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NINE
Rook thought he hadTempest right where he wanted her. He’d managed to slip the injector from his pocket and cover it with the sheet. There had been a close minute when she leaned up and he thought she’d seen him pluck it out. Her reaction proved she hadn’t.
There was a chance he didn’t have to sex share with her. They only needed her unconscious. He touched the injector on his right again. One quick jab in her hip and he could retrieve his comm and signal the team to move in.
Then she’d made her irresistible offer. “I want to taste you first. Afterward, you can do anything you want.”
He should have refused. He should have sedated her and commed for Dorian to come in. Instead, he found himself asking, “Anything?”
“Anything,” she replied.
Her soft blue eyes watched him and a half-smile played about her lips. Fuck! He didn’t want to fight her and depending on how fast she metabolized the sedative he might have to. Tempest had seven kills under her belt. She was more than the soft woman lying in bed beside him.
There was a dark side to her as well. How else had she managed to take down trained criminals and escape unscathed? He rolled onto his back, the injector clenched in his fist at his side. Tempest sat astride him and grinned down at him in triumph. Laughter gleamed in her eyes at odds with the file Ghost Unit had on her.
How did a woman kill in cold blood yet have a laugh that made him want to smile in return? He didn’t smile any more but that full throated sound of humor from Tempest created the need in him.
His mouth curved. “I won’t move. Take your taste. When it’s my turn, you’ll be wishing you hadn’t given me an open ended invite.”
“This is better,” she murmured, leaned low and nipping his chin. Her hands glided over his shoulders and chest, kneading the muscles in her wake. He stared at the sight she made above him, full breasts like round globes tempting him with the pale pink nipples.
Then her face disappeared from view and her tongue teased down his middle in tiny wet licks. He tensed, ground his teeth together to withhold a shout of pleasure and pressed his heels into the bed. Tempest continued her way down his torso, stopping at his lower half.
He widened his legs and she slid between them, stroking his thighs before cupping his sac with one hand and rubbing his cock with the other. Growls made it past his locked jaw, the small part of his heritage making its presence known. Tempest mouthed his sac, soaking his heated skin with her saliva.
Unbidden, his hips rocked, desire burning a path across every inch of his naked skin. She released him with a gasp then tongued the head of his shaft. Desperate to feel her on his swollen cock, he dropped the injector and reached down to twine his fingers through her blonde hair. One tug, two, his voice a husky rasp, “Can’t wait to feel your wet mouth swallow me.”
Her moan vibrated through his body as she took him deep. He called out her name, the shock sending him thrusting frantically into her mouth.
With each sweet suck, she pumped her fist up and down. He grew slick, seed leaking into her palm, down his shaft and mixing with the saliva from her efforts. The orgasm rushing toward him threatened to erupt at any moment. He pushed up to his shoulders. “Gonna come, Tempest. Where do you want it,essha?”
The endearment slipped out naturally.
Her heavy lids opened. She gazed at him with hunger, her head going up and down as she destroyed him with nothing more than her mouth.
He couldn’t take it. He wanted to appease her hunger. “Tempest, tell me unless you want me to come down your throat right here and right now.”
She whined and the sound ripped another rough growl from him. He shifted his hold and gripped her head firmly. He slammed her mouth down on him and choked back a groan of ecstasy. So good. She felt so good. The tip of his cock touched the back of her throat and it was everything in him not to come then and there.
Seraphina gagged and he froze, eyes alert for signs she didn’t want this but her hands continued frantically pumping his sac and what little of his length wasn’t jammed in her mouth.
The sight filled him with possessive pleasure. She was his. Only his. Her eyes pleaded with him, the message clear. He threw his head back to the ceiling and released on a roar. He pumped his hips, mindful of the woman who accepted his violent climax with a steady hand, her throat opening and closing as she swallowed him down.
Once the last drop drained free, he collapsed back onto the bed. His chest rose and fell as if he’d run a race. Gasping, he tried to recover his breathing.
“Mmm,” Tempest moaned.
Rook cracked his eyes open. Tempest licked her lips and moved over him to straddle his hips. Her breasts swayed with the motion, drawing his gaze and renewing his passion much to his shock.
He reached up and cupped the firm curves, squeezing and releasing in a repetitive motion. Tempest gasped and arched, her head falling back as she rocked her hips on his. The feel of her wet and hot pressed against his spent cock caused him to clench his jaw.
His hands shifted, thumbs pinching her nipples until they stiffened. Tempest cried out, palms falling flat to his chest. “Roarke.”
He slid his arms under hers, cupping her shoulders and pulled her down to him. Once she was in reach, he closed his eyes and sucked one plump nipple into his mouth. Tempest pressed a hand to his head, holding him to her as she shook and rocked. Her moans rained down on him like musical notes.
“My turn,” he whispered.
She thrust that plump ass up and he slid his hand between them. His fingers delved between her thighs. Using two fingers, he parted her soaked folds and stroked the nub of flesh at the top of her tight slit.
