The thought of that was both anticipatory as well as irritating. Rumor came from all the damned bigmouthed women who thought they had to brag about sharing his bed. From the women who had touched him when he belonged to her. The women he had warmed through the nights when she had lain alone, wishing, dreaming, regretting.
Thankfully, Glen Ferris wasn’t a large town; the inn she was staying in was only a few miles from the falls. Cabal pulled into the parking lot, shut off the engine and threw open the door. He didn’t bother striding around and helping her out on her side. Impatient Bengal that he was, he pulled her across the seat, ignoring her breathless little cry, before gripping her hips and setting her on the ground.
Within seconds the vehicle’s locks were clicking in place and he was gripping her hand, pulling her toward the front entrance.
Cassa could feel her head spinning. She wanted to protest, something. She wanted to demand more, but she wasn’t certain what she needed to demand. All she knew was the sudden need for the spicy taste of his kiss, for the heat of his touch. Just Cabal. The years of dreams and fantasies were finally coming together, and she found herself suddenly unable to wait. Unable to function without his touch.
The journey to her room seemed to last forever, yet when Cabal took the key card from her hand and opened the door, she suddenly wished it had taken longer. Just a few more minutes to anticipate, to think, not that she was thinking much past the touching him, kissing him. But while her body knew what it wanted right at this moment, her emotions were screaming for more time to adjust, more time to center themselves.
“Come here.” His voice was a deep rumble as the door slammed closed behind them and he pulled her into his arms.
Cassa found her palms flattened against his chest as his gaze caught and held hers.
“It happens so fast,” she whispered, feeling the effects of the mating hormone as they rose inside her. The arousal she had felt for him in the past eleven years was nothing compared to what she was feeling now.
She felt naked, though she was clothed. Vulnerable when she needed to be strong, needed to sort through the emotions tearing through her.
“Sweet Cassa.” His voice was low as his hand rose to cup her cheek, his thumb playing over her swollen lips as his brows lowered over brooding, intent eyes. “I tried to spare us both.”
“With every woman in the continental United States,” she bit out querulously. “Maybe I should have taken your example and chosen a few lovers myself.”
Except, it wouldn’t have helped. The hollow emptiness of shallow sex was something she never wanted to experience again. She’d had that in her brief, bitter marriage.
“Only if you’d wanted to see blood spilled.” His hand cupped her jaw as his gaze glittered dangerously. “I would have killed any man that I suspected shared your bed.”
Cassa shook her head. She wanted to argue that point, she wanted to rage over the years she had watched him screw his way through the groupies that followed the Breeds around. But her thoughts were too fractured, her desires rising too heatedly.
She watched as his nostrils flared then, as he caught the scent of the moisture gathering between her thighs. As she watched, her gaze locked with his, his other hand lowered, flattened on her stomach and created a path of heated pleasure as his fingers pushed between her thighs.
He cupped the swollen, aching flesh of her pussy, causing her to rise, to lift against him, to arch into the arm that suddenly curved around her back to support her.
“Damn you,’ she whimpered. “Oh God, Cabal.”
It was too much pleasure. Even through the material of her jeans and the damp fabric of her panties, she could feel the heat of his flesh, the power in his touch. His fingers cupped, his palm ground against the swollen knot of her clit and nearly sent her senses exploding.
“I can smell how sweet you’re going to taste.” He nipped at her jaw, his canines raking her flesh erotically. “You always have the sweetest scent, Cassa.”
She shivered at the sound of his voice. It was dark, rough, as potent as the strongest liquor.
“Come here, baby.” He moved, backing toward the bed as his palm continued to rub against the sensitive mound of her pussy. “Let me taste you. All over.”
Cassa felt mesmerized. The cadence of his voice stroked her senses as his hands stroked her body. A whimpering protest fell from her lips as his hand slid from between her thighs to grip the hem of her shirt. He drew the material over her head, lifting her arms until he could pull it free and toss it aside, leaving her clad in jeans and her bra.
“So beautiful.” His hands cupped the hard mounds of her breasts, his fingers finding her nipples through the lace of her bra. “I’ve dreamed of sucking those hard little nipples, Cassa.”
The front closure to the bra flicked free, and a second later he was pushing it from her shoulders and staring down at the rapid rise and fall of her breasts.
Cassa couldn’t make her mind work, she couldn’t make her body do anything but lean into him, as his head lowered and his lips wrapped around one agonizingly sensitive point.
The sensation of his lips drawing on her sent a shaft of pure pleasure striking from her nipple to her clit, as though the two were connected by nerve endings she had never known existed. Her hands dug into his hair. Her back arched and a strangled cry tore from her throat.
She was only barely aware of his fingers at the band of her jeans, loosening them, spreading them apart. His fingers stroked her lower stomach and sent juices spilling from the aching flesh beyond.
“Shoes,” he growled, his voice growing rougher. “Push them off, Cass.” He kissed the mound of her breast, licked it, then nipped it.
She toed off her sneakers in record time, and he rewarded her by pushing her jeans and panties over her hips. Bending as he pushed them over her legs, he spread a series of kisses from her breasts over her stomach, her abdomen, both hip bones.
By the time he pulled the material over her feet, she was a shaking mess of arousal. She could feel her juices dampening her thighs, hot and slick as her body prepared itself for him.
“God, your scent.” He buried his head against her lower stomach, his hair caressing the flesh there as his hands gripped her thighs. “Sweet Cassa. I want to bury my tongue in your hot little pussy and feel you come for me. Taste you coming for me.”
She nearly came in that second. The eroticism of his words struck an explosion that shuddered through her womb.
Her fingers tightened in his hair as she fought to steady herself against the explosions of pleasure tearing through her body. She was only barely aware of him straightening, rising above her as he tilted her head back and took her lips in another kiss, this one hotter, hungrier than ever before, as she felt the world spinning around her.
When his head lifted, she lay on the bed staring up at him, fighting to breathe as he jerked his shirt off. Sitting on the edge of the bed he pulled off his boots, then rose to his feet and undid his jeans.
It was the most erotic thing she had ever seen, watching him undress. Watching the denim material clear his thighs, revealing those darker gold stripes, edged with black as they curved around his hips and thighs and led to the thick, heavy weight of his cock.
The mushroomed head pulsed erratically, the darkened flesh glistened with pre-cum, as the wide shaft rose from between his thighs.
He looked like a sex god. Like the most erotic pleasure a woman could ever dream of.
Before she could reach out to touch him, he was moving to her. His lips came over hers again, his tongue pumping into her mouth as he spread her thighs, his fingers testing the dampness that covered her pussy before circling her aching clit.
Cassa arched into the pleasure, a cry tearing from her lips as her thighs tried to clamp on to his hand, only to be held apart by his powerful thighs.