How he lasted as long as he did, he had no clue. But he felt her shattering around him.
Heard her cry out his name like a battle cry. Her pussy clenched and constricted around him with the perfect amount of pressure and he couldn’t stop the flood of his orgasm. He slammed his cock in deep, and let the hot pulses of come shoot from the tip of him, hitting hot and wet inside her.
Long minutes after it was done, the haze finally began to lift like someone had taken the lid off a boiling pot of water. He withdrew from her body and stared at the wet sheen that covered his softening cock. He felt his body stir at the sight of it, at the sight of her breathing deep with her legs spread wide and bare.
He tore himself away from her and righted himself, trying to remember his training. He had to erect that icy shield once again. What was happening to him? Was this some side effect from not taking a woman since Maria? It was so long ago he barely recalled what a woman felt like around him, had only vague allusions about it. He certainly didn’t remember it feeling so...incredible. So addicting. Already he needed more.
Chloe had to be an enchantress. Or perhaps the succubus had some pheromone she
secreted to lure men. Either way, he was done with it. Completely. Though, as he released the emergency lock, he couldn’t think of one damned reason why. For a mere moment, he
entertained the thought of just taking her as she wanted, as often as she wanted, even more. His heart raced not in excitement at the thought, but in fear. Somehow he just knew. He knew that if he let himself be with her, it would all happen again. Just like with Maria.
Two slender arms wrapped around his stomach. The warm press at his back felt good, so he pulled her off him and backed against the wall so she couldn’t touch him. She smiled at him like she knew exactly what he was thinking and stood opposite him, leaning casually against the elevator. Inside he chuckled at her obvious mockery. She was tough to stand up to him as she did, to attempt things with him that no one else dared. She was also foolish.
Her smile could start an entire war, inspire a mysterious painting. It somehow managed to say everything and nothing about her all at the same time. The curious part of him desired to learn those secrets. Every intimate one of them.
His eyes flickered briefly over her jeans. He told himself it was to make sure she put them on properly because he didn’t want the guards to see her for modesty sakes. It was a lie he wouldn’t admit to if his enemies were torturing him.
The doors pinged and they both stepped into a lobby of grinning men. Tyrian’s blood chilled, his skin pulled tight as he remembered why this had been a terrible idea. Before he’d been in a sex-induced haze thanks to the damned enchantress.
Cameras, this building had lots of them everywhere, including in the elevator. Tyrian grabbed Chloe’s hand, ignoring her startled look, and dragged her out of the building and away from the sound of masculine laughter.
Chapter Seventeen
Chloe sighed in frustration. They’d been walking forever. Really couldn’t he just go get a car or something? Sure it was about 6 in the morning and all the lots were closed and probably rental places too, but come on, how about a taxi or something?
Her calves and thighs burned and she was already starting to feel edgy again from the new moon. Though it didn’t help that every other second she was replaying the elevator sex in her head. God, now that’s what she wanted. Tyrian, untamed and wild. When the man lost his cool, he was a force to be reckoned with.
He’d gone between her legs and done something so devastating with his mouth she
hadn’t known what to say, or strangely, to do with her hands. Eventually, she’d satisfied herself by grabbing his hair even though she’d pull some of it out of the tie. When they’d left the elevator, he’d looked like a mad man with his hair half a mess.
Was the passion she glimpsed in him something he used to have? She could easily see him as he’d been in the painting. A simple, pleased smile on his lips, a glint of warmth in his eyes.
It was amazing how much things could change in such a short amount of time. Just last month she was burying her father with her sisters. He’d died so suddenly. At first, none of them could believe it. He’d lived to be over a thousand years old, a massive lifetime, and yet he didn’t find anyone he wanted to mate with until he met Lauren Dupree.
After he mated with their mother, who disappeared not long after giving birth to Lily, he was heartbroken. Neither Chloe nor her sisters remembered anything about their mother. Willow insisted on calling her an “egg-donor.”
Chloe couldn’t say she blamed her. Papa hired everyone imaginable up until the day he died to try to discover what had happened to her. Did she run away from him? Did she die? He always did say she was a fickle, flighty woman, course he said he loved that about her. Her unexpectedness kept his boring butt on his toes.
Now Chloe only had stories about her mother and a few pictures of her back home. When she was young, she desperately wanted to find her mother, to get to know her. But as she grew older and her mother never came home with open arms, Chloe distanced herself from the prospect. Now she could shrug at the whole matter and honestly didn’t care that she never had a mother in her life, because she’d had one fantastic papa who more than made up for it.
Suddenly, she stepped on a rock and her ankle twisted the wrong way. Sharp pain shot up her leg. “Ow! That’s it. I’m done. Call a taxi because I’m not moving from this spot. I’m tired and dirty. We’ve been walking for hours and I miss my sisters. I need to call them and you haven’t even said a word to me since we left that blue-haired demon’s HQ.” A hot blush crept up her face and she almost looked away from him, but decided he deserved her hateful glare. He looked down at her ankle with little interest and nodded down the street.
“The hotel’s right there.” His stiff voice was back to being controlled. She wondered if she slapped him across the face would he even flinch. She was about to find out when he said,
“Do you need me to carry you the rest of the way?”
“No,” she said gruffly. Okay, it wasn’t particularly sweet what he said, but it warmed her anyways. Honestly the pain wasn’t that bad. She was just frustrated at this whole situation. As they reached the hotel, Chloe’s mood worsened. She’d hoped it’d at least be a Holiday Inn or something but, no, it was some rinky-dink hotel that’d probably make her feel dirtier going into than leaving.
Tyrian paid for the room which, of course, was the one at the very end of the complex.
He’d asked for a room ‘furthest from the office.’ Of course he’d prolong the walking torture.
When she finally got inside the room, she didn’t care that the carpet was fifty years old or that the room was muggy with humidity. She marched straight to the bathroom and turned the shower on. At least the water got hot, she thought.
She didn’t bother pulling the door closed, just stripped, and got into the steamy water.
She sighed as the hot water beat across her sore back and leg muscles. When the water ran cold, she rinsed off and got out. She dried her hair and wrapped a white towel around herself as she left the bathroom.
Tyrian was talking on a cell phone. She didn’t even know he had one. It was odd, but seeing him use a piece of modern technology was just...weird. He should be holding a sword or a mighty hammer in one hand with a goblet of mead in the other. Especially with that jagged scar across his cheek, he looked every bit the old-time warrior. Course, an old warrior probably wouldn’t hesitate to ravage her like she wanted.