Arand wanted her to belong to him in every way a woman could belong to a man. And he wanted to belong to her in the same manner.
How had his fellow warriors felt about the women who’d released them? Was this a product of their being bound together by the curse or was it something more? And why had Hades been so quiet? It was as though he was toying with them, letting them think they were safe.
But Arand knew better. He expected Hades was giving them time to bond so Arand would be more likely to bargain for her life. He could have told the devil it was a waste of time. He’d do anything to save Sabrina, including giving his life for her. But he would not bargain with Hades. That way led to nothing but torture for all times. Hades could not be trusted. Better they both die than end up in his clutches.
She moved her lips over his, using her tongue to tease his. He forgot all about the curse. None of those other things mattered, only Sabrina and what was happening between them.
When he was with her, he felt stronger, more powerful. It was as though she somehow recharged him after years of being starved for companionship and touch.
He released her breasts and gripped her braid in one hand, yanking her head back until she was looking at him. “Tell me you want me,” he commanded. “Tell me I can have you.”
She stared at him for the longest time, her green eyes mysterious and filled with wisdom far beyond her years. “Yes.”
Chapter Twelve
Arand’s dark-black eyes seemed to swallow her whole as she stared at him. He tightened his grip on her hair and he tugged, not to the point of pain, but there was no denying his dominance. His lips were parted slightly, giving her a glimpse of white, sharp teeth. Every muscle in his body was taut with expectation.
Then he swore and slammed his mouth back down on hers. Heat, glorious heat, filled her as he claimed her mouth. She clung to him, scoring her fingernails on his shoulders and back as she struggled to get closer to him. Insanity or not, she had to have him.
She rubbed her bare breasts against his massive chest, her nipples puckering into tight buds of desire. He cupped her ass and pulled her hard against his groin. His hard shaft pulsed and his heat scorched her even through her jeans.
A light breeze wafted over her arms, a reminder they were still outside, exposed, vulnerable. She tore her mouth from his. “Inside.” She panted, desperately trying to catch her breath.
He hoisted her into his arms and she automatically wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. His eyes never left her, but he said nothing as he stepped into the house and kicked the door shut. She heard the sound of the lock catching.
He turned and carried her down the short hallway into her bedroom. It hadn’t changed much since she’d left it to go live in the city. Granny had kept it the same, telling her she always had a home here.
Tears filled her eyes, but she blinked them back before they could fall. She missed her granny something awful. Wished she could talk to her about everything she was experiencing and feeling.
Arand stopped beside the bed. “What’s wrong?”
She should have known she couldn’t hide anything from him. Unlike most men, Arand seemed to be very much in tune with her emotional state of mind. She shook her head. “Nothing.” She wanted to forget the sad memories and cling to the hot, mindless pleasure that he gave her.
His heavy sigh ruffled the top of her hair. “You are lying. Have you changed your mind?”
His muscles were like iron around her, but she knew he’d release her if she said yes. But that would be a lie. “I was thinking about my granny and how much I miss her.” She caught Arand’s face between her palms, memorizing every harsh masculine plane of his face. “Never doubt I want you.”
Arand released her and she let her legs slide down his flanks until she was standing in front of him. He grabbed the hem of her shirt and yanked it over her head. Her bra was ruined so it didn’t take her long to be rid of it. Naked from the waist up, she felt his hot gaze on her.
A low growl rumbled from deep in his chest and then he dropped to his knees in front of her. He plucked open the button of her jeans before lowering the zipper. Sabrina shifted impatiently, wanting to be as naked as he was.
Arand was all bronzed flesh and thick, sharply delineated muscle. Every inch of him was perfectly proportioned. Sabrina licked her lips as she glanced down to catch a glimpse of his cock. That too was perfect—long and thick. Her inner muscles clenched hard, demanding she take him into her.
He skimmed his hands inside her jeans, inserting them beneath the silky barrier of her panties. He brushed his callused fingertips over her butt, bringing a moan from deep inside her. “Hurry,” she encouraged.
He gave another growl and shoved both jeans and panties down until they were around her ankles. “Lift.” His voice was guttural and almost unrecognizable. This was no mere man asking her to strip for him. This was an immortal shapeshifting warrior.
Sabrina lifted her foot and allowed him to pull off her shoe, sock and clothing. Then he did the same to the other side. Naked, she stood before him. His face was level with her stomach and he leaned in and sniffed her skin. “You are aroused.”
Heat crept up her face. There was no way to hide that from him. Not that she wanted to, but it was a bit weird to know he could smell whenever she was aroused. She’d never have any secrets around Arand.
And she was doing it again. Thinking long term when all they had was now.
She ran her fingers though his shaggy black and gray hair, loving the softness and how it fell around his shoulders. “Yes, I’m aroused.”
“Spread your legs.”
His command excited her and she widened her stance. He buried his face between her thighs and licked. A broken cry escaped her as her eyes practically rolled back in her head. His tongue lapped at her pussy before delving into her slit. “Arand.” She gripped his hair tighter, feeling totally off-balance.
He growled, sat back and pushed her. She fell, arms pinwheeling as she hit the mattress behind her. Arand grabbed her legs and pulled until her butt was on the edge of the bed and her thighs were draped over his shoulders.
“Mine,” he announced before he used his clever tongue to lap at her clit. The swollen bundle of nerves all but exploded at his touch.
“Yes. God, yes.” She dug her heels into his back as her hips pistoned upward, trying to get closer to him. But he wasn’t done tasting her yet, and traveled his tongue over every inch of her pussy, stroking and teasing until she thought she’d go mad.
She gripped the bedclothes, her fingers tearing at the quilt. Her body arched to meet his touch. He gave a low rumble just as he closed his lips around her clit once again. Light exploded behind her eyelids like the Fourth of July. She cried out, giving herself over to him, trusting him to keep her safe.
Cream seeped from her sheath and he lapped at it with his tongue. Lungs aching, totally spent, she pushed at him. “Enough.” Her body was too sensitive to take any more.
He pulled away, his black eyes boring into her. “It will never be enough.”
He slowly released her legs, letting them slide over the side of the bed until her feet hit the floor. Her legs were sprawled wide open, but she didn’t quite have enough energy to do anything about that yet.
Arand slowly stood, his cock hard, the top of it slick with need. Sabrina licked her lips and he growled. She pushed herself into a seated position and stroked a single finger up his shaft from the base to the tip. His hips bucked and his penis seemed to grow even larger.