by Lora Leigh
th the techs that coded the information, and Judd was with the group that created and administered the medications for the different side effects. Gideon was with Brandenmore and his scientists as they created the serums for the different groups and administered them.”
“There was more than your group?” Jonas growled.
“Unfortunately.” She had to bite back the sobs that still ached in her chest as more tears fell. “I don’t know how many, or what they were focused on. Only Gideon knew.”
Jonas’s jaw clenched tight as his gaze flashed with a brutal fury.
“Then we’ll just have to ensure we draw Judd and Gideon in. Until then,” he continued. “No one outside a very select group, chosen by me, will know that you are now aware of your identity or that we’re aware you’re anyone other than Liza Johnson. Not even your parents will know. Claire Martinez, especially, will be kept in the dark.”
“What are you going to do?” she asked as Stygian’s arms wrapped around her once again.
He’d remained quiet, but it was as though she could feel him, sense the careful calculation and the plans he was working on himself as she and Jonas spoke.
Dropping his arms from his chest, he slid them instead into the pockets of his slacks as his lips quirked mockingly once again. “Why, Ms. Johnson, I’m going to do exactly what I’ve been doing for the past months. I’m going to pull in the final two pieces. Once I have the four of you together, then I pray to God, I’ll have the key to saving my child.”
With that, he moved to the door, calmly, carefully opened it and stepped into the sitting area of the suite. The door closed behind him almost silently as chills raced up Liza’s spine.
“Will he keep her safe?” she whispered.
“As a mate in her lover’s arms,” he sighed as his arms wrapped around her and pulled her against the warmth of his chest. “She just might not enjoy the experience.”
Turning to him, exhausted, still torn and filled with doubts, she allowed his arms to surround her, to wrap her in the comfort and the warmth she’d always ached for.
“I wouldn’t have missed it,” she told him, feeling his lips at her temple, the beat of his heart beneath her ear.
“Missed what, baby?” he asked gently, as though he didn’t know.
He had to know.
Tilting her head back, she stared up at him, her eyes filling with tears, but this time, tears of thankfulness, of joy.
“You.” Her voice was thick with that emotion. “I wouldn’t have missed what we have, Stygian. Not for anything.”
His hand lifted, brushed back the hair at her temple then cupped the side of her head as his lowered to hers. “Neither would I, mate. Not for the world, or the safety of anyone in it, would I have missed a single moment we’ve had, or all the moments to come.
She wouldn’t have missed it for anything; now she just prayed the past she had managed to escape for twelve years didn’t find a way to turn around and destroy them. Then she didn’t think, regret or fear. As his lips slid over hers, his tongue stroking against them, parting them and sending brilliant forks of sizzling pleasure to race through her body, Liza knew there was nothing on the face of the earth that could have convinced her to miss this moment, this life and this man.
The taste of the mating heat filled her senses, washing through her, sensitizing her nerve endings and leaving her wet, needy, wanting his touch, his hold as she had never needed anything before.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she held on to him, feeling the heat and incredible hardness of his body as he lifted her closer. As he gripped her hips, lifting her and bearing her back on the bed as he came over her, Liza felt a sensual, feminine weakness sweeping over her.
This was the most incredible pleasure. Watching him come over her as he leaned close, the fingers of one hand moving for the buttons of the light cotton blouse she wore and slowly loosening them.
Her heart rate jumped as the backs of his fingers brushed against the mounds of her breasts. A moan whispered past her lips as he flicked open the front clasp of her bra and eased the cups from the swollen breasts.
“Stygian, yes.” Her hands moved from his shoulders to his hair, reaching for the thin strip of leather that held the silken strands back from his face.
“Not yet.” Catching her wrists, he pulled them back over her head, anchoring them to the mattress with one hand as his lips lowered to the hard tips of her nipples.
Arching, straining against his hold, she whimpered as the heat of his tongue licked over the pebble-hard tip and his free hand slid along her hip before moving to the small metal tabs of her jeans.
Her legs shifting, thighs tightening as heat began building in her vagina, her moisture easing along the swollen folds, she toed her sneakers off, desperate to do whatever it took to get as naked as possible, as fast as possible.
As her shoes hit the floor, the last tab slipped free at the same moment, and Stygian’s lips parted and covered the desperately swollen bud of her nipple.
“Oh God.” Liza arched as he sucked the tip into his mouth, his tongue lashing at it as he began pushing at the denim and her silk panties. Working them over her hips as she lifted for him, pushing the jeans to her thighs, then to her knees until Liza could work them free of her legs, he rumbled a growl of approval in his chest at her anticipation.
His hand stroked from her knee, moving slowly upward, the calloused pads caressing up her inner thigh as her legs parted for the intimate touch. His fingers moved to the slick, bare folds of her pussy, easing between the swollen flesh to stroke against the clenched, snug entrance as pleasure bombarded her and searing flashes of heated sensation raced over her nerve endings.
Her juices eased from her inner flesh, meeting his fingertips to heat and slicken them as she arched against him, feeling the electric arc of pleasure/pain that struck her womb as his mouth tightened on her nipple, his tongue burning it as he lashed at it.
Lifting his head from the tight, throbbing peak of one nipple, he moved his lips to the other, sucked it inside and licked it, tormenting it. His teeth gripped the tender bundle of nerves, drawing a startled cry of pleasure from her as she tried to lift her hands, tried to touch him.
His head lifted.
The blue in his eyes obliterated the dark irises, gleaming between his thick lashes as he stared down at her, watching her face as his fingers stroked from the tight opening of her vagina to the swollen, throbbing bud of her clit.
“Stygian,” she moaned, arching to him, her hips lifting as she became desperate for a deeper, harder touch. “Please, don’t tease me.”
“Tease you?” The rasp of his voice stroked against her senses, adding to the sensations. “Oh, mate, teasing isn’t what I had in mind.”
His fingers circled her clitoris, easing along the slick, hot cleft and following the wet heat that spilled from her pussy and eased lower to heat the forbidden entrance to her rear.
Her entire body was heating. Sensations were tearing through her, blazing through her senses and tearing at her control as Stygian’s head lowered and his lips covered hers. As he released her wrists, Liza lifted her arms, wrapping them around his neck, holding on to him as his tongue stroked against hers, teased it, flickered against her lips until they closed on it and suckled at it hungrily as the taste and heat of the mating hormone began to speed through her system.
The arousal built, tearing at her, making her desperate for more, for his cock fucking inside her, stroking into the clenched depths of her vagina.
Their moans began to fill the room, desperate and filled with torment as the hunger began to burn through their system and lash at Liza’s senses.
She pulled at his shirt, jerking it up his muscular back before flattening her hands and running them to his midriff to push beneath the material.
“Take it off,” she cried out as his lips moved from hers to spread hungry kisses to her jaw, her neck. “Take it off now.”
Levering to his knees, he jer
ked at the hem, intent on doing just that as she lifted herself as well and began tugging at his belt. Loosening the leather, she pushed it out of her way to jerk at the tabs of his jeans, pulling at the closures to part the material and release the heavy width of his cock.
She didn’t bother to glance up at him. The thick, heavily veined shaft throbbed, pulsing with the need to fill her with his release. To thicken inside her and lock him so intimately inside her that there was no escaping for either of them.
Neither physically or emotionally.
“I want to taste you,” she whispered as a bead of pre-cum eased from the slit at the wide crest.
Bending her head, lifting her gaze to stare up at him, she let her tongue lick over the flared cock head, her inner muscles tightening as need burned through her clit, swelling it further.
“Ah hell, baby.” One hand buried in her hair, tearing it loose from the clip that held it back from her face as her lips parted and slid over the engorged crest. “Ah fuck yes. Wrap your pretty mouth around it.”
She was drunk on excitement now, flying into a super- nova of sensation as Stygian’s fingers clenched her hair, tugging at the strands and creating a pleasure/pain sensation that rocked her to her core. As her lips surrounded his cock head, she stretched them with the same erotic sting as his cock pushing into her pussy. The hunger for him began to overwhelm her.
The thick crest filled her mouth, throbbing in it as she used her tongue to lick and rub at the underside as she tasted the salt and male essence of him and moaned with her need for more.
It was so erotic, so sexually charged that electric fingers of sensation pricked over her flesh, driving her higher into the wicked heat of a hunger she had no will to resist.
Who she was wasn’t who she was. Her friend was someone other than who Liza had believed her to be.
It didn’t matter that they had made the choice to take this destiny. All that mattered was finding herself here and now. With her mate’s dick pushing between her lips, stretching them as a growl rumbled in his chest from the pleasure—that was all that mattered.
The world outside the heavy steel door could go to hell for all she was aware of at the moment.
As her lips sucked, her tongue stroked, Liza pushed at the denim until it was below his thighs, giving her unlimited access to the tight, hairless sac of his balls.
Oh God, she needed more of him.
Stroking the tightly drawn flesh beneath his cock as she worked over the engorged cock head, licking it, sucking at it, she teased the flesh below with her fingers as she stroked and teased it with merciless hunger.
She needed to drive him to that brink of control where nothing mattered but her. Where his only thought was burying himself so deep inside her pussy that they were no longer two entities, but merged into one. That place where pleasure, both physical and emotional, joined and burned them from the inside out, melding them together.
“Sweet Liza.” He groaned above her. “That’s it, baby, suck my dick. Work that pretty mouth over it.”
Her pussy clenched, spilling more of her juices as her clit throbbed desperately and her vagina ached to feel the heavy width burrowing between her thighs.
“Ah, baby, I’m going to die right here if you don’t stop.”
His cock seemed to thicken in her mouth, the head pulsing, pounding at the roof of her mouth as she moaned in excitement, arousal tearing through her at the knowledge that he was close, so close to coming for her.
As that thought flashed through her brain, a heavy spurt of the pre-cum that always filled her as his cock began penetrating her pussy filled her mouth.
She had only a second to recognize the taste of the mating hormone his kiss held. That, and the heated sensation of a taste resembling cinnamon and coffee before he was jerking back from her, his erection pulling from her lips. A second later she found herself flipped to her stomach as his hands gripped her hips and dragged her to him, pushing her knees under her until she was kneeling at the edge of the bed.
The head of his cock slid through the cleft of her ass, paused at the tiny opening there, and as her lips parted on a cry, the heated ejaculation spurted against her rear entrance, penetrating it, and suddenly sending a blinding, fiery flare of sensation tearing through her forbidden flesh.
“Mine,” he groaned above her as one hand shaped the curve of her hip and the other held his cock flush against the clenched entrance to her anus.
Seconds later another hard spurt shot against the opening, penetrating further, relaxing the tight opening and sending a surge of need racing up her spine.
Oh God, she hadn’t expected this, not like this, not this soon. She may have ached for it when his finger pierced her there, but she hadn’t imagined—
“My mate,” he snarled above her again, leaning over her, the naked flesh of his chest against her back as the iron-hard crest pressed, parting the ultratight entrance and stretching it to accommodate the unusually thick width attempting to penetrate it.
Pleasure tore through her nerve endings as a cry rasped her throat, her fingers digging into the blankets beneath her as behind her, Stygian began working the width inside her. Each time her muscles clenched at the hard cock head burrowing inside the previously unexplored tissue.
Agonizing ecstasy—there shouldn’t be such a thing, she thought hazily—pierced her anus along with his cock, shooting through the exposed nerve endings until she was screaming into the blankets and backing into the impalement.
“No more hiding from me,” he growled at her ear, his teeth nipping the lobe as his hips pressed against her again, pushing further inside her rear as another spurt of the natural lubricant eased and relaxed her flesh, making way for each shallow thrust that pushed him further inside her.
Liza was lost in a haze of sensations that made no sense. The need for more. Deeper. Harder.
Pain and pleasure combined as ejaculation of the pre-cum inside her heated the inner tissue of her rear, relaxed it, yet sensitized it further and burned her with an agony of pure sensation as his cock eased deeper. Penetrating the tight ring of muscles just inside the entrance, he was suddenly lodged fully inside her, sliding in to the hilt as she screamed out at the piercing heat and near rapture suffusing her.
She couldn’t hold herself up. She was trying, but her arms were shaking as the sensations began to demand her full attention, her full strength. Clenching on the thick penetration, the inner muscles of her rear spasmed around his cock, flexing and shuddering in reaction to the possession as she felt the pillows suddenly being shoved beneath her.
She collapsed against them, her head turning to the side as Stygian’s teeth clenched lightly at the mark he had left on her shoulder and his hips began to move.
Each shallow thrust inside her tender flesh sent a furious surge of heat striking at her senses. Feminine weakness surged through her, a wave of sexual submission opening parts of her mind, her woman’s heart and soul that she never knew existed.
No, she would never hide from him again.
“Mine,” he snarled again before his tongue licked against the mark, sending another bolt of sensation to attack her nerve endings, to push her higher, deeper into the spiraling vortex of pleasure, pain, ecstasy and the dominating force of Stygian’s possession.
Her hips moved into each thrust, pushing back as he entered while cries fell from her lips each time he retreated. Feeling the fucking inside the ultratender depths, stretching the muscles there, burning her alive with a pleasure that built to a critical height, Liza was certain she would never survive it.
As the pleasure began to burn through her nerve endings, the feel of his hand pushing between her thighs, his fingers parting the folds of her pussy, had her stilling in shock. A second later two fingers penetrated the depths of her vagina, stroking inside as he retreated partially from her rear, only to ease back as his hips pushed forward again.
As he synchronized the thrusts of his fingers with the engorged length of his cock, his
thrusts became harder, deeper, faster.
Liza was screaming his name, or breathing it, trying to scream out at the agonizing pleasure building inside her, burning through her mind and tearing through her senses. Each thrust into the sensitive entrances only pushed her higher as the electric shock of each stroking thrust began to set fire to her nerve endings.
She was flying out of control. Gasping for air, her chest tight, her body tensing until she was certain she would break, certain she couldn’t bear more—
She exploded with a scream.
Her clitoris raked against the pad of his palm as it pressed against it, her pussy flexed and tightened around his thrusting fingers as she felt the explosive contractions that began attacking her inner flesh. His cock jerked back, leaving only half of the steely shaft buried inside her as she felt the widening of the shaft just outside the entrance.
His release began erupting inside her in hard, fiery spurts, filling her rear as his teeth locked in her neck and Liza began shuddering, jerking beneath him in an ecstasy, a blazing possession of her feminine spirit that she had no hope, no desire to ever retain.
She wanted nothing more than this pleasure. Nothing more than being held by her Breed, her mate. Being held by him, protected by him—
“Oh God, Stygian,” she cried out, unable to hold the ragged words inside any longer. “Oh God, I love you. I love you.” She was sobbing the words, the vows, the promise to always hold to him, to follow him, even if it meant following him into death.
Stygian growled at her shoulder, his hips jerking, pushing the swollen mating knot against her rear cheeks as another fiery blast of release filled her as her pussy tightened on his fingers in yet another clenching shudder of rapture.
She was lost in the pleasure, in the possession, and in the Breed she knew would never leave her aching and lost.
She no longer had to hide, at least not from this man. Here, in his arms, she was who she was, whoever she wanted to be, however she needed to be.
Right here, held to him, she was safe, protected and loved.
She’d suffered hell and then lost herself. Now, in his arms, in his love, she’d found paradise and herself. And she knew he’d protect them both with the same fierce determination and strength of will he’d used to find her.
Forever.
Stygian would hold her forever.