Not a poem today, instead, an excerpt from Witches Knot: Vengeance Due – which as a matter of lovely fact, is out today in paper!
18 and over only please, some adult content behind the cut…
“Open the damned door, Simone. You sound funny. Let me in.”
“That’s sleep! Are you all right?” Her hand was open against the door and she realized that Em was right, she couldn’t feel him at all. Not even the pain. Resting her forehead against the door, she finally accepted it. Damn it. He had so much power to hurt her and she didn’t know if she could stand to be hurt any more right then.
“I’m not telling you anything until you open the door.”
What a stubborn ass. Sighing, she wiped her eyes on the sleeve of her robe and opened the door a crack, but he pushed into the room and locked the door behind him.
He backed her against it and looked into her face, searching, and it was clear from his frown that he wasn’t happy with what he saw. “You’ve been crying.”
“Are you all right?” Her voice went soft in his presence. She felt caught in the undertow of their chemistry. She smoothed a hand up the wall of his chest and stopped when she felt his nipple ring. Oh good gravy, pierced nipples too! She was drawing the line at dirty drawers. If the man’s underwear wasn’t clean, mate or not, she was tossing him out on his ass.
“Better now,” he murmured. “We didn’t find anything. Now, why are you crying?”
“It…I wasn’t. I have allergies.”
He snorted and picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder. “Where is your bedroom?” he asked as he walked through the apartment.
“What? Put me down!”
“Ah, there it is. Smells good, like you.” He shut the door with his foot and put her on the bed.
She looked up at him and would have put up a token protest but he pulled his shirt off and she was speechless. He was gorgeous. Runic tattoos decorated his pecs and his belly. His hard, flat belly. A small silver hoop pierced through each nipple.
He grinned and leaned in, pushing her chin up to close her mouth with a fingertip. “Yeah, I feel the same way every time I look at you. But thanks, siren.”
“Siren?” she asked stupidly.
He slid his hands down his stomach and undid his belt and then button and zipper. Her eyes followed the movements, rapt. He sat on the chair near the door, gap in his pants and pulled off those boots. She watched. The socks looked decent enough. That was hopeful at least. He stood in one fluid motion and shucked his jeans and hallelujah! the underwear was boxer briefs—her favorite—and in excellent shape.
“What on earth are you smiling at?” he asked. “You haven’t even seen my cock yet.”
She laughed then and he froze. “Oh, siren, that laugh should be illegal in at least ten states.” He stalked to the bed and without any ceremony pushed the underwear down his legs and kicked it to the side.
Her mouth dried up. Oh yeah, so fate might be messing with her, bringing this pain in the butt, but he sure came in a nice package. Or had a nice package. Heh.
“Now,” he said in nearly a purr as he leaned down over her, “let’s get you naked too.”
She nodded earnestly, shrugged out of her robe and tossed her camisole to the side. He grabbed her hands as they moved to push her panties off and stared at her. “God almighty you’re beautiful.” He pressed his lips to her neck on the side that was free from injury, just over her fluttering pulse. He kissed his way up her neck and over the line of her jaw, his beard tickling the sensitive skin there.
“I suppose you hear that all the time. But I mean it. Damn it, Simone, you do something to me. I shouldn’t even be here but I couldn’t stay away. Knowing you were up here alone was driving me crazy. I had to see you with my eyes, hear your voice. Smell you.” He spoke this in bits and pieces as he kissed around her ears and down her arms and the tip of each finger.
She kept her mouth shut, she was sure all she could manage to say was “glarg” or something similarly articulate. The head of his cock dragged across her hip. It was wet from his arousal and she moaned at the thought of him pushing himself deep inside of her.
“And these,” he took the weight of her breasts in his hands, thumbs moving up and over the nipples until she arched into him with a whimper for more. “These are simply unbelievable. Siren, your breasts are spec-fucking-tacular. I thought they were amazing with your clothes on, but these beauties are just made for my hands.”
“And your mouth?” she gasped, grabbing him to her.
“Definitely,” he agreed as he flicked a tongue over the dusky pink nipple he’d been rolling between his fingers.
Her palms slid over the muscled flesh of his shoulders and back, it rippled with his movement. He was incredibly strong above her, coiled menace, but she felt no fear of him at all. Not physical fear anyway, she knew this man could break her heart quite easily, but it was too late. She loved Kael Gardener, pain and hot abs and all.
The heat of his mouth burned her. Teeth grazed and nipped and his tongue came in to soothe the sting. His hands were strong and sure as they trailed down her body. The sound of the silk ripping brought a gasp from her lips. She caught the flutter of the ripped panties from the corner of her eye as he tossed them to the side.
Skimming her hands down the slope of his back, she stopped when she got to his ass and squeezed. Oh. Yeah, that’s the ticket. Hard. She’d gotten a partial glimpse but his pants weren’t tight enough. She’d have to get her fill of looking…after they had sex about twenty times.
“Are you an ass woman, Simone?” Kael asked with that grin.
“Not until tonight. But I think you’ve converted me.”