Page 20 of Loki’s Spellbinder (Hunters Creek Archangel’s Warriors MC #14)

I swear to God if she didn’t say she had no feelings for Chaos and let me declare I was the man I described to her, though I hoped she knew that, I’d explode. Her mouth slowly opened, and then words flowed out.

“I am not sexually involved with Chaos, nor am I sexually attracted to him. He’s a very good friend. He sees me as a sister, and I see him as a brother. Period. And I told you any romantic feelings are solely on Eli’s side.”

“Next question…” I paused. My voice was more gravelly than usual. “Are you at all romantically attracted to me? Do you see me as a brother?”

Her cheeks reddened, and the pulse in her neck jumped. Her breathing hitched. Brae’s eyes darted around as if she were checking for a way to escape. I had news for her. I wasn’t allowing that. I slid my hands up her legs and gripped her thighs firmly, but not enough to hurt or bruise her.

“Tell me, please,” I partially pleaded.

“Yes, I find that you stir me greatly, Loki. I can’t seem to help it. I know that you didn’t like me when we met. I’d like to think we’re becoming friendly, at least. I don’t want you to feel funny around me. I promise I won’t throw myself at you or—”

I shut off her inane words by parting her legs so I could lean between them and latch onto her mouth.

I’d been wondering for months what she’d taste like.

Now, I know. My tongue immediately invaded her hot, wet mouth, and I sought out her tongue.

I pressed my lips to hers as our tongues twisted around each other, alternating between hard and soft kisses.

I varied the pressure so she would never know what to expect.

Every so often, I’d capture her lips, mainly the bottom one, between my teeth and tug.

A whimper left her, driving my desire higher.

Just kissing her had my cock hard and insistently pressing against my zipper.

It was determined to break free and find its way inside of her.

I want her naked and underneath me, on top, or kneeling.

You name the pose, I’d take it. But the small functioning part of my brain knew it was too soon for us to be intimate.

I parted our mouths enough to tell her, “You’re fucking incredible, Brae.”

Her response wasn’t what I expected. The next thing I knew, her hands on my shoulders shoved me away.

As I tilted backward, she got to her knees somehow and pushed harder, riding my body down.

When I was flat on my back, she shimmied up my body, straddled my waist, and proceeded to kiss the hell out of me.

My hands couldn’t be stopped. I ran them from her neck to her breasts, where I rested them to feel just the sides pressing into my hands before I molded my hands to her ribs and tucked in waist before they ended on her flared hips.

She was soft where a woman should be. While trim and athletic, it didn’t mean she was without womanly curves and softness.

Brae’s curves might not be as pronounced as others, but her whole package was gorgeous and enticed me like no other.

Just kissing and feeling that much of her on the outside of her clothes had me more raring to go than I ever recalled being with any naked woman.

She had her hands under my shirt, and they were rubbing all over my pecs and abdomen.

Then she raked her nails lightly over me.

I shuddered. My hips automatically lifted off the couch and drove my hard cock into her core.

She tore her mouth from mine, tossed back her head, and moaned loudly.

I groaned and couldn’t seem to stop myself from grinding my cock into her.

“Christ, we’ve got to stop, Brae. We have to,” I muttered hoarsely.

I was a man who prided himself on always being in control, no matter what was happening around me or to me. Tonight, I learned there was an exception.

“Why?” She panted as she licked my bottom lip.

“Because I’m trying to remain in control and act like a gentleman, not a savage animal who only wants you naked and under me so I can fuck you silly and make us both forget our names. I know we need to get to know each other, and I have to earn your trust. When I do, then I’ll be inside you.”

I watched her rise. She was staring hard at me.

Her cotton-covered pussy was resting on my denim-covered cock.

I could feel her heat. I tried to ignore it.

Suddenly, she gripped the hem of her shirt and yanked it up and off.

My gaze zeroed in on her silk and lace-covered tits.

They were a generous handful. Before my brain could stop me, my hands were cupping both tits.

She brought her hands up to cradle mine.

“Touch me, Loki. Please,” she begged.

“Are you sure?” I had to be sure.

“God, yes!”

I chuckled, and then her hands left mine, and I slid my fingers up under her bra straps and lowered them.

When they loosened, I could tug down the cups and let them rest below her mounds.

I moaned. Her tits were high and firm. They were the same ivory as the rest of her skin.

It seemed that she’d never exposed herself to the sun.

I kneaded both of them gently, then plucked the rosy-pink nipples.

They were tight buds. Her whimper told me she enjoyed it.

I did it again, only harder. I was right.

They gave me a good handful and were deliciously responsive.

“Come here,” I growled as I tugged her toward me.

When Brae was far enough up and over my mouth, I pushed on her back to bring her lower and sucked a tit into my mouth. I thrashed her nipple and used the edge of my teeth on it while I unhooked her bra in the back. She fumbled with it until she was untangled, and flung the bra to the carpet.

I could use both hands to knead and tug on her nipples while my mouth made love to one and then the other. She ran her hands up and down the sides of my beard. I wasn’t sure how long I laved on her tits before she eased back.

“Is everything okay?” I asked.

“It is, other than you have on too many clothes. I want this shirt to go. I need to see what I’ve been feeling.”

“I can do that. Here, let me raise.”

Brae immediately sat up, giving me room to lift my upper body far enough to grasp the back of my shirt and pull it free.

Once it was up far enough, I had it off, tossed it to the floor, and lay back.

Brae’s hands were on my neck. She slowly ran them from there, down my shoulders to my chest, where she paused to trace my tattoos, gently raking her nails over them and my nipples, causing me to hiss but not in pain.

I loved the sensation. She circled my areolas a few times before she grasped my nubs and twisted them slightly. I groaned.

“Now you know what I feel like when you touch mine. It sends tiny bolts of lightning from there straight to my pussy. God, I’m soaked,” she confessed, a second before she lowered her head and sucked my left nipple into her hot mouth. She sucked, nibbled, and licked, causing me to moan.

My hands were still molding her tits and teasing her nipples, but now they traveled further south, where her perfect ass was. I cupped, squeezed, and slapped it to see what she’d do. Some women didn’t like it. I was going on instinct here because we hadn’t discussed what we liked.

For me, it was simple. She could do anything she wanted to me, short of cutting me, biting my cock, or bringing another man to our bed. I’d kill another guy. I gasped as she rolled her hips, dragging her cotton-covered pussy over the lump behind my zipper. She ground down and gasped.

“Please, Loki,” she whimpered.

“Please, what?”

“I want to come. It’s been so long. It aches,” she confessed.

I knew it would test my self-control to its limits if I fingered her, but there was no way I’d say no and leave her hurting or, worse, alone to take care of herself.

As she gave me a desperate look, I wiggled a hand between us and slid down to the waist of her yoga pants.

They were stretchy, and maybe if I kept her lower half covered, I’d be able to refrain from begging her to let me fuck her.

My mind kept trying to imagine what it would feel like to have her pussy wrapped around my cock.

Or what her pussy smelled and tasted like, though I could find that out.

I worked my eager hand under the cloth and down to her pussy.

As I reached her mound, I discovered she was smooth as silk—no hair.

Moving further down, I encountered drenched folds and a soft, short patch of silky hair on each side of her lips.

Hot cum coated my fingers. I ran a finger up and down her slit, bumping against her clit, which was a hard bead.

She shuddered and cried out. Before I could go further, I had to know what she smelled and tasted like.

She whined, “No,” as I removed my hand.

I think she thought I was stopping. But when I brought my cum-coated fingers to my nose, her eyes widened, and she blushed when she realized what I was doing.

Then I sucked them into my mouth. I moaned as I lapped her sticky cum from my fingers.

I was almost finished when I slid them out and held my wet digits up.

“Want a taste?” I asked hoarsely.

I had no idea if she’d ever tasted herself or would want to. Brae snared my wrist and brought my fingers to her mouth, where she proceeded to lick and suck them entirely clean sensuously. It was goddamn sexy.

“Your essence is like nothing I’ve ever tasted before, Brae. Let me get you off,” I rumbled as I worked that hand down and back into her pants. As I teased her pussy, she bucked and wiggled atop me.

“Let me take off my pants. You can reach it so much easier,” she suggested.

I shook my head. “I can’t, baby. If I do, then I won’t be able to resist trying to convince you to let me inside of you. Let me make you feel good this way.”