Page 15 of Nexus
His golden eyes gleamed in the light as they dropped to my breasts. I’d sensed he was attracted to me from the moment we’d met. We shared an animal magnetism that drew us towards each other. “What did you have in mind, my lord?” I asked coyly.
“I was thinking of tearing your clothes off, bending you over my desk and making you scream in ecstasy.”
His blunt answer brought my desire raging to life. “Okay,” I croaked and shot to my feet before he could change his mind. My hands went to the button of my tight leather pants, then we were both suddenly naked. I was lying face down on his desk, wearing only my boots. My breasts were squashed against the polished top of his desk and his hands were on my hips.
“Brace yourself, Ms. Sterling,” he warned me as he nudged my thighs apart.
“I’m ready for you, Drake,” I said breathlessly, turning my head to stare at him.
Adonis-like in his hotness, his body was muscular and as flawless as his face. His wide shoulders, bulging biceps, powerful pecs and washboard abs were mouthwatering. My butt was in the way, so I couldn’t see how big his package was. The answer came when he speared himself into me. “Can you take all of me, Saige?” he asked, voice sounding strained as he held back.
My eyes bulged a bit from his girth, but I was far from small and dainty. “I can take anything you give me,” I boasted.
“We’re about to find out if that’s true,” he murmured, then thrust his hips forward. I’d been with a few men, but they’d all been human. None of them had been able to fill me like this. They’d been small and pathetic in comparison. Drake was strong, powerful and masterful. He knew exactly how much force to use as he tested my limits.
Already, my body was reacting to his smooth strokes. “Holy crap, that feels so good,” I moaned, pressing myself backwards each time he thrust into me.
“I don’t think I’m going to be able to hold back for much longer,” he said, voice now sounding raspy with need.
My eyes had slid shut from the pleasure that was building. They popped open at that statement. I’d thought he was already giving me everything he had. “You’ve got more?” I asked, not sure if I’d be able to take it.
His eyes met mine and our gazes locked. “I’ve never gone harder than this with anyone,” he said, hips still rhythmically moving backwards and forwards. “I’ve never been able to let go of my control before.”
I could see his longing and felt exactly the same way. “Do it,” I ordered. “Lose control. Take me the way you’ve always wanted to take a woman, but never could.”
His hands tightened on my hips and need filled his face. A hint of smoke wafted from his nostrils, then he shoved himself into me hard enough to shake his heavy desk.
My body jolted at the impact, waking me from the most vivid, erotic dream of my life. My heart was racing and for a moment, I could almost feel the dragon still inside me. Then the sensation faded, leaving me feeling empty and alone. “Why the hell did I have to wake up?” I complained, flopping back down onto my bed. Too awake to try to go back to sleep, I ran the dream back through my mind. It was the best sex I’d ever had, even though it hadn’t been real and had ended before I could climax.
Mom was awake and I could faintly hear her moving around in the kitchen. My stomach rumbled, so I rolled out of bed and got dressed. It was almost eleven and I was starving.
“Morning,” mom said when I joined her. “Did you sleep well?”
“I had a vivid sex dream about Lord Gilden,” I told her. “It was so lifelike it felt like it was really happening.”
“Someone’s got a crush on the weredragon,” she teased me as I started helping her make breakfast.
“You’d have a crush on him, too, if you saw him,” I retorted. “The man is freakishly hot.”
“Maybe I’ll get to meet him one day,” she mused. She didn’t ask me the details about my dream, which was a relief. While we didn’t shy away from the topic of sex, neither of us were interested in discussing the full details of our exploits.
We retreated to the living room to game after breakfast. Both of us loved killing zombies and we often teamed up to eradicate our electronic foes. The rest of the time, I gamed in the basement on my own console.
“You should probably get ready before Ruen arrives,” mom said when the light eventually began to fade from the sky. “He doesn’t seem like the kind of guy who likes to be kept waiting.”
“I haven’t seen him smile once,” I said as we ended our current gaming session. “I’m not sure he even has a sense of humor.”
“You won’t be partnered with him forever,” she said consolingly. “It’s just for a short time until you’ve proven your worth.”
“That might take longer than I’d planned, considering the disastrous first impression I made on Drake,” I said ruefully.
“He’ll soon see that you’re a better bounty hunter than the rest of the crew,” mom said confidently. “You should be, since I taught you everything you know,” she added with a complete lack of modesty.
Pouring us both a mug of coffee, I gave her a kiss on the cheek for being so awesome, then retreated to my bedroom. This time, I chose a hot pink, skintight shirt with thin straps and a lowcut V-neck and a short black leather skirt. My legs were ultra-white where they weren’t covered in tatts, so I pulled black fishnet stockings on. I paired them up with black ankle boots with a two-inch heel.
“Looking good,” I said in admiration to my reflection. The belt buckle was shaped like a serpent. I put a leather choker around my neck with a matching snake in the center of it. Most of my tattoos were on display in this outfit. I’d spent an absolute fortune on them, but I loved them all and wouldn’t change any of them.
Mom whistled when I entered the kitchen to wash my mug. “Wow,” she said, taking in my outfit. “The rogues will drop dead from a heart attack when they see you coming for them in that sexy outfit.”