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Chapter 15
She Turns Me On
I lifted my eyes to Jo’s, staring for a second before dropping them to her mouth. Her hand took my jaw’s shape, and the smirk tilting her lips told me she knew my answer before I spoke a damn word. But of course she did. Jo was the Organization’s number two most wanted Fae assassin. Reading faces and a room were second nature to her.
Her thumb grazed my lower lip, and I internally prepared myself for something that scared the absolute shit out of me. Because I knew once I said the words, I couldn’t take them back. Facing off enemies was easy. Saying yes to this woman—to all of the people I’d kissed the last year—was absolutely terrifying.
“There’s room,” I whispered, leaning closer without realizing it.
Jo’s eyes danced across my face, then she lifted my chin just enough for her mouth to come down on mine. It was fucking electric. Every nerve in my body fired, and my breath practically whooshed out of me. I only ever forgot I didn’t need to breathe in moments like these.
The little moan that came loose was smothered by her tongue as it pushed past my lips and slid across mine, twisting, flicking, coaxing. I was on my back before I knew it. Which was mortifying. How did she move so fast? My eyes couldn’t track her. But the questions died in my throat when her hands prized my legs apart so she could fit her waist between them.
My spine curved, merging our chests together. Her tiny waist pushing between my legs made my muscles contract. It felt better than I thought it would, and I wasn’t ready.
“Wait!” I gasped, the rush of sensation hitting all over and taking hold of my body. I was quivering before I knew it.
It was scarier than I thought it would be. Maybe because it was Phillip all over again. I didn’t know what to do or how to act. So, I tried to get away before I gave myself away. But Jo hushed me with a small kiss before slipping her hand underneath my shirt. Her gentle touch eased the tension. Her soft voice in my ear was the reassurance I hadn’t realized I needed.
“Don’t worry. It’s normal to be scared.”
Her lips moved sensuously over mine, keeping me on the edge, baiting me. And soon, I responded, lost to her mesmerizing kiss. Our tongues tangled. Our harsh breath mingled. I reached up, finally feeling a little brave, and dragged my fingers through her silky hair. It fell all around my face, keeping the two of us in our own little world. She was so beautiful, so soft, smelled so good, and it was crazy to think that she wanted me.
What a powerful feeling.
I felt her smile against my mouth before she dropped a few kisses on my cheek and neck. “That’s it,” she murmured in encouragement. Then she thrust her hips down harder onto mine, falling into a sensuous rhythm.
Shit, it was so good. Why was it so good? How was she this fucking soft?
My head turned, seeking her mouth, and she giggled before kissing me again. I no longer hesitated. I was braver. I rolled my waist and chased sensation. I sunk my hands into her hair and dragged her closer. I stopped letting it happen and started participating.
Nipping my lips, she dragged my tongue into her mouth before trailing kisses down my neck and sucking on my throbbing pulse. I wasn’t breathing anymore, but my heart was pumping inside my chest, affected by this gorgeous killer who kissed with as much passion as she had for fighting enemies. And I waited. I waited for her to do something. To show me what I’d been missing. I let her lead because I didn’t even know where to begin, but I could follow. I could figure it out with her.
Jo’s hand found my breast. Breathing hotly into my mouth, her fingers teased and tugged my pebbled nipple under a thin layer of lace. Shock struck my hips with heat, and I arched into her, gasping loud enough that it echoed off the walls.
“I can promise you, V, that if you give into me, you’ll enjoy every second. I won’t ever leave you unsatisfied, and I won’t ever make you wait. You’re safe with me. Whatever we do together, we’ll go at your pace.”
She sucked on my neck hard enough that I moaned without meaning to. Her words had gotten to me. We’d barely done anything, and it felt so good already. Part of me knew it would, but reality hit harder. I was into it. Jo turned me on. I was so fucking wet I felt it in my underwear every time I moved. What that meant, I wasn’t sure, but I’d already gotten this far. No sense in saying no now.
I gripped the bed and nodded. “Okay…”
Taking hold of my jaw again, Jo filled my mouth with her wicked tongue, then tore the lace cup away from my breast. She gripped it before circling my nipple with her finger. After I arched and moaned her name, the dangerous woman dropped her head where the shirt was tucked under my arms, exposing my naked chest.
Sucking my breast into her mouth, she didn’t give me time to think or pretend to breathe. She worked the pliant flesh to her liking—swirling, sucking, kissing, and nipping it with so much strength that I genuinely wondered if she was trying to suck my soul right out of my body. I quivered under her, already lost to the sensations. It was different. I’d never thought about how sensitive my nipples were until Jo spent minutes sucking them. The Fae’s tongue danced around the tip, teeth gently tugging. My pussy contracted, and pleasure hit my hips again.
How was she so good at this? Everything she did, everywhere she touched was exactly what I needed. Like she’d done it enough to know where I’d feel it the most. Like she knew my body better than I did. Because even I didn’t know where I liked it most until she licked and nibbled those exact spots, over and over, confident they’d pleasure me.
“Like that, do you?” she murmured, not asking. Because she knew the second I gasped and curved up into her that everything she did to me was fucking amazing.
But for some reason, I felt inclined to answer. “Yes…fuck, yes I do.”
She blew on my wet flesh, lush lips lifted when I moaned her name again. My eyes jerked down to hers, and I brushed the hair away from her face. Shit, she was gorgeous. With her mouth wet and her eyes beaming amber, it was insane to think this woman was touching me—wanting me.
She dipped down, devoured as much of my breast into her mouth as she could, and then flicked her tongue and suckled the flesh until I was rigid underneath her. My pussy throbbed and pulsed. I turned my head and groaned, so fucking turned on I had to move my hips to try to release some tension. I wanted to touch her, but what she did to me felt so good that all I was able to do was moan and swivel my waist.
Her hand went over my mouth, muffling the sounds I made. I closed my eyes as she played with one breast, then moved over to the other to give it the same attention. Sensation stormed my thighs, and the place between my legs throbbed violently.
I needed to touch myself. Moving my waist wasn’t enough.
When I tried to reach between us to do it, Jo caught my hand and pinned it to the bed. I started to complain, but she silenced me with a rough kiss. Then her other hand chased my curves and retracting stomach, fingers tantalizing and caressing along the way. My neck curved and I breathed a soft “Please” to encourage her. She undid the button and zip of my jeans, yanked my pants down to my knees, and then fitted her hand between my open legs.
Electricity shot down my spine as her fingers dipped into the wetness between my thighs, spreading it all over her thin digits before she drove them inside. My waist jerked, chest retracting sharply, and I fought to close my legs, but Jo kept them open with her body and fucked me with her fingers hard enough to get a gasping curse out of me.
“Fuck.” My hips bucked. “Too fast.”
But she didn’t slow down. If anything, she went faster. She hit spots in and out that were instant pleasure. Moving her hand away from my mouth, she kissed me again, and her devilish tongue dominated mine without trouble. “You need it fast. Just trust me, babe. You should let yourself enjoy what I do to you because fuck knows I am. You’ve never looked sexier.”
The other woman licked my bottom lip, breathing her seductive heat into my mouth. It was obvious in every look that she enjoyed what she was doing to me. I didn’t expect it to be such a turn-on. I wanted to touch her too, but she moved too fast for me to try.
Without breaking our kiss, Jo yanked my underwear down so she could finger-fuck me easier. My thighs shook and tensed as I tried and failed to fight the pleasure exploding with every strong movement of her hand. All I really seemed to know how to do was moan her name and beg her to slow down. The speed was insanity.
“Jo, I can’t…it’s too much,” I tried to say, gasping when her fingers only sped up and gave it to me harder despite my complaints. Like a goddamn vibrator, the speed couldn’t be matched by any human.
Forcing me to arch my neck with a hand around my throat, the other woman sucked on it hard enough to leave a mark. I barely registered the stabbing pain in my neck because it was quickly followed by absolute fucking bliss. Every suck intensified the pleasure collecting in my waist, and I was addicted to the new but familiar feeling of it. Like she was drinking from me. Like she was the one with fangs, not me.
Wait, does she have fangs? Is she actually biting me right now?
If I were honest, I didn’t care. All I could focus on was how good it felt and how everything she did was different than anything anyone had ever done to me. Just like she promised, she knew exactly where to touch, and she never hesitated.
Her thumb circled my clit and her fingers moved and curved at just the right angle. It left me desperate to keep my voice locked down and not scream over the sensation slamming into my hips with every thrust of her hand.
I wrapped an arm around her shoulders, clinging to her and groaning her name again because what she did was something words couldn’t express.
“I can’t—” I whispered, heat rolling over my body in waves. My orgasm edged closer. I was terrified I wouldn’t be able to stay quiet when it happened. It was a new kind of pleasure, and I wasn’t sure I could keep it to myself.
I swiveled my hips, chasing sensation, but Jo held my waist to the bed. She kept me still. Chasing the line of my stomach with her tongue, her hand covered my mouth again so I wouldn’t give us away. Belly contracting, I desperately fought to keep up with the swiftness of her movements, but everything she did was lightning quick to my slow-to-follow brain.
Kissing my lower stomach, Jo lifted her amber gaze and looked at me for permission. “May I?”
After she removed her hand, I blinked at her, confused. “I—”
She licked my stomach, teasing close to where her fingers had been only a second ago. “I want to taste you, but you’ll have to keep quiet because that arrogant asshole just got back. He’s in the other room on the phone. He might be distracted, but he’ll hear you if you get any louder than this.”
Phillip.
Guilt hit my chest, but Jo shut it down with another look. “You’re allowed to enjoy it, V. Don’t overthink it. Trust me with this, and I’ll take care of you.”
Holy hell, and I wanted to. I was already soaking wet and on the edge of a much-needed orgasm after all the tension that had been building up between us since our first kiss. Everything inside was alive and on fire. The thrum of my pulse was in my ears. I was so close to release. I fucking needed it. It’d been a while since I’d been tempted to forget everything just for a taste of euphoria.
Fuck.
Honestly, I was so damn turned on by the idea of having her between my legs, tasting me, letting her tongue dive into my warmest parts to do things I’d only been able to dream about until now. All while the others were a room away…
I’d nearly answered yes the second she asked. But could I give in? Could I let this go farther than it had already?
Jo kissed where my hipbone protruded before licking just beneath my belly button. “We can stop here, but I’m really hoping you’ll say yes, V.”
My thighs quivered as I got to my elbows. Jo watched me, looking unsure for the first time. It nearly took the words right out of my mouth to see her show anything other than confidence, but it only reaffirmed my answer.
“I want you, too,” I finally whispered, dragging the woman up my body and kissing her hard enough to express just how much.
Her lips dragged across mine and devoured them before her head jerked up. A dagger shot out of her hand and hit the door.
Cash’s screeching voice echoed behind it. “Why the bleeding fuck are you throwing daggers this early into the day, woman?!” Another dagger hit the door when he tried to open it again, and his voice was a little less aggressive this time. “I’m not opening it! My hands are in the air, you terrifying woman. But I’m not leaving no matter how many daggers you throw. I have business with V, so you can just finish whatever it is you birds do in a room alone and then get out of my way.”
My heart was attempting to make a break for it, the mere thought that we were moments away from being found out hitting with every thud. It was worse because I hadn’t heard him. I should’ve. I was a goddamn Hunter.
But Jo was cool, calm, and collected. The femme fatale only seemed bothered that we were interrupted and not that we’d been this close to being found out. Or maybe she wasn’t worried about being found out. She was a ghost. Who knew what tricks she had up her sleeve for remaining undetected. Of course, that’d mean he’d see me looking like I was getting myself off, and that was somehow worse than being found with the gorgeous Fae eating me out.
Her eyes flicked back over to me before she dropped a kiss on my mouth and helped me fix my shirt and pants. “To be continued. You have me curious, V, and I’m eager to see what this becomes between us.”
I stared at her, flabbergasted.
Cash continued to angrily rant on the other side of the door. Mostly about how Jo needed to use her words, not her weapons. If I hadn’t been so caught up in the other woman’s stare, I would’ve laughed about the irony of it all.
“You want to do this again?” I asked her, more because I was scared she was put off by something I did but also because I wanted to do this again, and the idea of it stopping here worried me more than being discovered by the Fae Karen.
“You’d better be ready, babe. When I want something, nothing stops me. Not even that scary jerk you let into your bed. Or some prissy, good-looking gentleman with an accent, pretty words, and a big ol’ cock. Because, let’s face it, they don’t stand a chance against me. I offer something they can’t.”
Something they can’t?
I should’ve asked, but I was a little slow to speech, and I didn’t want Cash to have any more reason to get destroyed by the sultry Fae who kissed like she wanted to steal my soul.
Wiping her mouth pointedly and giving me a cute wink, Jo got to her feet and headed over to the door. I was just out of eyeshot of the shrieking Karen on the other side of the room as she pushed her way into the hallway and dragged him away by his ear, his angry but scared outcry the entire reason I knew she had.