Page 12 of To Catch A Rook

“I knew you were mad.” He shrugged his large shoulders unapologetically. “A good soldier does a little recon before engaging the enemy.”

Before I could blink my eyes, he stood directly in front of me, so closely the heat of his body blanketed mine in a soothing caress.

I pushed away that thought. There was nothingsoothingabout this conversation.

I tilted my head to stare into the dark oceans of his gaze that kept pulling me in despite my best reservations. “Is that what I am now, Kellan? Trust me when I say you don’t want me as your enemy.”

“I don’t want you as my enemy.” He echoed, reaching up to tuck a lock of my blonde hair behind my ear. “I want you as my …”

He trailed off, but not in search of the right words. Our gazes were locked, the clouds of emotions within his pupils clearing as one dominant feeling took hold and matched mine—desperate need.

I had to break the spell. As much as I wanted the sweet release only Kellan’s dominant nature could give me, I couldn’t continue to dance like a doll on his stage. I wasn’t a puppet, and he wasn’t my master.

I took a step back, but the heady mix of hormones and lust made me forget the beautiful Italian couch directly behind me, and I fell backwards into its comfortable seat—just what my predator wanted.

The large man’s grin was wicked when he leaned over me and brushed his nose against the underside of my jaw, inhaling deeply.

“Kellan,” I warned, pressing my palms against his stone chest to push him away. He leaned deeper into me, moving one hand to grip the side of my head. Holding me in place, he nuzzled my earlobe with soft kisses.

“You smell so good, Killer.” His firm lips moved down to my pulse point as he brought his legs up onto the couch, locking me between his thighs, his considerable bulk hovering over me. His growing erection dug into the soft flesh of my belly and my panties grew damp at the feel of him.

If I pushed him away, he’d back off. He was dominant, but he would never go against my wishes. As much as I wanted to exert my power and kick him out for the continued lack of respect for my time, I needed his sweet release even more.

Sexwith Kellan was its own form of therapy, and I would pay for the service tonight. I could negotiate the terms and conditions tomorrow.

I angled my head to give him better access and surrendered my body to his ministrations. Two large palms cupped my breasts, squeezing with just enough pressure to cause zings of pleasure to ripple down my spine.

God, I missed the feel of him. The smell of him. The heady mix of amber and bergamot washed over me like a calming warm shower as his touch melted away the stress of my day. The blond bastard was an infuriating, overbearing bear, but my most consistent comfort.

When he bothered to show up, that is.

I pulled his lips to mine, sinking into the couch just a little further as he held my mouth hostage. I surrendered to his punishing kiss. His hips pulsed painfully against me as we got lost in the taste of each other—the familiar flavor of longing on our tongues.

His hands moved from my breasts to my hips, tracing the lines of my hip bones through the soft fabric of my dress. I bucked upward, desperate to be closer, to feel the hardness of his cock against my pussy.

“Surrender.”

It was my word of permission, the word that destroyed my defenses and set me free.Ourword.

As I became pliant in his hold, he adjusted my position, laying me down on the wide seat. He gripped my thighs possessively and hiked up my dress to expose my soaked black lace panties.

The Viking knelt down in front of me, brushing his nose against the fabric as he inhaled deeply. His groan resonated against my flesh, shooting electric sparks right to my clit and causing another gush of arousal between my legs.

Instead of ripping the covering away from my pussy, he mouthed me through it, stroking his tongue back and forth in taunting caresses against my heating skin.

His top lip teased at my clit, scraping the stubble through the lace, leaving a burning fire in its wake. His bottom lip worked up and down my slick opening, sucking up every drop of want through the ruined gusset.

I twisted my fingers into his thick hair, to hold him in place as he brought me to a dangerously delicious climax. Kellan shook his head against me, scraping his stubble in the most agonizing way as he reached upward to pin my hands against my thighs, rendering me completely at his mercy.

He nipped at my clit, licked my pussy clean and yet, he never removed the one minuscule covering between us. I shook beneath his hold, locking my thighs around his head as I writhed against his chin, until I was just a teeny push away from—

“Aughhhh!” The sweetest release ripped through me, flooding my limbs with the purest shot of euphoria. I melted into the couch. Kellan’s blue eyes filled with wicked, satisfied intent.

“That’s a good girl,” he praised, raising himself from the couch to hover his engorged crotch over my sated head. “Now, let’s take my feral little killer out to play.”

His large hands slowly unzipped his dress pants. Free, his massive cock sprang forward, barely missing my eye. He smelled like clean man, salt, and musk, and my mouth watered as I stuck my tongue out for a teasing taste.

When he shuddered beneath my touch, spurring me on to swirl my tongue over his thick head and swallow down the drops of pre-cum weeping from his tip.

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