Annie Nicholas - Catch

Like a great vise had just released from around my chest, I sucked a deep shuddering breath. “You love him, too.”

He sighed. “You’re not going to make this easy, are you?”

“Do I ever?”

“No.” He grinned with his answer. “Let me ask you a hard question. If your deceased husband were to return tomorrow, would you love me less?” The question hung over my head like an ax as we stared in each other’s eyes. “Your hesitation is making me nervous.”

I giggled. “I doubt that. Of course, I wouldn’t love you less, but equally. Crap, if that was supposed to make me feel better it didn’t.” I tried to push away, however his iron grip held me.

“You can trust me. I won’t hurt you. Tane understands I’m with you, just like I had to understand when he bound Eric.”

That answer made me feel even worse. It meant he still cared for Tane. Things might be fine now but in ten years? We were going to have to cross this bridge one day, and I knew I’d be the loser. I could pressure him to admit it, except the coward inside me cringed. I’d dealt with enough turmoil for one day. The tender touch in the garden between him and Tane would be laid aside until I had the strength to deal.

“You’re thinking too hard again.”

“Damn, I can’t help it. You just shredded my concepts of our relationship and I’m at a loss.”

He rubbed my temples with his fingertips. “Shh, it’s not that big of a deal. You’re tired and stressed. Let it go. Be here with me, right now, enjoy the moment.”

I closed my eyes and melted back against him. “I want to. Help me.”

“Thought you’d never ask.” He smirked as he lifted me to sit on the edge of the tub then spread my legs so they rested over his shoulders.

A gasp escaped me as his cool mouth met my warmed pussy with a gentle touch. His strength supported me as it did in life.

He glanced at me, asking if I was all right.

“Don’t stop.” The words came from my gut and sounded deep. He never would have hesitated before. But I never had freaked at his touch, either. I hated Luckard.

Like his earlier kiss, Rurik used his mouth in a gentle, passionate way. Licking between my folds with sure stokes until he found my clit. He circled the sensitive bud with his tongue with an expert’s skill.

I grasped the edges of the tub and threw my head back. Pleasure blinded my thoughts.

Growling, he latched onto it and sucked with sweet abandon. Without the support of his hands, I would have fallen to the floor in a senseless heap.

“Yes,” seemed like the only word left in my vocabulary since I cried it over and over until the culminations of our efforts released themselves and left only a wild, crazed woman in my place.

The room spun when I opened my eyes. I blinked and drew in a lungful of air. My racing heart slowed and blood returned to my brain.

Rurik, his lips glossed with moisture, rested his chin on my thigh and watched me catch my breath.

“Hot.” I cleared my throat. “Hot damn.” I allowed my rubbery legs to slip off their perch into the water. If I knelt in the tub, I couldn’t trust my legs to keep me from drowning. I gestured to Rurik. “Stand for me.”

Water streamed from his chest as he rose, it followed the natural grooves of his muscles and I couldn’t resist following its descent. A thin line of dark hair ran from his belly button to his groin. He called it his happy trail. My goal stood erect and ready at trail’s end.

Tracing a finger over those fine hairs, I sensed him shiver.

He stepped closer and loomed over me, his half-lidded gaze burning with need.

Without breaking eye contact, I leaned forward and licked his hot, swollen tip.

He shuddered and clenched his hands. I wanted to return his favor, make him mindless with passion and bring him to his knees.

I wrapped my hand around his base and guided his cock while I made slow, circular motions with my tongue.

Breathing heavy, he stepped closer again and banged his knee against the tub. “Fuck, Connie.”

I grinned before slipping him deep in my mouth, and angled my head so he could watch as his cock slid an inch at a time, until it hit the back of my throat.

He stared as if mesmerized by the sight, his lips slightly parted.

Running my hands over his firm flesh, I grabbed his ass and pulled him closer.

Clenched muscles met my palms. They quivered under his skin like a racehorse waiting for the starting-gun. Was he holding back? Usually an aggressive lover, Rurik appeared more restrained tonight. I wanted to tell him not to worry, that I’d gotten over being abused, except I’d be lying. Instead, he offered me control and in return, I set the demanding hard pace I knew he craved.

After a few strokes, each pump elicited a louder groan from him. He thrust his hips a little, but still didn’t touch me. I wanted him to. Our heavy breathing filled the room.

I sensed a brush of fingers on my hair, as if wanting to tangle themselves in my curls, yet they fell back at his sides. The muscles in his thighs trembled where they touched me.

Yearning screamed from his body.

He slipped into his native tongue of Hungarian. It sounded like he spoke words of encouragement, however he could have been cursing me for all I knew. The only thing I understood was my name. With a strangled cry, he pushed his cock to the back of my throat. His knees buckled to catch against the tub as he spilled his seed.

The sudden movement almost yanked him from my mouth, but with a quick reflex, I slid lower and didn’t release his cock. I felt his clenched muscles under my hands relax.

He slid himself out of my mouth before sitting hard into the tub. The water splashed over the edge onto the floor.

I couldn’t help but grin in triumph.

Rurik leaned his head back.

I stepped out of the tub and wrapped a towel around my body. “I’m tired.”

“Let me regroup and I’ll join you in a second. I have to wait for feeling to return below the waist.” He closed his eyes and sunk lower into the water.

As I stepped across the carpet of our bedroom, a new worry surfaced. I detoured from the bed and peeked out the door.

Gwen stared back. “I’m not taking you anywhere. It’s almost dawn, and you have a black cloud following wherever you go. The dayshift guard needs to—”

“Has Tane returned?”

She stood straighter and widened her eyes. “No.”

“Shouldn’t someone go find him before the sun does?” I clenched my towel even tighter. The vision of him twisting around me to take the second arrow haunted my thoughts. Not even sex drove it away.

“He knows how to survive in the wild, Connie.” She gave me a wiry smile. “He was a vampire before civilizations developed.”

The crack of the whip made me flinch, yet I didn’t feel its bite. I tried to run with all my might, yet my body wouldn’t move. Manacles weighed heavy on my wrists, dragging them to the floor. Blinded by darkness I could hear him approaching, one heavy footstep at a time.

Terror clutched my soul and squeezed me like a squeak toy until I screamed.

And sat bolt upright in bed. Blankets twisted around my legs as I tried to escape. I kicked and rolled, only to tumble head over heels off the damn bed. The thump to my head only fogged my mind more.

My sweat-soaked nightie clung to my body. Weary and exhausted, nothing made sense. I only wanted to sleep, except Luckard wouldn’t let me. I had to run, to hide, then maybe he’d leave me alone.

Without another thought, I headed out the door. A strange man stood in my way, his eyes wide, hands held up in front of him.

I didn’t allow him a chance to capture me and swung a left hook before I lost the element of surprise. It connected with his chin and the stranger fell, but my knuckles stung.