Cook, Kris - Captivation [Eternally Three 2] (Siren Publishing Menage Amour) Read online

  But the more they touched her, the more he wanted to pulverize their heads into the floor. He’d never felt such a protective urge, and his thoughts, normally easy to govern, crashed against his willpower like a tsunami created by his proximity to Eve.

  Such strength, such grit. God, he’d never met a more amazing woman. She would be a delight to pleasure—but she would be a thrill to claim as his own.

  But I have my orders.

  A good soldier would set all personal desires aside, yet Nash was finding that impossible to do with her. Screw David’s mandate, at least until he could figure out how to get Eve out of his system. Not an easy task, but he had to try. And if his thirst for her didn’t lessen, well… he would cross that bridge when he got to it. Besides, her resistance had to be broken down in order to save her. And being the one who helped her open up might just help him to get a handle on his appetite for her, too. Insane, yes, but at the moment he didn’t give a damn. She needed him, not these two fools.

  He sent a silent command to Quade and Wright. Get out of there, now!

  In unison, they questioned, Sir?

  Get the fuck out of there or I swear on the Alliance, I’ll send you both to the Ether with my own blade.

  Yes, sir! The two soldiers unlocked their bodies from Eve and peeled off the bed in a flash.

  Quade’s voice came through the speakers from the hidden microphones. “Ms. Rousseau, please forgive us.”

  “Just leave.” Eve wiggled under the blanket, pulling it up to hide her mouthwatering breasts.

  Quade and Wright exited, shutting the door behind them.

  Eve’s hazel eyes brimmed with tears as she faced the reflective glass. Her gaze seemed to lock in on him, despite the two-way mirror. Could she actually see him? Impossible.

  He couldn’t deny that the hunger growling inside him played a part in what he was considering, yet he honestly believed that without a change in attitude her odds of accessing her inner energy and binding to two immortals was nil. And he knew that meant she was going to die young. His gut clenched tight.

  “Enough,” he said to himself. “I know what I have to do, and I will do it.”

  Eve raised her hand and flipped her middle finger skyward, sending a very clear message. She rolled into a position so that her back faced the mirror—and him.

  Damn it! He knew that she not only desired his type of sexual expertise, she needed it.

  Craving poured from him. He lusted for her surrender. The thrumming inside him, the lengthening of his cock, and her shaking body on the bed mixed together, creating a need he could no longer resist.

  Eve would not die on his watch.

  He turned off the lights in her room to take away her vision, not his. He’d still see just fine.

  “What’s this about?” Eve sat up. “More games, Nash?”

  He didn’t answer but magically transported next to her bed. Though he wanted to touch her soft skin, he didn’t. Not before she wins my caresses.

  Her pupils expanded, but the room held only darkness. The lack of light kept her blind and vulnerable, just like he wanted.

  He could never really hurt her, but to teach her a little humility to garner the submission he craved—that he would do tonight. Besides, he sensed she needed to learn to trust or she wouldn’t survive for long. He needed to unravel her before she unraveled him.

  He’d mocked Kronos back at Zone Three about the angel’s longing to keep Eve all to himself. Now he understood what it meant to be snared by such desires.

  He’d seen how Eve looked at Kronos. She cared for the angel, but clearly had never opened up to him. Not fully, anyway.

  Eve needed someone to trust and believe in, and God help him, Nash wanted to be that someone, if only for one night.

  His gut tightened. Tomorrow, he would resume playing the good, dutiful soldier. Could he be saved from his hunger to possess Eve for himself and no other? Or was it already too late?

  * * * *

  Someone was in the room with her. Eve’s breathing turned shallow and quick. Her skin heated. Though she couldn’t see the intruder, she sensed him. She pulled her robe tight around her body.

  “Who’s here? Nash, is that you?” She succeeded in keeping her voice from faltering, though anxiety tore at her insides.

  “Yes.”

  Oh God! “Are you here for a ‘thank you’ for sending Quade and Wright away? Whatever. You took too long to make that happen. Were you getting your rocks off watching?”

  “You need to control your mouth.”

  “Oh I am. I’m saying exactly what I want to say. I bet you want to fuck me. So you going to do it or not?” Please do it.

  “Best not to tempt me, Eve.” His voice seemed to gush with hunger for her, yet he didn’t pounce. How deep was his desire for her? She tingled from head to toe.

  “So, what are you going to do to me?”

  “Whatever it takes, Eve. Spells seem to either work for a brief time on you or not at all, so tying you with magical ropes won’t suffice. I want you bound tight, dripping with desire, begging for more, forgetting past and future, feeling only the present, a present I will orchestrate for you.”

  An ache for what he promised welled up from her core. How could she resist such strength of will?

  Nash pulled the sheet off of her. Her heart thudded like a hammer in her chest.

  “What are you doing? Give me my sheet back!”

  “Your sheet? Now is the time for you to realize who’s actually in charge here. It’s not you.” He moved to her ear and growled, “First, you must earn the pleasure I want to give you, little one. Then, I will grant you ecstasy that you won’t believe you can bear, but you will bear it and much more when my dick plunges into the depths of your tight pussy. When you finally stop fighting me and submit, then, and only then, will I allow you the most amazing orgasm of your life.”

  “God, you think highly of yourself. You always promise more than you can deliver?” She squeezed her thighs together, trying to rein in her desire.

  “Orgasms are hard for you to attain.”

  “None of your business.”

  “I wasn’t asking. It’s obvious reaching climax doesn’t come easy for you. Tonight, leave that to me. Whatever your old life, I’ll make you forget it. Old relationships, family, friends, ex-lovers, pain, disappointment… all will fade to nothingness.”

  Nash’s words hit a nerve. If he continued juicing up her insides, she might lose herself to burning need.

  “Just turn on the lights.”

  “No. Get ready to take a humid, delirious joyride that will end with your ultimate surrender to me.”

  The thought revved her up, but also surprised her. I’m not giving myself over to him. I can’t.

  She heard Nash ripping the sheet into strips. No spells from him, just old school all the way.

  He tied her arms and legs to the bedposts with the sheet strips.

  “Damn it, Nash. What the hell are you doing? Turn the lights on and knock this shit out.”

  “No.”

  Once, she’d nervously asked Kro to tie her up, but he’d only laughed, playing it off as a joke. She’d never asked again. Since then, she wondered if Kro had actually agreed, could she have gone through with it. Being restrained, even by someone she cared for, contradicted her demand for control. Therefore, she’d never cultivated that fantasy.

  How had Nash known that she would respond to such treatment? When he’d busted into the van, his eyes seemed to see some nexus inside her. Again, at the house in the suburbs, his gaze had flustered her. At Zone Three, the wickedness of his powerful stare had penetrated her. During the flight here, his gentleness and concern had surprised her. And now?

  “Then get it over with, Nash.”

  “Believe me, I want to drill my dick into your hot pussy right now.” He sounded like he was struggling to keep his head.

  “So, why aren’t you? You’re the one calling all the shots.”

  “True. My wan
ts have to wait.”

  Nash’s strength of will amazed her. Her own wantonness for him screamed loud inside her. I can’t give in. I won’t. Let him do whatever he wants to my body. That would surely be quite a ride. But nothing more.

  “What are you waiting on, Nash?”

  “You’ll find out soon enough, little one.”

  She gulped. Heat rushed deep into her insides.

  “I understand you think I need sex to turn on some latent power inside me, but how does having sex with you help that? Don’t we need an angel to make the hocus-pocus work?”

  “I could parade a thousand angels in here, but until you take down some of those defenses of yours, it wouldn’t do a damn bit of good.”

  “Really? So the guys do the foreplay, then you rush in to finish the task? That how it works?”

  “Quiet,” Nash commanded in a voice so controlled it shook. “I like your nerve. But if you don’t get it reined in, it will get you killed.

  Eve felt a cold shiver crawl up her back. Still she pushed back at him. “Why should I be quiet?”

  “I know you’re a bit frightened. I get that. Don’t be. I will never put on you more than you can handle or need. I also know that you’re tempted and more than a little curious.”

  “What if I am? So what?” I’m like clear glass to him.

  “You need this more than you know, sweet girl.”

  Eve licked her lips, wantonness causing droplets of moisture to pop up on her skin. Panting softly, she sighed. “Okay. Give me your best shot.”

  “You’re very tricky, but that won’t work with me. I’m the one holding the wheel here, not you.”

  A new primitive need gnawed at her insides. He hadn’t even touched her, and her body was beading for his fingertips. Her mind also had to be kept in check. “Nash, is tying down a girl the only way you can get sex? Untie me.”

  He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “It’s necessary for you, not me.”

  Oh God! She needed to get his attention and stop this train wreck. Sure it would be fun, but what then?

  She tried to head-butt him, but no luck connecting.

  “Naughty girl. That earned you five smacks on that lovely ass of yours.”

  “Whatever. Screw my body all you want.” Oh God, yes. “I’ll never turn over my will or mind to you.”

  “I’ll see about that. Five more.”

  Eve grinned.

  “By your smile, I know that you’re intrigued. That’s very good.”

  He can see me even though the room is pitch-black. Good to know. It is best not to give him any more clues about me. “I can take anything you dish out, buddy.”

  “That’s Sir to you. Keep talking, Eve. You’ll earn yourself a nice rosy-red ass. That makes fifteen.”

  She opened her mouth to say something then closed it tight. What could she say to change his mind? Maybe if she screamed someone would come.

  “Eve, get out of your head. I’m sure that you are working all the angles, plotting and searching for any advantage that might lead to me ending this. Not happening.”

  Damn. How could he see so deeply into her? She’d slipped some pretty dangerous men in the past, but none were like Nash: dangerous, sexy, and unnerving. She had no doubt that he wouldn’t stop, even if it took all night to get what he wanted. Her body buzzed with craving.

  “We’re both going to enjoy this, little one. You’ll see.”

  Was she only a challenge for him? Someone to unhinge, get underneath the layers? Given her hardening nipples and growing moisture between her legs, could she resist?

  “Now that I have you properly restrained, I wonder if your pretty cunt is already nice and wet for me.”

  “Don’t you think—ohh!”

  Nash brushed her nipples with his fingers, causing her lips to tremble ever so slightly, before moving his hand to her secret flesh. Desire flooded her body, taking her to the limits of her control.

  He licked her neck. “I gave you one order, a single word. What was it?”

  Dozens of sparks fired through her body as he grazed her clit. Wherever Nash touched her became a vortex of vibrations.

  “The word was quiet.”

  “You remember. Good.”

  Eve felt Nash lock his lips on hers, as he continued fingering her mound. He played her body with the skill of a concert musician, bringing her right up to the big drop, then pulling back. Loud and growing: Crescendo. Soft and retreating: Diminuendo. His sensual push and pull drove her higher.

  He sent his tongue deep into her mouth, multiplying the urgency banging inside her body. Could a mere kiss have so much potency? She’d never thought so before, but now… Nash blew her away to the edge of conscious thought. Though she wanted their kiss to go on and on, he released her.

  “Eve, listen to me. I will touch you anywhere and any way I want. To get your attention when you disobey me, I will punish you and withhold your pleasure. Follow my instructions, and you will climax tonight like you’ve never climaxed before. But you cannot come until I say. Understand? Answer with a yes or no.”

  “B-But…”

  He lifted his thumb from her clit and stopped licking her neck. Immediately, her ache for his touch grew.

  “See, sweet girl. You did not follow instructions, and I stopped touching you. That’s not what either of us wants. Your punishment now sits at twenty slaps to your perky ass. No coming until I say, understand?”

  With a sarcastic tone, she answered, “Yes.”

  “Good. Add Sir to your responses from now on. You ready for your spanking?”

  “Do I have a choice?” Her body vibrated, due to her anxiety. Or was it desire?

  “You have much to learn.” Nash rolled Eve onto her stomach and began paddling her ass with his hand.

  His first smack grabbed her attention, warming her bottom. The second sent a buzzing heat just under her skin. The third splintered her thoughts, leaving her in an altered state of consciousness.

  She bit her lip, attempting to hold onto her defiance but feeling it slip away from her grasp.

  Abruptly, he stopped tormenting her ass. “Good girl.” At first, he massaged her backside, then his hand pressed her swollen folds, transporting her to a wonderful oblivion.

  His mouth feathered her lips, and his kiss brought her to the shore of her climax. But again, he pulled back in the last second. As the tide of her ache receded slightly, Nash would press her most sensitive flesh.

  “You’re driving me insane, Nash.” She licked her lips. “Let me come.”

  The room’s pitch-black persisted, concealing him from her sight.

  “No. You still have punishment left to take.”

  He began again spanking her bottom with a controlled hand that delivered sizzling stings. Tears flooded down on the pillow from her excitement and confusion—not pain. Nirvana called to her out of Nash’s mind-numbing treatment.

  Eve delighted in the chance for Nash to take her body, but she feared he wouldn’t stop there. No, he would try to seize everything inside her only to toss her aside when he tired of her. Let him take her body and enjoy the moment, but then she had to resist just enough so she didn’t lose herself.

  Her mind had been swept to a place where he controlled everything. He’d moved her into a space where her thoughts quieted. Much more of his wicked approach, she would lose herself in what would become an inevitable heartbreak. Determined to block out the pleasure in his touch, she squeezed her eyes shut.

  “Still holding back, I can tell.” He tapped her lightly on the flank with what felt like a crop. He kept it up, here a smack, there a touch, until the little stings came from every fleshy place on her ass. “You’ve got lots to learn. Can you deny that you don’t want this?”

  She shivered with delight and anticipation. Every effort to break free of the strips of sheet failed. Her hands remained bound behind her back, her ankles locked together tightly. Her body throbbed and vibrated. She felt very vulnerable and totally overpowered—and
extremely turned on. Holding onto conscious thought was becoming more difficult. Not a good position to be in for her. Much more of his manipulation and she could drain her resolve. No attachments. She’d survived by holding to that one rule.

  I can’t just roll over and play dead with him.

  “You want to use a crop to my bottom. I don’t want that,” she lied. “What choice do I have, Sir!”

  Nash’s hot breath hit her neck like a warm breeze. “Liar. Not only do you want to be dominated, you need to be. You and I both know it. Bloodliner, yes, but still very human and female. I felt you get out of your head for a bit. Good. My job is to get you there again and keep you there, sweet girl.”

  Even though he wasn’t touching her anywhere, his words shook her everywhere. Vibrations spanned every part of her body. In a final effort to derail him, she whispered, “Even if I am lying, Sir, does that change the fact that you’re going against David’s orders?”

  “Another question. You must like breaking my rules.” His tone made her tremble. “That will change.”

  Still, she pressed on. “Do you have an answer, Sir?”

  “Since this is your first time to be submissive and we’re just getting started, I’ll let it slide. But don’t push it. Understand?”

  She knew he meant business. Softening her tone, she said, “Yes, Sir.”

  “Here’s my answer, little one. You’re a woman who has had to depend on no one. You size up people quickly, do whatever is necessary to get through terrible obstacles, and have a strength that few expect. Am I right so far?”

  Eve’s gut turned several somersaults. How could he know so much? The man got to her, and, hell, that scared her more than his punishments.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Sweet girl, you’ve been on your own for a long time. Though you can handle much more than most, deep down in places you don’t want to admit to, you wish you could trust someone, fully and completely. You want to find rest—and peace—if only for one night. Sound right?”

  Oh my God! No one had ever gotten close to the truth. And somehow, Nash figured her out in a matter of hours.

  What little fight she had left inside her deflated like a punctured balloon. At first, she’d found his sexual antics to be intriguing. Now, she realized he’d upped the stakes. If he could discern so much in so little time, what more could he tell about her if she didn’t stand up to him.