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  “How can you know that? Someday, and soon, I’ll have to go home.”

  “Why? Did you leave a life behind that you love? Are friends there whom you’ll miss?”

  Her eyebrows lowered. “I was building a life in San Antonio. Something of my own. It’s only interrupted. Not changed.”

  “Are you sure about that?”

  Her shoulders slumped on long exhale. “That’s the only life I have.”

  The words were on the tip of his tongue to disagree. But what else could he say? He couldn’t keep her. “You’ll stay here until we have this sorted out, until we find this Marroquin and deal with him.”

  “And if there’s more to this? More than just him being some kind of psychotic perv—then what? He’s Omega.”

  “And they have a very long reach…” Sergei released a breath. “What’s your name? Your full name?”

  “Kara Ann Nichols.” She sighed. “Now that you know who I am, I suppose you’re eager to leave and start some kind of search.”

  “Soon enough. I promised I’d hold you until you slept.”

  A fine, dark brow rose. The tilt of her eyes reflected renewed hunger. “I’m not sleepy anymore.”

  He gave her a mock glare. “And I won’t fuck you. That too crass?”

  Her teeth bit her lower lip. Mischief glinted in her eyes. “I got a tingle when you said it.”

  Pleased surprise at her boldness made his breath hitch. Sergei knew he should end their time now, set her aside and get the hell out of her bed, but he couldn’t resist asking, “Where?”

  Kara arched her brow then smoothed a hand down her belly and curved it around her mound. “Right here,” she whispered, then wriggled against him, a sexy shimmy that stroked his cock.

  A smile tugged at his mouth. “We have other options.”

  “I have a few ideas of my own. But I’ll need a little cooperation on your part.”

  Sergei narrowed his eyes.

  “Don’t touch,” she said, leaning over him and pushing his hands up to the pillow. “I want to explore. Who knows when I’ll get the chance again?”

  And because he preferred her playful and aggressive to scared and uncertain, Sergei placed his hands behind his head. “I’m not shy. Help yourself.” He said it with confidence, but delight shivered along his skin.

  He’d let her explore for a while, then give her another orgasm so that maybe then, she’d be tired enough to sleep. Because once she was out, he had things to do. Plans to put into action.

  For now, he was eager to see where her curiosity led. Kara might have been a virgin, but she was bold in ways he found deeply satisfying. Her ordeal hadn’t scarred her deeply. He was thankful they’d rescued her in time. The thought of her being used as a play toy by Marroquin or sold to a brothel made his gut hurt.

  As Sergei waited, he vowed again to do whatever was needed to keep her safe, even knowing the longer she stayed here, with him, the harder letting her go would be.

  Chapter Eight

  Kara could hardly believe that she was there, seated on top of one of the most ruggedly handsome men she’d ever met. Regardless of the scars.

  Silver moonlight filtered through the window, painting his skin bronze, shadowing small ridges and indentations. To her eyes, they only enhanced his masculinity. The marks on his skin and the depth of muscle cloaking his tall frame appealed to a part of her, perhaps a primitive center of her soul, that recognized he was capable of violence and had survived. He was a proven protector. Tempered by battle. His body certainly wasn’t the result of fine-tuning reps at any gym. She’d caught a glimpse of how his hard body had been forged when she’d run like the wind to keep up with him as they’d left the Omega’s camp.

  Scars aplenty scattered over his skin, small nicks and cuts and the deeper ones she knew were on his back, but none of them marred his masculine perfection. And yet, for all his size and muscle, when he’d had her at his mercy, he’d been so gentle she’d barely noted the shredding of her virginity.

  And now, she was fiercely glad it was gone. Not only because it might thwart one of Lucio’s objectives, but because she was free to enjoy a deepening relationship with this man.

  Oh, and the pleasure he’d given her…

  Her body was still warm and humming inside from his delicious initiation. Her cheeks still blushed from his careful examination of her intimate flesh. But the fact he’d known what to look for begged the question of how much experience he had with virgins. She thought about the story he’d told her, of the girl who’d been killed. She knew the incident haunted him, but now, she hoped she could give him something to replace that horror and guilt. Another reason her survival was important.

  A melancholy yearning stirred inside her chest. Suddenly, she wished she could bring him happiness. Something lasting. Despite his rugged appearance, he was gentle at his center. Kind and honorable. He deserved love.

  “I’m not moving,” he growled.

  A prod to get her going, she knew. His eyes were half-closed and glinting wickedly. She wished she knew enough about pleasuring a man to blow his socks off, if he’d been wearing any, but she’d settle for making him squirm and pant a fraction as much as she had. Kara suppressed a smile, more than willing to take on the challenge.

  She climbed off him and knelt beside his hip, fighting her own growing excitement in order to think this through. The obvious place to start should be the last, she was sure, or he’d know exactly what part of him drew her attention most. Although she struggled to ignore his erection. It was so large, so visibly insistent she was fascinated by its appearance. Nearly as thick as her wrist, the shaft was long enough she wondered how she’d ever satisfy him. How any woman could. But then, nature must have prepared her for this. She’d have to trust they’d fit.

  “Touch me wherever you want,” he said. “Don’t think about trying to impress me.”

  Because she couldn’t? She gave him a quelling stare, which deepened when he chuckled.

  “Here,” he said, holding out his hand.

  When she reached for it, he turned her hand, cupping the back of it, and lowered it to his cock. The skin stretched so tautly around his shaft was steaming hot. “My hands must be cold,” she said.

  “They are, but I’m pretty tough.”

  The smile in his voice helped her nerves, and she accepted his lead, wrapping her fingers around him then slowly gliding up and down. He’d been circumcised, and didn’t have a lot of extra skin to move, unlike Jerrod in college, who’d pushed back his skin to show her the shape of the cap at the tip. Sergei’s was right there for her to see, rounder, a blunt fat knob. Fascinated, she rubbed a finger over the top after stroking upward, smearing the moisture gleaming at the eyelet hole.

  His hand moved away and she continued to move on him, up and down, squeezing, but unsure how tight her grip must be to please him. As much as she was enjoying the sensation, she wasn’t sure she was doing it right. He barely breathed. “Should I grip it harder?”

  “Yes,” he said, hissing slightly as she applied more pressure.

  Bending over his body, she studied him. He’d told her to do whatever she liked, and right now she wanted to sate her curiosity. The skin of his shaft was smooth, but what lay just under it was anything but. Fat veins formed gentle ridges. She let him go, and his cock pointed toward the ceiling but bobbed in time to his heartbeats, she guessed. The heat radiating from his body drew her closer. He was like a furnace.

  Kara laid a hand on his thigh. “Would you mind opening for me?”

  His chest rose around a deep indrawn breath, but he parted his thighs and she stepped her knees between them, settling on her haunches. And then she had an unimpeded view of his sac. No hair covered it. “You shave here,” she said, running a finger over the velvety skin.

  “I try to be polite,” he said, his words gritted.

  She lifted a brow. “And polite means no hair?”

  “If I want a woman to put her mouth there…”


  The suggestion was clear. And something, suddenly, she was eager to do. She recalled how he’d pleasured her with his mouth, and scooted backward, leaning down.

  His scent surrounded her—soap, and his own sagey musk. Intensified perhaps by his body heat.

  Cupping his balls in her hand, she weighed them in her palm. They were the size of plums but heavier. Nearly as hard as rocks. She stuck out her tongue and lapped at one, seeing the shifting of his thighs, the bunching of his fists.

  Knowing she was on the right track, she worried less about pleasing him and more about discovery. She licked his balls, lightly at first, then with stronger strokes, with the flat of her tongue then curling it to follow their curves.

  She opened her mouth and pulled one inside, gratified when his fingers thrust through her hair and fisted a handful, forcing her closer. While her own breaths grew more ragged, she drew the second inside and used her tongue to lick and caress them both inside her mouth, until he pulled again, forcing her upward.

  Letting them fall from her mouth, she tongued his shaft, greedy now to discover all his flavors, and following his direction upward until she reached the satiny cap. Then holding his cock still with a firm grip, she widened her jaw and latched her mouth around the knob, bobbing to sink past the ridge surrounding the cap before coming up again.

  Sublime, surprising pleasure filled her, melting her from the inside out as she moved slowly on him, filling her mouth with his girth, sinking until his length tapped her throat, then withdrawing and lowering again in slow, drugging motions. She could barely breathe, and when she did, she was overwhelmed with his scent, his spicy taste…

  “Suck it harder, sweetheart,” he whispered, urgency straining his voice.

  She almost smiled, but then she would have lost suction, so she sank and pulled on him, drawing so hard her cheeks hollowed as she moved down and up and down some more.

  “That’s so fucking good,” he said, relaxing his fingers in her hair and cupping her cheeks, pushing her up and off of him.

  “Why’d you make me stop?” she asked, dismayed and wiping the back of her hand across her mouth.

  His smile was tight. “Because, baby, I’m ready to blow.”

  She swallowed, and then made a move to crawl up his body.

  His hands pressed on her arms, and he shook his head. “I won’t fuck you. You need to heal.”

  She ignored the tension in his body and voice and leaned over him, kissing his lower abdomen, the thick bulge of his thighs. The tension holding his body in tight rigor told her he was holding on by a shredding thread. Feeling feminine and powerful, she continued licking her way up his body. “And what if I don’t care? What if I want it?”

  “Baby, right now, I’d give you anything to be inside you, but I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “You won’t, I promise.” At least, she hoped he wouldn’t.

  His expression filled with self-disgust. His glare when he leveled it on her was hot. But whatever battle he fought with himself, he lost, letting out a deep sigh. He reached out an arm to the bed table, fumbled with the drawer, and then pulled something out.

  At the sound of ripping plastic, she smiled. She waited while he rolled on a condom, then edged upward, praying he wouldn’t halt her again. She spread her legs, moving her knees outside his thighs, bending closer so his cock drew a line up the inside of one thigh until she was poised there, the head right between her legs. Only then did she hesitate. “I want you inside me, but I want you to show me.”

  Sergei sat up and scooted to the side, making room for her. She lay back, liking the fact the sheets were warm from his body, and watching as he moved, turning, covering her, his knees gently splitting her thighs.

  “I promised I wouldn’t,” he muttered.

  “Believe me…” She gasped as his cock pushed against the center of her folds. “I never expected you to keep that promise. I hoped you wouldn’t.” She reached up and skimmed her hands over her chest then along the tops of his shoulders. “I want this with you. I need it. Please, Sergei.”

  His eyes closed briefly and he came up, braced on his hands. “Spread your pussy for me, darling.”

  For the first time, that rough word didn’t make her wince. She felt womanly, a full partner in this. She reached downward and parted herself, holding the folds open as he gently pushed.

  “Tilt your hips upward.”

  She braced her feet for leverage and curled her pelvis. His cap was lodged at her entrance, so wide and round she held her breath as he pushed harder, then pulled back. Moisture seeped from inside her and the next time he pushed, the creamy lubricant helped him ease inside.

  Aware of every move, of every sensation, she held her breath. There was pressure, but also a strong surge of need, curling inside her, tightening with every gentle shove as he entered her. Her inner muscles clenched around him, resisting his intrusion.

  “You have to relax, baby. Take a deep breath.”

  She did as he said, willing her lower body to accept him, and at last, her inner muscles eased around him. A hot drenching release of fluid seeped from inside. She gave him a vigorous nod. “I’m ready.”

  “No, you’re not, but damn, I can’t stop now.” He groaned and gave her more strokes, deeper, deeper again, until half of his length was thrusting inside her.

  She wanted more, but when he moved again, she felt a sting and her whole body tensed.

  His movements halted. “Dammit. Are you all right?”

  Needing a moment, she gripped his shoulders, digging her fingernails into his skin. “Don’t stop,” she said, her voice loud because the tension inside her was winding so tightly she could barely breathe. “Sergei!”

  He lunged his hips, working himself the rest of the way inside with three rapid thrusts. The feel of him, so foreign inside her, was also welcome, and helped her move past the panic gripping her that he’d stop, that he wouldn’t take care of the agony of pleasure she knew was there, just out of reach.

  “Wrap your legs around me, baby. Hold on tight.”

  She eased up her legs, locking them around his hips. Braced on one hand now, he reached beneath her and cupped her bottom, holding her hips still while he thrust with more force, every inch of this thick, hard cock tunneling inside her.

  The sensation was blissful, exhilarating. She couldn’t hold back her moans, and stopped trying when the angle of his strokes changed, and he was hitting her clitoris with every inward drive. Kara’s entire body shook, her breaths shattering apart, and then he came down on top of her, encircling her with his strong arms, holding her against his chest as his hips flexed and released, faster and faster.

  “It’s okay, baby, let go,” he whispered in her ear. “You’re there. I promise. I’ve got you.”

  And suddenly, she was flying, lights bursting behind her tightly shut eyelids, her body arching and a thin urgent cry scraping past her throat. Sergei held her, churning his hips all the while, stretching out the moment with his pistoning thrusts.

  She hadn’t known the moment could be more perfect until his body grew rigid, and his head flung back. The look on his face as he orgasmed filled her with quiet joy. She’d done that. He had wanted her. Neither had been able to resist their powerful attraction.

  Sergei slumped atop her, his head resting on the pillow beside hers.

  Biting her lower lip, Kara slid down her limp legs. His opened, clamping her thighs closed. She smiled because she knew he wanted to trap his cock inside her to enjoy the connection just a little while longer.

  At last, he raised his head and came up on his elbows, lifting the weight of his chest from hers. His hands cupped the sides of her face, a thumb rubbed across her bottom lip. “Are you all right?”

  “Never better,” she said, smiling.

  He bent and pressed his mouth against hers. “I should go.”

  “We both have to sleep…” she said, not wanting to sound too needy, but she didn’t want to let the warmth inside her go.

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nbsp; He sighed. “This changes things.”

  Inwardly, she agreed, but she figured their minds weren’t following the same track. “How?”

  “I should have kept some distance. Kept my objectivity. I’m no good to your safety if I’m thinking about being with you like this.”

  “Now that we’ve had sex, doesn’t it make it easier?”

  His eyebrows lowered. “Do you think that now I’ve fucked you I can be more objective?”

  She shrugged, surprised by the anger radiating from him. “I don’t know. I didn’t mean to insult you.”

  He closed his mouth and breathed deeply through his nose. Then his thighs opened around hers.

  Disappointed, she eased hers apart. His cock slid from inside her.

  Feeling empty, she waited while he rolled away, coming to sit beside her on the edge of the bed. “Look, I have some things to handle. I have to get this investigation under way. The sooner—”

  “The sooner you solve my problems, the sooner I can leave?” She didn’t mean to let him hear her bitterness, but she was feeling a little deflated. They’d just had blinding sex, and he was eager to leave when all she wanted was to lie inside his embrace and know that he cared, even for a little while. Had Sergei only been using her? Like her uncle had when he’d placed her to catch Lucio’s attention? Like Lucio who had only wanted her virginity?

  Sergei raked a hand through his hair. “I want this over, not because I want you gone. I want this over so we can have a chance to figure out what this is.” He waved a hand between them.

  Her heart sped up. And she knew he could likely read the hope welling up in her expression, but she was too spent to pretend this hadn’t been a huge thing for her. “I understand,” she whispered.

  “No, you don’t. At least not from where I’m sitting. But, baby, I need to make sure you’re safe.”

  She was getting tired of that refrain. “And you expect me to sit here waiting while you handle everything for me? Maybe I can help.”