She Will Be My Goddess

a Thieves extra

Lexi Blake

She Will Be My Goddess

a Thieves extra

Lexi Blake

Copyright 2014 DLZ Entertainment, LLC

Edited by Chloe Vale

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She Will Be My Goddess

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She Will Be My Goddess

Thanks for joining me for this series of vignettes featuring the men of Thieves. We all know Zoey’s point of view, but I thought it would be fun to take key scenes from the series and rewrite them from the men’s point of view. I hope you enjoy seeing the series in a different light. I’m enjoying playing around with all of Z’s guys!

This is a scene from Steal the Light. It takes place at the end of the book after Zoey has resolved the problems with Lucas Halfer. Daniel has chosen to leave Zoey behind when he’s forced to go to Paris and she’s confused and alone. This scene is from Dev’s point of view. Devinshea knows he’s madly in love with Zoey, but he’s waited. He’s worried for weeks that she’ll choose Daniel and he’ll be alone again. In this scene, Zoey makes her choice and Dev’s fantasy comes alive….with one small missing piece….

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I stared down at the paperwork in front of me but I didn’t really see it. The numbers and words seemed to float around and then come back together in a way that seemed utterly meaningless to me.

I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Three weeks. It had been three weeks since that night I made my devil’s deal with Donovan and I was still sitting around halfway hoping I would have to make good on my end of the bargain. I knew it was stupid. Every day that ticked off meant Donovan was alive and that he would come back for her.

No way that didn’t happen. The minute that vampire was released from his prison in Paris, he would be right back here in Dallas because she was here. Zoey. His wife. His companion. His addiction.

The problem was she’d become my addiction, too. From the moment I’d seen her all those months ago, I’d wanted her. Now that I’d actually spent time with her, I couldn’t get her out of my head, couldn’t stop seeing her in my mind. I’m a freaking half sex god and I’d spent three goddamn weeks jerking my own dick because I couldn’t take another woman to bed.

And I couldn’t stop thinking about Donovan either. Fucker. He’d been so calm, so patient the last time I’d seen him. That anger that seemed to follow him around like a cloud had dissipated and I knew why. He’d taken her. He had her blood in his body and he was high and happy.

“I get it, man. I get that you want her, but she’s made her choice. She’s mine. My wife. My companion.”

“Does she know what that means?” I’d asked.

“It doesn’t matter. It’s done and I won’t go back. But I might need your help. Zoey might need you. I have a plan but if it all goes to hell, I need you to make it work. And I swear even if I die, if you hurt her, I’ll come back. I will find a way back. Let’s make a deal, you and I.”

My end of the deal being taking her to my mother’s sithein if Daniel’s plan went to Hell. I mean that literally. If Daniel had been taken to the Hell plane and forced to work for Lucas Halfer, then I was to take Zoey to Faeryland and I was never to come back. I had sealed the deal with an exchange of two million dollars. I’d been tied up at the time. I’d lain there for at least an hour after Zoey had been taken away. The faeries who had captured us had taken Sarah as well, but they’d left me behind.

Story of my fucking life.

So I’d sat and waited and finally lost hope of having to uphold my end of the deal. I’d pretty much known that first night. I’d talked to some vampires and apparently Donovan wasn’t immediately executed for his crimes, so it was fairly certain he didn’t need me to whisk the lovely Zoey away.

I still thought about it.

I thought about both of them and hated myself for doing it. They were one more thing I could never have. One more thing that would always be out of reach.

My eyes strayed to the computer screen. I’d turned on the video feed. What can I say? I like to watch. I pretty much like to do anything deviant when it comes to sex. God, I would loved to have done some really deviant things to Zoey.

The last couple of nights I’d caught some fairly good shows in the backrooms. Let me tell you something, there’s no porn film in the human world that can compare to watching a couple of shifters go at it. When they really get going, I swear they sort of half change in midstride. It’s freaky and I kind of like freaky. The righteous amount of porn found on the Earth plane is really one of the best reasons to be here. There’s nothing like it where I come from, but the lack of shifter videos is an oversight. So I had to resort to watching over my security cameras like a pervert. I’m okay with being a pervert.

One of my bouncers had been hooking up with two of the waitresses and they didn’t know about the other one. He’d barely missed getting caught and I’d been impressed with the fact that he’d managed to get it up so soon after he’d screwed the first one. He was a shifter—a lion, I believe. One of his lovers was a shifter and the other a witch. I was waiting for them to figure out what was going on so I could see a really great catfight. Maybe watching two women go at it hard would make me forget her.

I stared at the screen. It wasn’t like I didn’t know where she was. I’d hired a private detective to follow her and make sure she was safe. She’d gone back to her Fae godparents. I knew Halle and Ingrid. They were trolls who’d been kind to me when I’d left my sithein and come to the Earth plane. Zoey had been walking the bridges with them. She’d gone back to her apartment a couple of days before and I’d thought about going to see her. I could just knock on her door and say what? Hey, how’s your bloodsucking junkie husband? When’s he coming back to town? Because I would really like to have a little time to convince you that you should be with me instead.

Yeah, that would work out.

Nothing in the backrooms tonight. Just some idiot dwarf sneaking a smoke. I hit a key and flipped through the screens, looking for anything to watch so I didn’t go back to staring at numbers.

And then I saw her. She walked up the red carpet toward Albert. He was on line duty, deciding who could get in or got kept out of Ether. Albert was my butler and sometimes I was fairly certain he was the only creature on the plane who gave a damn what happened to me.

Zoey Wharton—I couldn’t think of her as Donovan, though in our world she was married to that bastard—strode up to Albert. I was glad I’d paid to have the cameras upgraded to color so I could see the red of her dress, the auburn color of her hair. I’d gotten my hands on her a couple of times and moved no further than a kiss, a touch.

I dreamed about her at night. I tried very hard not to think about the fact that when she showed up in my dreams, she wasn’t always alone.

She brushed back her hair, a nervous habit, and she stood a little straighter in her four-inch fuck-me heels. I could tell even in the monitor that they were cheap shoes. Pretty, but cheap. She deserved to be in Louboutin, Chanel, or Gucci. What can I say? I like shoes. Not in a transvestite way. I like to see a woman wearing stilettos because the very act of putting the fuckers on means she’s that much closer to being ready to wrap them around my neck.

Though now I can’t say “she” anymore since that describes a nameless female, and there’s only one female left in the world for me. Her. Zoey.

Even on the screen, I could tell she was flustered.

“Good evening.” I turned up the sound. It was hard to hear and I couldn’t see Albert’s mouth, so I had to listen carefully.

She smiled, her mouth turning up beautifully, and I felt the tug in my cock. When Zoey smiled, my whole world lit up. And then she shut down.

“How may I be of assistance tonight, Mrs. Donovan?” Albert asked politely.

Her head shook, that auburn hair caressing her skin. She was wearing a dress with a V-neck that showed off her spectacular rack, but all I could see in that instant were her eyes and they were sad. “I’m not Mrs. Donovan.”

“Whether you like it or not, Mrs. Donovan, you are wed by the laws that bind our world,” Albert said, and finally some sympathy crept into his tone. “If you walk into that club and find my master, things will take a natural course, and he will suffer. He will be committing a crime against your master. It is serious and not to be taken lightly…”

Shit. He was going to scare her away. I reached for the phone because that was not going to fucking happen. I understood what Al was doing. He was trying to protect me, but I didn’t want to be protected. Not from her. I wanted her here. I wanted her close.

Al touched the device in his ear.

“Let her up. Don’t argue with me. You send her up here without another question.”

I watched as Al nodded her way. “My master will see you now.”

She stopped for a second and stared, and for the merest moment I thought she would turn and walk away. My breath stuck in my chest. If she walked I would shut down the elevators and run down after her. I’d been as patient as I could be. I couldn’t let her go. Not when she was so damn close.

She turned and walked into the club.

Shit. I had maybe four minutes. Five because she wasn’t used to wearing heels. I booked it for my private bathroom and brushed my teeth because there was no fucking way I was meeting her when I’d just eaten a freaking cheesesteak. I’ll admit, one of the things I love about the Earth plane is the very meat and cheese based diet. Seriously, humans have no idea how good they have it. In Faery, there’s all this pressure to be twelve kinds of vegan and it sucks ass. Meat is good. It’s fucking awesome. But it does make a man’s breath unpalatable. I brushed my teeth as fast as I could and then I flossed because I did believe in dental hygiene. I was super optimistic and grabbed a condom out of the vanity. She might be walking up to tell me to fuck off, but I had to hope, right?

I practically ran back to my desk, shoving the condom in the drawer because I was determined to look cool. Cool. Calm. I wasn’t crazed. Nope. I was a businessman who didn’t crazily stalk the woman of my dreams. Not at all.

There was a knock on the door and I had to take a deep breath before I replied. “Come in.”

I was happy that I sounded half calm. The door to my office opened and she stepped inside. I pretended to be fascinated by work in front of me, but it was all I could do not to jump up and stand in front of her.

“Hello.” Her voice floated through the room, husky and rich, like a finely aged Scotch.

“Zoey.” I looked up from the paperwork and let my eyes drink her in. She was here. She was so fucking beautiful I could barely see straight. My cock had already reacted to her closeness. It was hard as hell and not going down anytime soon, but luckily she couldn’t see that. I tempered my tone and hoped my expression didn’t give away just how happy I was to see her. “I was glad to hear you found a way out of your contract.”

“Oh.” Her words came out on a little puff of breath and her mouth made a kind of flustered O that made me think of how sweet it would be to have those lips wrapped around my dick. “Who told you?”

“A couple of Eurovamps came into the club late that night. You’re quite the Daniel Webster, aren’t you? I was surprised you didn’t go to Paris with your husband.” I had heard the story of how she’d been clever and quick and saved herself and Daniel from Lucas Halfer’s trap. It didn’t surprise me. She was so fucking smart. Just another reason I wanted her so badly.

“He’s not…” Zoey started and then shut her mouth, a stubborn look coming over her face. She opened her purse and pulled out an envelope that looked nice and heavy. There was no way to mistake what was in that envelope. I knew what cash looked like. “Well, I just wanted to let you know I have your portion of the money. You did a good job. You deserve to get paid.”

She placed the cash on my desk.

Utter disgust ran through my veins as I looked at that fucking envelope. She’d come to pay me off? I hadn’t run that heist with her for the money. I didn’t need it. I’d given her some bullshit story about hating all faeries and wanting to get back at them, but it was a lie. I’d done it to be close to her. I’d done it because I would have done anything to have a chance to convince her we worked. This is what I got. She would walk off into the fucking sunset with her bloodsucking junkie husband and I got money I didn’t need. “I don’t want your money, Zoey.”

I wanted her love, her body, her soul, and I wasn’t going to get them.

She shrugged a little and picked the envelope back up, slipping it into her bag. I stared at her openly now. She was going to turn and walk away and I would likely never see her again. I took in the sight of her, from the top of her auburn head to her crimson painted toes. But mostly her breasts. I really wanted to touch those breasts.

God, I was going to miss her. The truth pierced through me. I was going to miss her the rest of my life.

“What was the second thing?”

I stopped, curious as to why she wasn’t going to simply turn and walk out the door. She’d done what she needed to do.

Unless…

Was she curious? Had she and Daniel really left it on good terms? Or did I still have a shot at this? Deep down, I knew what Zoey wanted. Zoey needed a lover who would take charge and I was more than willing to do it. She was a woman who was clever and quick and needed to be out of her head from time to time. She still ached with Daniel’s distance. She needed a lover who would put her first, who would take her and give to her. Who would lead her in pleasure and allow her freedom everywhere else.

I could do that. I just needed an in. I arched a brow, asking her silently to continue.

She bit her bottom lip, a sure sign that she was anxious. I needed to put my own misery aside and really see her. “Daniel was going to have you take me to the Faery mounds. But you said you would do the first but not the second. What was the second thing?”

If she didn’t know, then she hadn’t been talking to Daniel. Somehow I saw him calling her three times a day, telling her everything. He should have been telling her he loved her, but he wasn’t. No. Lucky fucking me. He was distancing. The bastard was still afraid and I could use that.

It occurred to me briefly that I could help them both. I understood Daniel’s fears. Deep at the core, I knew why Daniel was doing what he was doing and I didn’t hate him for it. He was worried he would be the death of the very person he loved. It wasn’t a silly fear. Zoey didn’t understand it. I could be a bridge between them. I could help them to reach out. They fought and yelled and then pulled away. They desperately needed a bridge. I could make myself important.

I set the thought aside because it was ridiculous. Daniel Donovan would rather kill me than be my friend, much less anything else.

But Zoey deserved an answer. “If I couldn’t make it to the sithein, I was to give you to someone named Marcus Vorenus. I believe he’s a vampire. Daniel’s playing fast and loose with vampire laws. He was hoping that because he was still alive, his ownership of you could transfer at his will. I’ve looked into it since then. I talked to someone who understands supernatural law. According to all Council rules, only a vampire can own a companion.”

I would never have turned her over to another vampire. I’d done my research. Vorenus was one of the oldest vampires in the world. He was an academic, so he would be reasonable and more likely to be kind to her than a warrior. Academics weren’t the crazed assholes most warriors could be. It didn’t matter. I would have died before I gave her up.

A far too bright smile crossed her face. “Well, all right, then. It was good to see you.”

Something was wrong. Zoey was an open book. Her every emotion played out over her face. She liked to think she was some kind of a tough bitch, but her soft, vulnerable center was almost always on display.

She was playing a game. Or she was hiding the real reason she came. Either way, I wanted the damn truth and I wasn’t going to let her go until I had it.

She started toward the door, but I wasn’t about to let her leave. I was up and out of my chair in a shot.

I reached out, grabbing her hand and forcing her to face me. Her mouth came open in the sweetest little O that went straight to my cock, and I realized there was only one way this ended and that was with her on her back and me proving I deserved to be inside her. But I had to break through her reserve first. She was hiding from me and I didn’t like it. “You didn’t come here tonight to pay me off, Zoey. Why are you here?”

She flushed to the prettiest pink, her eyes sliding off me and finding the floor. “I don’t know.”

She knew. She knew damn well what she wanted. Every cell in my body started to sing because I knew what she wanted, too. She fucking wanted me, but I was damn straight going to make her say it. This was my fantasy, my stupid dream. I wanted her. I wanted to be worthy of her. More than anything, I just wanted to feel close to her. “Yes, you do. You didn’t put on those fuck-me heels to pay me off.” I invaded her space. I wasn’t about to give her room to run. She’d come to me. She could be brave enough to tell me the truth. “Ask me, Zoey.”

She stared at me, biting into her full bottom lip. A long moment passed between us and I knew everything was about to change. She was scared, but I needed to make her tell me. I had to hear the words.

I leaned down, bringing my face close to hers so I could feel the heat of her body. Being so close to her lit me up, making me feel alive. Every time I came in contact with this woman, she made my breath quicken, my heart beat faster. “I need to know. Do you still love him?”

Her eyes finally found mine, and I saw the hesitation there. The answer was obviously a big old yes. She still loved Daniel, but something else was there, too. “I don’t know if it’s love anymore.”

So she was worried about the connection between vampire and companion. She didn’t trust it. It was a biological imperative, but so was the attraction between a man and a woman—or a sex god and the ultimate fucking alpha male. I wasn’t about to argue Daniel’s case. I had my own to worry about.

“So you want to experiment on me.” I leaned over and let my lips find her forehead. This wasn’t a battle I would win with words. She was at war with herself and I was just the bastard to use that to my advantage. She was vulnerable and I was in love. For the first freaking time in my miserable life, I was in love. I couldn’t let her go. Not when I was so certain I could be good for her. Daniel’s life was filled with danger. He was playing games that could get her killed, and he couldn’t watch after her during the day.

She needed us both.

God, I couldn’t think that way. I had to get that out of my head. It would never work so I should take what I could. She would leave me eventually. She would find her feet and go back to her husband. If I had any honor, I would send her home, but honor was nothing in the face of how much I loved her. I would take any time I had and I would die with a smile on my face when Daniel came home and ripped my throat out.

“I want to know if I can love someone else,” she said.

Could she? Could I make her love me? If I could do it through sheer willpower, she already would, but I had something else in my bag of tricks. I got close, so close I could feel her heat. “Then ask me, Zoey.”

The moment held like a balloon that had just been filled, and I was waiting to see if it would hold its shape or pop and explode in my face. Please. Please. Ask me. My cock was throbbing, angry and impatient with the situation.

She turned those green eyes up at me. “Dev, will you please make love to me?”

I couldn’t help but smile. I knew it wouldn’t last, but I would have this. I would have her even if it was only for a little while. I let my hands slide down her back, feeling the crackling energy between us. I’d felt it the moment I’d seen her. I’m part sex god. It’s in my DNA to know what a lover needs. But being with her was the first time I knew what I needed. I gripped that gorgeous ass of hers and pulled her close, letting my cock rub against her like a cat seeking affection. “Zoey, you know this is a bad idea, right?”

She sighed in a way that nearly had me panting. Her hands moved to my waist and I hated the fact that I had a shirt on. “I have those from time to time.”

I wasn’t sure why I said what I said next except that I needed to be sure. I needed for her to choose me or maybe he was just always there, always between us. “He’s going to come back, Zoey. He has a claim on you that I can never have.”

Her head shook. “I can’t live like that.”

The most delicious shiver went through her as I lifted her skirt. She couldn’t possibly know that I already loved her. I wasn’t about to tell her. I might never, but I would show her. I would worship every inch of her body. I would love her so long and so well that she would never be able to forget me. I kissed her, letting my tongue dominate her sweet mouth. She needed me to lead the way sexually. Zoey might be very aggressive when it came to business, and there was no question she could take care of herself, but when it came to this, she needed a strong man to take her out of her own head. I didn’t want her thinking about anything but me. My tongue slid along hers, velvet to the touch. Over and over I kissed her, my whole body coming to life with magic. I could feel it tingling. I was never the strongest Green Man, but when I was close to her, the magic bubbled beneath the surface.

She was my present and it was time to unwrap her. I undid the ties of her dress and my eyes went wide. She was so fucking beautiful. Her breasts were barely encased in her bra, the mounds curvy and sexy. She wasn’t a stick, my girl. She was a woman and her body called to me. I sighed as I finally touched her naked skin, tracing the curves of her breasts and taking in the sight of her nipples puckering against the fabric. “This won’t be a one-night stand for me, Zoey. I want to be with you. If you’re using me for a single night of sex, you should know it won’t work. I intend to make you want to stay with me, to crave me, to never leave me.”

“Dev, I want to try.” Those small hands of hers came out, tugging at the buttons on my shirt. “Not just for a night.”

If I had my way, it would never fucking end. I would take her to my bed and I wouldn’t let her out again. I had her bra off with a twist of my hand and her breasts bounced free. Beautiful. I cupped those breasts that had haunted my dreams and flicked at her pretty pink nipples. “That’s a good thing, baby, because once I get inside, I don’t think I’ll want to leave.”

I kissed her again. I couldn’t seem to stop. I leaned over and picked her up, striding to my desk. I wanted to take her there. It’s where I spent most of my time. I wanted to lay her out and fuck her, and every time I sat there I would see her, spread and waiting for me. I settled her on the desk and easily dispensed with that last piece of clothing that kept her from me. I slipped her panties off and shoved them in my drawer. Yeah, she wasn’t getting those back. What can I say? I’m a pervert and I’ll touch them and smell them and remember that I had her, that she wanted me at least this once.

I stared at her for a moment, memorizing every line and curve to her gorgeous form. She was soft and hot and everything I could want in a sexual partner. She was also smart and slightly crazy and so amazing. Everything I could want in a wife. My wife. My goddess. She was my goddess. She would likely never know it, but from this moment, my magic flowed from her and her alone.

Fuck, I loved her. Sex is sacred in my world, and I thought I knew what that word meant, but I hadn’t until the moment I looked down at Zoey Wharton and knew I would love her for the rest of my life. And she would likely never hear the words from my lips because she was in love with someone else and I was just a way station.

I ruthlessly shoved those thoughts out of my head. She was here and mine for now. I wasn’t going to ruin it by worrying about the future. We had the now, and I vowed to live moment by moment.

I dropped to my knees and placed her ankles on the edge of the desk. There it was. The sweetest fucking pussy in all of creation. Pretty and pink and coral and deliciously wet. I could already see her arousal, creamy and coating that labia I was about to get my mouth on. And the smell. So fucking hot. Tangy and musky. It was the smell of sex and it would linger.

“It’s a crime, you know.” I have to admit that part got me hot, too. She was forbidden fruit. The most succulent fruit of my life, and I wasn’t about to let a little law get in my way. I wasn’t a vampire. I wasn’t going to submit to Donovan. Not without a goddamn fight.

When I looked up, she was on her elbows looking back at me. I studied her, seeking anything that made me think she wasn’t happy. She just gave me a smile, a goddess-of-all-the-planes fucking smile. “Crime? What do you mean?”

I leaned over and finally did what I’d wanted to do from the moment I met her. I tasted her, running my tongue all over that soft pussy, gathering her juice and sucking it down like it was my only sustenance. She tasted like savory peaches on a hot day, the sweetness coating my tongue. I licked at her, sucking on her over and over again. “You’re married to a vampire. It’s a serious thing in our world.”

“I still don’t understand the crime part.” Her voice had gone deep and her body was barely contained. I could feel her desire. It poured out of her like a wave rolling over me, heightening my own lust. My magic was there, warm and real and stronger than before. I doubted she could feel it. I wasn’t a full Green Man, but it would still make her orgasm stronger than ever before. It could still bind her to me.

I finally made my way to the pearly button of her clit. That little piece of heaven was begging for attention. It poked sweetly out of its hood and I couldn’t wait. I dragged my tongue across it and then sucked the little jewel between my teeth. How many games could I teach my girl to play? How many dirty, glorious lust games could we play before our time was up? I could see her tied up and waiting my pleasure. She would rule my life outside the bedroom, but she would be mine inside it and I would be the boss there.

I loved the way she moaned under my tongue, but I also wanted her to understand a few things. Donovan kept her in the dark, and I wanted to be the one she turned to when she had questions. “I assure you the Council will see it as a crime. And I don’t care. I’ll risk it to be with you. I’m crazy about you, Zoey. I’ve worked for years building these businesses but now all I want is to be inside you, baby.”

She shivered and shook as I licked her again. “What does it mean? The law thing?”

I shoved my nose right in her pussy. God, I couldn’t get enough of her. “It means Daniel has the right to kill me.”

Her whole body stiffened, and she started to come off the desk. “What?”

No way was that happening. We weren’t stopping now for a lecture, and it was time to gently begin herding her to the relationship I wanted. We were fucking so I was in charge. I stood and held her down, giving her the weight of my body, letting her know I could physically top her. But I made my words sweet because while I was in charge, she was still my goddess. “Stop. You’re mine until the minute you tell me you’re not. I’ll handle the fallout. Baby, I want you so bad. I’ll risk anything. I don’t care what their rules are. We can make our own.”

“Yes, Dev.” There were tears in her eyes, but they weren’t sad or scared tears. I made her happy. I’d fucking made her happy and my whole soul swelled at the thought.

“I like the sound of that. You keep that up. Yes, Dev.” It was time. I couldn’t wait a second longer. I unbuckled my pants and freed my cock. I grabbed the condom I’d stashed in my desk, but I could take long enough to feel her hand on me. “Touch me.”

The way she stared at my cock really did something for the old ego. Her mouth dropped slightly open and her tongue swiped across her lips. I could see a nice long oral session in our immediate future. I would lie on my back and place her on top of me, her pussy at my mouth. I would lick and suck and love her while she ate up my dick. Yes, that would happen, but not yet.

She took a deep breath and then it was my turn to try to breathe because her hand enveloped my cock and the heat of it made my eyes roll in the back of my head. She was tentative at first, like her fingers were whispering over my dick, but it wasn’t long before she gripped me the way I liked it. Hard. I couldn’t help but pump my hips, driving my cock further against her hand. I pumped again and once more because it felt so damn good. But I couldn’t last. She did that to me. I can last forever. I can fuck for hours at a time, but she utterly unmanned me. I had to shake my head. “Stop, baby. I don’t want to come in your hand.”

She gave me one last stroke before she laid back and sent me that sweetly seductive smile that somehow managed to go to both my cock and my heart.

Somehow I managed to get the condom on, though for a minute I kind of wished I hadn’t been prepared. If I got her pregnant, she couldn’t leave me. It was the one thing I could give her that Donovan couldn’t. But I loved her and I couldn’t do that to her or the child. I wanted my child to be loved, to be welcomed with open arms as I wasn’t.

I took my place at her core and her legs wound around me, welcoming me inside. I gripped my cock and placed it at her pussy, wetting it in her juice before starting to penetrate her. Tight. She was so tight and hot. She felt like heaven and I had to distract myself or I would have come then and there. As I thrust in little passes, I played with those breasts, cupping them and letting the softness of her skin roll through my senses. That tight little cunt pulsed around my dick as I gained territory. She was small, but she could take me. She could take all of me. I just had to get her hot, hotter than she’d ever been. I let my instincts lead me. I rolled her nipple between my thumb and forefinger and squeezed tight.

She gasped and I felt her contract around me. Her eyes dilated. Yes, that worked for her. She liked me in control and she liked a little bite of pain when she trusted the man she was with. I could play all sorts of games with her. I could take her places she’d never been.

One more thrust and I was balls deep. I was so deep inside her and that was exactly where I wanted to be. No space between us, one flowing into the other. This was sex, but it was also communion. Beyond pleasure, this was a meeting of bodies and souls and it meant everything to me. I held myself hard against her so I couldn’t tell where I ended and she began. If I could stay like this forever, yeah, that would be a good way to live.

But my body took over, lust wanting to have its way, too. I pulled out, her flesh sliding along mine, holding me tight. It was a sweet fight to get in and out of her pussy. I pulled myself almost all the way out and then thrust in again. I was gentle at first, but she wrapped herself around me and thrust back. She wasn’t going to passively lie there. Not my girl. I gave her what we both needed. I picked up the pace, finding that rhythm that had us both panting. My world narrowed to her and the heat that built in my body. I was going to come. I could feel it rising like a wave. It shivered along my spine and made my balls draw up close to my body.

I never let up. I fucked her hard, watching her breasts bounce. Goddess, I loved that. I loved the way her tits moved, the way her eyes found mine. We were the only people in the world, the only ones who mattered. I found her clit and ran my thumb forcibly over it.

Her whole body seemed to light up. Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth to call out my name. Dev. Dev. Dev.

My name. She was shouting for me and it sent me right over the edge. My cock swelled and skin sizzled as the come began to pulse from my body. Blessed relief. Sweet satisfaction. Everything good you can say about a sexual experience paled in comparison to those few moments of pure pleasure I found in her body.

I fell on her, my chest crushing those beautiful tits. I didn’t pull out. I wanted to stay inside as long as I could. Hell, my cock was already starting to twitch in anticipation of round two. Sometimes it’s really fucking good to be part sex god. I kissed her, a bit of softness after our sensual storm. She had every right to know the truth. A bit of it, at least. “I’m crazy about you, Zoey.”

She sighed in a way that let me know she was happy. Her hazel eyes were sleepy with satisfaction. “Back at you.”

She was mine. For now. I intended to make every second I had with her count. “And don’t think I’m done with you. I’m going to take my time now.”

I kissed her again, noting that the ivy I’d placed on my bookshelf had exploded, covering much of the space with shiny green leaves.

I kicked off my shoes because I hadn’t bothered to before. It felt right to be naked with her and yet I knew we were missing something.

Someone.

Fuck. I didn’t want that. I didn’t. If I told myself that enough, maybe I could make myself believe.

I picked her up, holding her in my arms. I took her to the private elevator that led to the penthouse, not bothering with clothes. We wouldn’t need them.

As the doors closed, I prayed I could make this work. I prayed I could keep her.

About Lexi Blake

Lexi Blake lives in North Texas with her husband, three kids, and the laziest rescue dog in the world. She began writing at a young age, concentrating on plays and journalism. It wasn’t until she started writing romance that she found success. She likes to find humor in the strangest places. Lexi believes in happy endings no matter how odd the couple, threesome or foursome may seem. She also writes contemporary Western ménage as Sophie Oak.

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EROTIC ROMANCE

Masters And Mercenaries

The Dom Who Loved Me

The Men With The Golden Cuffs

A Dom Is Forever

On Her Master’s Secret Service

Sanctum: A Masters and Mercenaries Novella

Love and Let Die

Unconditional: A Masters and Mercenaries Novella

Dungeon Royale

Dungeon Games: A Masters and Mercenaries Novella

A View to a Thrill, Coming August 19, 2014

Masters Of Ménage (by Shayla Black and Lexi Blake)

Their Virgin Captive

Their Virgin’s Secret

Their Virgin Concubine

Their Virgin Princess

Their Virgin Hostage

Their Virgin Secretary

CONTEMPORARY WESTERN ROMANCE

Wild Western Nights

Leaving Camelot, Coming Soon

URBAN FANTASY

Thieves

Steal the Light

Steal the Day

Steal the Moon

Steal the Sun

Steal the Night

Ripper, Coming January 20, 2015

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