Styx shifted her on his lap to allow one long-fingered hand to stroke over the bare skin of her thigh. "Sometimes one, sometimes the other, sometimes both."
Darcy had to swallow twice before she could speak. The heat in her stomach was spreading through her body at an alarming rate.
Not a bad thing, but it was making it increasingly difficult to think.
"And which am I?"
He pulled back to study her with pitch-black eyes. "Which do you want to be?"
She licked her lips as his hand moved toward the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. "I think I'm a hostage. One you intend to hand over to a pack of werewolves."
"Nothing has been decided yet."
She grimaced. "Well that's reassuring."
"Would you prefer that I lie to you?"
Darcy didn't know how she would have responded to the blunt question, and in the end it didn't matter.
Lowering his head, Styx captured her lips in a demanding kiss. At the same time, his clever fingers found the edge of her tiny underwear and slipped beneath.
Her h*ps gave a jerk upward as he parted her to discover the slick dampness within.
"God," she breathed in shock.
"Do you like that?" he whispered.
Her eyes fluttered closed as he pressed deep, his thumb easily discovering that magic spot of pleasure.
"Yes."
He groaned softly. "I can feel the beat of your heart. Taste it on my lips."
Darcy struggled to think. Struggled not to be swept beneath the dark, blissful tide.
It was all happening way too fast, but she couldn't seem to muster the will to stop the delicious onslaught.
Her hands slid beneath the soft sweater to at last discover if his skin was as smooth and perfect as she had imagined.
It was.
Like the finest of silk and it was cool as marble to the touch. She sighed softly as she explored the hard muscles that rippled beneath her fingers.
His groan came out as a low hiss, and with a sharp impatience he managed to jerk the T-shirt over her head and slip off her lacy bra.
"Angel." His mouth skimmed the curve of her small breast before tugging her hardened nipple between his lips.
Darcy's toes were curling as he gently tugged at her nipple while his finger stroked between her legs with a swift, heart-stopping pace.
Her hands slid along his rib cage to his broad back. She could spend hours just touching him, she realized. There was no fear that she might unwittingly hurt him, or reveal parts of herself that she had always kept hidden.
For the first time in her entire life, she was free of the restraints that had always bound her.
Glorying in the delicious sense of liberty, she arched her h*ps upward as the pleasure began to build to a point of no return.
"I need you. I need to taste you." Styx lifted his head, his dark eyes filled with a yearning that made Darcy's heart squeeze in the oddest manner. "Will you allow me?"
She shivered at his expression of stark hunger. There was something terribly thrilling in being desired with such force.