head, drawing one nipple into his fiery mouth. Hard. Nipping and sucking with raw hunger. The sensation was exquisite, and a low whimper escaped her throat as pleasure exploded inside her, shooting from her breasts to her groin.
Her fingers burrowed beneath his silky hair, pulling it free from the band and pressing his head roughly against her chest, and everything fled her mind but his hot, wet mouth on her breasts.
After long minutes, he pulled back, his eyes dark with passion. In one fluid movement, he picked her up and swung her beneath his body, his weight pressing her into the softness of the bed. A low growl rumbled in his chest as he attacked her other breast with uncontrolled need, with single-minded focus, with a desperation she’d never known.
Her blood roared in her ears, and she raised her hips, as he tugged the jumpsuit down to her thighs, then pulled off her boots, quickly followed by the rest of her clothes.
He ran a hand from her breast to the mound at the base of her belly, and then lower, slipping a finger between the folds of her sex to find her already hot and wet. He moistened the tip of his finger and flirted with the tight little nub at her core until her legs fell open for him. He withdrew, and she moaned. Ignoring the sound, hetraced a path down over her inner thigh.
“Did you know, you have a vein, right here,” he murmured.
“A vein?”
He rubbed his thumb over the spot. “Let me taste you, get to know you. I can tell a lot from a tiny sip of your blood.”
She went still at his words. Fear forced itself beyond the pleasure-induced haze fogging her brain. “What—what can you tell?”
He shrugged, casually tracing his finger up and down the vein. “How old you are, whether you’re a hybrid or even a clone.”
Panic flared.
“No, wait, I don’t—”
“Shh, it won’t hurt. You’ll like it, I promise.”
She scooted up the bed away from him. “We agreed—after the rescue.”
For a moment, she thought he’d force the issue and she braced herself to fight. Instead, he stroked his hand back up her thigh, dipped inside her, teasing lazy circles around her clit, never quite touching. She couldn’t help herself, she laid back, her hips rising, her thighs widening. “Oh God, that feels good.”
“This will feel even better.” He leaned down to stroke her with his tongue, hot wet velvet, and she exploded with pleasure. Her whole body arched off the bed. His hands tightened on her hips, his hard fingers biting into her flesh, and he held her in place while his clever mouth played her with lingering strokes of his tongue. When the tremors eased, he bit down lightly, and this time she threw back her head and screamed.
She must have blacked out. When she came around, he was crouched over her body, kissing her breasts, nuzzling her throat. Her limbs felt boneless; she never wanted to move again.
The sharpness of his fangs grazed her skin.
“No.” The word came out as a squeak.
“You don’t mean that,” he whispered against her skin.
“I do.” She cleared her throat. “Yes, I do.”
“You’ll enjoy it, I promise.”
Skylar did her best to ignore the husky cajoling tone of his voice, warm and intoxicating as the whiskey he’d given her earlier. Maybe she would enjoy it, but that was beside the point. If he’d told the truth, one taste of her blood and he’d know everything and the mission would be over. Her first mission in her new job—a total failure, and all her own stupid fault.
So much for staying in control.
She tried to concentrate, but it was impossible with Rico stroking her thighs and murmuring against her skin all the things he planned to do to her.
She had to get out of there, but she was no longer sure he would let her go. What did she really know of him? He was trying seduction right now, but that might change if she didn’t give him what he wanted, and she couldn’t risk him taking her blood by force. No, she needed a plan.
He nipped at the sensitive spot where her shoulder met her throat. “Relax, querida, and I promise you’ll soon be begging for more.”
No doubt she would, in fact the words hovered on her lips.
Think dammit.
Why the hell hadn’t they trained her to cope with situations like this back at the academy? Perhaps she’d suggest it if she got out of here in one piece—how