Shadow Thief - Eva Chase Page 0,19

with the graze of his teeth, he tugged my pants off me. One hand came back so he could work over both breasts at the same time to even greater effect, and the other drifted across my panties with a caress so light I couldn’t stop my hips from arching up in a plea for more.

“Patience,” Ruse drawled, the vibration of his voice bringing my nipple to an even stiffer peak. I clung to his hair. As he stretched out his torturously pleasurable attentions to my chest, I emitted all kinds of sounds I’d never have thought any man could drive me to produce. But this wasn’t a man, not really.

Right then, I’d have said give me a shadowkind lover over a mortal one any day.

Just as I reached the verge of begging, the incubus eased even farther down my body, and I realized what he’d meant about this encounter being all about me. He hooked his fingers around my panties to drag them down, and then his breath was tingling deliciously over my core. Every inch of me quivered in anticipation. I barely held myself back from yanking his face to me.

He didn’t extend the blissful torment too long. The tip of his tongue flicked over my clit at just the right angle. My hips jerked, and he held them while he brought his whole mouth down on me.

Lips and tongue and just the right hint of teeth, from that sensitive bud to my slit and back up again. The wave of pleasure that rolled through me shook a deeper moan from my lungs. Just like that, I was a goner. My head arched back, my eyes rolled up. I’d swear I saw shooting stars as I came.

Ruse wasn’t done with me, though. He chuckled against my sex and lapped his tongue over me. I shuddered and whimpered, clutching his horns again, and he penetrated me with a skillful swipe. The ripples of the orgasmic aftershock swelled into a renewed surge, rushing through me higher and faster as he brought his hand to bear too. The pleasure built with each thrust of his fingers and press of his lips until I was bucking to meet him with abandon.

The second wave of release raced through me from toes to head and then crashed with a shower of ecstasy. I cried out with it, just shy of sobbing. I didn’t know whether I deserved this bliss or whether I’d ruined myself for any regular man after this, but in that moment, I wouldn’t have traded the experience for a million dollars.

Ruse lifted himself up over me. The flush in his cheeks and the satisfied gleam in his eyes told me he’d achieved everything he’d been looking for out of the encounter even if he hadn’t gotten off. He leaned in to give me one last kiss on the cheek.

“That was perfect. I won’t keep you from your dinner. Adieu, until tomorrow’s adventures.”

He stroked his fingers down my side in a final caress, pulled his shirt back on, and left with a soft click of the door closing behind him. My gaze lingered there for a moment longer.

Who would have thought? When all this was over, I might actually miss one of these intruders, just a little.

7

Sorsha

Even at midday with the summer sun beaming, we only passed a couple of dog walkers on the narrow path the trio led me down through the city’s largest park. By the time Thorn came to a stop, we were completely alone in a denser stretch of trees. No sound reached us except the chirping of birds.

He motioned to where the path veered down a sharp slope ahead of us and passed beneath a broad concrete bridge. A vine clung to the rough cement surface. The drape of its leaves darkened the passage’s opening even more.

“Welcome to the jungle,” I muttered to myself. Despite the brightness of the day, this spot felt almost gloomy. “Is there a troll we should be paying a toll to?”

Ruse chuckled, but Thorn only frowned at me. “No trolls. Only enemy mortals, at least on certain occasions.”

The guy had no sense of monster humor. I glanced around. “This is where the hunters—or whoever they were—grabbed your guy?”

He nodded, pressing one hand against the other palm. To cover his unusual knuckles while we were out where mortals not in the know could see him, he’d pulled on a pair of fingerless leather gloves, the same fawn-brown as his skin and thin enough