Page 39 of The Demigod Complex
Not if he had anything to say about it.
Chapter Fourteen
The ring of her cell phone dragged Leia out of a deep sleep—one induced by multiple bouts of sex and orgasms. She still couldn’t wrap her mind around the situation, but she was still going with it.
After attending a business meeting for Castor to negotiate pricing on a private plane for the new combined pack, and then going to a mating event that evening—a barbeque held in Rocky Mountain National Park where the pheromones returned to whip the attendees into a frenzy—they’d returned to the hotel and spent most of the night wrapped in each other. Pleasure upon pleasure. And in between, he’d held her, unable to stop touching, as they talked. About nothing. About everything.
Somehow, they’d managed to get to the plane. Leia had sat in her usual spot, a different row than Castor, only to have him get up and move to the seat beside hers. He hadn’t said anything, merely given her a reproving look. Then he’d proceeded to whisper dirty words in her ear about exactly what he wanted to do to her body but refused to touch her. As punishments went, it had been torturous. By the end of the flight, she’d been squirming in her need and her panties soaked.
He’d taken them back to his house. The second they were inside, he’d put into action every one of those intentions.
She’d been to his house before, even inside his bedroom. She liked it. Unlike the modern furnishing in his offices and many of his planes, Castor had decorated his house more traditionally—lots of dark woods and masculine colors. In particular, she loved his king-sized bed with its massive wooden four-poster frame.
With a groan, she leaned over the side of the bed and fished around in her purse for her phone. “Hello.” Her voice came out as a sleepy rasp. She cleared her throat.
“Leia, it’s Delilah.”
“Oh. Hi, Delilah.” She glanced over at Castor, who stiffened beside her. They had yet to hear anything about Kaios or the warlock. “What can I do for you?”
“Is this a bad time? I wanted to discuss what to do with the warlock. I should have him in hand shortly.”
Leia glanced at the clock and winced. Of course, Delilah would expect them to be in the office now. She sat up and the dark blue satiny sheet fell into her lap. Castor’s gaze tracked the sheet, then lingered, firing her blood. But she needed to concentrate, so she gathered it up to cover her naked breasts. “I’m running a little behind today.”
Castor tugged at the sheet. She made a face and shook her head at him. He laughed silently back at her but released it. “Um. Tala and Marrok should be included in the discussion. Let me call you from the office? Say an hour from now?”
“That’s fine.”
Leia hung up and dropped the phone back in her purse. “We need to get going.”
Before she could roll off the bed, he moved with that crazy speed again and had her pinned beneath him, sheets gone, and evidence of his not-yet-waning desire obvious between them. “Nope.”
“We’re already late.” Her protest was weak, even to her ears, as a familiar need fizzed through her veins, setting her nerves alight.
He smoothed his hand down her side from breast to hip to thigh. With a tug, he wrapped her leg around his waist. She shuddered as he repeated the action on the other side.
Then, with one slow stroke, he entered her. Leia tossed her head back, arching to take him deeper.
“Eyes on me.” The demand was one she’d heard frequently from him this weekend. Castor wanted to watch her face, her expression, as he brought her to the pinnacle of pleasure and over into the abyss. The intimacy of making love while staring deeply into his eyes, and he into hers, snagged at her heart every time, filling her with love until she was bursting with it. Though she’d managed to keep that to herself.
He took his time now, each move deliberately slow. She could feel every inch of him, and the pleasure built inside her.
“Please…” she begged.
“Please what?” His low tone, darkened with need, made her shiver.
“I need you.”
“You have me.” He plunged in deep.
Her stomach contracted at his words. She did have him. For now. She wouldn’t let herself wish for—
“More.” She groaned the word as the tingling warning of her impending orgasm started in her middle and spread outward.
“You have all of me.”
Those words sent her tumbling into dark pleasure. Wave after wave surged through her and she cried out her fulfillment. She couldn’t pull her gaze away from the intensity in his. A declaration of love trembled on her lips. Instead she pulled him closer and pressed her lips to his, pouring her emotions into the kiss.
You have all of me.Seductive words. He meant those words. By the gods she wished he’d meant them the way she wanted.
