Goddess isles boxed set, p.93
Goddess Isles Boxed Set, page 93
God, please, please take me.
As the final clench of my release left me hanging in his arms, I sniffed back my tears with determination.
I had a man.
He might be oblivious to the hissing hunger between us, but I wasn’t.
I lived within it.
I was it.
I’ll show him.
Wrapping my fingers around his neck, I smeared my spent pleasure against his nape, and tugged at his thick dark hair. I rose in his arms and captured his earlobe with my mouth. “I need you to fuck me, Sully.”
“Goddammit.” He tripped again, his arms squeezing me tight. “Christ, you’re destroying me. Fight it!”
Fight it?
Impossible.
My tongue licked his ear and down his throat.
My teeth sank into his neck.
His chest heaved with breath. His arms spasmed.
I bit him harder, licking the feverish metallic salt from his skin.
My hand dove between us, finding his cock again.
Hard.
Rock hard and straining against its entrapment.
“Stop it!” he growled, breaking into a staggering run, making me jerk. My teeth sank deeper into his neck for purchase, and my hand wriggled farther into his underwear, finding the throbbing weight of his balls.
He stumbled.
We fell.
He collapsed to his knees, barely holding onto me as my feet hit the sand and every desire and wish and need rose to unbearable levels.
“Fuck me, Sully. I need it.” I scrambled from his embrace, straddling his lap and ripping at his boxers.
He grabbed my biceps as I angled his cock, attempting to spear him inside me.
“Eleanor!” He shook me, holding me upright, preventing me from sinking down. “We can’t do this. We don’t have the time.”
I cried again, beside myself with pain.
I needed him.
Couldn’t he see that?
Couldn’t he hear my crazy, chaotic heart?
Tears came again, possessive tears, jealous tears, rejected tears. “I need you.” I gawked at his cock. I licked my lips at the proud tip and angry veins. Something stabbed the centre of my chest as air turned to cyanide in my lungs.
Please.
Can’t you see...
I’m not well.
I’m dying.
I need you!
I tried to kiss him.
I fixated on his mouth.
Kiss me.
I’ll come from a kiss.
Please!
He shook me harder. “You will die if we stay here. I will die. We will all fucking die. Is that what you want?”
I tumbled into him, rubbing my head against the crook of his shoulder like a cat in heat. “I don’t care. I’ll die if you don’t fuck me.”
“You’re being dramatic. You won’t die.”
“I will!”
“You won’t!”
I tried to sink down again, snapping my teeth at his strength. “You did this to me. You created this.”
“You’re right. And that’s why I’ve decided to destroy every vial of that fucking elixir.” Shoving me away, he stood on shaky legs and bent to grab me. “It’s pure suicide.”
I lay back and spread my legs. I blatantly, indecently rubbed my clit. I gave him a show, revealing everything.
I begged and pleaded and cajoled. “Please, Sully. I...I...” My teeth pinched my bottom lip as a second orgasm got lost and went to my heart instead. It tingled and prickled, feeling like a thousand stinging needles.
Please!
I knew I needed to come, but I...I couldn’t...
Please!
“Goddamn you, Eleanor.” Sully dropped back to his knees. With one arm around my waist, he pulled me into him. A second later, his large hand cupped me, and three fingers thrust inside me.
I screamed.
I couldn’t help it.
His mouth clamped over mine, hiding my cries, silencing me with a vicious kiss. He wasn’t teasing or tame; he didn’t give me time to swell or enjoy the steady sinful build-up. He might not let me have him, but he fucked me with his hand, driving into me, making me bow into his control.
My mouth opened, and my belly spasmed as my second orgasm figured out where it belonged, racing to my core and splitting me in two.
His tongue plunged deep into my mouth, keeping time with his fingers, consuming me, wounding me, wringing every clench of my climax to the end.
The second I went from stiff with pleasure to lax with relief, he withdrew his fingers, pushed me away, and shoved painfully to his feet.
Bending down, he held out his hand. The same hand that’d just been inside me. Threads of desire glistened over his three fingers, thick and condemning, making me shiver with shame, then melt in carnal craving.
“Come. We need to go. Now. Before you suffer again.”
My hands ran over my breasts on their own accord, gasping as I squeezed hard. “I’m already suffering.”
“Fight it.” He grabbed my wrist and hauled me to my feet.
Rearranging his boxer-briefs, half of his massive cock straining out the top, he broke into a limping run. I tripped and ran beside him, my breasts bouncing, my hair wild, my lust trickling thickly down my inner thigh.
The friction of the sand on my feet.
The lick of air on my skin.
The raw violence emitting off Sully.
It was a complex cocktail full of desire and demented danger.
My heart once again couldn’t cope.
It skipped and pitter-pattered.
I folded in half as my core crippled me with need.
Sully never let me go, dragging me behind him like his captive. A captive who he had no intention of sleeping with even though she’d begged.
I tried to touch myself.
I tried to give in to the rapidly clawing new release, but his pace wouldn’t allow me. He kept going, ignoring my whimpers and cries, his erection staying trapped and unsatisfied against his stomach.
“Sully. I can’t!” I moaned as we broke onto the beach, leaving the pathway and its tunnel of jungle behind. “I can’t. I’m breaking—”
“You’re breaking me, Jinx.” He scooped me into his arms again, sending me into wanton drunkenness. “Fight it harder. Give me a little more time.” He struck off into a limping lurch, running for the sea.
Each jiggle.
Each smash of our skin.
It drove me insane.
My system was primed, my thoughts drowning in sex. I hadn’t reached the second stage of elixir yet, and shame did its best to stop me from being this rabid feral beast.
I didn’t want to be this unhinged creature.
I didn’t want my heart constantly threatening to cease.
Stop it!
Do what he says and fight!
But his skin was too hot. His smell too rich. His cock so close with temptation.
My lips found his throat again, making him stumble. I tried to get my hand between us, to fist his erection and break him into fucking me right here beneath the black velvet of a sky that would keep our sordid secrets.
I wanted to be spread-eagled as he feasted on me. I wanted to arch my back as he thrust into me. I wanted to be used, abused, taken, devoured.
I bit him hard enough to break his skin, tasting fresh blood mixed with old. I hurt him. I hurt him even though he’d been hurt so much before. And I would continue to hurt him until he gave in, until he filled me, took me—
“I can’t do this anymore!”
“You have no choice!” he snarled, leaving dry land behind with me clutched in his embrace.
Water splashed my back and ass as Sully left the shores of his invaded paradise and waded into the sea. He hissed with pain as saltwater lapped at his raw ankles, wounded leg, and every other cut and graze he’d earned in his battle with his brother.
I tried to put his welfare first.
I truly, truly did.
I attempted to be my usual rational self.
Fight it!
But the second I thought I had control over myself, I slipped. I fell. I didn’t care that his chest still stung with soreness. I didn’t care his fingertips had scabs from being pierced with nails. I didn’t care that his leg had been speared with an agonising harpoon.
All I cared about was his body in mine.
He’d survived all that.
He could survive giving me what I needed.
Sully groaned as water lapped over his waist, his pain vibrating over the sea.
A flash of worry came and went.
He was bleeding.
He was heading to open waters.
Sharks.
Sharp teeth.
Death.
Who cares?
You’ll die if you don’t come.
I gave up trying to beg and turned vicious instead.
Thrashing out of his arms, I squirmed until he let me go as deep water cradled me.
He grabbed my wrist. “Swim with me. The sooner we’re on Lebah, the sooner you’re safe.” Pushing off from the bottom, he struck into a powerful swim, keeping hold of me and dragging me beside him.
Water cascaded over my head as I sank, then broke the surface again. My hair streamed behind me, the ocean teased me, and the blistering need to orgasm made me so unbelievably selfish.
I climbed onto his back, twining my arms around his waist and finding his cock.
He choked and sank.
His hands shoved mine away, his feet kicking for the surface.
He tried to push me off him.
And I did the most unforgivable thing.
I wrapped both legs around his, ruining any chance of buoyancy, sinking us like a stone.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
FUCK EVERYTHING THAT WAS fucking holy.
She’s going to kill us.
Either on land or sea by sex or gun, she’d just signed our death warrants because how the hell was I supposed to save her when she didn’t want to be saved?
Drake would be occupied for hours. Jealousy had sacrificed herself in Eleanor’s place. I’d killed four of his guards, but who knew how many were left.
The fact we’d gotten this far was a goddamn miracle.
I ran on the dregs of energy.
Tritec-87 had granted me accelerated healing and strength, but not enough to fight a demented creature thirsting for sex.
Every muscle fought a battle of sickness and salvation. My body needed nutrition and stamina. My eyes needed more medicine and rest. And my peace of mind needed to get Jinx off this goddamn island before it was too late.
But no.
She had to be drugged and as high as a motherfucking kite with lust.
And it wasn’t her fault.
It was mine.
I took full responsibility for this rescue disaster.
But I still cursed her inability to fight it. Still hated that she’d fed me elixir and shown me what sort of agony she drowned in. That I’d experienced the shame, the pain, the unstoppable drive for sex first-hand.
Of course, she couldn’t fight it.
I hadn’t been able to.
No one on this planet could win against a drug carefully designed to hijack the mental and nervous system of its host.
My lungs burned as we fought beneath the surface. She was like a fucking octopus with her hungry tentacles and eager hands. She’d hate herself for this. This wasn’t her. She’d curse every heartbeat because she was the sweetest, most caring person I knew.
I forgave her delays and demands even while I cursed her.
But her actions would kill us...
And I couldn’t permit that to happen.
I couldn’t let her be her own worst enemy.
Her legs tangled tighter with mine as she tried to swim around me. I kicked for the surface, breaking the seal and dragging a sharp breath into my lungs just as her lips wrapped around my cock.
Holy shit—
She sucked.
Hard.
She willingly drowned herself by blowing me.
Goddammit!
Dipping beneath the surface again, I pushed her mouth away, wincing at the threat of her teeth. She gasped as I yanked her from the depths. Water poured over her head, her hair rippled with the blackness of the tide. Her grey gaze reflected starlight with a manic kind of misery.
She’d never looked more stunning or so sad.
My chest ached for her. My cock throbbed for her. I cupped her cheeks as tenderly as I could, and whispered, “Please, Eleanor. Give me an hour. Swim with me. Ignore it. The minute we get to Lebah, I’ll fuck the ever-living elixir out of you. You have my word—”
Wrong thing to say.
She pounced on me like a water nymph.
We both plummeted beneath the surface again as her legs wrapped around my waist. She became an anchor, a snare I couldn’t get free from. Her pussy rubbed enticingly against my cock, making my hips thrust instinctually.
My bad leg bellowed as I kicked toward the surface. I did my best to focus on survival while her only capacity was for sex. I grunted as she worked her way up, looping her arms over my shoulders and pressing her clit against my cock.
Christ, she was hot. Hot and bothered and miserable.
“Eleanor. Stop—” I spluttered with a mouthful of salt as she totally ignored me and clawed my shoulders with greedy hands.
“I can’t stop. I’m sorry. So sorry!” She arched her hips, seeking the tip of me, trying to angle us together to copulate.
I hated that I was hard.
That even though I fought with every part of me to get her to safety, I still wanted this mad woman.
“Jinx...stop—ah, fuck.”
I bucked.
I groaned.
I no longer had any worries in my head as she slid me deep inside her. My belly clenched as natural needs took over. I drove upward even though I had no purchase to push against. Just water around us and a reef beneath us and sharks most likely circling me for dinner as my blood once again rang the dinner gong.
The level of insanity that she’d become made me doubt we’d ever get free. But for a blissful, brutal moment, I gave in as she locked her legs around my waist and sank down my final inches.
She shuddered with desire amplified by a million percent. Her pussy fisted me as she came just from having me inside her.
“Yes. Oh, God, yes!”
Her inner muscles milked me. She came over and over. Her breath caught; her torture tangled with despair as she was consumed by ecstasy.
Ecstasy that could very well be our demise.
I held her up the best I could until the end of her climax. I fought the need to chase my own, focused on getting her to safety rather than indulging in something that could get us both killed.
Pushing her away, I winced as we disengaged.
She cried out, granting the salty sea her tears, adding drop by drop. “I’m sorry, Sully. I’m so sorry.” She dug both hands into her hair, yanking as if she could pull the elixir out by its root. “I’ll—I’ll fight it. I will. I’ll fight—” She moaned again as a rogue wave bashed us together, sending our legs sliding together with eddies. “Ah, God.”
She attacked me.
I wasn’t prepared.
She dragged me below the surface again, sinking us to the bottom where predators hunted.
Her feminine lubrication smeared over my leg as she rubbed herself against me. The moisture of desire so different to the moisture of the sea.
My own release snarled in my balls, making me a traitor to our escape.
As we sank, I fought her. I attempted to lock her hands together so she couldn’t touch me. I tried to keep her away with a foot planted in her belly. But she was like a siren who corrupted men. A medusa of the sea with tricks and triumphs, sinewing around me quicker than I could untangle her.
My lungs began to hurt.
My ruined, hazy eyes locked on the midnight sky far above us.
Eleanor jerked in the beginning of a suffocation death dance. Her body at the mercy of lust when all her vitals wanted was air.
She was me when I’d almost drowned in Nirvana.
Fuck.
She’d been the mermaid to save me. She’d brought me back to life. Damned if I’d fail her when given the same test.
Grabbing her throat, I squeezed until she clawed at my wrist rather than my cock. Keeping her locked at arm’s length, I kicked for the surface as fast as I could. She jolted again, her mouth spread wide as she tried to drink seawater.
The urge to do the same crippled me. The relief as we broke into air was immediate.
I inhaled gusts of fresh oxygen and she choked up salt, coughing and crying, her hair roped in seaweed coils over her face.
Not giving her time to recover, drained of all energy and unable to face her attack again, I turned back toward the shore.
I grabbed a handful of her hair, keeping her strewn behind me as I swam with the final effort I had left.
By the time my feet hit the shallows, she’d recovered from her brush with death and moaned for life again. She crawled up the beach on all fours, her ass high, and pussy swollen to be taken. I collapsed to my knees, cursing every fucking deity that’d given me this disaster.
She’d been there for me while I’d been in the height of my musk. Despite the danger and the imminent threat on both our lives, she currently suffered a curse she couldn’t wake from.
What sort of man was I to let her suffer any longer?
She’d suffered so fucking much at my hands already.
Almost as if she’d given up hope that I’d help her, she flopped onto her back and brought her knees up. Wedging her heels into the wet sand, she spread her legs and pressed her entire hand against her pussy.
Her eyes closed and spine bucked, and I couldn’t fucking do it any longer.
Crawling to her with blood gushing through my bandage and every part of me screaming for cures, I swatted her hand away and dropped to press my face against her.
I feasted.
The second my mouth latched onto her pussy, she turned into the sister of Hades. A goddess who wore the souls of men as her empress gown while that damn invisible crown of hers glinted with the gruesome remains of the hearts of her victims.
She dug her nails into my hair, dragging my face deeper between her legs. She thrust up, panting, hyperventilating as I speared my tongue deep, deep inside her.
