He groaned deep in his chest.
“. . . and there’s not a darned thing you can do about it. I have to say, I really enjoy having you spread out before me like this. Let’s see, are you ticklish here?”
“Dammit, woman, you are deliberately baiting me!”
“Mmm.” I looked up from where I was nipping gently at his inner thighs. “Isn’t it wonderful?”
“Yes, but that’s beside the point. Cease your teasing.”
“Or what?” I asked sweetly, gently squeezing his testicles. “Oh, didn’t I mention that Sally said those ropes are magic? You can’t break them, you can’t slip your hands out, and you can’t untie them from the bed. In other words, my sexy vampire, you are well and truly bound until such time as I want you free.”
“Is that so?” I couldn’t see them beneath the scarf, but I knew his eyes were filled with heat and passion and hunger, promising retribution for both my tone and actions. I allowed my grin to grow before dipping my head and taking him into my mouth.
He swore in Latin, his hips thrusting upward as I tasted, and swirled, and generally drove us both close to the breaking point.
“Yes,” I said somewhat breathlessly a short time later, admittedly smirking to myself.
He whipped the scarf off to give me a heated look that came close to making my blood boil . . . until I realized just what that meant.
“Hey—” I started to say, but suddenly, I was on my belly at the bottom of the bed, Alec hard and hot behind me, the scarf twisted around underneath me. Alec used it to pull my hips up, parting my legs with his knees as he bent over me. “Alec! How did you get out of the magic ropes?”
“They weren’t magic, mi corazón.”
“Damn that Sally! She lied to me!”
“I’m sure she would think of it simply as being naughty,” he said, kissing a path from my spine over to one hip before giving in to the hunger that threatened to swamp us both. Pain flared for a fraction of a second before melting into the most exquisite pleasure as he drank, my body aching with need for him.
“God shouldn’t . . . oh Mother Mary, that is so good.... God shouldn’t lie.”
Alec’s tongue swiped across the spot he’d been drinking from before he pulled my hips up with the scarf. “Now we shall see who is the one in power, and who is helpless.”
“What are you doing? ” I asked, every atom of my body quivering with anticipation and desire. “Are we doing it doggy-style?”
“You wanted bondage. Now you shall have it,” he said, pulling up on the scarf as he thrust inside my body.
I had been about to protest that I had never done bondage, even bondage light, as I suspected this would be classified, but the sensation of the scarf pulling up on my pubic bone as he entered me was enough to push everything from my mind but that of the rapture he was giving me just by flexing his hips.
What’s that, Corazon? Not going to protest that you are now my helpless captive?
I moaned in his mind as he slackened the scarf when he withdrew before pulling me upward again as he stroked back in.
Not going to deny that you can’t escape my touch?
The angle was different than if I’d just been on my hands and knees, allowing him to plunge into depths that had not been reached before, waves of pleasure rippling outward with increasing intensity.
Not even going to demand I stop dominating you?
Oh, god, no! For the love of all that’s holy, dominate me some more!
My approaching orgasm mingled with his sensations, tangling together until we were both poised on the brink.
Corazon?
Nnrng?
I love you, he said as he jerked upward on the scarf, sliding deeper and harder into me than he had before, his mouth hot on my shoulder as he bit.
It was too much for me, far too much. The orgasm, the sense of profound satisfaction he felt when drinking from me, and the knowledge that his love would burn eternally was all just too much. My body and soul seemed to explode simultaneously in rapture, a bright supernova of love and ecstasy that shone so brightly, I was surprised it didn’t consume us both.
When I stopped being a brilliant, glittering ball of orgasmic wonder, I found myself lying panting on Alec’s still-heaving chest, his arms holding tight to me.
I lifted my head. He opened one eye and rolled it down to meet my gaze. “Still think I haven’t healed?”
“Oh, you’ve healed,” I said, gasping for breath. “You’re definitely cleared for duty. Jesus wept, Alec! That was . . . hoo! I’m totally a go on bondage from here on out. Do you think Sally will notice if we run out with the rope and scarf? Because frankly, I would give her just about anything to keep them.”
He laughed and hugged me despite the fact that he was also struggling to catch his breath. Ah, my heart, what would I do without you?
“Luckily, my studmuffin extraordinaire—really, where did you learn to do that thing with the scarf?—you won’t have to find out. Although I suppose we should get moving soon. Sally never did say where she sent the vampires, and Eleanor, not to mention Brother Ailwin, although I doubt if he cares about us anymore now that Bael is gone. But still, we should be moving on just in case people show up to nab you.”
Alec closed his eye again. “Women. I’ll never understand how they can talk after sex. I need sleep.”
“Don’t be silly, you’re immortal,” I said, pulling up the sheet and snuggling into him nonetheless.
“Immortal doesn’t mean we don’t need sleep. And stop worrying, Cora; I won’t allow anyone to interfere with us any longer.”
“Oh really? What do you plan on doing?” I looked up when he didn’t answer, but he was telling the truth—he really did need sleep. His face was relaxed as I felt him drift off on a cloud of sated male satisfaction. I spent a long, long time holding him, wondering how we were going to untangle all the threads that seemed to weave around us into a knot. Uppermost in my mind were the vampires and their council who were still obviously intent on punishing Alec, but also niggling at the back of my mind was a concern that we weren’t through seeing Eleanor. And then there was the lichmaster de Marco; he seemed to be overly interested in vampires. I made a mental note to ask Alec about it later. Last on my list was Brother Ailwin—would he decide to get revenge against us, or would he give up now that I couldn’t be used?
I fell asleep worrying about it all, secure, at least, in the knowledge that Alec returned my love. If nothing else, that made the world seem infinitely more wonderful.
It was night again when I woke up to find the bed empty, and Alec gone.
“What do you mean, he left?” I asked ten minutes later, catching myself wanting to yell at Sally. She might not be God, but she was awfully close to that. More importantly, I had a feeling if I gave in to my frustration and vented my spleen upon her, she’d just get “naughty” again with me. “Left for where?”
She started to give me one of her smiles that I knew prefaced some outrageous comment or other, but with a glance at Terrin, who was glaring at a laptop as he punched angrily at the keys, she sighed and shook her head. “You make it too easy, you really do, sugar. You take all the fun out of it. And much though I should like tormenting you just a bit, just a tiny little smidgen, you know, to keep my hand in should I ever get the chance to be a demon lord again, even though I’d like to indulge in a bit of teasing, I won’t.”