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  The sound that came from Cass’s throat made my sex tighten and moisten. My panties were already wet and clinging and bothering the hell out of me. I wanted them off. I wanted to be naked, wanted him to—

  No. I shouldn’t, couldn’t wish for that. I paused and took a deep breath, feeling the power inside me begin to build. I couldn’t let it get away from me, that dark inheritance from my mother. Couldn’t let it taint this moment. I’d fought against it, submerged it for so long and I refused to let it screw with my head now.

  Instead, I concentrated on making Cass groan again. Since he still hadn’t moved, I started taking off his clothes, hoping he’d go along with the program and follow my lead.

  Sliding my hands to the lapels of his jacket, I pushed it off his shoulders. After a few seconds, he dropped his hands from my waist so the jacket could fall onto the couch behind him. I pulled back and gave him a little smile, a reward for a job well done, then went to work on his shirt and tie. The tie put up minimal resistance, but the shirt’s buttonholes were more of a challenge. They were too small for the buttons, or so they seemed in my haste to get my first look at Cass’s hard chest.

  I fumbled with them for a solid minute, listening to Cass’s breathing get deeper when I finally reached the last one before the shirt disappeared into the waistband of his pants.

  I flashed him another look—this one a question. He didn’t speak. Instead he leaned back so I could grab the shirt in my hands, pull out the front tails and finish the job. The two remaining buttons gave up without a fight, leaving my hands so close to the bulge in his pants I couldn’t resist a quick caress.

  I slid one hand between his thighs to cup his balls. God, the man was hung! My sex clenched in anticipation. Lifting my gaze, I watched him draw in a ragged breath and his lids flutter down.

  The forced blankness melted away from his expression, replaced by pure lust.

  “Fuck, Sara—”

  Releasing his balls, I slid my hand up the shaft, molding my fingers around the iron-hard length. The agonized sound that rumbled from his throat made my smile widen.

  “Do you like that, Cass?”

  His lids flickered a few times before rising to allow a glimpse of those glittering dark eyes. “I’d like it better without the pants… Unzip them. Now,” he commanded.

  Oh wow. The shift in sexual power was nearly palpable. My mouth dried, and it was my turn to draw in a ragged breath. How did he do that with only three words?

  I wasn’t used to taking orders. My position and family connection at work demanded complete obedience from everyone in my division. I’d cultivated my reputation as a cold hard bitch for the very purpose of keeping some control over the male-dominated office.

  Right now, I was willing to give up all control and do whatever he wanted.

  I’d already released his belt buckle and the button on his pants by the time I took notice. One hand poised at his zipper, I stopped, took a deep breath then pulled it down.

  The stark white of Cass’s underwear shone like a beacon against his black pants. The rigid ridge beneath pulsed as I stared.

  Cass shifted, shimmying out of his shirt and pulling his t-shirt over his head. My gaze slid upward to take in the flesh he’d bared for me.

  Beautiful. The guy was absolutely beautiful.

  I ran my fingers over his washboard abs, as if playing a piano. Dark hair lightly covered his strong broad chest, not obscuring his dusky pink nipples. With my thumbs and forefingers, I captured each one and tweaked the hard nubs.

  “Put your mouth on me again, Sara. Right there,” Cass demanded.

  I obeyed without hesitation. It was exactly what I’d planned to do. Still, his commanding tone lashed through my like adrenaline and I sunk my teeth into one nipple before laving it with my tongue.

  He jolted beneath me, releasing the stranglehold he’d kept on myself. As I continued to torment his nipples with my tongue, his right hand lifted to the zipper on my dress.

  The rasp as it descended was music to my ears. A slight breeze hit my sensitized skin before Cass slid his hand into the opening. Just the feel of his skin on hers made it impossible for me to maintain my concentration.

  With the zipper undone, the top of my strapless dress fell away, leaving my upper body exposed. I drew in a breath, waiting for him to do something, say something.

  He just sat there and stared, making me wonder what he thought. My dress had been too tight to give any false impressions about my body. What did he—

  “I’m going to devour you.” His voice had dropped to a low, rough rumble. “Starting here,” he lifted one hand to cup my left breast, “and ending here.” His other hand lifted the skirt of my dress and cupped my mound, his fingers pressing against my wet sex through my barely-there thong.

  He pushed the heel of his hand against my clit, making pleasure shoot through my veins like molten lava. I moaned as my body responded, stiffening and growing limp at the same time. My head fell back and my hands reached for his shoulders to hold myself upright.

  “Look at me, Sara.” Cass rubbed his thumb over one sensitive nipple, cranking the ache in my lower body up another notch. “I want to see your eyes when I make you come.”

  God, the man’s voice was an aphrodisiac all on its own. I let it roll through me like a shot of straight whiskey until he squeezed my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, hard enough to make my gasp but not hard enough to hurt. My head shot up and I looked straight into his eyes.

  “Sara, kiss me,” he ordered.

  I loved the way he said my name. It felt like a midnight breeze on a hot July night. I loved the feel of his hand pressing on my mound and wanted him to rip off my underwear so he could touch my skin and sink his fingers inside me.

  As if he’d read my mind, he curled his fingers in the thin string holding my thong together and snapped it. He drew the ruined bit of silk off my legs before placing his hand on me again.

  “Cass, please—” I pleaded.

  He rotated his hand on my pussy slightly until one finger slipped between my lower lips, but not yet inside me. My groan echoed throughout the open room.

  “I want you to beg, baby. But not yet. Kiss me now.”

  Clasping my hands around his neck, I leaned forward and sealed my mouth over his. As his fingers slid against the slick skin of my pussy, I slid my tongue into his mouth. I licked at his teeth then at his tongue, darting in and out, mimicking the motion I wanted his fingers to use.

  He rewarded me for obeying by slipping one finger into my sex. My muscles immediately clenched around him, momentarily satisfied by the firm presence. But, within seconds, it wasn’t enough, and my hips began to pump. He allowed me to ride his finger while he played with my breasts.

  I was close to climax already. I needed to come. As if reading my mind again, he slid another finger inside me. The added friction and the extra pressure he applied to my clit with the heel of his hand sent me over the edge.

  My sex contracted, sending an almost painful burst of pleasure through my body. It left me a little stunned, a little embarrassed and a whole lot addicted to one enigma named Cass.

  Chapter Three

  Cass

  I very nearly came in my pants as I watched Sara ride out her pleasure on my fingers.

  It’d only taken minutes. She was so fucking responsive, so fucking hot. It took every bit of my control not to make their clothes disappear.

  I wanted her on my bed, naked, preferably with my mouth between her legs, making her come again before I climbed up her body, slid my cock into her and pumped until I couldn’t move anymore. When that happened, I’d roll over and let her take the reins for a while.

  But it looked as if I’d have to accomplish this the human way, since I didn’t want her to know what exactly I was. Not yet.

  While she still convulsed around my fingers in tiny waves, I wrapped my other arm around her waist and stood before removing my fingers from her body.

  “Put your legs ar
ound my waist, Sara. I don’t want you to fall.”

  With her head now tucked into the curve of my neck, her soft breath against my skin raising goose bumps, she did exactly what I told her to.

  I started to move toward the bedroom but I’d forgotten about my pants. They fell to the floor, causing me to fall forward onto the couch, still holding Sara. Setting her down, I struggled to my feet and stood there in my boxer briefs, with my pants around my ankles, still wearing my shoes.

  I heard Sara’s giggle begin in her chest and rise up to escape in a husky rush of air.

  I felt an answering smile lift the corners of my mouth. “What are you laughing at, woman?”

  “I think maybe you want to take the shoes off before you attempt to walk.” She giggled again and sat up. “I’m too lazy to walk and I don’t want you to trip.”

  “Afraid I’ll drop you?”

  She paused for a beat and I found myself holding my breath, waiting for her answer, as I lifted her into my arms again.

  What the fucking hell was going on with me? I shouldn’t care what she thought. She was only a means to an end. This wasn’t the start of a relationship, right?

  “No, I don’t think you’ll drop me.” She looked straight into my eyes. “But I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

  My heart pounded and the hollow pit in my stomach widened to the size of the Grand Canyon. My body tightened and the power in my blood thickened. I’d started to draw magic to relocate them to my bed before I stopped myself. I couldn’t afford to lose control—not now.

  Making sure I had a good grip on her, I used a tiny bit of power to loosen the ties on my shoes so I could kick them off. Then I stepped out of my pants and headed for the stairs.

  She sighed, a content little purr against my skin. Sara felt boneless in my arms, completely relaxed. Completely open to anything I might suggest.

  “Tired?” I nuzzled my nose against her hair.

  “Hmm. No.”

  “I don’t want you to leave tonight.”

  She froze for a brief second. “I’d like to stay.”

  “Will anyone miss you?”

  She smiled. I felt it against my skin as I reached the top step and my loft bedroom came into view. “Is that your belated way of asking if I have a significant other?”

  “No.” I knew she didn’t. I’d done my homework. “Just wondering if your uncle’s going to come after me with a shotgun in the morning.”

  “That won’t happen. I may live in the same house but I lead my own life.”

  Damn. I really wished that were true. Unfortunately, Daniel Bonnini kept a tight leash on the only family member I had left.

  I knew they hadn’t been followed from the party. She must’ve told her bodyguard to take the night off, because I hadn’t followed her and I had masked the signal from her GPS unit so her car couldn’t be traced.

  I hoped they had until tomorrow afternoon, at least, before Bonnini sent his commandos to find Sara. I didn’t want their time together interrupted—which was a really stupid thing to be thinking.

  “Cass?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Are we going to stand here all night or are you going to finish what you started?”

  My arms tightened around her for just a second, wishing this encounter wasn’t a means to an end. Wishing it was the start of a true relationship…

  But, hell, wishes were for fools. And I was no fool.

  Without warning, I tossed her on the bed. She landed in the middle of the king-size mattress with a gasp, bounced once then laughed. The uninhibited sound painfully tightened my balls and I didn’t want to wait one more second to be inside her. I pushed my boxer briefs to the floor, taking my socks along with them.

  “Take off the dress.”

  Sara stopped laughing and leaned back on her elbows. Her dress still caught around her waist, she was bare from her shoulders to mid torso and from the tops of her thighs to her feet. She showed no sign of embarrassment, completely at ease in her nudity.

  Her lips pulled into a slight smile as her eyes flashed a challenge. “Make me.”

  Tinia’s teat, I loved a challenge. My inner caveman roared to grab her, rip the dress from her body and fuck her until she fainted from satiation.

  Hell, she’d nearly passed out downstairs and I hadn’t had more than two fingers inside her. Stepping closer to the bed, I stopped when I felt my knees touch the silk bedspread.

  “Take it off, Sara. Now.”

  Her head tilted to the side, desire flushing her cheeks a pretty pink and tightening her small perfect nipples into tight buds. I couldn’t see her sex. It was hidden beneath the bunched folds of her dress but I could smell her arousal and knew she was soaking wet.

  “What do I get if I do?”

  “This.” I wrapped one hand around my erection and stroked myself from root to tip. Sara’s gaze followed my every movement.

  She blinked and her lips parted to draw in an unsteady breath before she rolled to a sitting position. While I continued to work my hand over my shaft, she shimmied the dress down her hips and over her knees, throwing it to the floor. Completely nude, she stared at me.

  “Good girl. Now lie back.”

  Again, she did exactly what I told her. She eased onto her back, arms at her sides, legs slightly parted. The hair on her mound matched the hair on her head but was trimmed short.

  I wanted to pet her, make her arch off the bed with ecstasy and push her pussy into my hand. Releasing my cock, I reached for her ankles and dragged her across the spread, the smooth silk letting her slide easily. I drew her legs on either side of my hips, stopping when only centimeters separated the underside of my shaft from her gleaming wet pussy.

  My cock throbbed, straining to reach inside her, but I let the moment play out, enjoying the anticipation and the increasingly ragged sound of her breathing. My own lungs burned as if with exertion.

  Pulling my gaze from between her legs, I let it drift upward, over her flat stomach to her sweet breasts then straight into her eyes. She watched me from between slitted lids—waiting for my next move.

  I didn’t want her to wait any more. Grabbing a condom from the bedside table, I rolled it down then took my cock in one hand and aimed the rigid shaft straight into her slit. I wanted to feel her wrapped around me with nothing separating them. She couldn’t catch anything from me and human diseases didn’t affect the Fata. As for pregnancy—I knew she took birth control. My brother Leo’s computer skills came in handy when hacking doctor’s files.

  Next time.

  As her moist flesh enclosed the tip of my cock, I sucked in a deep breath. Lust raged through me and sent everything else out of my head.

  This woman turned me on as if she had a remote control for my libido. I should be able to deal with it. Instead, the further I sank into her, the less sure I became that I was the one in control.

  So far she’d obeyed every order I’d given her, but right now I’d do anything she wanted.

  Good thing she didn’t realize her power over me.

  Then again… I looked up into her eyes and found her still watching me. Her eyes burned with desire.

  “Cass, move. I can’t wait.”

  Damned if I could either.

  I pulled her closer as I thrust forward, sinking in to the root and— Oh Christ, I was ready to come. I felt my climax building in my balls so I quickly pulled back and tried to regain a little equilibrium. But I couldn’t control myself. I forged back in, balls slapping against her silky ass as my cock filled her tight pussy.

  Out, in, out, in. Faster and faster. I set a pounding rhythm. She met me on each thrust, lifting her hips, creating more friction, more pressure—more mind-blowing pleasure.

  Gazes connected, they worked toward a mutual climax. I’d be damned if I came before her but it was getting impossible to hold back. The pressure to release built at the back of my neck and spread to the base of my spine. I tried to back off a little, prolong the moment, but she wouldn�
��t let me. Every time I slowed down, she pleaded with me not to stop, to go faster.

  “Cass, please… There… Ah, God… Right there.”

  Every word was a grenade that detonated in my blood, making my heart pump faster, my cock ache and throb. The skin covering my shaft felt ultrasensitive, in tune to every ridge, every ripple of her sheath as it contracted around me.

  I felt the first warning jerk in my balls as my orgasm began, answered by the clenching of her inner walls around my cock. Groaning, I pulled her even closer then thrust once, twice more. With my thumb, I flicked her clit and her eyes finally closed, her head digging back into the mattress, a moan escaping from between her lips.

  Holding steady, I let my own eyes drift closed as I came inside her.

  I wondered when the hell we could go again.

  Chapter Four

  Nora

  It took me a few minutes to catch my breath. But when I did, I opened my eyes and found Cass, eyes closed, still positioned between my legs and holding on to my hips.

  The look on his face made my heart pound even faster. He looked like a man transported.

  It awed me and terrified me at the same time—because I felt exactly the way he looked.

  This was supposed to be a one-night fling. One night outside the bounds of my uncle’s increasingly tight strictures on my life. I hadn’t meant to fall for the guy but I was afraid that I had, hard and fast.

  As if Cass realized I was staring at him, his eyes opened and stared back into hers.

  He blinked, his expression clearing, and a frown formed on that gorgeous mouth.

  “Sara. Are you okay?”

  I nodded and took a deep breath, feeling his half-hard erection throb in response to my still-contracting sheath.

  God, this should be weird or at the least awkward. But it wasn’t—not at all.

  Stretching my arms above my head, I smiled at him and watched his frown melt away as he slid from my body.

  “I’ll be right back.” He motioned to a door to his left, which I guessed was the bathroom. “Unless…you’d like to take a shower.”