Frostbite (Last Call #5) Page 3

  Not enough. She opened her legs wide enough to brace her feet on either side of the chair and shifted her body until she could rub against the smooth, polished seat beneath her.

  Cain dropped one hand to the back of her head, fingers gentle but unyielding. “You want something to rub against?”

  She whimpered helplessly.

  Grasping her hair, he pulled free of her mouth. “Answer me, sweet Kelsey. Do you want something inside you?”

  “No.” Not until she had him.

  “What do you want?”

  “I want you.” It felt like a confession.

  He smiled. “Close your eyes.”

  She sighed, relaxing as she obeyed. He rubbed her mouth with his thumb before pushing it between her lips. He thrust in and out lazily, stroking over her tongue. “Do you want my cock?”

  She couldn’t let herself whimper again, so she quelled a shudder and nodded.

  His hand disappeared, replaced by the blunt head of his erection. “This is what you do to my body,” he whispered, tracing the slick head over her lips. “Not just your voice. You.”

  Kelsey opened her eyes as she licked her lips. He was so close that she licked him too, and she looked up at him as she did it again, this time on purpose.

  He groaned and thrust between her lips, both hands returning to her hair. “I find it fitting irony that I’ve become obsessed with your mouth. You don’t need to speak to render me helpless.”

  And she was the one hypnotized by his voice, by the rough rise and fall of every word. They had meaning, of course, but beneath that was the sound, the way every syllable rasped up her spine like a caress.

  She pulled away, just until he was about to pop free of her mouth, then took him deeper in a single slow advance. When she eased back again, she sucked him hard for just a heartbeat. His entire body shuddered as he surged forward, thrusting into her mouth with a telling lack of control.

  Not enough, not nearly—for either of them. Kelsey twisted her wrists, lifting her body as she caught hold of the chains binding her, and moaned in encouragement. His eyes blazed as he tightened his hands, gripping her head to hold her in place for his next thrust.

  So careful, even this close to the edge.

  His breathing turned heavy, sharp, and his fingertips dug into the back of her head. His hips rocked a final time, short and uncontrolled, and he stumbled back, eyes blazing.

  The sense of loss was instantaneous, and so severe that Kelsey barely managed to catch her breath. “Why did you stop?”

  Cain smiled, and he seemed more composed now. More like the man who’d brought her to this room. He touched the stiff tip of her nipple. “Even ice melts sometimes.”

  She shivered. “Yeah, and last I checked, it was melting in my mouth. What’s the problem?”

  “Not yet,” was all he said. He stepped aside and freed the chain from the wall. “I want to melt somewhere else.”

  The delicate chain fell, sliding over her skin as she lowered her hands. “We have all night.”

  One of his eyebrows lifted in a perfect arch. “Are you disappointed?”

  He obviously found the idea unbelievable. “Is it so hard to fathom?” she whispered, rising. “That I might want you to come in my mouth?”

  “A little,” he admitted, disbelief melting into naked hunger. “It’s the sort of thing one imagines men want to hear more than women want to say.”

  “You said you like the way a woman tastes when she’s coming. Was that a line? A lie?”

  “No.” He stroked her cheek before reaching down to tangle his hand in the chain connecting her wrists. “I never doubted your willingness, or even your enjoyment. Perhaps it’s your craving that has taken me aback.”

  He was delicious, untouchable—but not for the night. “I crave a lot of things, Cain. Right now, your pleasure’s damn high on the list.”

  “Then perhaps we should both take what we want.” He kicked free of his pants and pulled her toward the bed. “At the same time.”

  “Dirty.” She pulled the long chain free of his grasp and stepped over it, leaving her hands bound, though loosely, behind her back. “There.”

  Amusement shone in Cain’s eyes as he stretched out on the rumpled sheets. “You’re an impossible brat. And lucky I find unquestioning obedience more tedious than arousing.”

  Fond words, as out of place in a night of purely physical debauchery as her desire to see him laugh. “Neither of us plays very well by the rules, I’ve learned that already.”

  He tucked one arm behind his head and smiled, utterly relaxed aside from his jutting erection. “Rules have never mattered to me. Only the universal one.”

  “And what is that?” Kelsey gathered the chain, then dropped it on his chest as she settled over him, facing his feet.

  “The one by which you still don’t have to live. That all good things come to an end.”

  “How dreary.” She leaned over, rested her hands on his thighs and drew her tongue up the top of his cock. “Feel different?”

  The chain snapped tight, almost wrenching her arms back behind her, and he laughed hoarsely. “I can’t decide which view is better. Though this one provides more interesting possibilities.”

  He didn’t have to decide. They could have it all—at least until the sun peeked over the horizon. “Show me one,” she murmured, then slid her lips around him with a hum.

  He tugged at the chain, pulling her hands back slowly enough to allow her to catch her balance without bracing her weight on them. “Like this,” he said, twisting the extra length before looping it around her wrists.

  With her hands bound tight at the small of her back, Kelsey had to move carefully. She glided her tongue around the head of his erection. “Now I want to tease you.”

  “You could.” His thumb stroked through her folds and pushed into her. “If you dare.”

  She bit her lip to hold back a moan, but it didn’t work. “What if I give as good as I get?”

  He plunged deeper. “A battle of wits?”

  She licked him again. “Is that what this is?”

  “Isn’t everything?” Before she could answer, his palm cracked across the swell of her ass.

  Kelsey jerked against the chains. “Oh gods.”

  Warm fingers smoothed gently over burning skin. “What happened to giving me as good as you get?”

  Cocky words, the kind that sparked with challenge. “Careful what you ask for,” she whispered, then lowered her head and sucked him hard and deep.

  He groaned and thrust up, a jolting thrust he paired with another slap. “Harder.”

  She gave it to him, without teasing or holding back. Her skin burned, and she wanted him to take it further, send that tingling warmth spinning through her whole body. If he wanted to know how good it felt to have his hands on her, she’d show him.

  She’d show him all night long.

  It was better to have Kelsey facing away from him. With her attention occupied, she might not realize how tenuous his control was. How close to the edge she’d brought him, how even her moans now held an edge of power, a whisper of seduction.

  The fact that he could spend the rest of his immortal life enjoying her mouth on his dick... Well, that was an entirely different problem.

  Cain admired the reddened hand prints decorating her delicate ass, unable to avoid a small bit of satisfaction. He adored the way she squirmed with the first swell of pain, how her lips tightened around him as it receded and bliss took its place. Smoothing his palm along her hip, he waited a moment and then slapped her.

  Her back arched, and her hands flexed in the gold cuffs. A moment later, a muffled groan vibrated around him. Physical pleasure from the heat of her mouth battered at his reserve, washing away the foundation.

  He wanted to come.

  He wanted to feel.

  Cain worked his fingers between them to find her clit. “Come, my sweet Siren.”

  She shuddered, her skin flushed, and her entire body rocked int
o an intense rhythm between her mouth on his cock and her cunt on his hand. Her trembling grew into shivers that rolled through her in waves, faster and faster until she began to shake. Then she ground hard against his hand and froze, every muscle in her body taut with pleasure.

  Stepping outside his body’s frenzied desire, Cain stroked her softly through her orgasm, moved and a little awed by the open way she fell apart for him. Nothing held back, nothing hidden.

  She was straddling death and seething with life.

  Kelsey threw back her head, arched again, and the rattle of chains almost drowned out her husky, plaintive whisper. “Cain.”

  That fast, he was trapped in sinning flesh, his pleasure beyond his control. Fire licked up his spine as he groaned. Came.

  Hard.

  She laughed through a moan and shuddered again as she caught the head of his cock between her lips. Gentle sucking gave way to slow licks and finally another hoarse chuckle as she released him. “I think you came in my hair.”

  “Hell.” And damnation, possibly forever. He hurried to unwrap her wrists and urged her to the bed. “That was unexpected. I apologize.”

  “Stop.” She caught his arm and dragged him closer. “Want to take a bath with me?”

  She was still a puzzle. Desperate for a man who couldn’t be wooed by her voice, but seemingly unbothered when he lost control of the very reserve she had come here to find. “A bath would be nice.”

  “Mmm.” She smiled and slid off the bed. “I’ll run it if you let me out of these cuffs. And if you promise to tell me why you look so confused.”

  Freeing her from the bracelets took little time. He marshaled his defenses as he did so, wrapping himself in cool logic. A puzzle was all Kelsey could ever be, and he’d do well to remember that. “I was afraid you’d be disappointed at how much your man of ice melted.”

  “Are you kidding? That was epic.” Her smile faded, and she touched his face. “You keep talking about ice, but that’s not what I want. Just...to be able to slow things down. Have the time to make it good.”

  “All right.” He patted her hip. “Go start the tub. I’ll be there in a moment.”

  She hummed and walked lazily toward the bathroom, pausing to cast a glance over her shoulder. “Bubbles?”

  As hard as he tried to hold back a smile, his lips still twitched. “A reaper in a bubble bath? What an affront to the dignity of death.”

  “Suit yourself...sir.” Kelsey disappeared into the bathroom. Only moments later, water began to run.

  Brat. Just as well she’d come upstairs with him and not a werewolf looking for true submission. Cain let the bracelets clatter to the bedside table before crossing the room to examine the contents of the toy closet. Shelf after shelf of illicit items stared back at him, ranging from the simplest of phallic objects to complicated contraptions even he couldn’t decipher.

  He ran his finger over the shelf of magically enhanced toys and paused at one shining silver item.

  Yes, that would do nicely.

  He retrieved his selections, followed the sound of running water and found Kelsey submerged in the tub, tiny bubbles floating up in the churning water as she blinked at the ceiling.

  She broke the surface a moment later and inhaled as water sluiced down her face and off her hair. “There are even mirrors up there. I love this place.”

  Water beaded on her skin and tracked over her breasts. He traced one drop’s path with his gaze, watching it catch on her nipple before dropping back to the tub. Not so hard to imagine a lonely sailor following her voice to certain death.

  Poor girl. Lucky sailor.

  Cain slipped into the tub and set his prizes from the toy cabinet on the smooth tiles. “It’s the definition of decadent.”

  “That’s one word for it.” She leaned back, splaying her arms over the opposite edge of the tub. “Tell me a secret. Something you can’t tell anyone you really know.”

  He relaxed and studied her. Something secret. Something real. “I have a cat.”

  She nudged him with her foot. “A familiar, or a regular old house cat?”

  “Just a cat. A tabby. I got it...” He hesitated. From someone whose soul I collected seemed an unwise thing to say to a naked woman he hoped to further debauch.

  But her smile gentled. “At work?” she asked softly.

  He nodded. “She was only a few weeks old. Belonged to a cranky old man. All the kids in the neighborhood were terrified of him, and I can see why. He argued with me. Wouldn’t go into the damn light until I agreed to find a home for his kitten.”

  Kelsey shifted in the water, tucked her legs under her and leaned her cheek on one arm. “What’s her name?”

  “Sherlock.”

  She laughed. “For a reaper, you’re not very grim, you know.”

  He gave her his best stern bringer-of-death look. “I’m not the one who named the damn thing.” Just the one who’d found unexpected empathy in his icy heart for a querulous old man and a fragile kitten. “I keep her because I like to be unpredictable.”

  “Oh, you are.” Her fingers brushed his. “In the very best way.”

  “Yes?” He twined his fingers with hers. “So now you owe me one secret.”

  “A secret? I only have one.” She hesitated. “It’s not only sex that’s a problem. I have a charm—I took it off before I came in tonight, but I have to wear it, always. Without it, I can’t talk to anyone.”

  “Truly?” He pulled, and she glided through the water. Cain tucked her against his side and curled one arm around her shoulders. “Your voice is lovely, but now that you’re less...emotional, I’m not unduly affected.”

  “You’re not human, either.” She nuzzled his neck. “What did you bring me?”

  How evasive. He tangled his fingers in her hair and tilted her head back. “Are you bored of talking or changing the subject?”

  Her blue eyes were huge. Guarded. “Why would I do that? It isn’t as though you don’t know what it’s like, right? Being lonely?”

  “I suppose.” He couldn’t explain what prompted him to press the gentle kiss to the corner of her mouth. It wasn’t logical, just irresistible. “But that’s why you’re here. To feel the way you don’t usually feel.”

  “I’m here to feel...” She trailed off with a sigh. “Like I’m not ruining someone’s life by wanting to get close. By wanting.”

  He kissed the other side of her mouth and dragged his lips up to her ear. “Do you want a cat?”

  “Smartass.” Kelsey turned her head and caught his mouth in a quick kiss, teasing her tongue just between his lips before retreating entirely.

  His mouth moved before he realized he’d decided to speak. “If you won’t take her, you could at least feed her when I’m out of town.”

  She stilled, her hands tightening on his arms. “Are you trying to hire me to cat-sit, or saying you want to see me again?”

  He hadn’t intended to say anything, but when he imagined her presence in his empty, sterile apartment, a smile came to his lips. She’d be a splash of color in his monochromatic life. “Maybe a bit of both.”

  She pursed her lips as she reached over to shut off the water. “I wouldn’t do it for money,” she said finally. “But I’d definitely do it as a favor for a friend. Or whatever.”

  He hauled her back against him, settling her with her ass snug against his cock. “I’ll take whatever.”

  The water sloshed and settled around them as Kelsey leaned her head back on his shoulder. “Deal.”

  As aroused as he was, there was something peaceful in this moment. Something he didn’t want to subject to logic and analysis, that would crumble under the weight of so much cynical reality. So he stroked her belly before trailing his fingers up to her breast. “Feel free to change the subject now.”

  She shook with laughter, though the sound carried a thread of hot desire. “To what?”

  “You asked what I’d brought you. Still curious?”

  “Mmm, tell me.”

/>   He retrieved the smooth metal plug meant to nestle deep in her ass and held it up in front of her. “It’s part of an enchanted set.” He touched cool metal to her breastbone. “Once it’s inside your body, there’s a thin collar that goes around your throat. Closing the clasp activates the spell, which will make everything pulse along with your heart.”

  “A full body throb.” Kelsey turned her face to his. “Is that how you want to fuck me? Feeling it every time my heart skips and beats faster?”

  Even the thought made him hard. He traced the flared tip of the toy down her body. “I thought about bringing the whole set. One for your pussy, one for your ass, the sweet little bits to go on your nipples and your clit. You’d be art. Coming and coming...” He licked her cheek. “But I have to be inside you. Soon.”

  The water lapped around them as she shifted to kneel over the edge of the tub, her ass in the air.

  Glorious. A scant hour ago he might have deconstructed the posture, the one women had used to bring men to their knees for eons, but now he felt no less susceptible. She wasn’t speaking, so he couldn’t blame her voice.

  Kelsey was perilously close to melting his frozen soul, and he was too hungry to stop her.

  God help them both.

  Every breath pressed her breasts to the warm, slick tile, even more when the gentle touch of Cain’s hands left her gasping.

  He was still teasing her, brushing light touches over the curve of her ass. Kelsey gripped the tile ledge and parted her legs. “You like to play.”

  “Mm-hmm.” The flared tip of the butt plug tickled over her ass, but he moved it lower, rubbing it against her pussy. “I’ve always been meticulous. And thorough.”

  She swallowed a moan. The whole night had been a tease, from the moment Cain had stood before her in the bar downstairs. His voice, his hands, his tongue—everything leading up to this.

  The slim bottle of lubricant beckoned. She snatched it up and held it back over her shoulder. “Please?”

  Metal kissed her clit. He teased it there before trailing back up and working the blunt tip into her pussy.

  He wasn’t the only one who could play his game. Kelsey moaned again and let her head fall back. “Is that where you’re going to keep it? Are you going to put your dick in my ass instead?”