Bewitch(34)

Elissa grabbed the satchel and his gaze roamed over her as she slung the black leather strap over her shoulder. She had dressed provocatively again, pairing dark blue jeans with a black halter-top. Again, no bra. The black material gathered under her breasts and flowed from there. Pale pink stars decorated the hem.
“Not on duty?” he said and she quickly shook her head. So, whatever she had lost and wanted to regain was a personal matter. Interesting. “You know what my grandfather looks like?”
Payne had almost choked on that word. Grandfather. Bastard. He would be lucky if Payne could control his urge to rip him apart with claw and fang. He wanted him dead, but he couldn’t kill him until he had what he needed.
She nodded.
His eyes narrowed on her. “Does he know what you look like?”
She shook her head and Payne didn’t believe her. If she was lying, his grandfather might recognise her and bolt, and Payne would never get the ring for Chica and Andreu.
Payne stood and held her gaze, giving her a moment to amend her answer. She didn’t. He held his hand out to her and she slipped hers into it. The warmth and softness of her hand had heat coursing up his arm and through his blood. He pulled her against him, wrapped her in his arms, and stared down into her eyes. She looked as nervous as he felt. What did an incubi den look like? He really did hate going blind into a situation. Was he about to teleport Elissa into a nest of vipers who would all be out to get a taste of her?
He pulled her closer. He wouldn’t let them have her. Elissa was his.
He focused on the feeling in his chest and teleported.
They landed in the middle of the moonlit gravel drive of a very beautiful Georgian manor house.  Elissa shifted in his arms, rubbing against him in a way that had him gritting his teeth and struggling to focus.
“The whole area is cloaked,” she said and he looked down at her. She glanced up at him, her eyes briefly meeting his before she scanned the area again. “It’s a powerful concealment spell. No wonder only incubi can find this place. I wouldn’t be surprised if we haven’t just popped off the grid completely.”
Interesting. Did that mean that to her kind, she had just disappeared? It was certainly a convenient spell for the incubi to employ. No one would notice if an incubus accidently killed their host here. That person would just look as though they had gone missing, never to return, and those looking for them would never find a trace of them. Payne didn’t want to imagine how many lives had ended in this place, or how many bodies the elegant grounds now concealed.
His senses sharpened, eyes assessing his surroundings as he put all of it to memory and searched for a sign of trouble. The first thing that Payne’s sensitive hearing picked up was the continual hum of moans coming from the house. His incubus side flared up again, lured to the surface by the sexual energy crashing over him. He had never experienced something so intense. It pressed down on him, urging him into surrendering to his sexual desires, goading him into sucking down the pleasure and getting high on it. His knees threatened to weaken. They trembled.#p#分页标题#e#
He trembled.
Payne growled, crushed Elissa to his chest and ground his erection against her belly. She stared up at him through wide wild eyes.
“Payne, your eyes are glow—”
Payne cut her off with a hard, aggressive kiss. He dominated her mouth, forcing her to open for him and thrusting his tongue past the barrier of her teeth. She wriggled in his arms, rubbing against his cock. He growled again, hunger tearing through him, driving him to obey his instincts to feed from the female in his arms. He needed to get inside her. He needed to fuck. He teleported and reappeared closer to the mansion. Elissa grunted when he slammed her back against the wall and pinned her there, trapping her body with his, caging her in his arms. He mastered her mouth, not giving her a chance to draw breath, desperate to drink down her pleasure and spark more within her.
She pressed her hands against his chest.
Something slammed into him, hot and fierce, sending him flying backwards through the air. He landed hard, spraying gravel in all directions and rolling. His arm twisted beneath him, pain shooting outwards from his shoulder, and he growled as he finally halted on the driveway. Sharp hot pulses beat through his bones, dampening the hunger that had spiralled out of control within him, giving him a chance to claw back some semblance of sanity.
“Elissa,” he gritted out and slowly pushed himself into a position where he could check on Elissa, fearing he had hurt her and needing to see with his own eyes that he hadn’t.
Elissa stood with her back pressed against the wall, breathing hard, fear coming off her in strong waves. He battled his urges, struggling to get them locked down, not wanting her to fear him or hate him, and not wanting to hurt her. He would if he lost control again. He had never been around other incubi and he swore he would never go near them again if he made it through this because he didn’t like how it made him feel. It triggered something within him, pushing him dangerously close to the edge.