Lion's Dangerous(Kings of the Jungle #1)(42)

Gasping, she folded forward. Her palms slapped the carpet at either side of his head. Craning his neck, he nipped at her mouth. She moaned into the kiss and followed him down until her breasts crushed into his chest.

"Hurry," she whispered, grinding against his pelvic bone every time they came together.

Thank Christ she didn't have a short fuse. Jude concentrated on the erratic flutter of her muscles around his cock and adjusted his hold on her hips. She shuddered when he separated her ass cheeks and shattered when he forced his middle finger into the tight passage he found.

Lily's elbows locked. Stiff and straight, her arms held her away from him but the sharp arch of her spine brought her nipples close. He latched on to one pink tip and sucked hard. Lily gasped his name and locked down tight around his cock. His orgasm rode hers-powerful, wrenching spasms emptied his balls. Her pussy was still clutching at him when she collapsed onto his chest.



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Before she vanished from view, she said something. Her words were silent shapes formed by red lips. He didn't need her voice in the tightly closed confines of his car. The ragged sound of his own breathing and the wet slap of his lubricated palm flying up and down his dick made up his personal soundtrack. He tossed his binoculars aside and pretended to thrust his cock through the snug grip of her pink-tipped tits and into the hot hollow of her red mouth.

She wouldn't be on top when he finally had her. No, she'd be pinned on her back, his bruise-colored noose tight around her neck, taking him into her throat until she gagged.

"I'm going to make you come," he whispered in the near-silence, his head full of plans for the bitch. An electric spark of peaking arousal darted from his groin to his knees. He smiled and looked down where his fly lay open, his dick jutting into the cool twilight air. Black fluid seeped from the slit on his broad head. He hissed through his teeth and arched his neck as he smeared the unnatural ichor down his shaft, reveling in the way it heated and tightened his flesh, just the way a good bitch would do. With every stroke, the pain in his shoulder dulled, as if by squeezing his cock, he drained whatever poison that lurked beneath the infected spider bite.

This was so much better than the stark white hell of a hospital and the bitter taste of drugs on his tongue. If the infection killed him, then it did … but he didn't truly believe it would.

Not until he'd destroyed her from the inside out.

Lily's end was a fantasy that consumed him. It drove everything else from his mind and boiled him down to concentrated lust. Drunk on it, he stroked his erection slower, harder, visualizing the moment she choked on the black spunk he spurted down her throat.

After, he'd tighten the noose while he forced her to come. Just what she deserved for ruining him. 





14





"Billy Idol?" Lily fought her way free of the lingering heat of pleasure and lifted her head from its comfortable spot in the warm bend of Jude's neck. She squinted down at him.

"Situationally appropriate." He fumbled his phone from his pants pocket and took the call, ending the chorus of White Wedding. When she moved to roll off him, he locked his forearm behind her back and secured her against his chest. Phone to his ear, he answered with, "What's going on?"

She banished thoughts of Jude and weddings from her head and returned to her nest, nose pressed to his sage-and-citrus skin. While he listened to the feminine voice on the other end of the call, she tasted the salty hollow behind his ear. His abs tensed beneath her but he didn't miss a beat in replying, "I don't think I'll be home for dinner. Order something for yourself."

Jude, home and females brought the wedding issue back to the fore. An uneasy knot formed in her stomach. He didn't wear a wedding ring but that didn't mean anything. Of course, shapeshifters coupled. How else would they reproduce? It had long been public knowledge that the condition wasn't transmitted like a disease or conjured up with some sort of superstitions magic, which had been a popular fear among human society with the first confirmation of rumors that weres existed among them.

For all she knew, they spread their seed far and wide, the product of an instinctive imperative to survive. Maybe they didn't even try to stick to one partner.

But where did that leave her? She wasn't the type to compete for someone's affection, nor was she the kind of woman willing to share.

And she wasn't a thief. She didn't screw married men. Her stomach tightened at the very real possibility that she'd done just that, though, and that she still held the married man's cock inside her body.

As though sensing her tension, Jude banded his free arm around her back, pinning her to his chest. She tried to push up, but he possessed a quiet, immobilizing strength.