She curled her tongue around him, licking the head she held grasped in her mouth. Another swirl, and more of his smoky, rich flavor overloaded her senses. It wasn’t enough. She widened her mouth and sucked until he hit the back of her throat. Her gag reflex kicked in, something she’d never experienced before, but no man she’d ever had in this position had been as large as Calan.
Slow, deep breaths through her nose eased the automatic response to the thick cock lodged deep.
He massaged her scalp. “That feels good but ease back. I’m too much for you. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Not if she could help it. Harley wrapped her hand over the length of his erection and stroked from its base to where her lips held him. His groan encouraged her, and she fisted him, working the section of his exposed cock. More of his delicious taste flooded her mouth. The muscles of her throat relaxed. With the next push of his hips, she swallowed him.
Her eyelids fluttered on a guttural moan.
So. Damn. Good.
She let his length slide over her tongue until only her lips held the head. A peek at the man watching her, and she grinned around the silken-steel rod in her mouth. Wonder and lust created an awed expression on his face. Seeing it cracked her heart open. Love rushed up, reaffirming what she’d already suspected she’d felt for him.
Maybe it was too soon, but he’d saved her. Desired her. Cared enough about her to save her family. Despite the ugliness inside her.
She fisted his shaft near his balls. He followed her with his gaze, waiting on what she’d do—exactly how she wanted him. She dragged her mouth off his cock. His shudder encouraged her to slow her movements. Inch by inch, she released him. His head fell back on a groan.
Eager to savor every last drop, she licked her lips. Never had she tasted anything like Calan’s precum. As unique as the man, it promised to captivate her. Since she didn’t plan on walking away from him, she didn’t mind the addiction he posed.
Actually, she wanted to get as drunk on him as he promised to do for her. She forced her thoughts from her dreams of waking him every morning with her mouth on his cock to the erection she held and what they were doing.
The veined length glistened from where she’d sucked him deep. She bent her head and licked, root to head, and all the way around until not an inch remained untouched. She continued to explore, licking and sucking, nibbling and nipping. He rewarded her efforts with vulgar curses that only excited her more. The rough tugging of his hands in her hair, the quicker thrusts of his hips, and the swelling of the shaft in her mouth clued her in easily to the state of his excitement. Much more, and she’d get his release.
She pulled her mouth free and climbed off the bed.
“Harley.” Not a warning. No, the command in the roughly spoken word demanded her obedience.
She grinned and moved several feet away. A glance over her shoulder found Calan propped on one elbow watching her. Perfect. She popped the button on her pants and shimmied out of the too-tight jeans she hadn’t worn in years. She’d developed a healthy dose of curves since her teenage years. Going by the lustful gazes she’d gotten, the guys around her appreciated them.
The colorful curse from the man she’d left on the bed told her he felt the same way. Hearing it heightened her arousal. She wanted to be beautiful in Calan’s eyes so he’d never regret saving her.
She kicked the jeans aside.
For a split second, she debated—thong or bra? Considering he’d come from an era when women hadn’t worn either, at least not the lacy ensemble she’d chosen, she pivoted, giving him a perfect view of the black strip of satin dipping between her butt cheeks.
“Harley.” Lust gave her not-so-feminine name a husky quality.
Shivers raced over her skin. She peered over her shoulder and flashed him a knowing smile. “Do you like what you see?”
His gaze left hers and skimmed a heated path down her back to where the strip of fabric that deadened men’s brain cells disappeared. A long, shaky breath escaped his lips.
“Yeah. I like.” He flicked his gaze to focus on the edge of her bra. “Want it off.”
The clipped sentences and the straining muscles in his arms betrayed his struggle not to close the distance and rip it off her himself. Seeing the effort it took him to resist doing so did it for her, plain and simple. She turned her head to hide the pleased grin.
Reaching around her back, she unhooked the bra but held the front up with one hand. With the other, she slowly dragged the strap over her shoulder. At the end, she let it flop. She reversed her hands and repeated the motion. On another controlled pivot, she faced him, waited until he focused on her chest and let the material fall.
“Beautiful. So beautiful.”
His whisper filled her up. She couldn’t stop the smile in response to the compliment. She dropped her gaze before he guessed at how much it meant to hear it coming from Calan, the one man who’d seen the ugly chaos inside her.
She hooked her thumbs under the edge of her panties and slid them over her hips. Gravity took over. They fell, and she flicked them away with her foot.
He crawled to the edge of the mattress. His choppy hair hung forward, obscuring most of his face, but blue eyes blazed behind the curtain of brown strands. His cock pointed toward her, the swollen head slickened.
In the back of her mind, she recognized the danger of teasing the son of Arawn, Lord of the Underworld, but she wanted Calan wild. The sweet, reverent touches he’d delivered were nice and ones she’d treasure another time. Tonight, she wanted him to claim
