Wicked Lies

Ke

She couldn’t look at them, she hid her hands, studied the tips of her shoes, tucked her hair back nervously with two fingers only.

Give her green eyes and soft, dark-blond hair, and their sister lived.

Or was she hiding as he’d suspected for so many years? Hiding and too scared to come home because someone told her she was being hunted by the Kin.

He’d come upon the rumor while in New York the summer it had happened. The suspicion that the body found with his mother wasn’t his sister. That rumor had sent him and his brothers on a quest that lasted nearly eight years.

He’d sworn to himself that his years of searching were over. He’d chased every rumor, followed every lead he could imagine, and hadn’t even glimpsed her.

She was gone. It didn’t matter the grief that shook him in acknowledging it. She’d had been taken from them in the same fire they’d lost their mother in and there was no changing that.

Or was there?

CHAPTER 14

Jazz didn’t slam the door closed after entering behind her. He actually closed it so quietly that the snick of the lock had her swinging around in surprise, facing the brooding, heavily lashed glare he directed down at her.

He seemed so much taller when he had that look on his face. The one that indicated he was a hell of a lot angrier than he appeared.

“Do you have death wish?” he asked a little too calmly.

“Not really,” she answered with a shrug as she turned and moved toward the kitchen, ignoring the increasing tension behind her. “Do you?”

She had only a heartbeat’s warning before his fingers locked around her upper arm, swinging her around and lifting her to him.

“I’m begi

Any resistance she may have had disintegrated as he carried her to the formal living room just off the entry.

Shadowed, the drapes drawn over the large windows, Ke

Powerful, experienced, his lips moved against hers, parting them and tasting her with his tongue. Like a fire pouring through her senses he burned away any thought of protest. Not that she wanted to protest.

Pleasure raced through her, gathering force and swirling in her senses until nothing else mattered. Until only his touch filled her reality, only his hunger sustained her.

Gripping his shoulders, Ke

Her nails bit into his hard flesh, tested its strength as his callused palm gripped her hip, his fingers flexing against her touch-starved flesh. How had she lived without this? Without the hunger that poured over her whenever he touched her?

“Damn, you make me crazy. Fucking insane to have you…” His voice rasped with anger and lust as his lips moved to her neck, his fingers caressing from her hip to her stomach, trailing waves of fiery pleasure in their path.

His touch sensitized her flesh, had her lifting her hips, desperate for more.

“That’s it, baby, come alive for me.” His voice whispered over her as a light nip to her neck sent weakening flashes of sensation straight to the swollen bud of her clit and beyond.

Burying her hands in his hair, her fingers tightened in the strands as erotic, electric sensation pulsed in her vagina. Thighs tightening, hips arching, she moaned, sinking beneath the waves of swirling, aching rapture that pulsed through her nerve endings, building and growing with each touch.

Slick, heated moisture spilled from her vagina, the muscles clenching involuntarily, demanding touch there as well. Demanding the pleasure she knew he could give her. Adrenaline-laced and throbbing in excitement, blood poured through her veins, her heart pumping it through her body furiously as pleasure flooded her system. If the need tearing through her senses didn’t abate soon, how would she survive it?

Fiery sensation wrapped around one hardened nipple then, so sharp, so sweet Ke

“Oh God, yes. Jazz, please.” It was more than good. It was a blazing path to rapture, to ecstasy. A path she raced along eagerly.

The heated, hungry suction eased. The lash of his tongue became lazy, tormenting licks.

And it wasn’t enough.

Oh God, she needed more.

The callused warmth of his palm rasped against the flesh between her thighs, his fingers parting the swollen, bare folds he found there.

His thumb rolled against the sensitive bud of her clit, the caress causing lashing pinpoints of sensation to spread through her like torturous licks of static electricity.

Digging her heels into the cushions of the couch to lift herself closer, Ke

“I love touching you,” he murmured against her breast, “especially this pretty flesh.” His fingers tucked into the narrow slit, caressing through it with slow, teasing strokes. “It’s so pretty. All pink slick flesh, your honey clinging to the lips like a heavy, thick dew.” His thumb eased lower, spreading the slick response as more rained from the clenched depths of her vagina.

“Did you really think I would let you run away from me, Ke

His fingers sank inside her before she guessed his intention. Two-wide, penetrating, parting her flesh as her hips arched violently, a moan escaping her lips, her senses shattering.

Her fingers fisted at her sides. Waves of ecstasy raced through her with the sudden release exploding through her with the force of a tidal wave.

Jazz caressed the spasming muscles of her i

“What are you doing to me?” Hips arched, desperate, Ke

“That is so beautiful. Watching you come while my fingers bury inside you. Feeling you tighten around me and knowing I can push you back, make you explode all over again,” he groaned as her hips jerked, burying him deeper. “That’s it, baby, lift those pretty hips for me. Fuck my fingers.”

The muscles surrounding his fingers spasmed furiously, flexing in response to the explicit demand.

“Jazz.” The stimulation tore at her senses, wrapped around them and poured fuel on the lust burning inside her.

His fingers flexed again, rasping, caressing, pushing her to another peak until Ke

“Are you close, baby?” His lips were at her nipple again, moving against the sensitive peak as her breathing became quicker, harder.

“Don’t stop…” She could feel the rapture tightening in her womb. “Please, please don’t … Oh God, Jazz … No.”

He stopped.

Pulling his fingers free of her he turned her so quickly she barely registered the fact that she was on her knees before he moved behind her. Holding her hips in place Jazz pressed her knees farther apart, the head of his cock pressing against her, opening her.