Sweeter Than Honey: (Scifi Shapeshifter Erotica) (The Revenant Chronicles Book 1) (2 page)

Her mind wasn’t processing anything else as she caught up with him just before he reached the door, grabbing his arm and turning him around to see the surprise on his handsome face. From his brow furrowed in confusion to his jaw set firmly in resolution, she took everything in before her eyes settled on his mouth. He was about to say something, but whatever it was died a silent death as Tessa rose up and pressed her lips to his in a hot kiss of her own. 

Chapter Two

The instant her lips pressed against his, Jensen knew he was lost. A growl rumbling deep in his chest, he took control of the kiss. Her lips were warm and soft, a silken temptation to fall into decadent anarchy. He shouldn't be doing this. Should step away and let her go. Now.

The instincts of his beast, though, didn't want to let go. They were on a rampage, urging him to crush the little female against his hard body, to carry her to the ground and take what he wanted. With iron control, he locked those urges away in favor of kissing her. Her scent wrapped around him, taking him deeper into sensual madness. Light and feminine, it had always called to him, but now wrapped him in her siren’s spell.

He prised her lips apart gently with a swipe of his tongue. His arms wrapped around her slender frame, and he felt even more the brute. She was tiny, delicate... And beautiful. Too good for a degenerate creature like him.

But somehow, impossibly, she didn’t beat at his arms to get away. Instead she kissed him back, her lips moving beneath his. The growl broke free as he drove his hand into the soft fall of her golden curls. She whimpered, a soft sexy sound that was nearly his undoing.

He walked her back into the nearest wall, and a breathless gasp escaped her lips when he broke the kiss. Eyes closed, his forehead pressed against the cool brick, he took a moment to regain control. She tasted so damned sweet, sweeter than honey; the eagerness in the way she welcomed him maddening.

Even the way her soft curls brushed his jaw almost made him shiver, a contrast to her steamy breath hot against his neck with her every labored exhale. She had always been so cold and distant, detached and professional. Never in a million years would he have expected to experience this from her, nor the kind of reaction that she elicited from him, a reaction that challenged his restraint.

Unfortunately for him, he had no defense against her. All it took was something as simple as a kiss, as simple as her soft lips pressing against the base of his neck. Did she know what she was doing to him? Did she know about the kinds of thoughts that were now going through his mind? Dark thoughts. Possessive thoughts. All so carnal in nature.

Fuck it all. He needed this. Needed her. Now.

Lifting his head, he claimed her lips again. Any gentleness was long gone, scoured from him by the fires of need and desire that surged through his veins. One hand still in her hair, he slid the other down the cello curve of her waist, over her hip, and down one shapely thigh. With a grunt, he hooked behind her knee and pulled her leg up. Off-balance and teetering on one high heel, she was forced to clutch at him to stay upright.

A deep rumble of approval welled up from the center of his chest. He parted her lips ruthlessly, thrusting his tongue beyond the silken softness into the heat of her mouth. She tasted sweet, tart, and exhilarating all at the same time. It was less a taste and more a feeling, one just as addictive as the heady rush of adrenaline when he went into combat.

Her hands smoothed over his shoulders, exploring his chest before sliding down to flirt with the sides of his ribcage. Breaking away to suck in a breath, he looked down into her eyes. Pressed together as they were, she could hardly miss the effect she had on him.

“One chance, lady,” he bit out, despite himself. “One chance to walk away.”

In response, she moaned and closed her eyes as she ground herself into the hardness that painfully demanded release from his jeans. He growled. He had his answer. No turning back now.

Their ragged breathing was the only sound in the silence of the warehouse. Dust motes danced around them, and a lazy tendril of sunlight crept through a chink in the steel roof to caress her skin. He almost growled at it, then realized how dumb it was to be jealous of sunlight.

There was nothing tender in the way he claimed her lips. The kiss was unyielding, a demand for her total surrender as his tongue swept into her mouth. To his delight, she moaned her pleasure and allowed him to plunder all she could offer him.

He released her hair, his hand meandering between them to undo the buttons of her tailored blazer, but his normally dexterous fingers had trouble with the delicate fastenings of her blouse. A muffled yelp echoed his frustrated growl as he grabbed a handful of the thin fabric and simply tore open the garment. Tearing his lips away from hers for a moment, he leaned back and lowered his eyes, only to find himself gasping in turn.

He’d thought about what she hid under those conservative clothes of hers every time they’d met. He prided himself as a man who could undress a woman in his mind with uncanny clarity. Now he learned his imagination paled in comparison to reality as he gazed on the perfection of her breasts. Full, high and proud, they were barely contained in a confection of fine white lace that was all but transparent, cradling the creamy orbs as if offering them for his pleasure.

A hard coral peak peered enticingly over the edge of her demi cup bra, as if shyly seeking his attention. There was no control left in him now. He would take all she offered and more. Lowering his head, he took the distended tip into his mouth. Her soft cry of pleasure rewarded him as her fingers buried themselves into his hair, pulling him firmly against her.

Her whimpers fed the need inside him, his cock as stiff as a damn pole in his pants. With a roll of his hips, he ground against her, but then wrapped his hands around her narrow waist to lift her higher, pinning her between his hard body and the wall. She was so light that holding her off the ground was child’s play, especially for him.

Hands free now, he put them to good use, reaching between her breasts and searching for the clasp. With a click the garment gave, and her breasts spilled free. With a groan, he cupped them, pressing them together before rubbing the rough pads of his thumbs over the sensitive peaks. Her head dropped back, baring the soft length of her throat to him in an unwitting gesture of surrender. His cock pulsed in its denim cage, demanding to be freed.

Another growl rolled from him as his mouth feasted on the creamy expanse of her neck, kissing and nibbling, her body shuddering as his teeth lightly scraped along her skin. She moaned beneath him as his fingers teased and toyed with her nipples.

He’d been distracted, but now realized that her fingers fumbled at his waist, already managing to undo the buckle of his belt and the button on his jeans. His deep groan was muffled against her neck as he sprang free from his confinement.

But the groan dragged on roughly when he felt her delicate fingers wrap around his throbbing length. The little air he had left in his lungs escaped in a rush as she stroked him with slow, sensual movements. Usually the aggressor, the dominant one in any encounter, he found himself stilling so she could touch her fill. Letting her touch, and play, leading this thing.

She wriggled, hand still firm on his cock, so he released her, planting his hands on the rough wall in a bid to stay upright. Sure, he’d gotten a hand job before, many times, but her touch was different. Somehow it caged the beast inside him, the inhuman part of him that wanted to rend and kill, to stalk and destroy. Her other hand on his chest pushed him away from the wall to give her room, and after whispering her lips over the side of his neck, she sank to her knees before him in a graceful movement.

“Fuck!” He barked out when her clever lips wrapped around his cock, enveloping him in the hot, wet heaven of her mouth. Fire sizzled through his veins, shooting down his spine and making him clench his ass as it encircled his balls and jerked his cock upright. Crap. He’d never been so hard. It was almost painful.

He didn’t move away though. Couldn’t. Instead, he looked down to watch her lips wrapped around his cock. Pink lips that slid over the slick shaft as she bobbed up and down. He groaned, cracking the brick wall as his control slipped and his claws came out to play.

“Crap...that’s hot,” he managed, his breathing ragged as she sucked him. He didn’t chase women, but mercenaries had a bad-boy appeal most couldn’t resist, and he knew his humanoid form was attractive. Tessa obviously liked it, and that sent a small warm feeling through his chest.

But nothing could compete with the feeling of her sucking his cock deep, and he groaned again, trying hard not to thrust his hips forward and hurt her. He couldn’t lose control, not with her. She was too delicate.

She didn’t make it easy though, as she made oral sex into an art form. She made love to him, not just with her mouth but with her hands as well; her soft but firm grip corkscrewed up and down his throbbing length, following the wake of her talented mouth.

“Fuck!” He felt himself being brought quickly to the edge, faster than he’d ever experienced. “Tessa…” he growled her name in warning, his claws digging into his fists and drawing blood as he fought the urge to grab her head and have his way with her. He focused on the pain and away from his primal instincts.

Just before he reached the brink though, it all stopped; the blonde vixen nearly succeeded in driving him insane before she sucked him one last time and rose to her feet. One hand pressed into his heaving chest, and the other continued to slowly stroke him. He saw her shiver as she looked up and locked her blue gaze on him. Silence passed between them for a moment, nothing but the sound of their breaths and the pounding of his heart. Her brow furrowed as if she was debating with herself, a row of white teeth biting into the flesh of her lower lip.

Her hands fell away from him as she stepped back towards the wall.

He nearly howled in protest at her withdrawal, but rather than dress and walk away, Tessa’s trembling hands moved to her waist and undid the snap of her trousers.

His predatory instincts kicked in. A second later he stepped forward, replacing her hands with his as he sought her lips. “Let me,” he breathed, the words a bare millimeter away from their plump softness, before he claimed them in a devastating kiss.

Chapter Three

What was she doing?

Tessa’s mind reeled. Her brain tried valiantly, but failed to regain a semblance of order amidst the chaos of erotic thoughts and shuddering sensations that even the slightest of his touches induced.

It had started with just a kiss, something she knew was a parting shot to their initial encounter, and an act that would leave him with the last ‘word’. But the second his lips touched hers, she was overwhelmed with something she had never felt before. And when he abruptly broke off and began to walk away, her thoughts spun out of order. Nothing mattered except more: more of his kisses, his touch, the taste of him on her tongue… the feel of him deep inside of her, making her whole.

She wanted all of him.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she moaned into the kiss. It brimmed with so much passion, her toes curled as she responded to the possessive demand of his mouth. The thin shirt he wore dampened none of his warmth as her breasts were crushed against his chest. Instincts and needs she had long denied clamored. The need to feel more of his body, to relish in the security and comfort of his masculine form, further diluted her logical mind.

He lifted her with ease, a big hand down the back of her pants divesting her of the garment even as he turned with her in his arms. She wasn’t heavy, but even so, she’d never had any man lift her as though she weighed nothing. Ever. Even the fittest made some expression or noise of effort. Not Jensen. He didn’t even pause or grunt with exertion as he walked them both backward towards some empty racking, leaving her pants on the dusty floor behind them.

Her ass hit the cool metal shelf, but instantly he was there, lifting her knees to wrap her legs around his trim waist. All the time, his lips didn’t leave hers. He plundered and demanded with white-hot kisses that sent a blaze hotter than a plasma bolt through her veins.

At the same time, the thick, rigid bar of his cock pressed against her, rubbing against her pussy lips. She whimpered and rocked, urging him on. There was something wild and feral about him, something dangerous, and that turned her on. Hell, did it turn her on.

She moaned into his mouth, shuddering as the broad tip of his cock pressed teasingly against her, a flimsy scrap of fabric the only thing preventing him from being buried deep inside of her. And she wanted it. He just felt too good. Being with him felt too right, unlike anything she’d experienced before, and she wanted more.

Tearing her mouth away, she gasped as his teeth lightly nipped her neck, while his work-roughened hand cupped her aching breast and kneaded her none-too-gently. His thumb and forefinger trapped her nipple in between, pinching teasingly and rolling lightly, making her clit throb to the beat of his ministrations. Even his stubble rasping against her skin felt electric. Her mind was on overload.

When he ground his hard shaft against her one more time, it was enough to send her over the edge in a soft cry. She clutched him firmly as she sought an anchor against the wave of pleasure that slammed into her out of nowhere.

His growl only served to increase her pleasure, and his hands dropped to her hips, sliding between her legs. Breathing ragged, he pushed the satin barrier to one side and pressed himself against her. The pressure, the feeling of that thick, broad head against the entrance to her body, made her eyes snap open. He was huge...too big, surely?

Instantly her gaze was captured by his own, and her welling panic disappeared. Deep, dark need and wanton desire burned in his eyes. Passion and heat...tempered with utter control. She relaxed and pushed against him, knowing that he wouldn’t hurt her. Somehow, she knew she was safer with this dangerous, may-not-be human bad-boy mercenary than she had ever been with anyone else.