He cupped one breast, his thumb gliding over her nipple. “You will not do anything but please me, Ashe. You did as I asked. You’re giving me you. What more could I possibly want?”
He slid the wet, slick head of his cock across her lips. It was warm. Firm. Like velvet. She opened her mouth and took him in, showing him without words that she was very serious in her veneration, in her complete devotion to the art of devouring her dessert.9TIMUR extracted himself from the naked woman sprawled over top of him. He’d worn her out finally, after hours of taking her, showing her various ways a man could take a woman. She’d never once balked, or protested, or even hesitated. She’d said yes to everything, and he’d wrung a number of cataclysmic orgasms out of her, allowing very little rest in between.
Once, she’d been drifting off to sleep and his body had gone into overdrive, his cock so hard he was afraid it might break. He knew part of it was she was close to the emergence and her hormones and pheromones were riding the two of them. He didn’t care what it was, only that when he took her, driving hard, rougher than he intended, she hadn’t stopped him. She’d pushed back every bit as hard. Every bit as rough.
She liked to play, and when they were done, she liked to be close. He found he did too. He wanted her on top of him or under him. He wanted to feel every inch of her body covering him like a blanket. Her soft breasts, her sweet pussy, her arms and all that hair brushing his skin every time she moved. He needed the contact in the same way he needed air to breathe. When he’d put her there and told her not to move, she’d cooperated, just as she had when he was inside her.
The vibration from his phone had alerted him to the fact that the hit team was on the move. He didn’t want them anywhere near Ashe, but his crew couldn’t take them at the motel. It was little better than a flophouse, one that prostitutes frequented, bringing their johns. That made for too many witnesses. They had set a trap, but the team had to actually take the bait. In this case, it appeared they had.
Timur would never use Fyodor or Evangeline to draw out an experienced hit team. He wouldn’t want Ashe to know he had already killed the two men he suspected had killed her parents or that if it wasn’t them specifically, this newer team had to be the ones. She would want to be a part of taking them down, and he wasn’t risking her. Kyanite had texted the members of the new hit team via the cell phones they found on the dead bodies.
It was impossible to know for certain who had sent them, or which lair they came from, because they had no real identifying marks on them or papers. No one had recognized them. Still, Timur surmised that they had been sent from Lazar. In any case, it didn’t matter very much, not when they were there to kill the people he loved.
He dressed, and then picked up the can of spray Drake Donovan gave him. The spray had been developed by, of all things, a female shifter who owned a perfume factory. She grew her own flowers and hybrids. This particular combination covered all scents of a leopard’s passing. He stopped in mid-spray. Why hadn’t any of the security guards smelled the hit team? Not one single person, Ashe included, mentioned scenting them. So where had their scent been?
Very slowly, Timur put down the can of spray. It wasn’t something one could purchase. It wasn’t for sale. Only a handful of men knew of its existence. So why hadn’t anyone smelled the leopards before they’d gotten so close to Ashe?
He put a knee to the bed, hating to wake her. She deserved to sleep. He knew she was scheduled to work in the early morning hours and that was only a couple of hours away. He wanted to be back by then, but if not, he’d have guards escort her to the bakery. If not the shop, they’d be going to his brother’s estate where he knew she would be safe.
“Baby, wake up for me.”
A small frown flitted across her face, but her lashes lifted. She blinked sleepily, and he found himself looking into her drowsy eyes. His heart clenched and he couldn’t help but push back the strands of hair that had come loose from her thick braid during one of their wild sex romps.
“When you were attacked in the bakery, did you smell him? Did your leopard?”
Her frown deepened, making his cock jerk hard. It didn’t take much when she was around. He was beginning to think he was insatiable when it came to Ashe.