Half-breed’s Bargain by Samantha Wolfe
21
HARLOW
Van’s eyes lock on mine and flare silver with his heightened desire. I can feel his rising arousal through our bond, bright and bold, just like his aura, and it has an answering lust surging up inside me. He holds my gaze as he stands and removes his suit jacket with a wicked and downright molten smile, then tosses it aside before removing his gun holster and setting it on the coffee table. Then his hands move to his shirt, his fingers unfastening the buttons with nimble movements before pulling it off. His upper body is just as hard-muscled and lickable as I remember from the last time I saw him shirtless. His hands move down to his fly next, and I shiver at the thought of seeing what he’s got under there again. He pushes his pants and boxer briefs down, and removes them along with his shoes and socks. Then he straightens to stand in all his nude glory before me. His body is raw perfection, all bronze skin stretched taut over lean, firm muscle. He’s utterly gorgeous. I’m not disappointed by the sight of his already hardened cock. It’s just as big and impressive as I remember, and I salivate at the sight of his thick length, with pre-cum already beading at the tip for me.
“Let your hair down.” His voice is low and demanding, and it makes my insides clench.
I love how bossy he gets with me, and it shocks me, considering my past. I’ve never tolerated it or found it sexy with another man like I do with Van. I have no problem or qualms about ceding all control over to him when we’re naked together. In fact, it’s a relief to do so. I suspect anam amháin has a lot to do with it, but I’m not complaining one damn bit. I know I’ll love whatever this man does to me.
I pull my hair out of its messy bun and coax it down around my shoulders in a way that I hope looks sexy to Van.
He nods in approval. “Now up on your knees with your hands on the back of the couch.”
I scurry to obey, placing my knees on the front edge of the couch cushions then leaning forward with my hands and cheek resting on the back. My ass and pussy are on full display for Van now, and his low groan tells me he likes the view very much. He steps closer until he’s right behind me and sets his hands on my hips, then glides them down to the globes of my ass.
“Good girl, querida,” he says in a gruff voice.
Then he drops to his knees and presses his nose right against my sex and breaths in deeply as he nuzzles my wet folds. His tongue flicks out and licks me from front to back in a long, slow glide that has me moaning with pleasure.
“You taste and smell so fucking good,” he growls out against my pussy, and I shudder at the sweet vibration of his voice.
“More,” I demand.
His right hand smacks down hard on my right ass cheek, the blow sending a bolt of pleasure straight to my core. “You don’t make demands when we’re naked together, querida. You take what I give you and like it.”
“Yes,” I mewl, so unlike me, and wriggle backwards to get his mouth on me again.
He spanks my other cheek. “Be still.”
I try my best despite my body trembling with lust and anticipation, and it must be enough because he puts his mouth on me again a moment later.
“Oh fuck,” I moan out as he licks my pussy again, the feel of his tongue rasping over my clit sending a jolt of heat throughout my entire body.
He growls against my folds and eats me out in earnest, his lips and tongue working their magic on my body as his hands pull my ass cheeks apart for better access. He works me to the edge of orgasm and holds me there with precision and skill like I’ve never experienced with a man before. It’s the most wondrous torture I’ve ever felt. His sweet mouth leaves not a single part of me unexplored. All the while our auras burn with desire, twining and coiling together in perfect harmony together. It goes on and on until I think I’ll lose my mind if I don’t come soon.
He pulls away, leaving me whimpering in dismay. “Now beg for your release, Harlow,” he growls out. “Beg for it, and I’ll give it to you.”
Now, I’ve never begged for anything in my entire adult life. I learned the folly of that in my childhood. It just shows weakness and gives someone else power over you they can exploit. But right now, with his aura showing me just how much he wants and needs this, I feel no qualms about giving this to him. I know he’d never use it against me. I know I’m safe with him.
“Please, Van,” I say, my voice wavering with need. “Please let me come. I need it.”
He lets out a low growl of satisfaction as his fingers sink deeper into my flesh. “Yes,” he snarls, then buries his face in my pussy again.
This time his tongue attacks my clit with merciless intent, and I’m so worked up that it only takes seconds for me to fly. I scream out his name as a shock wave of pleasure erupts from my core and streaks outward all the way to my fingers and toes. My insides clench and my back arches as I ride wave after wave of the ecstasy that wracks my body. I swoon and collapse onto the couch in a boneless heap as my orgasm ebbs and Van flips me over and pulls me into his arms. He kisses me as aftershocks ripple through me, and I love my musky flavor on his lips. I latch my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck as I sink into his embrace. If this is how it feels before he even puts his cock inside me, I’m not sure I’ll survive it when he does.
He pulls his mouth from mine and stands, lifting me up with him, then carries me across my tiny living room to the short hall that leads to my bedroom. Once inside, he strides to my bed and lays me down on the wadded up bedding. I wasn’t sleeping when he showed up, just tossing and turning in my bed while wracked with guilt over the plans I made behind his back earlier tonight. I should tell him about it now that his mother’s choice of words gives him tacit permission to steal the ring, but I’m not sure if I should just yet. Fortunately, our sexy time activities give me the perfect excuse to put that decision off for now.
He follows me down onto the bed, then hovers over me with silvery eyes and a sexy smile. I thrust my hands up into his hair and pull his mouth down to mine for another fiery kiss as his hips come to rest between my thighs. The underside of his hard cock nestles against my already wet folds, and I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips as he thrusts against me, rubbing just right over my swollen, sensitive clit.
We kiss like this for long, languid moments of pure euphoria as our bodies undulate together, our hands roving all over each other’s skin. I lose track of time, unable to differentiate my soul from his as our auras swirl together over and over again. I’ve never felt so good in a man’s arms like this before, never felt so safe in my life. It’s a foreign concept that I can barely wrap my head around, but it feels so right.
Van pulls away with a heaving breath. “Dios mío,” he forces out as we both pant for air. “I can’t stop kissing you.”
“Then don’t,” I tell him with a smirk, loving the effect I’m having on his control.
He smiles, then delves in again, kissing me into insensibility until I’m forced to pull away to catch my breath.
“I want you to come one more time, querida,” he says in a tense voice that tells me he’s on the verge of losing control, and I can’t wait. “One more time, and then I’ll fuck you.”
His hips keep rocking against mine, his cock pressing into my clit in a swirling motion that has me seeing stars. He buries his fingers in my hair and kisses me again. I can’t withstand the onslaught and fall apart in his arms, keening out my release as I dig my nails into his back and writhe beneath him. When I come to my senses again, he’s pushing my knees up to my chest and notching the head of his cock against my soaked entrance.
His glowing silver eyes lock on mine. “Grab the headboard and don’t let go or come until I say,” he demands, his voice a deep, animalistic growl that makes my pussy clench.
“Yes, Van,” I reply in a breathless whimper as I clutch the cheap brass of the headboard in my hands, eager for him to fill the emptiness I’ve felt inside me since the moment we met. The emptiness that only he can fill. I close my eyes, waiting for that first glorious moment of penetration.
“Look at me, Harlow,” he says in a commanding tone that I can’t deny. “Look at me when I sink inside you.”
I open my eyes to meet his gaze, and he presses into me with a slow and measured push that forces a long moan out of me. Holy shit, nothing has ever felt so good as he fills me up, deeper and deeper, until he’s fully seated inside me. He feels so big as my body clenches around him in tiny spasms that hint at the inevitable orgasm I know will come soon. Then an unexpected shiver of magic skitters across my skin. Van’s eyes flare into an even brighter silver, an inhuman growl rumbling up from his chest as a shudder wracks his entire body. He must have felt it, too.
In its wake, his aura seems to brighten, and I can feel every nuance of his emotions when before they were just general impressions to me. Every bit of his joy and pleasure in our joining is laid out for me to feel. So is his affection for me, and even hints of the pain and sorrow that always seem to afflict him. His aura is laid bare to me in vivid detail, like I’ve never experienced before, and it’s as wondrous as it is terrifying. Especially knowing that he can feel mine just as easily.
“Harlow?” he asks as he trembles above me, his eyes wide and his voice uncertain. He’s just as stunned as I am.
I shake my head, feeling a little freaked out myself. But then his hips shift enough to make a wave of pleasure quake through me. I moan as my insides pulse around him, and Van’s eyes roll back in his head with a groan. He pulls back and thrusts himself back into me, and I suddenly don’t care what’s happening between us if it feels this good. He pistons into me again, this time harder and with intent. I gasp as stars burst to life behind my eyelids and arch against him with how good he feels fucking into me and how good it feels to him, too. He thrusts again and again, each one better than the last as our pleasure rises higher and higher until I can’t even form a thought. I hover on the edge of an orgasm, grasping tight onto my control so I don’t disobey Van’s order not to come until he says I can. I fight it tooth and nail until I’m on the verge of falling apart.
“Van,” I cry out in desperation. I want to come so badly, but I want to please him more, and I won’t last much longer if he doesn’t let up and have mercy on me.
“Come,” he says, drilling in hard and hitting my G-spot with uncanny accuracy.
I scream as I rocket into the sky, and Van keeps moving above me, catapulting me even higher as he groans at my pleasure. It’s unlike any release I’ve ever had before, so intense and heightened by Van’s enjoyment of it. When it ends, Van is grinning down at me with a smug expression. He knows exactly what he did to me, felt every nuance of my orgasm. If I had known sex between us would be like this, I wouldn’t have gone along with his plan to deny our soul bond.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, then kisses me again with deep penetrating sweeps of his tongue.
His scruffy beard feels so good, rasping against my cheeks. I moan and lose myself in the push and pull between us. Kissing has never felt this good before, either. I release the death grip I have on the headboard and burrow my fingers into Van’s soft black hair. And he doesn’t stop me or correct me, too lost in our kiss to care. Instead, he wraps my legs around his waist and pulls me up off the bed into his arms. He settles back onto his heels and I sink even farther onto his cock, whimpering into his kisses as I latch my arms around his neck.
He grips my hips and lifts me up, then drops me back down so his cock sinks deep inside me. I orgasm again without his permission, but he doesn’t call me out on disobeying him. I think he’s too lost in this moment to care right along with me. My release is so out-of-this-world incredible that I forget to kiss him back. Hell, I damn near forget my own fucking name. I’ll gladly sit on his cock for the foreseeable future, if this is how good it feels.
“Van,” I whimper when my release fades away, my head lulling against his shoulder in the aftermath.
“I’ve got you, querida,” he murmurs as he holds me close.
He continues rocking me on and off his cock again, the pleasure building quickly toward another release I fear might leave me unconscious this time. Van buries his face against my neck, nipping and sucking at my skin with low, animalistic growls. I pull at his hair and chant his name with each thrust, feeling my consciousness fray along the edges. He pumps my hips against his harder and faster, each thrust taking my breath away until I can’t tell where I end and he begins. His growls turn to snarls as he chases our orgasms with savage intensity. And when the pleasure finally crests, we both tumble over together into pure bliss. I quake and spasm against him, my insides pulsing and squeezing around him, milking every drop of his seed from his shuddering body. Our auras fuse into one brilliant and glorious light that burns away any fear or doubt we have toward each other or our bond. We’re one now.
Van holds me close as we come back down to earth, his lips pressing gentle kisses to my shoulder. He lifts his head and captures my gaze with an intense silvery stare.
“You’re mine now, Harlow,” he tells me, his voice fierce with conviction. “You’re mine, and I’ll never let you go.”
I swoon at his words, feeling it right down to my very bones as I nod in agreement, too overwhelmed to speak. No one has ever laid claim to me like this before. No one has ever chosen me like Van just did, either. I realize in this moment how very much I’ve longed for this my entire life, but was in complete denial over, too wrapped up in being strong and standing on my own for so long. But I don’t have to now. I’m not alone in this fucked up world anymore, and I know what I have to do to ensure that never changes.
A fierce wave of protectiveness and determination falls over me as Van lays me down on the mattress, then wraps his warm body and his aura around mine like a fuzzy, comforting blanket as I drift off toward sleep. In the morning, I’m going to tell him about my plan to nab the ring tomorrow night. He needs to know that much. But what I won’t tell him about is my brand new plan. The one where I kill Móira the Gray, and finally and unequivocally set Van free.