Cyrus: #11 (Luna Lodge) Read online

  They couldn’t stop now. That’d just be cruel. She was ready. Her damp panties only confirmed it.

  “I want to be inside you,” he said bluntly.

  She gasped. In her entire life, she’d never run into a man so honest about sex.

  “I want…” she started. She trailed off with a sigh and took several deep breaths.

  What did she want? This was well past standard protocol. She was absolutely certain Woods and his people would be enraged if they knew what she was doing. It wasn’t exactly like she was keeping her professional distance.

  Still, it’s not that they had a say. No, she was her own woman, and when it came to her body, she decided. If Richard cared so much about her objectivity, he wouldn’t have been making passes at her.

  “I want you too,” she said quietly.

  Having all he needed, Cyrus pulled her flush against him. April yelped as her dress tore slightly at the seams.

  “My dress,” she huffed.

  Cyrus leaned in and placed his mouth over one of her hardened nipples still covered by the dress.

  “Casualty of war,” he said with a grin.

  He’d rip apart every last piece of clothing she had at that point. He wanted her. She wanted him. He wouldn’t let anything stop him now.

  His teeth clamped down on the peak. Her reaction came instantly. April clenched her legs around his thighs and pressed herself hard against his erection. He’d not thought he could get any harder, but he was wrong.

  Sweat broke out on his brow as he tried to maintain his control. He wanted this to last. He needed it to last.

  Cyrus wanted to make her feel good over and over and when she was at the brink of ecstasy, he wanted to fill her with himself. Their first time together would be perfect.

  His hands fumbled with the back of the dress, but the zipper finally gave way and slid down her back. Soft skin grazed his fingers as he slipped them inside. When he’d reached the bottom, Cyrus pulled back and slipped the dress off her upper half.

  Black lace still covered her breasts. Her hard nipples were visible behind the sheer fabric. Cyrus groaned as he leaned in.

  “Beautiful,” he whispered.

  He could hear April start to protest his assessment, but the words died in her mouth as he found her other nipple.

  She lolled her head back and arched into him, giving him all the access he hungered for.

  Cyrus pulled her against him. Her wet pussy dripped against his jeans and only made him want bare skin. His cock wept for her, straining against his pants.

  He reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. Cyrus yanked the material off her and was glad to have full access to her pink buds.

  His mouth closed over one as he gently rolled the other between his fingers.

  April rocked hard against him now, looking for some release.

  He switched to the other side as a hand made its way down to where they were joined. Cyrus wanted to see her face as she came undone, to stare into her eyes and know that he was the one causing her to lose control.

  Wet fabric met his fingers. Not stopping there, he moved below the band and groaned when his fingers slipped between her very wet folds.

  “Shit,” April groaned.

  He could feel himself getting sucked into the moment by her little grunts and moans as he slipped his fingers over her hard clit and then deep inside her.

  April brought her hands to his shoulders. Her nails bit into the skin there as she rocked his fingers to fuck her.

  Cyrus watched as her cheeks flushed with need, and her center grew even more wet.

  “I’m going—” he panted.

  “Let go,” he ordered.

  As if on command, April stiffened. He could feel her insides squeeze him hard as her climax washed over her.

  Her pink lips parted as she looked down at him, shivers wracking her body as she did so.

  Her green eyes fixed on him as the last waves died in her.

  April leaned down, and for a moment he thought she was going to kiss him until she turned her mouth to his ear.

  “I want you inside me… now.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Her words were all he needed.

  Cyrus stood with her still sitting on him. Instantly, her legs wrapped around his body. She clung onto him, ready for whatever was next, eager to have him inside of her.

  He carried her into the other room and kicked the door shut as soon as they entered. Only a thin stream of moonlight kept away total darkness, just enough so she could see the outline of his face. The darkness made the amber glow from his eyes stand out.

  April stared at him, entranced by his eyes, which were both eerie and beautiful at the same time. Suddenly, he dropped her on the bed. She let out a quiet yelp.

  With one yank, Cyrus pulled her dress off her body and tossed it across the room. Her panties quickly met the same fate.

  She sat up on her elbows, hoping to catch the show of him stripping, but Cyrus was too fast. His clothes formed a pile on the floor before she could even register just how fast he had been. Apparently, her man was eager, very eager.

  Fear crept into her mind for the first time. She felt him on the couch. It hadn’t sunk in before, but he was larger than normal. Or at least her normal.

  She realized just what having him inside her might be like and wasn’t so sure that she was ready for that, especially since it’d been a while since she’d last had sex.

  Firm hands skimmed her thighs. Passion and desire smothered her fear. Some things were worth the risk. She shook with anticipation.

  Then she was being lifted. Or at least her lower half was.

  April opened her mouth to say something but stopped when a warm tongue pressed into her center. A flare of warmth shot through her, and her toes curled.

  “Holy crap,” she moaned.

  Cyrus didn’t say anything, but instead pressed his mouth firmly against her, skimming her clit with his teeth. A small shudder shook her insides from the pressure.

  He slipped inside her. His tongue filled her as it darted in and out, wiggling inside.

  April squirmed in his hold, the pulse of another climax not far away.

  She grabbed the bed as Cyrus continued to pump inside her with his magical tongue. Each movement brought her closer and closer to the edge.

  “Wait!” she said, almost shouting.

  Cyrus leaned back from her center. “Did I do something wrong?” he asked.

  April shook her head. “No, it was right. A bit too right.” She nibbled her lip and felt her face flush. “I don’t just want your tongue. I want… you inside me the next time.”

  He lowered her slowly to the bed and slipped between her legs as he lay on the bed. Cyrus perched on his elbows as he looked down at her.

  “You tasted good, and I wanted to see you come again,” he said softly.

  April reached up and placed a hand against his cheek. “And I want to see you.”

  His eyes flared a bright yellow. He breathed in deeply.

  A second later, she felt his thick head pressed at her center. She dropped her hand as he pushed inside.

  The thick member slipped in with far more ease than she would have thought. Her wet center only pulled him in as he went.

  Cyrus stopped when he was nearly all the way in.

  April frowned. “What?”

  He shook his head. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  April wrapped her legs around him and pulled him down hard against her. She groaned loudly as he filled her all the way.

  Full. That was how she felt, full. Exquisite and glorious. She’d never felt such fullness in her entire life.

  Cyrus stilled over her, and she flexed her hips and shifted. He groaned loudly.

  “Fuck,” he grunted.

  April looked up to his face. His eyes were clamped shut, and little beads of sweat dotted his brow.

  “Are you okay?” she asked.

  “Just…” he said. “Just trying to hold on.�
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  She frowned. Hold on to what? Then it dawned on her. He was trying to keep some sort of control. No way. If she were going to lose control, so would he.

  April squeezed her insides, feeling the full girth of him being massaged by her pussy. Her breath hitched.

  Cyrus grunted again. She sat up a little and placed her mouth against his ear.

  “I don’t want you to hold on,” she whispered. “I want to hold on as you hammer into me.”

  His eyes flipped open, and she was stunned for a moment by the brilliance of their light. Something had clicked for him.

  Cyrus pulled out a little and quickly slammed back into her. April moaned as he did so.

  He pounded into her over and over, their wet skin slapping in the darkness as he pushed himself totally inside her with each thrust.

  He sat up on his knees, and April stared up at his massive form. His thick muscles moved as his body rocked into her. She moaned loudly as her orgasm started to flutter inside her. Some of the moans even turned into screams.

  It only seemed to push him further and faster with each thrust. He slammed himself so deep inside her she could feel him reaching the very end of her.

  She shook now, her body responding to his deep hammering.

  She came around him as he shouted his release. His hot seed filled her.

  Drained, Cyrus collapsed on her. She let her eyes close as she caught her breath. His cock was still inside her, but she didn’t resist as sleep came for both of them.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Cozy. So cozy.

  April woke up with a thick arm draped over her waist, a calloused hand resting against the pillow of her stomach. She shifted and felt the powerful chest of Cyrus pressed against her back. His mouth was near her neck, sending out puffs of air as he slept behind her.

  She wished she never had to get up. Snuggled there with him, the only way she could describe it was warm and contented. She wasn’t sure if she’d ever been so satisfied in her entire life as she was at that moment.

  A smile grew across her face. Last night had been amazing. In addition to the contented thoughts and feelings swirling through her, she also felt a delicious ache from great sex. And it’d been a long time since she’d experienced that, far too long.

  Soft lips kissed along her neck, and the smile on her face spread. April turned to stare at the sleepy face of the man next to her, the man responsible for all the wonderful feelings she was now experiencing. His soft yellow eyes watched her, fixed on her own.

  “Good morning,” he said, his voice a gravelly sort of growl.

  Unable to help the response her body had, April failed to hide her shiver.

  Jeez. The man could light her up just with a “good morning.” So much for self-control. Not that she really minded. Not if he’d keep making her feel so good.

  “Morning,” she said softly.

  Cyrus pulled her naked body against his and placed a soft kiss on her lips. She could feel the growing link between them, but he kept the kiss soft and sweet. Last night he’d shown his passion, now he was showing his feelings weren’t just about getting laid.

  He groaned loudly as he pulled away from her mouth. “I don’t want to stop, but I think we need some breakfast before we continue that kiss.”

  As much as April liked the sweet kiss, she wouldn’t have minded a return to the purer passion. She nibbled her lip, still not quite so sure he was right about that breakfast before anything else, but he was already up and out of the bed before she could say anything.

  Unwilling to stop herself, she watched from the bed. Now that he was fully naked in the daylight, she could see every muscle in his body. They proved the power and strength that he commanded. The sight of him turned her on once more, and she sucked in a breath.

  He was a sight she’d be more than happy to wake up to every morning.

  Cyrus slipped on his jeans and stopped to stare at her. His beautiful eyes flashed gold, and a low rumble filled the room.

  “Keep staring at me like that, and I’m going to have to do something,” he said.

  Her body responded to him instantly. Her nipples tightened, and her center became slick with need. Cyrus glanced away and took in a deep breath. When he looked back at her, his eyes were glowing bright yellow again.

  “You’re going to need your breakfast for what I’ve got planned for you,” he rumbled.

  April nodded. She had no idea what she was nodding for, but figured if it had anything to do with Cyrus and the bed, she was all for it.

  She glanced over at a clock. It was still fairly early. Her first appointment wasn’t for some time.

  The thought dampened her enthusiasm for a second. She still had her job to do, and now there were definite questions of objectivity hanging over the whole situation.

  Her desire pushed away those thoughts. The bridge had already been crossed, and she still would do her job. Whether she liked Cyrus or not didn’t make her any less a dedicated observer. She’d examine the records, interview people, and do everything she needed to do.

  Maybe a little water would help wash away her worries. “I’m just going to take a quick shower.”

  Cyrus nodded. “I’ll get some breakfast.”

  She watched as he left the room, his chest still bare. She admired his back and let her gaze flick down to his firm ass. And what a firm ass it was.

  April shook her head. She’d never been the sort to ogle someone before. Still, if she were going to ogle, it might as well be someone worth staring at. She’d dated a decent number of men, several she thought were athletic, but they all paled in comparison to her hybrid lover and his glorious muscles.

  She climbed slowly out of bed, yawning at the same time. The air nipped at her naked body, still chilled from the cool winter night. She wished she would have asked for a robe or something before Cyrus left.

  Now out of the bed, she searched for her clothes, only vaguely recalling where he’d tossed them the night before. Across the room, she found her panties in the corner.

  Her bra was nowhere to be found, but likely lay on the couch where they had been sitting last night. April reached into his closet and pulled out a T-shirt. It would be large on her but was better than putting on the dress she’d had on last night, especially since he’d ripped the sides.

  Her cheeks warmed at the very thought. She’d never been with someone like Cyrus before. He was aggressive. Very aggressive. And even a bit unpredictable.

  That kind of behavior was something she never thought she’d be into, but it excited her. She didn’t know what he was going to do next, and yet she trusted him.

  It was almost kind of odd. She really didn’t know him all that much better than when she first arrived at Luna Lodge, but every part of her—mind, body, and soul—told her she could trust him. Yes, he’d saved her life, but it went beyond that.

  April stepped into the bathroom off the master bedroom and turned on the shower. She pulled a towel from the cupboard and placed it on the counter. She wasn’t looking for a long shower. She just wanted a little bit of warm water to help with her muscles.

  When she stepped into the hot spray, the heat penetrated the muscles that had been worked, relaxing them almost instantly. While April wouldn’t say that she was particularly inexperienced when it came to sex, she’d never really had that many boyfriends. And not a single one remotely compared to Cyrus.

  She soaped up her hands and ran them over her body. She was slightly sore but nothing that would stop her from hopping right back into the bed with him.

  A small smile filled her face. Insatiable. She’d heard a few women toss the term around when they got a new boyfriend and never quite understood.

  Now she did. She’d never had a man worth being insatiable over.

  She could spend all day with Cyrus in bed and still not feel like she had gotten enough. There was something about being with him that just felt so right. So complete.

  She shook her head. So many times she�
�d laughed at women who claimed love at first sight.

  Now here she was wondering if all this time she’d been wrong.

  She blinked at the thought. Love? Is that what this was? She wasn’t a horny teenager. She could separate passion from love, but her feelings for him already went well beyond just wanting sex. It was crazy.

  Christ, one time with the guy, and she was already plotting their lives out.

  No. She needed to keep things in check and keep perspective. Maybe there was a future with Cyrus. Maybe there wasn’t. But she’d wreck everything if she pushed forward blindly.

  That was how things ended badly for people. Making assumptions that weren’t there.

  She wondered if Cyrus felt the same way. She found it hard to believe a man could kiss her like that and not feel the same strong pull. But then again, she just really didn’t know him well.

  No, she would take this one day at a time. And it wouldn’t hurt that those would be some very fun days in the meantime.

  She finished scrubbing her body and hair. She turned off the shower and stepped out onto the mat. She toweled off her hair and wrapped it around her body. Thick steam filled the air.

  April opened the door just a crack and paused at the sound of deep male voices.

  “So you made her yours,” a man said. “That should help gain her trust.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Irritation shot through Cyrus. It’d been a good morning. He’d woken up beside his Vestal after a great night of sex. She was happy. He was happy.

  Then Titus had to show up. The last thing Cyrus needed was for the other man to come and stick his nose into his business. It didn’t help that things weren’t as far along as Titus would have liked.

  Cyrus had shared one night together with April. It wasn’t like it’d been a prime opportunity to explain the whole Vestal situation. If anything, it’d probably complicate things.

  Besides, Titus’s presence was nothing more than a giant cockblock as far as any morning fun was concerned. Cyrus needed to get him out of there, and fast.