Night Fall on Dark Mountain by Delilah Devlin Page B

guessed her darkest needs and used every one against her to prove his mastery of her.
    She was his whore, his slave, his bitch. And she thought she might even love him.
    “I can’t breathe,” Stasia whispered beneath him.
    Alec roused from where he lay slumped over her back, naked, replete. They were still joined like two dogs tied, panting. He kissed her shoulder, knowing an apology would be inappropriate and possibly a setback in her “training”.
    Weary to his soul, and feeling more than a little shocked at himself and her, he lifted off her and slowly pulled his cock free from her ass. Each inch away from her tight heat deepened a feeling of loss.
    When at last she’d surrendered and welcomed him into her body, he’d felt connected, part of her. Now, he noted the stiffness of her shoulders and the shallow little breaths she took as the tension returned.
    “Don’t move from that position,” he said, keeping his voice harsh. “I’ll be right back.”
    He didn’t bother to wait and see whether she obeyed. He thought his domination was so fresh she just might obey—at least for now. But there was more he wanted to do for her. Ways he could say he was sorry without diminishing her respect for his strength.
    He’d never been into the BDSM scene, wasn’t even sure if that’s what they were doing here, but he’d recognized her need to be subdued instinctively. Stubborn, beautiful, brave…but deep inside she craved to give up control, to be taken by a man. One strong enough and sane enough not to use her surrender to do her harm.
    Running the tap in his private bathroom, he grabbed a stack of paper towels and wet them, then returned to find Stasia in exactly the same position he’d left her. Her bottom was still bright red from her spanking, and her pussy was swollen and dripping.
    He parted her buttocks and cleaned her, then used fresh towels to scrape the come from her inner thighs.
    Stasia remained silent, acquiescent, and still leashed by the belt cinched around her wrists.
    When he’d finished cleaning her, he knelt and lapped at her pussy. Licking softly and blowing to cool the heat emanating from her swollen, abused flesh.
    Stasia sighed. “That’s nice.” She sounded a little hoarse.
    Alec kissed her clit and gave into the urge that had gripped him the moment he’d stepped into his office and spied her bottom wagging at him. He suckled her pussy, drawing her lips into his mouth, drinking their spent excitement. When she squirmed, he licked along her seam in long soothing strokes, spearing deep to lap at her inner walls until her soft cries filled the air again.
    After she orgasmed sweetly against his tongue, he removed the belt and drew her into his arms. He sat with her draped across his lap on the floor, his back against the desk.
    “What are we going to do, Alec?” she asked sleepily.
    Reminded of his brother below, hours from certain death, he clutched her close and kissed her moist temple. “Baby, I haven’t a clue.”
    *
    “I’d never have pegged Alec for the kinky sort,” Joe drawled from the cot snuggled against the far wall of the cell.
    Max snorted, glad the sounds of the sexual battle coming through the floor above had finally stopped. “He’d have to be to keep Stasi happy.” He eased apart his legs to relieve the ache. Stasi’s mewling cries had brought back pleasant memories.
    “I take it you two were close?”
    Max’s lips curved in the darkness. “Fucked like bunny rabbits.”
    “So, why’d it end?”
    Max shrugged and leaned against the bars. “I had a job to do.”
    “Killing vampires.”
    Max shot him a glance over his shoulder. “That wasn’t the main directive. That was just an added bonus,” he said, a grin stretching his lips wider.
    “Think he’ll really get us that interview?”
    “Yeah,” he said, distracted by an unidentifiable sound coming from the direction of the stairs beyond the row of storage cages.
    “They’re gonna kill us, aren’t