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He would forgive them no more than he had forgiven his grandfather.
H. R. bared his teeth in fury. The first Leo. The first ever created, the first to escape. And in escaping, he had gained the fortune H. R. 's grandfather had secretly stolen from beneath his wife's nose, then vanished without a trace.
The bastard. H. R. 's family had suffered. They had fought and scraped after his death, until H. R. 's mother had married into the powerful Alonzo family.
His grandfather had betrayed them for his animal son.
Henry swore again, as he had for decades, that each Breed would pay. That he would personally see to it that they were wiped from the face of the earth. They were abominations. Creatures. They had no right to life, and he would make certain they returned to the hell from which they had been spawned. They could join ole Henry Vanderale Demarcy within the fires of everlasting judgment. And he would be the one to send them there.
CHAPTER 21
Wicked, erotic sensuality wrapped around Lance's senses as he leaned against the wall, just inside the door of his home, and stared down in pleasure. Harmony wasn't a woman to be denied when she decided she wanted something. She'd had his jeans loose before they reached the house, her wicked nails torturing his cock as he fought for breath.
He had no more than managed to get them into the house, than the door slammed behind them and she was on her knees. She was on her knees now, and his were threatening to collapse.
He couldn't take his eyes off her. The sight of her face, her eyes closed, her expression sensual and flushed as he filled her mouth with his cock.
Slick, heated, her tongue licked over the bulging crest before she sucked it noisily to her throat and drove him crazy with the little rumbling growls that vibrated against it. Clenching his hands in her hair, he braced his back against the wall and fought for control. Control nothing— hell, he needed strength to stay on his feet. The little wanton was sucking it out of him one moist inch at a time as he panted from the pleasure.
"I'm definitely going to have to spank you. " As soon as he could catch his breath. "God, baby… yeah. Your mouth is so fucking good. "
It was beyond good. It was the second most wondrous place on the earth. The first was wet and hot and waited between her luscious thighs.
Another hard, rumbling purr vibrated in her throat. He swore he felt it clear to his balls. Kneading her hair, he clenched his teeth and fought past the dizzying sensations threatening to swamp him. Hell, he didn't want to come yet. Not yet. Not when it felt so fucking good. When the passion and arousal that transformed Harmony's face held him spellbound.
"Fuck!" His lips pulled back from his teeth as her eyes opened slowly, the engorged head popping free of her lips so her tongue could lick.
She licked like she held a favored treat, curling her hot little tongue beneath the swollen crest before covering it once more with her mouth.
"Witch," he panted. "That hot little mouth is going to get you spanked. " He could see her bare bottom turned up to him now, blushing from his hand as the soft, silken folds below it glistened with her cream.
She hummed heatedly.
"Like that thought?" He fought to breathe as her hand stroked the length of flesh her mouth couldn't consume. Lower, her other hand cupped and massaged his balls, her nails scraping at the flesh with such destructive pleasure he swore he was going to come any second.
She stole his sanity. She was wrapped so firmly around his soul that each touch, each look from her was heaven. This surpassed pleasure though.
Sweat gathered on his forehead, on his chest where his unbuttoned shirt clung to his skin. A ragged moan tore from his lips as her mouth tightened then released him. Her tongue was just killing him.
"I'm not going to be able to hold on, baby. " He blinked the sweat from his eyes, his hands tightening in her hair as he tried to pull her from him.
Her teeth scraped warningly. That should have hurt. He didn't like teeth against his cock. But the barest edge raked against him, sending a sunburst exploding before his vision with the pleasure. At the same time, her strokes deepened, the suckling of her mouth intensified, and he was lost. Lance heard his own shout, hoarse with tortured pleasure, as he erupted in her mouth. His cock jerked, throbbed, then his seed spilled to her waiting tongue in hard, heavy spurts. Each eruption had his body jerking as she continued to suckle him gently. His breath wheezed from his chest, his knees nearly buckled, and he leaned forward to counter the weakness.
"God, yeah…" he groaned. "Sweet heaven. Sweet baby. " He was racked by ecstasy and helpless in the grip of it as a final, desperate stream of semen filled her mouth.
She
pulled back then, the feel of her lips raking over his cock sending hard tremors of pleasure racing through his nerve endings, as he yanked her quickly to her feet. He was not going to make it to the bed. It just wasn't possible. Lifting her into his arms, he ignored her frantic objection as he stepped to the living room. There was no time to undress her. If he didn't get inside her, he was going to go crazy with the need. Stepping before the deep, heavily pillowed chair that just happened to be the first item of furniture he came to, Lance placed her quickly on her feet.
"Turn. " He turned her around as his hands went to the clasp and zipper of her pants.
"There's a couch…"
"Fuck it. "
"Floor. " She was breathing just as hard as he was, her hands fumbling with his pants as he released hers.
"Bend over. "
