His Darkest Hunger Page 20

Libby felt a spark of danger and the air seemed to thicken. She began to pant, feeling light-headed. It only worsened as his eyes moved over her body, and the dangerous sensations morphed into a desire that burned hot as his eyes claimed hers. They seemed to glow with a fire that raged from deep within, and she looked away, a small cry torn from her throat at the intensity of the animalistic need they so blatantly projected.

  Her nipples, already hard and puckered with desire, chafed against the soft cotton T-shirt, and she felt liquid gathering between her legs as she shook her head in awe of this beautiful body on display.

  He had not one scrap of clothing on, and the fine sheen of sweat emphasized the hardness of his corded abs and impressive shoulders. The tattoos appeared to glow, adrift in a sea of iridescent waves that made them seem alive.

  Her eyes fell lower, down past his belly, past the soft curls that led to his straining shaft. Jaxon was aroused, and her hands crept toward his hardness. A small smile played around her generous lips when she heard the hiss escape his mouth as her fingers closed around the straining length of him.

  He was all hardness, enveloped in a glove of velvet softness. His cock was huge and seemed to swell as her fingers slowly massaged him from base to tip. She looked up at him then, his desire a blatant invitation, saw his hands clench at his sides and sensed his body tighten as she licked her lips.

  “You are a beautiful man, Jaxon.”

  When she bent toward him, she felt him tremble beneath her touch, and when she took him deep into the hot recesses of her mouth, he groaned loudly. She suckled him, teased and tugged. When his hands found their way toward her and his fingers buried themselves deep into her hair, she smiled against him, loving the way he felt.

  “Libby. Babe, you gotta stop.” His voice was hoarse, yet she continued her ministrations, ignoring his entreaties.

  She wanted to pleasure him, to show him what was buried inside her.

  She wanted her actions to speak for her, and hoped that he would know what it was she couldn’t vocalize.

  Jaxon, however, was having none of it. As excitement rippled over his skin, he pulled back and his hands gently pushed her away. She let go of him, her tongue flicking out one last time, eliciting a wicked grin from him as he knelt down.

  “Libby, I—”

  “Shush. No words. No talking.” Their eyes locked as she spoke softly. “Show me what you feel.”

  Her voice was barely above a whisper, but the need she felt lay heavy in every syllable she’d uttered. His hands reached for her thin T-shirt and her arms were already up in the air, anticipation rocking her to the core. She ignored the twinge in her side as the material was slowly pulled upward. It caressed her skin, and when it dragged across her full, ripe breasts, she couldn’t hold back the groan that fell from her lips.

  His mouth was upon them immediately, his tongue encircling the soft swollen peaks, and his teeth tugged slightly, spreading sharp pleasure into fragments that went straight down to her belly. His wet mouth was relentless, and her hands crept up into the thickness atop his head, her fingers rough as she urged him on, her breasts straining for his touch, wanting him to taste and torture. The pleasure was so exquisite it hurt.

  His mouth continued to rain fire upon her flesh, and while his hands massaged the large globes, he nibbled the base of her neck, sending a plethora of shivers through her. Her head lolled to the side as weakness attacked her knees, and he took full advantage of the soft skin that lay exposed to him.

  She could barely breathe, and squeaked softly when his warm tongue lapped at the tender spot just beneath her earlobe. She sighed as she leaned into him. He’d always made a point of touching her there, and she smiled at the way their bodies felt so alive when they were making love.

  “Jaxon, don’t stop.” She barely managed to get the words out, as he kept up his very special brand of torture.

  When finally his mouth arrived at her chin, she was a mass of nerves. Her fingers dug into his scalp as she claimed his lips with her own. Her mouth was open and his tongue invaded the velvety recesses without hesitation. He tasted just the way she remembered, and she felt him tremble as her tongue arced into his. The sensations were incredible, and as the throb between her legs reacted to both his tongue and the callused hands that were playing havoc with her breasts, she arched her body.

  She began to gyrate her hips, slowly, dancing to a rhythm older than she cared to imagine. When his lips broke from hers, she caught her breath at the look in the dark recesses of his eyes. His hands slowly encircled her face and his mouth met hers once more. His eyes claimed hers and he refused to break contact as he deepened the kiss.

  His dark eyes shone like glistening onyx, and as his mouth slowly caressed every soft crevice of her own, his actions spoke volumes to her soul.

  No words were needed.

  Jaxon Castille loved her, and God help her, she felt the same insane way about him.

  In spite of everything.

  Gently, he lowered her back onto the bedroll, his eyes devouring the softness that lay exposed. “You are so beautiful.” His voice was hoarse with need. “I want to taste every inch of your body.”

  His hands caressed her belly, and he smiled as her muscles clenched and her hips bucked up toward him. He followed her hands to the waistband of her pants, and as their eyes met, gentleness was replaced with fervor as she struggled to get out of them.

  The need to have him buried deep inside swept over her. She hissed as her legs moved, and the friction that nipped between her thighs drove her to distraction. There, the small nub buried inside the wet folds of her sex began to ache and pulse with an urgency that was relentless. It was almost unbearable.

  “I want—” She gasped as pleasure rifled through her body, so intense it was almost painful.

  She felt the liquid candy that had flooded her there, and smelled the fruits of her arousal as it lay heavy in the jungle air. Jaxon growled, and she knew her scent was driving him crazy. His hands grabbed the waistband of her pants and he literally ripped them from her limbs.

  She’d been given no undergarments, and his black gaze devoured her heated core, his fingers seeking out the blond curls that encircled her secret place. And when they invaded the aching lips, she bucked wildly, her arms reaching for him as her passion reached new heights.

  “That feels so good,” she groaned softly, still gasping for air.

  He continued to watch her as his hands gently caressed and teased, applying just the right pressure where it ached, to elicit even more small groans of delight. When two long fingers found their way deep into her channel, the pressure began to build and spread like a wildfire.

  “Please, Jaxon. I need you.” Her eyes looked deeply into his as her fingers clawed into the broad shoulders and then down his powerful back until they came to rest on his muscular backside. She urged him forward, her legs spread wide as she opened herself up to him fully.

  “I need you inside of me.”

  Jaxon swore at her brazen words, and she felt a thrill of excitement shoot through her as his knees nudged hers even wider and he settled his large frame between them. He kissed her, his tongue licking her swollen lips and his powerful arms enclosing her in his embrace. His eyes were so dark with desire she was utterly transfixed as he growled and plunged himself into her waiting heat.

  Her body stretched to accommodate his size and her muscles clenched against him as he began to move. Slowly at first, each thrust touching off a million spokes of pleasure that coursed through her body, sizzling against nerve endings already heated with desire. Her violet eyes darkened, the pupils fully dilated, and she held his gaze prisoner as they slowly rocked together.

  “I’ve never wanted you more than I do right now.” Jaxon’s words fell like drops of gold from his lips, and Libby closed her eyes at the joy they brought her.

  She urged him on, slowly increasing the rhythm, and murmured, “There has never been anyone else. Only you.”

  When she sighed,
licked her lips, and mewed from the back of her throat, it was too much for Jaxon and his body answered her call. She felt his cock swell, deep inside her warmth, and her fingers dug deep into his muscular ass as he pounded into her. She cried out as the desire rifled through her veins, wanting it harder and faster.

  Jaxon’s hands cupped her face and he held her there as he increased his rhythm, taking their pleasure to new heights. He growled deeply as the animal that was at the very core of his soul howled in triumph.

  “You belong to me, Libby.”

  The wildness in his face, the black desire that filled his eyes, all of it burned into her brain and Libby melted. She wrapped her legs around his straining body and lifted her hips, meeting his thrusts with such wild abandon, a smile broke across his mouth and she claimed his lips once more.

  Their feverish bodies rocked together wildly, and Libby groaned loudly against his lips. “Harder, I need it harder.”

  She could feel the ache begin to crest, and Jaxon growled again as he strained against her, his thrusts feverish in his urgency to mate. When her orgasm exploded, she screamed loudly into his mouth, and he took from her softness there, his tongue dancing with hers as he gave one final heave and emptied his seed deep inside her body.

  How long they lay entwined, satiated, slick with the sweat of their lovemaking, was anyone’s guess. It could have been minutes, it could have been hours. Libby didn’t care. All she knew, all she felt from the very depths of her heart, was that she wanted to stay that way for as long as she could.

  With Jaxon buried inside her body, his heart beating fast and hard. His scent mingled with hers and his jaguar purring roughly against her breast.

  Slowly, he slipped from her, and her arms grabbed at him, not wanting any distance between them. He laughed softly and pulled up the thin blanket over their sweat-laden limbs as he turned her onto her side and spooned her smaller frame with his. The jungle was hot, but its night’s caress was cool against their feverish skin.

  Libby sighed, at a loss for words. She was overcome at such a passionate joining. They’d always had an amazing sex life in the past, but this…this had been something else entirely. It had been raw and honest, and hopefully there would be no regrets. She felt his arms tighten around her, and she snuggled into the hard length of him.

  “That was…incredible,” she finally managed to say, and smiled as his arms tightened even more.

  His breath was hot on the back of her neck as he gently kissed her there. “Yeah, the bar has been set pretty high.” He laughed softly and held her close. “We’ll have to work on raising it even more.”

  Libby snuggled into him and they fell into an easy silence. It was comforting, in a way, as if no more words were necessary. Their bodies had connected on such a level that all of their secrets and desires had been laid bare.

  Eventually, Libby felt slumber nibble at the corners of her mind, and for once she welcomed it. Sandman could claim her, no more demons and nightmares could haunt her. A strange feeling overcame her then, as if something foreign had slithered through her brain. She felt a wall go up, but as foggy tendrils of sleep overcame her, it was gone and forgotten.

  Her last coherent thought was of her child and revenge on the animals who’d taken him from her.

  Libby awoke to such a feeling of contentment that her first inclination was to close her eyes and go back to sleep. She rolled onto her back, her head fuzzy with the remnants of sleep. Slowly, her fingers crept up to her lips, and she blushed as memories from the previous evening flashed through her mind.

  As she stretched her legs and the sore muscles in her body protested, her blush deepened at the thought that everyone else in the camp must surely have heard just how animalistic she and Jaxon could be.

  Her eyes lazily adjusted as she cleared the cobwebs of slumber, and a small ripple of panic began to seep into her brain as she realized a few things.

  First, she was alone.

  Second, no sound reached her ears. It was as if the camp itself was abandoned.

  And third, it was way too bright inside the tent. There was no way in hell it was predawn.

  She rolled out of bed and her arms flew up, clutching her head as the dullness that filled her cranium left her feeling severely light-headed, like she was hung over. She knelt on the floor, fighting to gain some sort of equilibrium, and spied her clothes a few inches away, neatly folded.

  “Son of a bitch!”

  Her voice was hoarse, full of fury, and she ignored the pain that edged through her brain and across her temple. She grabbed the clothes and hurriedly pulled them over her naked form, noticing the plate and water bottle from the night before. Her heart sank to the very bottom of her toes as she began to piece together why she was here, alone.

  With a fuzzy head.

  She’d either been drugged or charmed. She didn’t know which, but at this point she didn’t give a shit.

  There was going to be hell to pay, and she didn’t care whose ass needed kicking, she was going to oblige with gusto. That Jaxon thought he could screw her and then proceed to really fuck her over was unbelievable. Her eyes flashed coldly as she envisioned all the ways she would make him pay.

  She whipped the tent flaps back, her mood growing darker as her eyes swept the empty base camp. There was no one in sight, but she knew Ana had to be there somewhere. There was no way the vampire could handle the intense sun that filtered through the canopy above her head.

  She glanced upward and bit her lip in an effort to keep her anger from exploding. It was obviously later in the morning then she would have liked. If she had to guess, she’d say around eight. Shit! That meant that Jaxon and his crew were at least two or three hours ahead of her.

  What the hell had he been thinking? Did he really think he could keep her away from the compound?

  Libby was so furious she didn’t know who she wanted to kill more, the sadistic bastards who’d imprisoned her for the last three years, or the man who’d pleasured her to unheard of heights and then betrayed her, treating her with no respect and a blatant disregard for the consequences.

  He better believe there would be consequences. She was done with being thrown aside.

  Had she been drugged?

  The more she thought about it, she decided it was more likely she’d been charmed. How the hell had Declan managed that without her knowledge?

  Because you’d been too distracted with thoughts of your lover.

  She stood still for all of two seconds, then quickly crossed to the large tent where all the electronic equipment was set up. She whipped open the flaps, feeling a burst of pleasure run through her at the irritated hiss that greeted her.

  Black hair floated in the air as Ana jumped away from the beam of light that now lit the interior of the tent.

  “Are you trying to fry me?”

  The shriek that flew from the vampire’s lips would have been comical at any other time, but at that moment, Libby was too angry.

  “When the hell did they leave?”

  Libby’s chest heaved and her eyes pinned Ana with a stare that could have frozen the Amazon. She watched the vampire close herself off, the pale face going blank. She’d seen that look before. There’d be no information forthcoming.

  Panic began to beat at her and her eyes scanned the room, searching for weapons of any kind. There was a table to the left of where she stood, and she lunged for it, grabbing a large machete and feeling like she’d hit the jackpot when she spied both a semiautomatic and a rather deadly looking Glock.

  “You can’t take those! They’re for the techie and me!”

  Danger scraped along the back of her neck and she warily looked over her shoulder, feeling a pang of victory as she noted the bright ray of sunshine that pretty much had the vampire cornered. There was no way Ana could touch her.

  “What are you gonna do? Come over here and bite me?” For the second time, the sarcastic line brought the vampire to a froth.

  Libby tucked the guns in
to her pants, holding the machete in front of her as she shot a look of triumph toward Ana, who let fly a mess of curses, flushing a deep crimson that left uneven splotches across her high cheekbones.

  Then Ana began pacing along the edge of darkness, looking wildly for a way to attack. It deflated Libby’s own anger. She had no quarrel with the vampire. She just didn’t like her very much.

  “You should save your energy, Ana. The jungle is a deadly place. There are things that live here that would make your skin crawl. This little corner of the world is haunted by dark magick, and now I have your guns.”

  Libby turned, her groaning belly attesting to the fact that it had been far too long since she’d eaten. She decided to raid the other tent quickly to find a few pickings, and after she did, headed into the jungle.

  She glanced up one more time and looked to the right, knowing that a few hours earlier Jaxon and the rest had tracked through the jungle on the beaten path that would eventually bring them high up the mountain and close to the DaCosta compound. She looked to her left and felt a spark ignite as she set off. A half mile away was a river that originated near the compound. The going would be tough, but it was more direct and would save her some time.

  Hopefully, she’d make it there before the fireworks started. Before someone else got to Fat Frank. Her hand went to the guns tucked safely in the waistband of her pants. She knew that Frank was her last hope of finding out where her child had been taken. She had her own plans for him, and no one, not even Jaxon Castille, was going to stand in her way.

  Chapter 19

  Jaxon’s unit moved deeper into the Maya Mountains, forging their way through the lush underbelly of the jungle until it opened onto a ridge that quickly became permeated with pine, mahogany, and cedar. The trees were taller here, but the vegetation at their feet was healthy, vibrant and deep green.

  Heavy moist air filled his lungs and melancholy filled his soul as an array of emotions wove their way into his brain. The cat began to move, burning his skin with a heated shimmer, excited at the hunt and thirsty for revenge. Every cell in his body was wired, crackling with electricity, humming along his limbs like an invisible force field.