Free [Phantom Warriors 01] Bacchus by Jordan Summers Page A

over the threshold and
    kept her enthralled.
    The scent emanating from his skin filled the small space of the room, leaving her
    heady and more than a little dizzy. Her fingers released his waistband, only to grasp his
    belt. She worked the leather through the buckle, ignoring the trembling of her hands.
    He eased her grip, pulling her into his arms. His lips descended onto her mouth and
    he began to plunder, curling his fingers into her shirt until he fisted the material. In the
    distance, Jill heard a rip, but ignored it as her tongue reached out tentatively to caress
    the forked muscle in his mouth. She retreated away from the alien tickle.
    It was strange. It had been a long time, but Jill had never forgotten the basic flavor of
    a man. Bacchus tasted different than anyone she’d ever kissed. His saliva seemed
    flavored like some exotic Asian dish. His lips teased her until she acquiesced. Their
    tongues dipped and twisted, feeding each other’s need.
    Jill pulled back. Bacchus’ eyes flashed red and his breathing labored, much like her
    own. Her ripped shirt dangled precariously on her shoulders. She shrugged and the
    material fell to the ground. His gaze devoured her, taking in the slope of her small
    breasts tucked safely inside lace cups.
    “Remove it,” he ordered impatiently.
    The command went from her ears straight to her pussy. Jill pictured the stud as he
    stalked the bitch earlier. Now she knew what that dog felt like. The urge to flee and fuck
    was equally as strong in her mind. Jill’s nipples beaded and her womb clenched. She
    wanted it all, not just a few seconds of domination, but would Bacchus play along?
    “No,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
    Bacchus’ gaze narrowed and he inhaled before licking the air. Strangely, the action
    reminded her of a serpent again. He closed his eyes and grinned. “If you want me to
    force you, that can be arranged.” He exhaled, his face flushing as he stepped closer. She
    took a step back. “You liked the way the Anatolian Shepherd dominated the bitch,
    taking what she so readily offered.”
    He took another step forward. “Are you offering me your quim, Jill? I would like
    nothing more than to lap your juices before devouring your essence. My cock is far
    larger than the dog’s appendage. It will fill you until you have no doubt who possesses
    you.”
    Jill backed away as the flames of his words licked at her pussy. She bit her lip to
    prevent professing the truth. She did like the way the stud took the bitch. Watching the
    natural aggression of the male turned her on more than she felt comfortable admitting.
    Hell, more than she thought it should. Who’d have believed that straight-arrow Jill
    would be such a kink? Certainly not her ex-fiancé, Ryan, who hadn’t fucked her in any
    other position but missionary while they were together. Jill shivered. She shouldn’t have
    gone so long without sex. The thought entered her mind as she took another step.
    Her legs hit the back of the bed, effectively trapping her. Jill debated whether to
    scramble over the top, but doubted she’d make it before Bacchus reached her. As if
    reading her mind, he lunged, spinning her around and pinning her abdomen onto the
    mattress.
    Jill kicked. She didn’t know why. Something dark and hidden within her demanded
    he go all the way, force her compliance. His teeth clamped onto the back of her neck and
    a growl rumbled from deep within Bacchus’ chest.
    She didn’t remember his incisors being quite so sharp a minute ago, when he’d
    nibbled on her lip. He bit down and her pussy gushed, taking the fight right out of her.
    Pressed to the bed and unable to move, Jill couldn’t prevent Bacchus from stripping
    away the rest of her clothes. She was beyond turned on. She wiggled her butt to dislodge
    him, but the action only seemed to entice him further.
    Her breath came out in short pants as he released her neck in order to pin her hands
    above her with one fist. Jill