Free Biting Nixie by Mary Hughes Page B

back up, going directly into third gear. I clutched Julian’s shoulders. Hard muscle met my fingers. I closed my eyes and enjoyed.
    The tongue grew bolder, tracing the line of my throbbing pulse. It slicked over my skin, steamy and questing. Hot male battle-scent spiced the air. Julian’s fingers threaded into my hair, pulled my head aside to give him greater access to my neck. His mouth opened over my skin. Fiery breath lanced me.
    Oh, please, I thought. Give me the sharp edge of sex. Bite me.
    The scrape of teeth hit me like a step-up transformer. My whole body shuddered. My heart started hammering double-time. I grabbed Julian’s head and mashed his lips into my neck. Do it again, my fingers screamed. Bite me. Harder.
    Needle-like teeth touched my flesh. And then—
    He bit me. For real.
    His teeth penetrated my neck like lightning rods. My whole body convulsed in shocked reaction.
    I shrieked. Electricity tore through my system. Caromed off my brain and knocked me sideways.
    My world narrowed to black-edged waves of powerful climax.
    When I could think again my heart was pounding and my mouth was dry.
    Thin hot threads trickled down my neck. Julian was licking them like a man possessed. His eyes were closed, his lashes long and beautiful against his bronzed cheeks. A deep rumble came from his chest.
    â€œWhat…what are you doing?” I croaked.
    â€œMmm?” His voice was half-murmur, half-purr.
    â€œKinky’s good, and all…” I tried to swallow, couldn’t get past the hot feeling of being consumed . “But if this is sex, it’s not anything I’ve seen on the Internet.”
    Julian stiffened. The tongue stopped abruptly. With a final, gentle swipe, he set me down. “I need to get you home.”
    I felt lost. “Home?” What was he talking about? I had just had the best orgasm of my life—with a lawyer . And he hadn’t even touched my pussy.
    And now he was sending me home?
    Rejection, horrible and cold, struck me. What made it worse was that I was still incredibly aroused. I jammed my hands into my pockets. “Whatever.”
    â€œIt’s late.” Julian’s voice was still rough. And he shifted his stance like something was uncomfortable.
    At least I wasn’t the only one to feel the furnace kick in. Not that it helped all that much. I had responded to Mr. Establishment not once but twice. Suit coats normally made me allergic. Had I no pride? I stomped off.
    Only to slip in a pool of blood.
    I would have landed on my keister were Julian not faster than a speeding bullet. He scooped me off my feet. And he kept going.
    After I got over the shock of being carted along like a little kid, I wiggled my legs. “Hey, put me down!”
    â€œNot until we’re a little farther away.”
    I looked back at the rapidly receding scene. Blood was everywhere, splashes and pools of it.
    But no bodies.
    I remembered all the snarling and roaring. Before the licking and rubbing and biting… “Er. What happened to the gang?”
    â€œThey had to leave. Something about sending another message to their leaders.”
    â€œUh-huh.” All that blood, those gang members didn’t leave standing up. So where were the bodies? “Really, Julian. What happened?” Four very big, very bad gang guys. I didn’t really think law-book jockey Julian Emerson got all medieval on their heinies, did I?
    He didn’t respond. While I waited, I watched the scenery go by. The man could walk. And he carried me like I weighed nothing.
    I was kind of enjoying it. Except for the not-answering part. I relaxed into Julian’s arms. He had nice arms, strong and comfortable. He smelled good, too. The hot battle scent had faded but there was still something tangy and male. Not your basic Brut or Old Spice. “So the gang left.”
    That he answered. “Yes.”
    â€œTo take a message to their leaders. To…the