[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romance, HEA]
Tristan Holloway is in desperate need of a roommate. When Kash Alexander comes into her life, she doesn’t expect to have a roomie that towers over everyone else, is covered in tattoos and pierced, and has perpetual scuffed-up knuckles. But there is something dark and deadly that lurks below the surface that makes up Kash, and she is drawn to him.
When she stumbles upon an underground cage fight, the last person she expects to see is Kash, especially within the cage. The way he fights, dirty and raw, should have Tristan running the other way, but instead she finds herself enthralled.
As if that one night sets into motion everything else, Tristan finds herself involved with Kash in every way possible. The only problem? Kash isn’t interested in a relationship. With a battered past that haunts him, and a future that threatens Tristan’s life, the only way they can overcome it all is together.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Oh God, who have I let in my home? He had looked raw and fierce, like some kind of warrior. She had no clue why that image had formed in her mind, but something primal and animalistic had come off of him. He was dangerous. That much was true. His green eyes had been blazing, and although she knew he could have hurt her, added her blood to his shirt, she knew without a doubt he would never lay a hand on her. She wanted to talk to him, find out what had happened, but she had sensed he needed his space. She was not about to tease the lion.
After she turned everything off and made her way upstairs, her mind was still reeling. The shower had since turned off, and right before she made it to her bedroom the bathroom door opened. The light was already off and steam and heat billowed out of the small confines. She stood there, not able to move as she stared at Kash. Despite the fact there were no lights on, the moon shone through the window, making his appearance as clear as day. Her heart raced at the sight.
Her body reacted to the sight of him in nothing but a towel slung low on his hips. A light sheen of perspiration formed between her breasts, her breathing quickened, her nipples grew hard, and the most intimate part of her grew wet with desire. He was formed like a Greek god, like Hades waiting to cause destruction. All she could do was stare. He took a step out of the bathroom, and before she knew it he was standing before her. The smell of him, darkly rich and intoxicating, washed over her, and she found herself closing her eyes and humming in approval. When she was able to open her eyes again, she felt her cheeks heat at the embarrassing noise that just came from her.
He was so big, so tall, so…intense. His masculinity and testosterone surrounded her, and she felt wholly feminine in his presence. Inappropriate thoughts slammed into her mind and she felt her mouth go dry. He didn’t move, just stared down at her with his eyes at half-mast. Tristan found herself lifting her hand and slowly bringing her fingertips to the small, swollen area right below his eye. He didn’t flinch when she lightly traced the edge of the wound. It was warm beneath her fingers. He exhaled and she watched as he closed his eyes and leaned into her touch. When she realized what she was doing she went to remove her fingers, but as if he anticipated the act, his hand covered hers, securing it on his face. Her palm now covered his cheek. The feel of smooth, freshly shaved flesh rubbed against her hand. She licked her lips and saw Kash’s gaze dip down to watch the motion.
At that moment she wanted to be kissed, badly. The arousal she felt was like a thunderstorm inside of her, like nothing she had felt before.
This is wrong. Step away, Tristan. You’ll ruin everything, like you always do.
Finding a strength she didn’t know she possessed, she took a step back, but Kash moved with her. When she took a step back, he took one forward until she felt the wall behind her. She continued to stare up at him, knowing that what she wanted to do with him was wrong on so many levels. The words to tell him just that were there, in her mind, but she couldn’t force them past her lips. His hot breath skittered across her face, and the scent drove her desire higher. She could smell the hops from the beer he drank, could even smell a hint of whiskey beneath that.
He let her hand drop from beneath his, but he didn’t move away. “Kash.” She whispered his name and watched as he closed his eyes again.
“Tristan.” He said her name like they were having sex, raw, powerful, erotic. When he opened his eyes again they glowed like emeralds on fire.
He moved an inch closer and Tristan gasped when she felt his erection press against her belly. He felt huge, but Tristan wasn’t surprised. He was big all over. He lowered his head until their lips were mere inches apart. Their breath mingled together as their eyes stayed locked. She knew that if she leaned in just a little, her lips would press against his. The idea was tempting, but Tristan reminded herself how things could go terribly wrong in the next instant. She didn’t want a repeat of what happened with Zac, yet she couldn’t move away from his hypnotic stare.
Kash lifted his hands and placed them on her shoulders. The act itself wasn’t overly erotic if an outsider were to see, but when she felt his palms touch her, a bolt of lightning sang through her body. Her pussy clenched involuntarily and she had to hold back the groan that would have spilled forth. The knowledge of what he wore wasn’t lost on her. All she would have to do was reach down and yank the terrycloth away from him.
“If you knew who I truly was, you wouldn’t be so aroused.” With that he pushed away from her and stalked back to his room, shutting the door behind him.
She did as he asked because heaven knew she needed his mouth back on her. When she clasped her hands together he moved back between her legs and resumed licking her. The act was so erotic, like she was his favorite flavor of ice cream and he wanted to make sure he didn’t miss one drop. His tongue moved up and down her slit, teasing her clit on the upstroke, and pressing minutely into her hole on the downstroke. Her legs shook with the need to come. She was close, but Kash knew what he was doing. He was torturously slow, bringing her close to climax but not exerting enough pressure to actually bring her over the edge. Perspiration started to coat her flesh as she tried in vain to come. She silently begged for him to suck on her clit again, to give her that one mercy.
Her fingers hurt from the strain of keeping them together. All she wanted to do was grip his head and shove it more deeply into her pussy. It sounded like there was a wounded animal residing in her kitchen, but she knew it was just her making those noises. Air left her lungs in moans and gasps. She couldn’t stop thrashing her head back and forth.
“Please, Kash, oh God, please.” She didn’t need to elaborate on what she wanted. He knew, if the rich chuckle against her moist flesh was anything to go by.
“Do you want to come, Tristan?”
Was this a sick joke? He had to know she was perilously close. She knew what he wanted. He wanted her to beg for it, more than what she had already been doing, and by God she was not above it. At this point she would have done anything to feel that crest of pleasure wash over her.
“Please. Please let me come.” The words left her on a whoosh of air and she locked gazes with him. The look he gave her had her entire body tightening. As if he wanted to prolong her torture, she watched in rapt shock as he held her flesh apart with his thumbs and ran his tongue up her center. His tanned hands seem so dark against her pale flesh, but what now held her attention was the raw skin that lined his knuckles. The image of him slamming his fist into his opponent washed through her mind. Instead of feeling disgust and fear over the sight, her pussy grew wetter.
A dark look crossed his face when she brought her gaze back to his. Had he noticed her staring at his hands? Did he realize how much wetter she had become after looking at them? He didn’t say anything if he did. The terse moment passed quickly, and then he brought his tongue back to her cleft. When he reached her clit he brought the tiny bud into his mouth and sucked hard. Rhythmic motions had her grinding herself against his mouth. He sucked on her clit, bringing the tiny bundle of nerves over his tongue and ever so gently running his teeth along it. Tristan threw her head back as her whole body tensed. The orgasm that moved through her was intense and heady, just like him. He never stopped sucking on her but magnified the feeling by thrusting two thick fingers into her opening as she writhed atop the table.
When the tremors started to dissipate, she breathed out a content sigh. The blissful feeling was short-lived as she was lifted into strong arms. A gasp escaped her and she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as he briskly carried them up the stairs.
At her questioning look he said, “I’m not going to take you on the table.”
His voice, rough, deep, like sandpaper scraping over her skin, broke through her haze. When he reached the top of the stairs he didn’t hesitate as he made his way into his room. He shut the door with his foot and when the sound of it closing penetrated her mind, she knew there was no going back. It was as if the door sliding shut sealed the deal, made everything painfully clear. Things were going to escalate and she had no intention of stopping it. She knew this was a mistake, but like most of her mistakes, she wouldn’t regret it until it was already said and done.
Kash set her on the ground but kept his hand around her waist. They were so close that she felt the cool metal of his cock piercing press against the heated flesh of her belly. She swallowed and searched his face. Should she say something? She wouldn’t have known what to say anyway. Even in the dim light she could see his mouth glistening with her juices. She smelled herself on him, a heady scent that seemed to make what they were doing even naughtier. When they had first kissed downstairs he had seemed as frantic as her, but as things progressed he had grown different, more controlled. She couldn’t deny that she liked it, craved it even. Never had she thought being dominated and controlled by a man would please her so much, but Kash’s rough commands, the way he seemed to hold her pleasure with his deep words and prolonged pleasure, nearly undid her ten times over. He moved forward so she was forced to step backward. When she felt the bed behind her she didn’t stop from going down on it. He stood over her, darkly handsome in the moonlight. He used his upper body to push her back until she was sprawled beneath him.