Protecting Salvation: A Shadow Elite Novel

“You hungry?” Hurricane cast a glance over at Peyton noting the shadows on her fair cheeks and the exhaustion that seemed to seep from her bones. Yet she had this invisible strength about her that made his chest go tight like he was proud of her when he hadn’t had a single thing to do with the woman she was.

He pulled the car up to her house which was quiet and dark. He, Duchess, and a furious and emotional Aoife had tidied it while Bein hovered and growled a lot. Her friend had been spitting mad and it had taken every persuasive technique Bein had to keep her from going to the station and ripping McCain’s balls off. He’d been impressed and just a little terrified of the Irish mafia princess. She’d come a long way from terrified sprite on the run to fierce wife, friend, and soon-to-be mother.

“Sugar?”

“Sorry, what?”

He reached out and stroked a knuckle over her cheek, loving the way she leaned into his touch, her eyes falling closed. She gave him so much trust, allowing him to see her with her walls completely down and he knew he was a goner for this woman already. The fact they’d never had sex didn’t matter to him. He didn’t need that to know she was it for him. He wanted it. God, did he want her but it was only a part of what he hoped they were building.

“You hungry, sugar?”

Her eyes flared with heat, the grey looking almost silver in the light from the moon and every hair on his body rose in response to the electricity flowing through the car.

“Yes, but not for food.”

He wasn’t sure who moved first but he dragged her over his lap, her thighs falling either side of his hips. Her small hands gripped his shirt as he skimmed his hand over her hip, his other hand at her chin guiding their lips together.

Forces collided but he didn’t want to give her hurried and desperate, he wanted to savour every inch of the beautiful woman in his arms. Her sweet taste on his lips, the soft whimpers that made his dick strain against his jeans. Her body rocked against his cock, seeking relief from the ache he knew she felt.

Their bodies melted into each other, embracing the moment with an intensity that transcended words. The air crackled with electricity as their kiss deepened, fervent whispered promises exchanged through their entwined tongues. Every touch, every caress, spoke volumes about the unspoken connection that had blossomed between them. The last few hours had done nothing to dull the desire he had for her.

He revelled in the sweetness of the kiss, savouring the taste of longing on her tongue, of a love so pure it defied the boundaries of time, terrifying him in its intensity. In that stolen moment, their hearts entwined and the world ceased to exist, leaving only the two of them, lost in a world of their own making.

All too soon reality forced its way back in, the sound of a motorbike flying past them breaking the spell. Yet he didn’t want to move, didn’t want to let her out of his arms.

“I want you, Warren.”

“Fuck. I want you too, Peyton.”

He lifted her off him and set her back in her seat before exiting the car and rounding and meeting her as she slammed her door shut. His hand took hers and he all but dragged her to her front door, the giggle from her lips something he wasn’t sure he’d hear again only hours before.

“Wait, where is Bertie?”

His lips twisted in a grin. Only Peyton would think about her dog in this moment.

He pushed open the front door and kicked it shut behind him, engaging the alarm as he pinned her to the cool wall with his body. “Bertie is having a sleepover with Scout and Monty.”

Peyton grinned, her face lighting up with joy and his heart stuttered in his chest. How could one woman have him tripping over his own words with one look?

“Enough talking. Get up those stairs and get in the shower. I’m going to check we’re secure and then I’m coming upstairs and I’m going to fuck the last twelve shitty hours out of you.”

“Is that so?”

His smirk was cocky but hers made him want to blow his load in his jeans like a fucking teenager. She was so beautiful, so confident, and even after everything she’d been through she had enough moxie to tease him.

His fingers threaded through her hair and he tightened his hand into a fist, arching her neck and making her gasp. He kept his eyes on her, watching for any sign that she wasn’t okay with him letting this side of himself out to play but all he saw was hunger.

His lips feathered over her ear as his whispered words melted into her skin. “I’m going to make you come in my mouth. Then I’m going to wash that sexy body until every inch of you is clean and after that, I’m going to make a mess of your pretty pussy when you come all over my cock.”

She moved in a full-body shiver as he let her go and pushed her gently toward the stairs. He watched her walk upstairs, her hips swaying and palmed his aching cock with his hand. This was going to be the biggest test of restraint he’d ever had. But taking care of her was his priority and his dick would have to wait. Giving it a last squeeze, he moved around the house that was now so familiar to him checking every window and door.

This wasn’t something he’d be lax about. Her safety was his top priority, especially with assholes out there trying to hurt his girl. He heard the shower go on and smiled. It was time to back his words with actions and he could hardly wait.

Hurricane stepped into the steam-filled bathroom, feeling the warmth embrace his body as he leaned one shoulder against the frame and took in the scene before him. Droplets of water clung to the mirror, obscuring his reflection but he could see the faint outline of his figure through the mist. The room was filled with the soothing sound of cascading water, providing a melodic backdrop to his thoughts.

The enclosure to the shower gave him brief glimpses of the woman behind it. With her head tipped back in profile she was a fucking siren. He drank her in, every curve a delicious tease as he imagined the drops of water clinging to her perfect body as if they too couldn’t bear to leave.

Shucking his clothes quietly and efficiently, he stepped forward. His cock was harder than it had ever been but he resisted the urge to give in and ease the ache. This was about Peyton, about showing her what she meant to him.

His hand slid the door open and her body came into view, her lush, pale skin glistening with water. The arch of her back was so perfect and strong as it gave way to wide, curvaceous hips and an ass that wouldn’t quit. His hands itched to touch her but he held back, giving himself time to take her in, to enjoy seeing her naked for the first time. Toned thighs, shapely calves, and pretty but dainty ankles ended in impossibly tiny feet, the toenails tipped in bright pink polish.

“You just gonna stare or are you going to follow through on those promises?”

Hurricane felt his lips tip into a smile. She was fucking sexy when she let her fiery side out to play. Stepping in, he closed the door and the steam hit him as Peyton looked over her shoulder at him, all sultry smiles and promises. His hands palmed her hips as he spun her gently and pushed her back against the tile. He held her in place as he let his gaze travel over every perfect inch of her body.

Pink rosy tipped nipples, hard and aching for his tongue, full breasts with enough weight in them to give them a perfect teardrop shape. She had a dipped-in waist with hips that flared out, and his thumbs rubbed slow circles into each hip making her moan softly. As he studied her she did the same and he almost preened from the needy look on her face.

Her eyes went wide when she reached his cock and he chuckled as her mouth fell open.

“Close your mouth, sugar, or I’m gonna put it to work.”

His fingertip tapped her chin and she complied but he was stuck on her perfect pussy, hair trimmed short and just begging for his mouth. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”

Using his finger he swiped it along her slit, his eyes almost crossing with how wet she was for him. He pushed one digit inside her, feeling her heat tighten around him and groaned. She was going to fucking strangle his dick. His cock throbbed at the thought, a desperation to rush things ate at him but he fought it.

Slowly he withdrew, using the same finger to press a slow circle against her clit. Her body arched, her head falling against the tile on a moan. Eyes on her face he again withdrew before holding her gaze and inserting the finger covered in her essence into his mouth. She tasted better than he’d imagined. Sweet, musky, the scent of watermelon messing with his senses, transferring the flavour to her alone.

The space was small, especially for a big man like him but he dropped to his knees. His fingers dug into her hips and he lifted her as she yelped, her legs clamping around his shoulders as he bent his head to her pussy and ate like a fucking starving man. Her hands landed on his head, her soft pillowy thighs around his ears as he licked and sucked, fucking her with his tongue, sucking her clit between his lips in long pulls as water rained down on them.

His fingers flexed against her ass and he promised himself he’d give that sexy ass more attention later, but as her legs began to shake, her fingers in his hair began to tug. Whimpers and incoherent words fell from her lips and he glanced up to see her watching him with hooded eyes and he knew this had just become his favourite view. She was utter perfection and as his name, his real name, fell from her lips, her body convulsed and she came. Her climax flooded his mouth and he licked up every drop, watching her chest heave until her body went slack, but he wasn’t done, and he knew he never would be.

Letting her legs go he kept hold of her as he stood, loving the flushed look on her face.

“Uh, what was that?”

Hurricane raised a brow in question. “What was what, sugar?”

Peyton feathered her hands over his pecs, stroking him, his muscles jumping in response. “You had that talent all along and kept it to yourself? I should be mad with you but you promised me more orgasms.”

As she said the last word her hand slid down his wet body and gripped his cock, causing a strangled groan to slip up his throat. “Jesus, woman, your hand feels good.”

Her grin was full of energy and life, and it was addictive, something he wanted to give her forever.

“So does your mouth, but you promised me your cock.”

Peyton was always so proper. She didn’t swear much and blushed when Aoife and the girls began talking about sex, so hearing her say the word cock had a major effect on him. He dipped his head and took her mouth, kissing her hard, pouring all the emotions of the day into it. The fear, the frustration, and she let him. She met him, opening her mouth for his tongue, her hand stroking him as he pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger until she moaned.

“Out.”

He turned off the water and stepped from the shower, grabbing a warm towel and wrapping it around her before sinking to one knee and drying her legs, moving up over her belly to her gorgeous breasts. He kept going though, standing to dry her hair as she watched him with a look of trust and wonder in her eyes that he wasn’t sure he deserved.

Gently squeezing the water out of her hair, he handed her the towel and she began to dry it as he quickly towelled off. Dropping the wet cloth into a washing basket he took her hand and smirked because her eyes were glued to his cock as she bit her nail.

“Guess you’re big all over, then.”

A chuckle broke out as he swept her into his arms, making her giggle as he strode to her bed. “Don’t worry, sugar, it’ll fit. You were made for me.”

Her lips found his neck as he laid her out on her bed and crawled over her, kissing every inch as he did. Pushing her thighs apart he kissed the soft skin where her thigh met her hip and then up her belly, avoiding her wet pussy, and drawing out the pleasure as he kissed every inch. As he sucked a nipple into his mouth, her body arched, her fingernails raking his scalp and making him forget that he had a fucking tumour in his brain. When he was with Peyton like this, he didn’t feel like half a man with a ticking time bomb, he felt like a god. She made him feel like a god.

His cock notched at her entrance and he pulled his hips back. “I need to grab a condom.”

Her fingers flexed on his shoulders. “I’m on the pill and I’m clean. My sex life has been like a barren wasteland since my attack.”

Her quiet admission shook him but also made him stupidly happy. He wanted to be the only man to ever have seen her this way but knew that was silly, so her saying nobody had touched her in so long made him happy, which also made him a bit of a dick. “I get regular physicals, but yeah, it’s been a while.”

Her fingers traced his cheeks, forcing him to look her in the eye, the windows to all her thoughts. Instead of fear of the emotions he saw in them, he soaked it up, drowning in the look of devotion on her face.

“I want nothing between us, Warren. This is real for me.”

“Fuck.”

His lips found hers in a kiss that bled every thought in his head into hers. His cock nudged her opening as he pulled her leg up over his hip, turning to kiss her sexy calf as he pushed inside. His eyes closed for just a second as he stopped and looked down at her, watching for any indication she was uncomfortable.

“Keep going.”

Her warm pussy was tight, like a fisted glove made from velvet and he knew if he lived a thousand lifetimes it would never be enough with this woman. Eyes locked on each other, he pushed into the hilt and stilled. He wasn’t a small man and the last thing he’d ever do was hurt her. Even if it almost killed him to feel her pussy clench and flutter around him and not move. “You good, sugar?”

“Uh-huh, yep but I think I’m gonna….”

Her breathing quickened as her core tightened, forcing a groan past his lips.

Fuck, she was gonna come just from having him inside her. This woman was going to kill him and he’d die with the biggest fucking smile on his face. “You want to come already, baby girl?”

Peyton sunk her teeth into her pillowy bottom lip and nodded.

“Then do it. Come all over my cock, sugar.”

He brushed a palm over her nipple and gave a small thrust and she came.

“Oooohhh, fuck. Oh, yes.”

If heaven and hell were a place, this was it, trying not to blow his load while the sexiest woman he’d ever met climaxed all over his cock. He began to move before she was finished, fucking her slowly. His hands couldn’t seem to touch enough of her fast enough. He worshipped her while she stroked her hands over his skin. Reaching her hand to the back of his neck she pulled him down for a kiss which seared his soul.

“So damn sexy.”

“How have I lived without this all my life?”

Pulling out, he didn’t give her time to complain before he lay flat and pulled her over him, lifting her over his cock and watching her slide down his length. The sight of her pussy swallowing his cock would live rent-free in his brain until the end of time.

Watching her let go as she kept one hand on his chest for balance and toyed with her nipples with the other was hot. Her back arched as she rolled her hips, riding him like a fucking queen.

“That’s it, sugar, ride my cock.”

He felt her pussy grow wetter at his words and grinned. She liked a little dirty talk it seemed. “You like that, sugar? You like me telling you what to do? How much I like seeing you fucking yourself on my dick?”

Her eyes, heavy and slumberous, found his and she nodded.

His palms spanned her ribs and he moved one hand down until his thumb stroked her clit. She was tiny compared to him, but she was the perfect fit for him. “I knew you could handle me. I knew your pussy would be the perfect fit, that I could fill you with my come and you’d love it.”

Her movements became choppy and he couldn’t resist taking over, holding her still as he fucked her from below, his thighs hitting the back of her ass the only sound now as he drove them both toward climax.

Her cunt squeezed him so tight it was almost painful but he loved it, and as she came he let his release sweep him under. His vision blurred for all the right reasons as he came harder than he ever had. On and on it went until she sagged into his arms spent, and he held her as he tried to catch his breath.

A mumble against his chest had him lifting his head and sweeping her hair back from her face. “What did you say, sugar?”

She lifted her head and gave him somewhat of a loopy grin. “I said you’ve ruined me for all men.”

“Fucking good. You ain’t having any other men. You’re mine now, you hear me? You. Are. Mine.”

Her tiny thumbs-up made him chuckle but he’d made his point so he just held her closer. She might think he’d ruined her but he was gone. For her, he was gone and he couldn’t be happier about it.