"Mmhmm," he said, licking him lips hungrily. "Anything, but you're not going to make me lose control, Danni."
"There's only one way to find out, isn't there?" she asked, releasing his erection so that she could press both of her hands against his chest as she went to stand up on her toes to kiss him, but before her lips brushed against his, she pushed him back with a playful laugh and watched as he was taken off guard and stumbled back until the back of his legs hit the large pale white loveseat against the wall.
Caine cocked his head to the side as he gave her a lopsided smile that had her knees trembling, but she ignored it and her reaction to the man as she stepped up to him and placed her hands against his chest once more. "You want control, Danni?" he asked in a seductive whisper.
"Mmmmhmmm," she said, pushing him back until he took the hint and sat down. "It's the only way to make you lose it, Caine."
"You think so?" he asked as she moved to kneel on the floor between his open legs.
"I don't think," she said, gripping his knees and moving them further apart. "I know."
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He watched as his sexy mate ran her hands over his thighs in a rather enticing manner. It felt good to have her hands on him, but it wasn't going to be enough to make him lose control. There's was nothing she could do to make him snap.
This wasn't the first time a woman tried to make him lose control, but he wasn't about to tell her that. He wanted her focused on pleasuring him and not hurting him, so he kept his mouth shut and sat back and waited for the games to begin. He held back a bored sigh as she nibbled on her bottom lip while she continued to rub his legs and look his body over hungrily.
He'd lost count of the number of women who tried to make him lose control and react in some way. A great deal of them were incredibly sexy, not as sexy as Danni, but sexy enough that any man would have been standing at attention from the mere sight of them. Since he normally had full control of his body and only allowed himself to feel arousal when it was convenient for him they'd taken it personally.
They took it as a personal insult to their beauty as well as a challenge and had done everything they could to make him lose control. Over the centuries he'd watched strip teases, received more lap dances, massages and other forms of enticement than he cared to remember. None of it did anything for him and neither would whatever little teasing plan Danni had up her sleeve.
Thanks to her, he'd already lost control of his damn cock. It was something that normally would have pissed him off, but he couldn't deny the way she made his blood simmer. He wanted her and there was no denying it. That didn't mean that he was going to give up control for her.
He wasn't.
She could tease him all day and night with barely there touches and he wouldn't react in any way. Sure, he'd enjoy her touches even though they would probably aggravate the shit out of him. He wanted to be back where he belonged, inside of her and he didn't feel like playing any games, but Danni wanted to test this out so he would allow it.
This one time.
After this, she'd learn that he couldn't be manipulated to lose control and she would settle for-
"Fuck," he roared as every muscle in his body went taunt and his h*ps shot up, needing more of what she was offering.
With an amused little laugh that had him grinding his teeth, she ran that very talented tongue of hers over his balls again and God help him, but he almost moaned. He watched with rapt attention as she continued to lick his balls. When she gently nibbled, his c**k jumped hard enough to slap against his stomach, leaving behind several drops of excitement.
Just when he didn't think his poor balls could take anymore she gave them one last flick of her tongue and moved on to his c**k that was more than happy to welcome her. She traced the thick vein from the base to the tip and stopped.
He hastily ran his tongue over his teeth as he watched her take him in hand and held his c**k straight up, placing the head close to her lips, but not close enough for his sanity. Her warm breath tickled his c**k as she slowly stroked him. Her eyes locked on his.
"What do you want, Caine?" she asked, giving him a look that said that she knew exactly what he wanted and was enjoying playing with him.
"Nothing," he forced himself to say as he silently pleaded with her to take the head into her mouth so that he could see what else that talented little tongue of hers could do.
"Nothing?" she asked, cocking a brow as she gave his c**k a hard stroke that had him sweating.
"Nothing," he repeated more firmly and thank f**king God that she didn't believe his bullshit. He nearly sighed with relief when she ran her tongue over the head of his cock.
He had to drape his arms over the back of the couch and grip the material to keep himself from grabbing a fistful of her hair and force her to take more of his c**k when she teasingly suckled the head into her mouth. When she decided to slide her beautiful mouth down his c**k on her own, he decided that this mating business might not be so bad after all.
When she built him up to the point of no return only to stop and pull away, but not before she flicked his piercing with her tongue, he wanted to throttle her beautiful neck. She gave him a knowing smile as she slowly climbed onto his lap, but remained kneeling when what he really needed for her to do was sit down and allow him to slide home.
She was a f**king tease, he decided seconds later when she moved to do just that. He licked his lips hungrily as he watched her lower herself, slowly. As he watched her, he imagined how good it was going to feel when her wet sheath swallowed his c**k whole.
On the outside he was cool, collected and probably appeared to be somewhat bored, but inside he was trembling with hunger. He wanted to f**k her in every possible position and he definitely wanted to do it while he had his fangs buried in her. Just thinking about taking her had his fangs threatening to slide down. He ran his tongue quickly over his teeth, sending them back as he took a deep breath and tightened his mental grip around his self-control.
She was good, but not good enough to break him, he mused even as he felt himself relax, while the new center of his world drew closer to the tip of his erection. When she paused just above his cock, close enough that he could feel the heat pouring off of the wet lips he nearly thrust up to impale her, but held back.
This was just sex, just a release that he wanted, craved, but he was in charge. She might have him ready to f**k, but she didn't have all of him. He held back a large part of himself, the part that was begging him to give in and take what she was offering him, but he wouldn't.
He was still in control, not the monster that she so aptly described, him. He decided when the monster was released, not the other way around. This was his f**king life, his body and his woman and he wasn't sharing.
"Still in control?" she asked in a husky whisper as she placed her hands on his chest.
"Yes."
She licked her lips as she adjusted herself, but remained just out of reach. "What would you say if I told you that I was about to make that famous control of yours snap?"
"Never going to happen, Danni," he said evenly as he allowed his eyes to devour her body. He wanted to lick every inch of her and would as soon as she begged him to take over and he knew that that she would. Every woman who tried and failed to get more than he was willing to give eventually became content with lying back and accepting what he had to offer, which was very little and Danni would be no different. Once she.....once she.....aw, f**k.