Finding what he’d been looking for, he ripped the condom wrapper open and rolled it on himself so quickly he was almost impressed. Or he would have taken the time to be if there wasn’t a super-hot naked girl writhing under him who needed his loving touch to save her life.
This was one story he’d never be able to retell. Who in their right mind would believe him if he said, I once got to play hero and save the day by fucking the virginity out of a stone-cold fox. Even thinking about it, he didn’t believe it and the girl in question was underneath him, looking at him expectantly.
“Are you—?” he started to ask, but she pressed a finger to his lips.
“I swear to God, Shane, if you ask me that one more time, I’ll just knock you out cold and ride your unconscious body until the job is done.”
So much for being Mister Nice Guy. He didn’t want to miss the show, so he shut up.
He nibbled her lower lip, and she raised her hips, grinding her bare pelvis into his. “I don’t mean to rush you,” she whispered, “but I want you inside me. Now. Please.”
Shane didn’t need to be asked twice, not when the invitation was both sweet and filthy. He nudged her legs apart wider and looped his arms under hers so her head was cradled in his palms and his fingers were twined in her soft hair. Their faces were no more than an inch apart, and he watched her, his eyes open, as he angled himself at her opening. Her eyes widened when he slowly buried himself in her. When she gasped, he slowed even further, barely moving but not withdrawing.
Siobhan closed her eyes and bit her lip. She was tight, so tight. But she was wet and she didn’t resist him. He groaned along with her, and she clawed at his back. Then she said the one thing he needed to hear the most. Just one sharp gasp but she cried, “More.”
And he complied, withdrawing almost completely before thrusting hard into her until their bodies were as connected as they could be. He pulled out and repeated the process, meeting the arch of her hips and his breaths matching hers until they were both panting and slick with sweat.
When she cried out again in a way he would dream about for months, they collapsed onto his creaky mattress, limbs woven together and sheets tangled around them.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
She gave a hoarse laugh. “I feel…like I would be useless as a virgin sacrifice.”
Shane nipped her shoulder and teased her sensitive nipple by brushing his thumb over the rigid flesh. She looked over at him, and he waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
“You still look a little untainted,” he said. “I think we might need to do it again, just to be sure.”
With lives on the line, one could never play it too safe.
Chapter Nine
When Siobhan walked into her apartment the next morning, humming a song and smiling more than she thought she should have been, one thing was made abundantly clear.
Having sex was not going to keep her from getting fucked.
“Hello, Siobhan.” Her father was sitting on the end of her bed in the small space she rented in Hell’s Kitchen. “I’ve been waiting for you for quite some time.”
She held her purse close, her hand dipping inside so her fingers could brush the smooth metallic surface of her bow. Though she didn’t think she’d be able to best her father in a one-on-one fight, it made her calmer to know her weapon was within reach.
“Papa,” she said, shutting the door behind her.
Eion O’Malley was a big man. Six and a half feet tall with a barrel chest and a bushy red beard, he looked more like a Viking warrior than a Gaelic gatekeeper. But more than anything he looked like a man you didn’t want to mess with, and Siobhan knew that wasn’t posturing. Her father was a dangerous man, and he had no soft spot in his heart for his only daughter. She was just another tool for him to use, and her usefulness was almost at an end, as far as he was concerned.
“I believe you have a birthday coming up.”
“You know I do.”
“Then you know why I’m here. I’ve come to prepare you for the rit—”
“I’m afraid I’m not going to be able to participate in the ritual, Papa.”
“Nonsense, girl. It’s your duty, and you will do it.”
Siobhan gripped the bow tightly when Eion got to his feet, towering over her, imposing his power by dwarfing her with his mammoth size. But this show was old news to Siobhan, and for once in her life she wouldn’t cower or back down.
“No, I don’t think you understand, sir. I can’t be your sacrifice.”
Eion looked flummoxed. “What utter foolishness are you prattling on about, child? Don’t try to play games. The ritual is important.”