Their Winter Miracle

by Cara Wylde

  Ash merely nodded, and Pippa took it as a “yes”. She closed the space between them and looked up into his eyes.

  “I hoped you’d change your mind.” She licked her lips sensually. “It took you a while, though. I felt so lonely last night, and this morning, too.”

  “Is that so?” He grabbed a fistful of her red, wavy hair and pulled her head back. “Why do I feel like you’re lying to me, little Terran?”

  Pippa blinked in surprise. Surprise at the fact that he’d figured her out, but mostly surprise at how good it felt to be handled so roughly by a strong, dangerous man, an alien warrior covered in tattoos.

  “I’m not,” she gasped.

  He pulled harder, and she closed her eyes for a second, trying to regain her composure. Her panties were soaked, and her pussy was throbbing for more. She wanted more. She couldn’t believe that she was actually considering annoying him further, so he’d handle her even rougher.

  “Can’t a girl long for two things at once? Yes, I want to go home, but I also want you... Your body, your...” She swallowed hard. “I want you inside me.”

  Ash growled low in his chest. Pippa took that as her cue to force his hand. Literally, and metaphorically. She reached out and grabbed his cock through his pants, squeezing hard, tracing its hard, throbbing shape as if she was trying to weigh it, measure it, and figure out if it would be enough for her. She smirked triumphantly when he couldn’t suppress a moan.

  “Mmm... I think I’m going to enjoy this,” she whispered. “If you give it to me, that is.”

  That did it. He couldn’t take it any longer. He attacked her wicked lips with his, his tongue pushing inside, his teeth biting her until she yelped and started pushing at his chest. Her struggle was just for show, though. Pippa’s body responded to his rough ministrations like a starved, thirsty little thing that needed him to stay alive. As he ravaged her mouth, he ripped her clothes off and pushed her onto the bed. He only broke the kiss to remove his own clothes, but Pippa didn’t have any patience for a strip show. As he pulled his sweater over his head, he felt her hands grabbing at his belt, undoing it, and pushing his pants down his legs. He dragged in a sharp breath when she released his hard cock from its confines and started stroking it teasingly. He’d had the control until then, but once her tiny hands were on his member, Ash wasn’t sure anymore...

  Pippa couldn’t help but stare at the round, engorged head as she smeared the beads of pre-cum down the veiny shaft. It was dark and significantly bigger than what she’d experienced before, and she wondered whether this might be a common trait of Iarnian... well... cocks. The rest of Ash’s member was thick and long, smooth to the touch, and oh-so-responsive to her every stroke. For a brief moment, she wondered what it might taste like, then she mentally slapped herself and went right for it, her tongue darting out to lick a drop of pre-cum just as it was making its way down the mushroom head. She heard Ash moan above her and felt his hand press down on the back of her head. So impatient... But she didn’t mind. She knew she was in control now, and she was going to enjoy every second of it. His cock tasted amazing. She wanted much more than just the tip, so she dived down and took him in her mouth completely, slightly chocking when the head hit the back of her throat. She stayed like that for a while, trying to adjust to his girth, then started moving slowly, using her hands to thoroughly rub the shaft as she went up to swirl her tongue around the impressive tip.

  Ash moved his hips, imposing the rhythm and guiding her with a firm hand. He pulled at her hair, pressed her down, made that little tongue of hers lap at his cock just the way he liked it. She was good, he had to give her that. But he couldn’t waste himself on a blow job when he knew her pussy was more than ready for him.

  Pippa gasped when he pulled away and leaned over her, his hand coming to squeeze her jaw.

  “Tell me how you want it, little Terran.”

  She gave him a defiant smirk. “I want to ride you.”

  He laughed and threw her onto the bed. As she lay there, he drank in the sight of her body, and when his vision was so full of her lush curves, dark nipples, and soft red hair between her legs, he got rid of his boots and pants, and climbed on top of her.

  Pippa closed her eyes and let her moans, yelps, and gasps speak for her as his hands started exploring her shamelessly. He kneaded her heavy breasts, pinched her nipples, massaged her round belly, and dug his fingers between her wet folds, deep inside her tight passage. He was like a kid with a new toy. She couldn’t and wouldn’t do anything about it. She’d never thought she’d enjoy being used like this, and the idea that she was offering her body to him in exchange for something made her pussy throb harder for his cock. By this point, she doubted he was going to let her ride him, and that was fine. She didn’t think she’d have the physical strength to sit upright and also move once he was inside her.

  Just as expected, he turned her around, and all she could do was to dig her knees and hands onto the mattress and brace herself when he took her from behind and started thrusting fast and hard. He didn’t wait for her to adjust or get more comfortable. Everything he did was urgent and passionate, almost desperate. Like they were around the clock and trying to feel and taste as much of each other as they could. Not enough time to take things slowly... Not enough patience to make it meaningful. Pippa grabbed a pillow and screamed into it when her first orgasm hit, the sound coming out muffled and pained, as if she was trying to decide whether she felt release from coming so hard, or whether it was too much for her body. Ash didn’t stop. He reached around and squeezed her breasts, pushing his cock deeper inside her soaked passage. The orgasm made her open herself to him even more, her juices coating his cock, inviting him in until his tip reached her cervix and started hitting it rhythmically, making her claw the sheets and moan Ash’s name into the pillow. A second orgasm shook her entire body, her knees gave out, and Ash collapsed on top of her as he shot his seed deep within her pussy, his teeth sinking in the flesh of her shoulder, claiming her as no man had claimed her before.

  Pippa screamed at the pain but didn’t push him away. She didn’t have any more strength left. When he rolled to one side and pulled her into his arms, she sighed in contentment and pressed her head to his chest. His heart was beating steadily, his pulse going back to normal. Her fingers found their way into his fur collar, and now that he was completely naked, she knew the thing was as real as they came, and not some pelt coming from a strange Iarnian animal with fur as yellow as Ash’s hair. This time, although he shuddered at her touch, he didn’t move away. It seemed like he had no intention to run out of the room just because she dared to get a little more intimate with him.

  “Do you like it?” she asked.

  Ash scrunched up his nose. “I don’t know... It’s nice, I guess.”

  “You didn’t like it the last time.”

  “It felt... unexpected. I mean... unexpectedly invasive.”

  “I’m sorry, I didn’t know it was a...err... forbidden spot?”

  He chuckled. “It’s not. Many women have done it before, but when you did it yesterday, it felt different. It’s fine now.”

  Pippa bit her lower lip. She didn’t like him talking about other women as if it was nothing, as if she was just one of many. Well, what had she expected, then? For him to declare his undying love after a half hour tryst? It wasn’t supposed to be about that, anyway. Feelings were out of the question, and she hadn’t slept with him because they liked each other. Although... did they like each other? At least a bit, maybe? They certainly liked fucking each other...

  She sat up and pulled the first fur pelt she could reach over her nakedness.

  “All right, it’s your turn,” she said. “How will you get me to Uthea?”

  Ashtar looked up at her. He didn’t say anything for a long, torturous minute, then simply got out of the bed and started putting on his clothes.

  “You’re not going to Uthea. For now, you’re not going anywhere. Trev needs yo
u, remember?”

  Pippa felt like she was choking on nothing. She cleared her throat, sat up straighter, and looked him squarely in the eyes.

  “What are you talking about? We had a deal. You made a promise.”

  “I didn’t promise you anything,” he said coldly. He was putting on his boots now. “Even if I had, you’re a slave, little Terran. Promises don’t mean much when they’re made to slaves. They’re like... an incentive, you see? A little something to make them obey faster.”

  She turned pale. Deep down, she felt like she’d known he would betray her trust. He was a stranger, after all, and she was at his mercy.

  “Is that what you really think, Ashtar Y’tamin?”

  To her disappointment, the tone of her question didn’t have much of an impact on his conscience. Or, it didn’t look like it. He gave her a cold smile and headed to the door.

  “Yeah. That’s exactly what I think. See you around, Pippa Steele.”

  “Damn you!” She grabbed the pillow and threw it at him. Too late. It hit the closed door and feel pathetically to the floor. “Ugh!”

  She pounded the mattress with her fists a couple of times, then jumped out of the bed with the intention to run into the bathroom and take a shower. Her sudden desire to wash him off of her vanished when she felt his hot seed trickle down her inner thighs. Her pussy clenched at the memory of having his thick, strong cock inside her, and she cursed herself for wanting more of what he’d just given her. Two orgasms. She bet he could do better next time. But, would there be a next time? If she gave herself to him again, then what did that make her?

  “A slave...”

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Trev

  He couldn’t believe that Kayvor was, yet again, insisting to send Pippa to Sephara, along with apologies for not having given her back to her master sooner.

  “We will,” Trev said. “But give me a bit more time to figure this out. What’s the rush?”

  Kay pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.

  “I saw my father today.”

  “Did you tell him about...”

  “No! Of course not. But I don’t like lying to him, nor to the Council. We can’t afford to piss off anyone on Sephara right now. Not even a scumbag slave trader.”

  “I’m glad you, at least, agree that slave traders are scumbags.”

  Trev was pacing the floor of the large living room. He didn’t feel like himself today. Since he’d seen Pippa that morning and showed her around, he couldn’t focus on his work, couldn’t eat... He couldn’t even drink the cup of tea that had been waiting for him on the table for ten minutes. He felt like if he put anything in his mouth, he’d throw it up immediately.

  “What’s wrong with you?” Kay asked in slight concern. He sat in an armchair and poured himself a cup of hot tea from the teapot the servant girl had left for them. “Did something happen?”

  “N-no. It’s nothing.”

  Kay chuckled. He took a sip of tea, his eyes following Trev’s erratic pacing with deep interest.

  “She wanted to go for a walk, you know,” he eventually said. “I was just about to leave for Kriva, and she caught up with me and asked me to take her out because she’s not allowed to leave the house alone.”

  “And?”

  Kay shrugged. “We walked for a bit. She fell. I helped her up. She tried to seduce me. I told her that her little game won’t work. Not with me, nor with you or Ash.”

  Trev froze in place. He had his back turned to Kay. He didn’t want him to see the expression on his face, how the blood had drained from his cheeks, leaving him as pale as a ghost. He cleared his throat and grunted in response.

  “She tried it on you too, didn’t she?” Kay insisted.

  “I don’t know. I couldn’t tell.”

  “Right.”

  Trev was trying to come up with something to change the subject when Ash burst into the room, grabbed the keys to the Red Beast off a shelf, where Kay had put them earlier, and walked thunderously back toward the main hall to grab his coat and snow shades.

  “Hey! Not so fast, brother!” Kay jumped to his feet and grabbed him by the arm. “Where are you going?”

  “You know where,” Ash growled. He pulled his arm free and shot Kay a threatening look.

  Trev cocked an eyebrow. He studied Ash and Kay for a moment, afraid that the tension between them was about to blow up in all their faces. When those two argued, it was up to him to break them apart before one of them did something he’d later regret. This time, however, Trev also felt something toward Ash... What was that feeling? How could he describe it? Anger? But why? Yes, Ashtar was stupid and reckless, but that had never made Trevkon particularly angry or disappointed. It was as if he could sense that Ash had just done something neither he, nor Kay would have ever agreed with.

  “You were in her room, weren’t you?” Kay asked between gritted teeth.

  “So what if I was?”

  “What did you do, you fool?”

  Trev took a step toward them. He touched Kay’s arm, and Kay backed down ever so slightly.

  Ash rolled his eyes and crossed his bulky arms over his chest.

  “Nothing you pussies haven’t already considered.”

  Kay laughed bitterly. “By Esus, she tricked you! And you fell into her trap like the idiot that you are.”

  Ash scowled at him. “She didn’t trick me, smartass. I tricked her.”

  “What did you promise her?”

  “That I’d arrange for her to be sent to Uthea. I didn’t even have to say the exact words, though.” He straightened his back and grinned at Trev and Kay proudly and unapologetically. “She couldn’t wait to jump my bones. I’m pretty sure she knew Uthea would never happen, but she needed a good fuck so badly that she blatantly lied to herself.”

  The next thing he knew, Trevkon was all over Ashtar, his fists deep in the blond fur of his collar, pulling and pushing as if he was trying to shake some sense into him.

  “You piece of shit,” he spat out. “How could you? You took advantage of her, and now you talk about her like she were a slut. You’re not my brother anymore. You should have never been part of this triad.”

  “Trev.”

  Kay placed a hand on his shoulder, but Trev pushed him away, then released Ash, took a step back, and hit the General right in his tattooed jaw. When Kay grabbed his arms from behind, he struggled and kicked him in the shins.

  “By Esus, Trevkon! What has gotten into you?”

  Ash rubbed his sore jaw and laughed in Trev’s face as Kay was trying to stop him from hitting him again.

  “He’s jealous,” Ash said. “He didn’t hit that when he had the chance, and now he’s whining like a little bitch.” He stepped closer to Trev and grabbed him by the jaw. “Ain’t that true? She offered herself to you, and you could have fucked her senseless, but you’re too good for that. You’re a good boy, Trev. You’re a priest of the Temple of the Heart, and that means you don’t fuck damsels in distress. Well, too bad for you, loser. Boohoo!”

  “What the fuck, Ashtar?!” Kay released Trev, throwing him to the side, away from the General. “I’ve never seen you react like this. What has she done to you? Okay, we get it. You slept with her. Good for you. Now chill the fuck out and pull yourself together.” He turned to Trev. “And you. What is wrong with you? Saying that Ash should have never been part of our triad? Are you two seriously fighting over a slave?”

  “She’s not a slave!” Trev and Ash yelled at the same time, which threw Kay completely off guard.

  Trev turned to Ash, brows furrowed. “You just treated her like one.”

  Ash sighed. “I didn’t. She wanted it just as much as I did.” He ran his hand through his long, dark blond hair. “I feel bad that I lied to her, okay? I just... She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. And you can’t argue with me on that. I know you can’t.” He looked Trev in the eyes. “What I did... You would have done
the same if you weren’t a priest.” Then, he looked at Kay. “And you, if you weren’t the diplomat that you are. All high morals and wanting to do the right thing...” He chuckled. “I’m not like you guys. I’m a warrior without a war to fight. I’m a trainwreck, a drunk, an outsider. A pretty Terran shows up in my house and smiles nicely at me... I’m not going to reject the best thing that has happened to me in years.”

  Kay sighed heavily. He didn’t know what to say, and Trev didn’t know either. It was very rare that Ash was so honest and vulnerable.

  “I didn’t mean it,” Trev eventually whispered. “Your place is right here with us.”

  Ash nodded. “No hard feelings, brother. It’s fine. Now, if you’ll excuse me, the Angry Cerber is waiting for me.”

  “You’re not going anywhere,” Kay said. “We’re ending this now.” He moved past Ash and Trev, and headed up the stairs. “If she can relight the red stone, then she can do it now. Not tomorrow, not the day after tomorrow... We’ve been foolish to wait and keep her here, under our roof. She’s nothing but trouble. Pippa Steele has almost broken our bond. I will not allow what happened today to happen again.”

  Kay was in Pippa’s room in minutes, with Ash and Trev in tow. They found her drying her long, red hair after a shower, dressed in comfy pajamas. When they burst into her room, she froze in place, eyes wide, lips parted in surprise.

  “What are you...?”

  She didn’t finish her sentence. Kay grabbed her roughly by the arm, dragged her toward the door, and only stopped to throw her boots at her and order her to put them on.

  “It’s time to prove the Prophecy either right or wrong, Terran,” Kay spat at her. “After your little stunt with Ash, I think you’ve taken enough advantage of our good will. You’re either useful to us or you’re not.”