I turned to face him and without warning he drove several hard waves of water barreling in my direction with a few powerful swashes of his arms. He laughed hysterically while doing it as if he really were a little boy again.
“Hey!” I cried, trying to dodge his attack unsuccessfully. The water pelted my face like a tsunami making my eyes water.
Not one to lose a battle, even if it was a play battle, I returned a few ferocious splashes of my own in his direction. He dipped his head under the water dodging my attack. Then like a cunning opponent popping back up out of the water. But this time he was behind me and no doubt ready for another surprise splash attack.
Wave after wave of hard water came pelting into my back rushing me forward.
I gave out a squeal of delight before turning to face him and returning his splash attack with righteous fury. The smile on his face was priceless as his head peaked out of the water and his arms rushed water barreling towards me.
We played this game for what felt like minutes but must have been hours based on the weakening of the sun’s intensity. I didn’t know when last I laughed this hard or had this much fun, but I knew it had been years.
I didn’t want it to end. It was as if somewhere deep in my heart I was subconsciously afraid that leaving the water meant going back to the mansion and all the horrors it contained. That’s how it was all those years ago when we played in the creek. Being with Jamie brought back many fond memories, but also many dark ones.
The splashes ended, and Jamie treaded water in front of me. His once fluffy brown hair, now soaked and dripping. The wet hair glued to the smoothness of his forehead.
I’d expected another surprise splash to come my way, but one look in Jamie’s eyes told me something had shifted. All playfulness had melted away and his eyes trembled with so much unspoken desire.
“Jessy, you do not understand how much I miss playing with you. It really brings me back,” he said while narrowing the gap between us. His eyes stayed fixed on mine. “But you know a lot has changed about me since we were kids.”
I’ll say, just one look at him and that was more than obvious.
“As kids there were so many things I wish I could have said, and then as teenagers so many things I wanted to do,” he almost sang those words. His hand rose from the water and he gently brushed his fingers over my shoulder. His eyes glued to a patch of bare skin as if he’d seen nothing more beautiful.
His touch set a series of flames ablaze under my skin and a tremor of desire rumbled through my chest.
“Jessy,” he whispered, coming in to wrap his arms around my waist underwater. He then pulled me into the expanse of his chest and brought his lips to my ear. His hair tickled against my cheek and I shuddered from the feel of his hard body pressed against mine.
“So many things I’ve wanted to do… to you” he continued whispering in my ear.
His arm around me anchored me to him and pushed my body slightly out of the water, just enough that the fullness of my breasts were now on display, peeking out of the water.
He tilted his head down and eyed each pointed nipple with unbridled fascination. He swallowed hard, his eyes almost seeming to glow with excitement.
My heart soared in my chest as my muscles relaxed in the safety of his arms.
As kids, we’d swam together all the time but not like this. We were adults and being naked together would never be the same as it was back then. Now the air felt scorching and heavy as desire encircled us, gripping us tight with its claws.
“So beautiful,” he breathed. “I didn’t think God had such perfection in him to make something as beautiful as you.” An air of seduction dripped from his every word. Every note was a powerful aphrodisiac that made me yearn for his touch more and more.
His arms wrapped around me felt like silk against my skin, smooth yet strong. His body smelled of woodlands, mixed with a hearty, manly finish. His delicious scent made my mouth water.
Without thinking, I leaned my head towards his chest and ran my tongue along his neck. The salty sweetness of his skin set my senses ablaze and shot a jolt of need right down to my pussy.
I licked him again, pressing my lips to his neck and sucked. I meant it to be playful, but it was anything but. As I sucked, I meant to brand him. It was a mark of ownership. A symbol of possession.
He threw his head back and gave out a moan, welcoming my mark.
He must have loved the feel of my lips on him because I felt the slight stab of his emerging claws in my back. It was gentle yet there was no hiding it. He yearned for me and his inner wolf commanded him to claim me as his.
Jamie slightly jerked his body back, which separated my lips from his neck. He then swooped his head in to press his lips onto my neck. He trailed his lips slowly down my neck with one sweet kiss after the next. The sensation was like sugar, so sweet I could taste it on the tip of my tongue and feel it in the throb of my aching clit.
My body hungered for him. I starved for more of his touch, more of him. I’d always felt a connection to Jamie, but now that bond had exploded like a hurricane ripping a door off its hinges.
What I felt went past sexual attraction, there was something more, so much more.
Jamie’s lips reached the valley between my breasts and the air left my lungs as if ripped out by an unseen force.
His eyes flicked up to mine questioningly. It was as if he was searching my expression for the answer to whatever he was about to ask next.
In a raspy voice, he begged, “Taste? I need to taste you. Now.”
My body now demanded his touch. The hair on the back of my neck rose to attention. Every inch of my body felt electrified by the contrast of the cool water that swiped at my back and the warm chest that pressed at my belly.
I meant to speak, but I just gave a nod, my eyes hard on his. I couldn’t utter a single word with the fire that was ravaging its way through my body.
With a look of satisfaction his head leaned into my breast, his arms hauling me up to him as if I weighed nothing.
He eyed my breasts for a moment, his gaze as hungry as it was feral. Outstretching his tongue, he ran it gently over my swollen peaks. He tasted them, teased them, almost devoured them with each wicked stroke of his warm tongue.
I gave out a cry as honey laced heaven turned my brain to mush. He transformed my body into an instrument of pure pleasure. The surrounding water rippled as if stirred awake by Jamie's passionate assault on my nipples.
He went from one peak to the other, greedily sucking each. With eager devotion he tended to each of their needs taking his time with them as if he could do this forever. As if he would love to suck them forever.
There was only one problem, he was a wolf. By his very nature, there was nothing gentle about him. His muscles tensed against me, his sucking became faster and more savage, driving me to the edge of oblivion.
Finally, seeming unable to resist his wicked desires anymore, he took a hard bite down on one nipple, pinching the other between his thumb and index finger. Ecstasy and pain mixed within me. It was sugar and scrumptious spice, and it was driving me insane.
“Oh, Jamie,” I moaned, trembling in his arms. His grip around me tightened as he held me in his wolfish snare. He kept sucking and biting my captive nipples as if nothing could ever tear him from them. There was no escaping him now, even if I wanted to. And there was nothing I wanted less than to leave him now.
My hips gyrated about in the water, rippling it slightly. It was a testament to my growing need. I couldn’t see Jamie’s cock beneath the water, but by the prod of his hardness into my belly I knew it had grown to a size that more than suited its tall, hulking owner.
His hands slip down to grip my ass, quelling my hips movements.
Releasing my nipple from between his teeth, his eyes shot back up to mine. This time they shined, almost sparkling like silver diamonds. These were the eyes of a wolf, not a man. His inner beast was now fighting with him for control. It wanted full reign to r
avage, rip and take all it wanted from me.
The wolves’ mating frenzy was something every magical adult had heard of. It was the stuff of endless rumor and fascination. There was a saying, ‘that when heavy emotion lights the passion of a wolf; the frenzy is never far behind. The wolf will fuck till the object of his desire can take no more. The wolf must then bite the neck of his love, claiming her as his for all the world to see.’
“Let me satisfy you,” he rasped in a voice so deep and foreign, it was clear the beast had almost taken Jamie whole. But he was still there, I could see him in his eyes. He was every bit as hungry as his beast, every bit as close to his breaking point as it was.
“Satisfy me?” I said the words in a whimper.
“Just a touch, I can’t stand to see you in need,” he leaned in to whisper into my ear as I felt the rub of his hand on my thigh. Soft yet determined. It was a request that demanded an answer.
His hand’s gentle caress over my thighs set my pussy into a spasming frenzy. She was crying. No, she was begging to meet the source of her torture and to know the pleasures of his touch.
There was more than temptation in his eyes, there was a wicked promise of toe-curling ecstasy.
Unable to defend against the fire burning away at me, I nodded my response.
His eyes glinted with excitement at that and without warning, he maneuvered his free hand in the water.
The press of two fingers swiping over my pussy made me tremble. He delicately parted my folds. My back arched from the sensation and I stifled a cry.
I grabbed hold of both his arms, sinking my nails into his skin in anticipation of pleasures to come.
The air exploded from my chest as Jamie began to gently caress my clit with the pad of his index finger. Every wicked stroke of his finger was a fresh agony, one I wished would go on forever.
“Don’t stop!” I cried, throwing my head back as my face twisted in agonizing delight.
The feeling of his finger grinding circles around my clit was so amazing I felt it swell more and more with every touch. I’d been touched many times in my life but never like this. It’s as if his hand was meant to touch me and his lips were meant to kiss me. My body completely surrendered to him. At this moment I felt as if the Gods themselves ordained this moment, because it couldn’t have been more perfect if it was written in a love story.
“Does that feel good?” He asked with a devilish grin, knowing the answer just from the look on my face and the way my hips moved to the rhythm of his finger strokes.
“Yes!” I moaned loudly.
He drove me half mad with the feel of his finger on my clit. Jamie had way too much power over me, right now he was the master of my body. The king of my pleasure and my destruction.
He wouldn’t be for long though. Playing second fiddle just wasn’t my style. I needed to send him a message, one I didn’t need words to convey.
Without warning, I slid my hand through the water, sneaking down to take hold of his cock. His eyes flew open in shock, a smile gracing his face bright as sunshine.
“Oh, hello!” He declared.
This was my declaration of war. The first to cum was the loser. Though we’d never played this game before I knew he accepted my challenge. Because as I began stroking his cock, his finger rotation intensified its grinding on my clit. He then pressed my sensitive bud between two fingers and began pinching and toying with it. This sent waves of sensation coursing through my body like electricity.
I gripped his cock tighter, stroking it hard from base to tip. His brows knitted as if he were just hit with a wave of sensation greater than he was prepared to handle. I continued massaging his cock, ramping up the pace, and he gritted his teeth as if trying to hide just how amazing it felt.
Even as he took his pleasure from me, he never stopped playing with my clit.
“You really are something, you kn- know that-ha-at?” He said in a chopping voice. “But I’m win-ning this game.”
And with that, his pinching changed to a circular motion on my clit that stole the last bit of power from my body. I could barely summon the strength to keep gripping him with the orgasm looming closer and closer.
I was losing the battle but winning so much more. The sensation ripping through me was almost too much to handle.
I tried to keep my focus, still determined to win, to make him cum first, but my body had other plans. I had gone too far, he’d brought me too far.
His hands were too skillful, too determined, his stroking too sweet. I felt myself coming undone more and more as I neared the edge. Just then, like a tsunami to the face, rapture tore through me, stealing my sanity, my air, my everything.
My body trembled as pleasure like I’d never known warmed me from the inside out, breaking me apart and then making me whole again.
My every muscle liquefied, and my hand loosened around his cock. He shot me a triumphant grin as I sank into the water, no longer having the strength to keep myself above water.
He gripped his arms around me pulling back up to him. His expression one of triumph and joy he pressed a kiss to my lips. His lips tasted delicious, so delicious I bit his lower lip.
Our lips parted, and we stilled in the water gazing into each other’s eyes.
“Looks like this round goes to me,” he said.
“I suppose you’d have to beat me at something, eventually.” I laughed, and he bent down to catch a mouth full of water, before squirting it at my cheek playfully.
“Say that again and I’ll beat you one more time right here, right now.” His words held a hidden danger that said this time he’d use more than just his fingers.
I was about to speak when the stomp of footsteps near the water’s edge stole my attention. Who in Dominion was that and could they have picked a worse time?
“Well, well, well, looky what we have here.” a voice called out from the banks and my eyes shot to the source of the sound of the interruption. “Glad to see you kids are having fun.”
Oh, my Gods. It was Drake. He stood by the banks of the water eyeing us malevolently. Without asking, he kicked my clothes to the side and snatched up his comm device, pocketing it. To my horror he then snatched up my parchment. The same parchment that held all my contact codes, the ones I needed to help me get home.
“Leave that alone, demon. Take your comm device and go!” I demanded.
Ignoring my warning he held it up to his face, reading it, considering all the codes, trying to figure out what they were for.
“Seems you really have been a busy girl. Calling all your friends with my phone and then topping it off by fucking psycho killers in the lake, huh? Is that how the Fae roll these days?”
Psycho killers? Did he mean Jamie? This demon was the psycho. He’d treated me badly from the moment I arrived and now he dared call me Jamie a psycho?
“The only psycho I see here is you. Now you can take your comm device back but leave the parchment,” I repeated, a threatening edge to my tone but my bluff carried no weight with me naked in the water several feet away.
This was bad. There was no telling what other emergencies I would face before getting the hell out of here. If I lost those codes, I would lose all ability to contact Nabiri again, even if I found another comm device.
“Now listen here you big asshole. That parchment doesn’t belong to you,” Jamie barked out, “put it down and leave us alone. Jealousy doesn’t look good on you, Drake.”
“Shut it, Zero.” Drake bit out, baring his teeth at Jamie.
“You’re the zero!” I retorted, raising a fist in the air to shake it before beginning my swim over to Drake.
“Stop right there!” Drake declared, before a burst of pure red flame shot from his mouth like a geyser. Spilling into the air above him.
Dragon fire? Wait, he couldn’t possibly be planning to burn it, could he? My heart rate increased as he raised the parchment high, eyeing it with evil intent.
“I’m warning you. Torch it and I’ll end you!” I
bellowed, not moving any closer to him. Jamie swam up to my side.
“I second that notion,” Jamie continued.
“I’d be careful who you threaten if I were you.” Drake replied, still holding my parchment above his head. “You do not understand who you’re messing with, Fae. Nor do you have any idea who your letting fuck you. Do yourself a favor and cut the wolf from your coattails before he slits your throat open. And steal my phone again and you’ll have my blade to worry about next.”
“Wait!” I called out. “What are you doing?” I asked as Drake pocketed the parchment and stalked over to my clothes which sat in a pile on the ground by the tree root.
“I think I’ll hold on to these codes for a while. Want it back, you know where to find me. But in the meantime,” He now stood over my clothes, eying them with a look of contempt. Then parted his lips and a powerful geyser of flame shot from his mouth tearing for my clothes. The flame ignited the fabric, incinerating it instantly. “Enjoy the walk back to your cell naked.”
With a wink and a cheeky grin, Drake spun around and made off into the trees with my parchment.
“Get the hell back here!” I demanded, but it was too late, he had already left.
OK, now I was mad. Really mad. My clothes being burned to cinders was one thing, but how in Dominion was I going to get that parchment back?
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Jessy
I was going to kill that dragon shifter. I mean just straight up drown him in toad saliva for this. Nobody steals from me and gets away with it.
I climbed out of the water and strode over to the pile of ash that was once my clothes. I had clothes in the box in my cell, but that was all the way back in the prison. Jamie came out of the water after me and went to stand over his clothes that lay crumbled up on the ground by the tree.
I gave out a sigh, glancing down at the blacked ashes that now blew over the grass.
Great. My eyes fixed on Jamie who now held his clothes to his chest.
“Wait a minute. How come your clothes are here? Didn’t you chuck them off before you shifted?”
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