Hero Unmasked: 3 (Heroes of Saturn)

by Anna Alexander

“Fiona. I’m sorry, Mistress Fiona. What are you doing?”

  She ran the flat length of the cold steel along his shaft. “Don’t question me. This is my fantasy.”

  Snip-snip.

  Dhavin watched her with wide eyes. His breath puffed out in sharp bursts, which led her to believe he’d never had an intimate haircut before. She took extra care in clipping the hair at his groin down to the skin. Not even she was so cruel as to dive right in with the razor without properly preparing the area first.

  After he was shorn to her liking, she brushed up the mess and wrapped a warm, damp towel around his cock. With the scissors safely tucked out of sight, he melted into the mattress, his legs falling open and a deep sigh rumbled from his chest as his eyes closed in relaxation.

  Poor schmuck, did he think she was finished? Hell, she was just getting started.

  His eyes flew open when she chuckled with wicked intent and cracked open the packaging on a brand-new four-blade razor. She whipped away the warm towel and blew a cool breath across the toasty pink skin. One hand worked the shaft while the other massaged his sac in firm strokes that had him groaning and jerking at his restraints.

  Just as the pre-cum began to pool at the tip, she pulled away and reached for the can on the floor. She flashed him a smile as she worked some shaving cream into a lather in her hands and slathered it over his dick, stroking her hands up and down to add more steel to his hard-on.

  “Don’t move,” she cautioned as she held up the razor. “Remember, this is my first time.”

  At the touch of the blade against his pelvis he froze and they both held their breath as she made the first stroke. The second and third followed then she cleaned the razor in a bowl of hot water and continued with her work. As the minutes passed, Dhavin’s muscles loosened as he relaxed, and his low moans filled the tiny cabin. In her grip, his cock firmed, pulsing in her palm as she shifted the length this way and that, moving the skin of his testicles to ease her progress as she worked all the way down to the area around his dark hole.

  She took her time, giving the task her utmost focus. The objective was sensual torture, not a punishment that ended up with a trip to the emergency room. Every so often she glanced up at his face and smiled at the way his eyes flashed with heat and passion, his gaze riveted on the movements of her hand. Once he was free of hair and cream, she paid special attention on cleaning the area well, and moved the tools to the table.

  Time for part three of the plan.

  She turned back to her slave and had to grab on to the edge of the table as her knees buckled. She felt her eyes boggle as she got her first good look at the anaconda writhing against his belly and his large testicles that tightened the longer she stared.

  Dhavin moaned. “Jesu, Fiona. I can come from the feel of your gaze alone.”

  She couldn’t catch her breath. Dear Lord. That monster fit inside her? Without the covering of hair, his cock looked as if it were two inches longer and wider than she could encircle with one hand. She was hypnotized and terrified by what she created, but helpless to resist the allure to touch and taste the rosy-pink flesh.

  Kneeling between his thighs, she pressed her tongue against the smooth skin under his ball sac and near his anus. His hips shot up, nearly dislodging her, but she hung on, working her tongue in slow circles around the orbs and sucking each into her mouth. Her hands worked the shaft, stroking up and down and over the weeping knob of the crown, using her thumbs to open the little slit farther apart to dip her tongue in every few licks.

  Dhavin moved like a live wire, jerking and shaking in his leather restraints. Words fell from his lips she didn’t understand. The language was foreign but for a few distinct curse words she recognized. Soon it became a game for her to see what strokes of her tongue brought forth the most heated curses. Holding the crown against the back of her throat with a wiggle of her tongue along the underside of the shaft caused him to moan low in English while quick flicks of the tip under the sensitive glans made him shout in the lyrical language she guessed was Skandavian.

  “Fiona,” he groaned and gasped when she squeezed the base hard in warning. “I mean, Mistress. I’m near to coming. I’m—I’m—ah.”

  She jumped off the bed so fast, his hips kept bucking, unaware she no longer had him in her grasp. It wasn’t time for his orgasm.

  Her hands trembled as she opened the foil packet and withdrew the condom. Man, she hoped it was large enough. Part of her was tempted to double bag his cock, but even she wasn’t that vindictive.

  By the time she rolled the rubber over his flesh, Dhavin was thrashing, his eyes closed tight as he begged for relief. And all because of her.

  The power she had over him at that moment was an aphrodisiac so intense, she wished it came with a warning label. Caution—will cause shakes, dizziness, shortness of breath, severe leaking from the pussy and an insatiable need to be filled.

  Her sheath clenched and ached, expressing its displeasure of being denied for so long. His size no longer frightened her, in fact she hungered to slide down his pole and ride him hard.

  They both watched as the crown parted the lips of her sex and lodged at her entrance. Working her hips back and forth, she took him in deeper and deeper, the stretch burning with delicious heat until her bare pussy kissed the smooth skin of his sac. She braced her hands on his heaving chest and slid up and down, driving all thoughts of revenge from her mind as the pleasure consumed her. On each downstroke her breasts bounced and the flesh of her buttocks rippled, but she didn’t care. She was a woman fucking her man, hugging him in the most intimate of embraces. She, plain ole Fiona Corrione, had a strong warrior with superpowers from another planet between her thighs, under her body, and had him mindless with passion.

  Sweat pooled in his sternum and wet the fabric of the cowl touching his face. His thighs were slick and her hands slipped off his chest as she rode him faster.

  His dark gaze met hers and her pussy fluttered with impending orgasm. “Forgive me,” he said.

  Before she could think to question him, he wrenched forward, snapping the leather straps and scooping his hands under her buttocks.

  He bounced her on his lap, driving his cock deep and grinding his pelvis into her swollen clit. She felt as if she were strapped to a rocket sled, hurtling down the track at Mach 8. Her heart pounded, pressed to his sweat-slick chest as he rocked her up and down. Her mouth worked open and shut, desperately struggling for air.

  Then she hit the wall at the end of the track and shattered. Every molecule in her body burst like a supernova and she felt as if she were tossed from her consciousness, floating above them to view their two bodies as they slammed together in carnal bliss. Her sheath clamped down and gushed so much moisture, it shocked her even though she was out of her mind.

  “Gods, I can feel you come on my balls.” Dhavin groaned, his teeth clenched tight in concentration. “Hate this condom.”

  Unbelievably, his cock hardened, growing thicker and stealing the last of her breath.

  “Never again, Fiona. Next time I’m taking you bare.” His thrusts became frantic. “I’m going to fill you with my seed. Forever, Fiona. You. And. Me.”

  The blood rushed in her ears, drowning out his roar as he came, filling the condom with his cum as his cock twitched and stroked the nerve endings in her sheath to another orgasm.

  Tears spilled from her eyes and the anger she kept leashed burst from its confines. She lacked the breath and energy to shout, so she bit his shoulder, drawing blood, for he had spoken out loud the very dream she had begun to hold in her heart.

  Forever.

  It was a beautiful thought. Forever holding, kissing, loving each other. Joining their lives and making babies. Motherhood had never been one of her aspirations, but lately the thought was in her peripheral vision. She had wanted to carry Cam’s child and give him the family he had given up when he came to this new world.

  But those dreams were about Cam, not Dhavin. Who was this man who shuddered in
her arms and held her to him as if to absorb her into his skin? Was he a man she could love?

  Did she even want to find out?

  Chapter Ten

  When Dhavin had crashed through Earth’s atmosphere his body had gone through transformations so intense he had been left pulverized and had to relearn how to move his body to accommodate his new powers. That experience had been like a shot of B-12 compared to a night spent under Mistress Fiona and far less transformative.

  For the first time in his life, he was whole. The part of himself he had believed he’d left behind on Skandavia was found. Yes, his cousins meant everything to him. It was why he risked his life to save them. They were his family, but they weren’t his family. With Fiona at his side, those dreams were soon to become a reality. He found his home.

  By the Gods, his woman was filled with surprises. Incredulously his cock stirred as if he hadn’t been drained to his marrow in one of the most sexually intense experiences of his life, which was no small feat considering his best friend owned a sex club.

  With one hand, he cupped his swelling shaft while the other blindly reached across the mattress in anticipation of what she had planned for breakfast.

  Cold sheets met his palm. The chill worked down his spine like a warning beacon.

  He sat up with a jerk and spotted Fiona standing near the foot of the bed.

  Mistress Fiona was long gone, and the way she was dressed, wearing jeans, boots, scarf and a winter coat buttoned up to her chin, Dhavin wondered if he had dreamt the entire evening. Only the sticky residue on his flesh and the smooth skin around his groin confirmed the events of the night before.

  Her cold, vacant stare drew his balls up into his body. Whatever thoughts were going through her mind were not good. Under the mantle of determination that kept her shoulders straight, she carried a sadness so profound it made his hearts ache. It was as if she had lost her best friend.

  “Fiona. What is it?”

  Her mouth opened then shut. Several times she appeared ready to speak but stopped short. Each attempt tightened the anxiety in his gut until he couldn’t breathe.

  “You know.” She paused and closed her eyes. The derisive laughter that puffed from her lips didn’t lessen his tension. “I’ve been thinking of what I would say to you at this moment for a while now, but I don’t think there’s anything that will make me feel better, so I’ll just leave it at goodbye. Goodbye, Dhavin. It’s been…real.”

  Dhavin?

  What was the phrase? Ah, yes. The shit was hitting the fan.

  “Fiona.” He leapt from the bed, blocking her path to the door as she stepped toward the exit. “Wait. I don’t understand.”

  “Are you kidding me?” she screeched. “Look me in the eye and swear you’re not Dhavin Kilsgaard.”

  “I—” Cold air burned his heaving lungs. “I. Can’t.”

  He reached up and pulled off the mask covering his head. Even though not a stitch of clothing covered his body, removing the hood left him feeling exposed in ways he had never experienced.

  Fiona’s eyes widened and her breath hitched. The determination he had sensed in her earlier increased tenfold. She swirled a finger, indicating his face. “I rest my case.”

  He sidestepped to block her again. “I was going to tell you the truth.”

  “When? Tomorrow? Next month? On your deathbed? On my deathbed? After you knocked me up?”

  “No.” Although that would have been nice. His thoughts must have shown on his face for she gasped in outrage and stomped her little foot.

  “Look, if you don’t mind, I’m trying to keep this civil, so goodbye.”

  He allowed her to march out the door so he could pull some pants on. His cock was not behaving in an appropriate manner and needed to be pinned down for his brain to begin to function fast enough to match her wit. She had only taken three steps toward her car before he swept her up in his arms and deposited her back in the cabin. The door swung closed with a solid thud behind him.

  Jesu, how did this morning became such a clusterfuck?

  “You must give me the chance to explain. The Chameleon is not my secret to bear alone. If you know who I am, then you know who my family is. I couldn’t risk their identities by telling you the truth so early.”

  “You think I haven’t thought of that?” She pushed against his chest for him to release her, but he kept her in the circle of his arms. “Look, I’m not upset because Cam kept his identity from me. I’m angry because you,” she pushed her finger into his sternum, “Dhavin, tricked me. I told you I wasn’t interested in going out with you and you used your powers to sense my emotions and manipulated me to get your way.”

  “That’s because you wouldn’t give me a chance to court you properly. You believed I was arrogant and deceitful.”

  She snatched the cowl from his hand and waved it like a flag. “Thank you for proving my point.”

  “The only thing I’ve lied about to you is my role as the Chameleon. Everything else has been true.”

  “All of it?” She crossed her arms in challenge. “Every word?”

  “Yes.”

  “Are you really from a planet called Skandavia?”

  “Yes.”

  “Were you really a royal guard?”

  “Yes.”

  “Were you banished for not protecting the queen?”

  “Actually, that was Kristos.”

  “I’m outta here.”

  “Wait.” He gripped her by the shoulders, dropping his hands when she slapped at his wrists. “Kristos was the one who was banished, as was Lucian. I came to Earth to warn them about a plot to end their lives. If I told you about my journey, you would have guessed the truth about Kristos and Lucian.”

  “Don’t remind me of them. I’m sure you’ve all had a good laugh over the stupid Earth-girl.”

  “Is that what you think?” He didn’t need to ask. The sour taste of her embarrassment coated his tongue and curdled his stomach. “Never, Fiona. Believe me, I have not found any part of this deception humorous. The reason I’ve been hesitant to tell you the truth is because I feared this very moment. I did not want to see you look at me like I physically struck you. The fact I’ve caused the woman I love pain wounds me deep.”

  “You don’t love me. Those are pretty words Dhavin would say to charm a woman.”

  “No. I mean what I say.” He took her hand and placed it on the center of his chest. “My feelings have always been true. I love you, Fiona. And I know you love me. We can make this work.”

  Her fingers flexed on his skin, pressing gently into the muscle before pulling away. She looked up at him with eyes that shimmered as if she were looking at him from the bottom of a wishing well. “You’re wrong. I loved Cam, and he doesn’t exist. I don’t even know who Dhavin is. And I don’t think I want to know.”

  “Fiona.”

  She dodged his outstretched hand. “Leave me alone. Please. If you come near me, I’ll tell the sheriff one of her deputies is harassing me. Don’t push me on this.”

  Dhavin let her go although everything in his being screamed at him to drag her back again and use the broken straps to tie her to the bed until she saw reason, but he needed to rebuild her trust and riding roughshod over her wishes now was not going to help his cause.

  Anger and embarrassment dictated her actions now. In time she’d come around. He wouldn’t accept less.

  As the heavy cloud of her disappointment hung in the air like a musty perfume, Dhavin shivered with uncertainty. Perhaps a talk with Brett on how human men grovel at their woman’s feet was needed.

  * * * * *

  Dhavin couldn’t decide what was worse. The ache in his chest from where Fiona ripped out his soul, or the burning in his groin where a five o’clock shadow was appearing on his balls. There was little doubt in his mind that this torture was exactly what Fiona had intended when she planned her grand seduction. Crafty minx.

  The icepack on his crotch and the beer coursing through his blood so
othed a little of the fire in his loins. The blaring television was mindless distraction, passing away the minutes until he could walk without a limp. Yet despite the discomfort, a sense of hope buoyed his spirits. In order for Fiona to be this vindictive, she had to have been hurt deeply, which meant she had to care just as deeply.

  Plus, there were her parting words that replayed in his mind every time he shut his eyes. She didn’t think she wanted to get to know Dhavin. Not want. Think. If optimism was all he had to cling to, then he’d hold on until every sinew in his arms disintegrated and dropped him into the well of oblivion.

  With time her wound would close and he could begin his courtship again. He’d give her just as long as it took for the burning to subside before he launched his pursuit. By midnight, she’d be in his arms.

  “Dhavin,” Kristos bellowed from outside. The heavy pounding of his boots on the front steps rocked the house. “Where are you, you lazy arse?”

  Dhavin reached for a throw pillow to settle across his lap, but he was too slow for Kristos who used his key and speed to open the front door.

  If it hadn’t been directed at him, Dhavin would have thought the stunned look on Kristos’ face was hysterical.

  “By the Gods,” he sputtered and pointed toward the ice pack. “Your woman nailed you in the nuts.”

  “No. She didn’t.” He sank deeper into the couch and closed his eyes. That amused look on his cousin’s face was as painful to bear as his laughter fizzing across his sensitive skin. “Leave, please.”

  “Are you kidding? And miss out on the details? When Brett told me you called in ill, I had to come over. What happened?”

  Dhavin released a heavy sigh. “Fiona figured out I’m the Chameleon.”

  “How?”

  “She’s a smart woman. I’m actually proud she knows her lover so well she could no longer be fooled.”

  “Well bully for you.” Kristos crossed his arms. “Can she be trusted with our secret?”

  “For certain. She’s more angry that I used the mask to seduce her than over the knowledge of my identity. She won’t tell anyone.”