by Sumida,Amy
“Release the bonds on my body, the wards on my womb,” I chanted as I reached up under my skirt, and rubbed the Frankincense into my abdomen. I inhaled sharply as the spell sizzled away, and then I nodded to Kirill. “It's done.”
So simple and yet so momentous.
“Come here, Vervain,” he held his hand out to me.
I went to him, and he again lifted me into his arms, carrying me to the last door at the end of the hallway, the one which led to my... our bedroom. Within it, my Chinese wedding bed dominated the room, the faint smell of sandalwood drifting from its elaborately carved walls. The air conditioning was already on, circulating a cool breeze through the room. He'd also lit candles, enough candles that he'd had to turn the air up higher to adjust for the heat. He'd even lit the teal lights I had on the shelves, up in the back corners of the bed. Kirill laid me down on the scarlet silk sheets as I took in the romantic setting. That rascally Russian had planned to seduce me.
He was naked already and I was still fully clothed. Kirill didn't seem to like that, and practically tore the clothing from my body. I reached for his long braid, to undo it because I loved having his hair falling over me when we made love, but he caught my wrist and pushed it back to the bed.
“I need my hair out of ze vay,” he smiled wickedly at me. “I have plans for much debauchery involving you. Now,” he sat back on his haunches, and surveyed me like a sultan. “Spread your legs.”
I gaped at him. Kirill had been becoming more and more dominant lately, but this was a whole new level.
“Do it, Vervain,” he growled, his eyes glinting in the candlelight. “And touch yourself for me.”
I jerked in shock. What was this about?
“Kirill-”
“No,” he slashed his hand down. “Today, you are mine alone. I claim you, and I am alpha,” he set one palm onto the mattress, and leaned in closer to emphasize his words. “You vill do vhat I vish. Now give yourself to me. Tell me you're mine.”
“I'm already given, remember?” I held up my left hand, my wedding ring glinting in the low light. “Already yours. I have been for a long time now.”
“Zen spread your beautiful legs, and let me see vhat is mine,” he purred, leaning further over me.
I did as he asked, and he gazed down possessively.
“Now touch yourself.”
How could I refuse? I did it, and he groaned, watching me like a lion stalking his next meal. Then his hand gripped mine, stopping me just before I reached my release. I jerked in frustration as he angled his body onto the bed beside mine. His lips brushed my ear.
“I vant my skin to smell of you. And I vant you to smell of me.”
“Okay,” I whispered, my desire drugged mind a little foggy on what that meant exactly.
“Scent mark me, Vervain,” Kirill's eyes were nearly indigo in the candlelight.
“I've never done that to anyone.”
“Sure you have,” Kirill chuckled and it was low, almost a purr. “You're a lioness. You do it vithout even realizing.”
Then he leaned over and showed me. Kirill pulled that long, thick braid of hair over his shoulder, and laid it over my core. He pushed gently as my eyes widened, setting the slick length between my lips, and the drug it back and forth, soaking his hair with my desire. I groaned as he leaned over further, dragging nearly the entire length of it against me. Just as I was about to come, he pulled back, smiling wickedly, and brought his braid to his nose. He inhaled deep, closing his eyes in pleasure, then laid back on the bed.
I eased up onto my shaky knees, my whole body screaming for release. Just looking across the length and breadth of his muscular body brought me close to coming. The delicious curves of his hard stomach, each muscle so precise. The width of his chest covered by light sepia skin. He'd been training in the sun lately, and it showed. Those thickly corded thighs, and what rose between, the perfect length and thickness for me. Just one squeeze of my thighs in the right way and I would- Kirill grabbed my knee.
“Nyet, vait until I tell you,” he smiled, and rolled onto his stomach, cushioning his head on his arms. “You may begin to scent my skin.”
I would have smacked him if it hadn't turned me on so much. Instead, I eased down to his feet, and started to massage his soles. He groaned, his thighs falling open a little, and my gaze was immediately drawn to the glimpse of shadowed manhood. Oh damn. I nearly groaned. My eyes lifted to his perfectly rounded ass. Nope, that didn't help. I inhaled a deep, calming breath, but it only filled my nose with the scent of lion musk and aroused man. Agh! Forget groaning, I was going to scream.
A growl lifted in my throat, and I lowered myself, hands sliding up his calves as I undulated forward. The tips of my breasts coasted over the curve of his ass, and he twitched violently. I gave a victorious smile, and lowered my face to rub him, cheek to cheek as it were. Just one little, affectionate bite, and then I sank down over him, dragging my breasts back down his legs.
“Gods,” he groaned as my fingers slid up the sides of his thighs.
I laid my face to the indent of his lower back, and began to mark him in earnest, rubbing my face back and forth over his warming skin as I pressed myself intimately to his thigh. One good rub and I'd probably come, but I was beginning to enjoy drawing it out. Plus, damn him, he hadn't given me permission yet. It would probably horrify me later, but in that moment, I loved giving him control. Both the lioness and the wolf within me, craved a dominant male.
I kissed my way up his spine until I was laying over him fully, and then drug my palms over his biceps, all the way down to his hands. Placing my hands over his, I laced our fingers together, and rubbed my whole body into him. Another groan escaped him, as if pulled from deep inside his chest. Then I eased up further, and slid my cheek down along his, my tongue darting out to the side, to taste his lips.
“Nyet,” he rolled over, and then eased me up on top of him. “Not yet. Your vork is only half done.”
“Is it?” I lifted a brow, and slid down his chest. “Shouldn't you be doing the marking, Alpha Lion?”
“I am,” he grinned, “I mark you, vhile you mark me. But as alpha, I can just lay here and enjoy. I like zis.”
“You're about to like it even more,” I promised with a sensual smile.
He watched me with glittering eyes, his body tense and his chest lifting with rapid breaths. I continued my slow rub all the way down to his feet, where I started brushing the skin around his ankles with light strokes of my fingertips. He jerked as if lightning had hit him, and I continued upward. A lick at his knee, a graze of breast along his inner thigh, by the time I reached his center, his sex was lifted straight, utterly unyielding, and I was shaking.
I eased up to it with a purr, my eyes fastened on the glistening drop crowning its tip, but suddenly Kirill sat up, and grabbed me around the hips. With a swift movement, he pulled me up his body, and laid back down, spreading my legs, and positioning my knees to either side of his head. With a furious pull, he yanked me down to his face, his chin jutting up into me as his lips closed over that sensitive little bud.
I screamed, ecstasy finally and abruptly achieved. He feasted on past my satisfaction, into that dangerous, beyond zone. I tried to move, to ease back just a little from the powerful sensations of twirling tongue and jutting jaw, but he held tight. I snatched at the carved walls of our bed for something to hold onto as my body seemed to fly apart with pleasure. Thighs shaking, knees gone weak, I would have fallen if not for the strength of his hands and my grip on that wall.
He started to growl, the vibrations driving me to another release, and then he lowered his mouth, his tongue replacing his thick chin. With the slide of his tongue came a gentle bite around my entire sex, which slowly grew in intensity until he was worrying at my flesh like he would tear me apart. I went limp with elation and fell backwards. He caught me, easing me forward and down till I laid across his chest.
“Now you may finish,” he licked his lips as he brushed back the h
air from my face.
I gave a low, sexy laugh. He wanted me to finish, eh? Oh I would definitely finish.
I began with his neck, nibbling down to his nipples, and giving them a few vicious bites in return for the one he'd just given me. His back bowed as I continued lower, my tongue trailing over his taunt belly as I drug my body along his. The tip of him struck my chin and I smiled wider, angling my head down to tease him with a few licks. I rubbed him between my breasts, dragging a stiff nipple along his length and across the dripping tip, before I finally covered him with my mouth.
He shouted something in Russian.
I was getting into my rhythm, one hand around his shaft and another gently caressing his twitching sacks below, when I felt his hand slide into my hair.
“Stop,” he purred, but I kept going. “Vervain,” his hand fisted, and he pulled my head back, sliding out of my mouth with a sexy pop. “I said stop.”
I just stared at him. Who was this man in my bed? And how did I keep him there forever? Kirill pulled me up, and pushed me onto my back with one graceful motion. Then he climbed up my body, and grabbed me beneath the knees. With a rough shove, he lifted me up and apart, my knees pushed nearly to my chest.
“Hold yourself for me,” he demanded, and damned if I didn't do exactly what he said.
I grabbed my knees and held them apart for him as he positioned his thick length between my folds. I felt the tip slide gently against me, parting me, then he eased it up along me, slicking himself with my desire. I stared up at him, shaking with need. I was on the verge of begging him when he drove into me with one hard thrust. I was so wet, there was no resistance. He fit his hips firmly to mine with that first shove, completely encased in my flesh. I groaned deep and long as a satisfied look entered his eyes.
He lowered his mouth to mine, just barely brushing my lips, “Remember vhen you told me, right here in zis bed, zat you could be happy vith only me?”
“Yes, of course I remember,” my voice shook. I hadn't been this turned on since the first time we'd made love.
“Make me believe zat I am your only lover,” he rubbed his lips across mine, and I trembled. Gently, he eased out of me, “Zat it's truly just you and I.”
I wrapped my arms and legs around him, pulling him into me again. He slid home, and I clutched him tighter. But instead of the violent mating I was expecting, Kirill slowed, setting a tempo intended to drive me insane. I was writhing beneath him when he took my face in his large hand, and angled it downwards.
“Look at us,” he commanded. “Look at me inside you. You changed zis for me. It has become more zan an act of pleasure. More zan zis joining of flesh. Vhen I am inside you, I feel like I am truly a part of you.”
“I love you,” I whispered to him. “You are a part of me.”
“Remember zis, Vervain,” he insisted, and made me look once more at his flesh sliding into mine. “Remember how ve look together, how zis feels. No one can take zis from us. It could all end in a moment, but I vill forever be vith you.”
I nodded, words eluding me, and pulled his mouth to mine to make him believe he was all I ever needed or wanted. He was the only man in the world I loved. I made him believe it. Over and over, we believed together until every scream had been wrenched from us, every ounce of passion drained, and we finally lay together; spent and so very happy. A couple of believers.
Chapter Twenty-Six
“Let's go to beach,” Kirill whispered into my neck.
“What?” I laboriously moved my head to study him for signs of a fever. Maybe all that sex had overheated his brain. “You know I hate the beach.”
“Ve're in Hawaii,” he smiled, “and you have never taken me to beach.”
“What is this, your bucket list?” I groaned and rolled over onto my belly.
“It vill be fun,” Kirill followed me, molding his hard body along my much softer, and much too satisfied to move, one. “Ve can lie in sun together, and cool off in vater. You know of private beaches, I know you do.”
“I hate your stupid, sexy accent, you big gorgeous Russian lion. It makes my brain fuzzy, and I end up doing whatever you want,” I whined into the pillow as he laughed. Then I lifted my head and looked at him. “Hey, here's a thought, I could do that thing with my tongue where I-”
“Vervain,” he laid a finger on my lips. “Your alpha vants to go to beach.”
“What's with calling me 'Vervain'?” I pouted. “Where's the 'Tima' I love?”
“I know where the Tima I love is,” he teased, and bit at my lips. “I am alpha today, and alpha doesn't call you Tima.”
“Can't you be Kirill and the alpha?”
He smiled against my lips, “I vill try. If you take me to private beach. Ve can make love in vater,” his voice turned cajoling.
“And get sand in places you wish it couldn't go,” I grimaced as he pulled me from the sweet, soft, sex-scented bed. Mmmm lion musk. I just wanted to bury my face under the silk sheets and breathe him in... and hide from the beach. “You know, making love in the ocean is overrated. All that saltwater washes away the slippery stuff.”
“Come on,” he insisted in his sharp Russian accent. “Ve go.”
“Just because you're an alpha, doesn't mean you have to be an asshole too,” I sighed.
“Vhat did you vant me to do to your ass-”
“Hey now!” I cut him off and pointed at him. “You know how I feel about that.”
“Access denied,” he held up his hands and chuckled. “Fine zen, ve go.”
“Fine zen, ve go,” I mimicked him as I rummaged through the back of my closet for a bikini.
Most of my clothes were in Pride Palace and Aithinne, but I kept a few boxes of old items in Hawaii. Including one of the two bikinis I owned. The other one was back at Pride Palace, and was used exclusively for swimming in our pool, and sometimes the lake in front of Trevor's cabin. The one here was like ten years old, and had been worn a total of five times. All of them to a pool. Oh, except there was that time with Thor. I scowled at the bikini, wondering why I hadn't tossed it out.
Oh well, I needed it now. I sighed and tied it on. It was a slinky string version. Then I grabbed a sarong, and wrapped it around my waist. I was of the opinion that skimpy bikinis should be covered, at least partially, until the absolute last second. Otherwise I felt like I was walking around naked. When I turned around and found Kirill coming back into the room in his surf shorts, the look on his face was worth going to the beach.
“You should vear zat around bedroom, back at palace,” he noted. “Or maybe ve take it vith us next time ve go to our vaterfall.”
“Oh, now I like that suggestion,” I eased up to him, and slipped my arms around his waist. “Wouldn't you rather go there now?”
“No, I don't vant to even see other husbands,” he shook his head. “You're only mine.”
“Fine,” I sighed, and pulled the car keys out of a drawer.
I grabbed us some towels from the bathroom, and a pair of sunglasses. Kirill grinned, and slipped his own pair on. He looked like a damn movie star in those mysterious black shades.
“Let's go, alpha lion,” I slid my hand over his bare, beautiful chest as I walked by.
He followed me out to the garage, where my black Jaguar was covered with a car cover. I simply didn't use it that often, and I'd had to disconnect the battery when I wasn't home so it wouldn't drain. Kirill reconnected it for me and we got in. I pulled out of the drive with a sigh, and turned us towards North Shore.
I'm not telling you where we went because then it wouldn't be private anymore. Let's just say it took a bit to get there. A bit of driving and a bit of walking. But again, the look on Kirill's face was worth it. He sighed as he stared across the soft pearl-white sand, spotted with fluffy shadows from the trees hanging over the shoreline. The width of the beach itself was rather narrow, but it was all ours, and the water lapping at the sand was a clear blue, free of coral or rocks which could hide the less pleasant residents of the sea
.
I took his hand, and led him to the ocean, dropping our towels, my keys, and my sunglasses onto the sand. He yanked his sunglasses off, dropped them beside mine, and followed me eagerly into the water. It was cool, but not cold, and the salty scent of it tickled my nose immediately. I dug my toes into the wet sand, walking out far enough to float. Well, far enough for me to float, Kirill could still touch the bottom.
“Come here,” he pulled me against him.
I wrapped my legs around him and sighed into his kiss.
So maybe it wasn't so bad. The sun wasn't too blistering, and the water was a perfect temperature. I ran my hands over Kirill's wet skin, and luxuriated in the feel of him. His strong arms were wrapped around my back as he lowered us until we were up to our chins in water. Our faces were inches apart, and even though the sea stretched out far behind us, it felt as if the world was only as big as the space we inhabited.
“Do you zink ve made baby today?” Kirill whispered as his palm trailed to my belly.
“Honestly, honey,” I sighed. “I hope not because then we'd know you're meant to-”
He silenced me with a kiss. I sank into that kiss, and tried to forget that this could be the last time we spent alone together. Suddenly, he was yanked away from me. I floundered without his support, and dropped beneath the surface. My hair waved about me, hindering my vision. I batted it away and shot up, out of the water, searching the ocean's surface for signs of Kirill.
He was gone.
“No,” I whispered and dove back under.
I hated opening my eyes in the ocean. Frankly, it stung. But I didn't give a damn about that right then. My eyes shot open, and I swam out deeper, searching for my husband frantically. I could feel him, the link that connected us was pulsing, pulling me towards him. He was that way.
I kicked and swam faster than I'd ever done before, and was rewarded with a glimpse of his body struggling against someone much smaller than him. Despite the smaller build, Kirill's assailant had no problem holding him underwater. I surfaced, took a deep breath, and then swam to the fight. By the time I reached them, Kirill had run out of air, and was flailing through the spasms of a drowning man. My heart sped up and fury filled my veins. I yanked him out of the arms of his attacker, landing a kick to their side for good measure.