by Siren Allen
Her nails clawed at his back as he fucked her. She raised her hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. He’d never felt anything so pleasurable. Never had sex been this good to him. Never had he wanted anyone else the way he wanted his Calypso.
He used his body to show her how he felt for her. He fucked her hard, because he loved her hard. He delved deep into her center, because he loved her deeply. He would make sure he lasted a long time, because he wanted to love her for a long time.
Flexing his hips, he plunged deeper into her, drawing another gasp from her lips. Leaning down, he claimed her lips in a fierce kiss as he pounded her body. Her nails marked his back and shoulders.
He didn’t care. He loved her passion. He loved the way her pussy was tightly gripping his throbbing cock as he thrust in and out of her. He loved the way she cried out and arched her back as he pushed into her.
He loved everything about Calypso Rivers. He loved her fiery spirit. He loved her sassy attitude. He loved her slender curves. He loved her smooth brown skin, her long blue hair, and her midnight blue eyes.
He loved the blue flames that flickered in the depths of her gaze whenever she was mad or excited. He loved the way she bit her bottom lip when she was deep in thought. He loved the way she challenged him at every turn.
Though his wolf hadn’t spoken yet, he knew she belonged to him. And he refused to give her up, ever. This woman was his. His to love, his to cherish, his to fuck until every drop of her cum coated his cock.
Tearing his mouth away from hers, he lowered his face to the crook of her neck and swiped his tongue over collarbone as he plunged into her. Her slick heat tightened around his length and she cried out.
Trembles took control of her body. He wrapped his arms around her and continued to drill her pussy as her cum rained down on his cock. Her breathing became irregular. The words she mumbled were incoherent.
Unable to hold out any longer, he followed her into bliss. His cum shot forth, filling her body, making her heat slicker. Her cries filled his tent. But he was pretty sure the sound was muffled by his roars.
He came violently, body jerking on top of her. He couldn’t have stopped it even if he’d tried. He didn’t possess that kind of power. Neither did he want to. He continued to push into her until every drop of him filled her.
Even after the trembles subsided, even after their breaths returned to normal, he remained between her legs, he remained on top of her, holding her close. He never wanted to let her go. He refused to let her go.
Fuck the fortune teller’s prediction. Even the Fates couldn’t tear this woman from his arms. The party was still going on outside the tent. He could hear his men laughing and talking loudly. Inside his tent, all he heard were his and Caly’s breathing.
Her hand trailed up and down his back while he rubbed his hand up and down her side. It seemed neither of them was ready to stop touching the other. There was so much he wanted to say to her. But there were three words he needed to say before sleep claimed him.
“Genie,” he whispered.
“Yes, Savage.”
“I love you.”
For a moment, he thought she hadn’t heard him. He thought she’d fallen asleep before he uttered those words. But then she replied and he felt like his whole world shifted on its axis.
“I think I’ve loved you for a while now, Saxon O’Rourke.”
This woman!
He was never letting this woman leave his side.
***
What the hell was that noise?
She awoke to a hand covering her mouth. Her eyes widened as she stared up into Saxon’s eyes.
“Listen to me, Caly. I’m going to release your mouth, when I do, don’t make a sound. Okay?”
She nodded. Why did she hear screaming and smell smoke?
“Your lamp is fireproof, right? If it catches on fire, you won’t be harmed, right?”
She nodded. The look on his face was worrying her.
“Good,” he sighed. “I’m going to release your mouth now. When I do, I need you to return to your lamp.”
Again, she nodded. He released her mouth.
“What’s wrong?” She rushed to ask.
“There’s no time for questions. Enter your lamp.” He was dressed in his usual garb. He had one sword in his hand while another was strapped to the holster at his back. “Go now.”
“Are we under attack?”
“We are. You’re not.”
They were under attack. And most of his men were probably passed out from all the drinking they’d done last night. She stared toward the tent’s flap where smoke was drifting in. It was still dark out.
“You’ll be safe in your lamp. Go now. I wis…”
“Okay,” she told him before he could wish it. If he wished it, she’d be trapped in her lamp until he wished for her to return. If he didn’t utter those words, she’d be able to leave it. She wouldn’t be able to venture far from him, but she’d be able to leave her lamp.
“Go now,” he told her, heading toward the flap.
“Wait.”
Back to her, he kept walking. “I don’t have time. For once, just do as I say and…”
She rushed forward and wrapped her arms around his body. He tensed as she rested her face against his bare back.
“I’ll be mad at you if you die and someone else becomes the Keeper of my lamp,” she told him.
He placed his hand over the top of hers that was resting against his abdomen. “I won’t die. I will return to you. That’s a promise. Now, do as I said. Please.”
“Okay, my Lord.” She had no intention of doing as he said.
“Now, before I leave the tent.”
Damn. Well, as long as he didn’t wish it…
“I wis…”
“See you soon.” Coming up on her tiptoes, she kissed his cheek, causing him to pause mid-sentence. No wish had left his mouth. Good. “Be safe and hurry back to me.” That said, she disappeared and reappeared in her lamp.
No way was she going to hide inside her lamp while he fought whoever was threatening the camp. Naked, she rushed over to her dresser and searched for the clothes she needed. She didn’t own any armor.
She didn’t need any. She quickly dressed in a pair of dark blue leather pants and a halter top. She pulled her hair into a high ponytail which she then braided and wrapped around itself into a tight knot on the top of her head.
She didn’t need her hair getting in the way. After slipping on her socks and boots, she left her lamp and reappeared in the tent. Screaming outside lured her from the tent. The scene that greeted her was horrific.
The camp was indeed under attack. And by the king’s men. She recognized the uniforms. They were the same as the one worn by the general who approached them in the marketplace.
But this made no sense. Why were they attacking the savages on their last night here? Especially since the savages had done no harm to them or their people. Her anger rose as she watched the king’s men go from tent to tent, killing men who were sound asleep.
Men who were passed out from drinking the wine the king had sent them. This was no chance attack. This was planned. And Caly wanted to help. But her genie curse prevented her from harming anyone who wasn’t a direct threat to her or her Keeper.
The only way she could help was if her Keeper wished it or if someone tried to harm her. Frustrated, Caly went in search of Saxon. Where was he? She saw Colton fighting two soldiers and all she could do was stare.
Luckily, he was a great swordsman. But why weren’t they shifting into their wolf forms? Yeah, they were outnumbered, but in their animal forms, that wouldn’t be a problem. She stared around her. She saw not one wolf.
“There she is. She’s his lady. The king has ordered her to be brought to him, alive.”
She knew that voice. She looked to her right to see the general they’d met earlier in the marketplace. The conniving bastard was advancing towards Saxon. And her savage’s gaze was on her. Saxon!
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“I got this,” she shouted before he could even think to make a wish.
“Get her,” the three soldiers in front of her yelled.
He’d wanted to know what the marking on her back was. Now he was about to see. Closing her eyes, she touched her hand to the marking on her shoulder. The symbols grew hot, heating her skin and sending flames flowing through her veins.
The creatures who cursed her had been able to lock away her elven magic. But it was always with her, there if she really needed it. The magic users hadn’t hated her people. They’d just wanted to show them what it was like to feel helpless.
They wanted to show them what it felt like to have power but be unable to use it. Unfortunately, after the curse was uttered, the witch who uttered it died of the mysterious plague. And there was no way to reverse a curse if the witch died before doing so.
Now, Caly was trapped in a lamp forever unless a Keeper freed her. Luckily, she could still access her powers when she really needed them. The king’s soldiers wanted to carry her to the king. They probably thought she was some weak damsel in distress.
Weak? Never?
Damsel? Try warrior.
In distress? Not tonight.
The three soldiers rushed in her direction. Once the heat from her marking covered her entire body, she whispered the words that would ignite her powers. Seconds later, the mark on her back turned into a sword holster that could hold two swords, and her twin swords appeared in her hands.
Oh, how I’ve missed both of you.
She stretched her arms wide then swiped, bringing both blades to the front of her. The sharpest steel ever created sliced through flesh, muscle, and bone. Three heads rolled. The heads of the men who’d wanted to take her to the king.
She looked to Saxon and smiled. “Told you, I got this,” she told him again. “Worry about yourself.”
He grinned then faced forward, just as the general tried to stab him. Luckily, he dodged the attack in the nick of time. Two more soldiers ran up on him. She started his way, intent on helping him.
Unfortunately, more soldiers came after her. She took them down. One by one. Two by two. They were no match for her twin swords. Her eyes kept seeking out Saxon on the battlefield.
He was in a fierce battle with the king’s general. It seemed like every time he was in a position to strike the death blow to the general, more soldiers ran up, forcing him to defend himself against them also.
If these idiots would stop trying to kidnap her, she’d be able to help him and the others. If she wasn’t cursed, she’d be able to use her abilities to their full extent and take all of these idiots down.
They didn’t possess magic. They would be so easy to kill. Since she couldn’t use all of her abilities, she was forced to battle them using her strength alone. Which was too time-consuming. Her frustration turned to anger.
Her anger turned to rage. Screaming in anger, she sliced through another soldier who tried to kidnap her. She ducked and dodged another’s attack then sliced her sword across his neck. Blood spilled from the wound.
The man clutched his throat and dropped to his knees. It was too late for him. He was already dead. He just didn’t know it yet. She took down everyone who dared try to stop her as she made her way to Saxon.
She was leaving a path of carnage in her wake. Saxon was doing the same thing as he made his way over to her. He was leaving behind a path of destruction. His body was covered in blood, some his, some not.
The only one of his enemies who wouldn’t stay down was the general. No matter what type of blow Sax dealt him, he got back up a few seconds later. Caly was starting to think there was magic at play.
She struck down another soldier with her twin blades. Three more advanced. They didn’t attack right away. They appeared wary. If they had any sense, they’d run in the opposite direction of her.
“Come with us, woman. If you do, you won’t be hurt. The king wants you.”
“The king cannot have me. I belong to myself.” And my savage.
“No woman belongs to herself. Every woman has to have a man.”
Idiot. For saying that, he would be the first to die. With a roar, Caly rushed the soldiers. They raced in her direction. Once she was near them, she leaped into the sky and swiped her blade downwards.
She landed in a crouch behind the confused soldiers. Well, two were confused. One was dead, he just didn’t know it yet. A smile spread across her face as she watched the head of the soldier in the middle fall from his body.
A second later, his body fell to the ground. The two men beside him stared at his dead body. They spun around and faced her.
“You bitch,” the one on the right yelled.
Caly crisscrossed her daggers in front of her face. “Say it to my blades. I dare you.”
She held her position. The anger the soldiers were feeling were etched into the frowns on their faces. She’d killed their friend. Now, they wanted revenge. Revenge would not be had by them. Not tonight, not ever.
Hold your position Caly, she told herself. Hold it. They were so close now, she could hear their footfalls as they raced her way. Just a bit longer. Almost time. Almost. Now. She stood up and swiped her blades out while leaning back to dodge the blades aiming at her face.
Bringing her blades back to their X position, she jumped back. The two soldiers skidded to a halt. Slowly, they stared downward and watched their guts spill from their abdomen.
Done with them, she spun around to find Saxon. She watched him stab the general in the chest. Blood spurted when he pulled his sword back. The general stumbled backward then fell to the ground.
Finally!
She raced toward Saxon. He was on the other side of the field. So close, yet, so far away. Two more soldiers came after him. He took them down with no problem. He was bigger than them, stronger than them, faster than them.
They were no match for her savage. Done with those two soldiers, he started her way again. She noticed his limp. Caly pumped her legs faster, rushing to him. Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open when she noticed who was once again standing behind Sax.
The general! But how? She’d seen Sax put his sword through the man’s chest. It was a death blow. The general shouldn’t be alive. Yet, there he stood, again. The general raised his sword. Oh no!
“Saxon, look out,” Caly yelled. Tears formed in her eyes, because she knew he couldn’t hear her over the screaming and clinking of steel against steel. “Sax, behind you.”
He moved to turn around. Too late. The general’s sword sunk into Sax’s back. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she watched the male she loved dropped to his knees. Blood dripped from his mouth. His body dropped to the ground.
And he didn’t get up.
Chapter Twelve
She would kill them all.
Every one of the king’s soldiers. Starting with the general. A battle cry ripped from her throat. The general stood over Sax with his sword raised, prepared to deal the death blow. Not happening. She was closer now. This should work.
“Blades don’t fail me now.” She threw one of her swords at the general. Please. Please. Please. It landed in the man’s thigh. Once her blade touched blood, it wouldn’t move until she removed it.
Screaming, the general clutched at the sword’s hilt, trying to pull it free. That’s when she noticed the ring on his finger. It was glowing. Magic. She recognized the symbol on the ring. It was the nine lives sphynx ring.
It granted its wearer nine lives. No wonder Saxon couldn’t make him stay down. She had a remedy for that. When she reached the general, he was still struggling with the sword. Keep struggling. It’s not going anywhere.
Standing in front of him, she told him, “I’ll be taking that ring.”
“I’m not giving you my ring, bitch,” he sneered.
“I don’t think you were listening. I didn’t ask you to give it to me. I said I was taking it.” She raised her sword. Screaming, he
shielded his face with his hands. She sliced off his fingers. She only needed the middle one, the one with the ring on it.
His roars of agony filled the air. She didn’t have time for all that noise. Pulling her sword from his thigh, she used it to silence him, permanently this time. This time, when his body hit the ground, it stayed there.
She hurried up and picked up the ring and removed it from the severed finger. She rushed to Saxon’s side. He was badly bruised and blood was pumping from the wound in his abdomen. He’d lost so much blood.
There was no way he would survive. She placed the sphynx ring on his finger. Before she could pull away, he grabbed her hand. His grip was weak. Tears flooded down her cheeks. She couldn’t lose him. She wouldn’t lose him.
“You’re going to be okay,” she told him. “I put the sphinx…”
“I’m not going to make it,” he whispered, blood spilled from the side of his mouth.
“Just be quiet. The ring will work. It’s going to take a while because you’re so badly bruised and wounded. But it will…”
Sax shook his head then grimaced.
“Don’t move,” she told him.
“I need to say something…”
“Don’t speak. Give your body time to heal.”
“A ring can’t save me, love.”
More tears clouded her vision. “It can. I’ve seen it work. You’re just so…”
“I’m dying, Caly.”
A sob escaped her. She lowered her head to his chest.
“I love you, Calypso Rivers.”
Her tears mixed with the blood on his chest. “I love you too, Saxon O’Rourke. And I’m not going to let you die.”
“Listen to me, genie…”
“Don’t talk. Rest.”
“Listen, please. Calypso Rivers, I free you from your lamp.”
She stilled. What?
“I willingly free you from the curse that has bound you to the lamp for decades. I am no longer the Keeper of your lamp, of your life. You are free. You are… free.”