by Genia Avers
He wants me? Confusion kept her immobilized.
She felt exposed in her translucent peignoir, but strangely proud. Vanity didn’t rank as one of her vices, but his reaction to the silky fabric clinging to her curves brought waves of pleasure. And power. She knew the pale pink color of her garment enhanced the features beneath.
She looked away, not wanting him to kiss her again. She couldn’t trust herself if he kissed her. “Give me a moment.”
“Maybe this will help.” Kamber reached into his pocket and pulled out a flask. He’d barely twisted the lid when an unfamiliar smell invaded her nostrils, the scent so intoxicating it made her knees buckle.
“Easy…” Kamber dropped the lid, but kept the bottle upright as he used his left hand to steady her.
She clutched his arm to remain upright. “Is that... How is that possible?”
“I see you’re a virgin in more ways than one.” He smiled a slow seductive smile that combined with the yummy aroma and made her want to tear the clothes from his body.
He wrapped one arm around her waist and held the flask to her lips. She leaned in for a sip. He jerked the flask away.
“Hey. Why did… What is that?”
“Well, well,” he said, holding the flask just beyond her reach. Using all her willpower, she prevented her body from jumping toward it. “I do believe your ears are pointed. I could have sworn…”
She slapped his hand away and pulled her hair over her ears. Subena blinked her eyes several times, trying to call upon the magic to make them rounded, but her body revolted. She willed the top of her ears round, only to return to the pointed shape of her ancestors the minute she stopped concentrating.
“This is…interesting.
She glared at her husband. “It is not.”
“You are ashamed?” he asked.
“No.” But she was. How could she not be embarrassed? All her life, she’d been told that evolved beings did not have pointed ears.
Her need to drink from his flask consumed most of her energy so it took a second for his words to register. “You are ashamed?”
“Yes. I don’t know.”
She turned from him and covered her mouth with both hands. “Mother of Bockle, what’s wrong with me?”
“Subena, do all Mydrians disguise their ears?”
She shook her head. “No. I think I’m the only freak.”
He spun her around and held her face in his large hands. “You’re not a freak.”
“I am. Leave me alone.” She jerked free of his hold and backed away. Her thighs banged into the edge of the bed and her butt landed on it. “I’m hideous.”
“Sweetness, you are beauty personified. You have beautiful ears.” He pushed his long black hair behind his ears, exposing his ears, and then knelt between her legs.
She wanted to push him away, but it was so hard to concentrate with the bouquet of paradise wafting around. “Is that blood?”
“Yes.” He poured a drop onto his finger. “Does it offend you?”
She lunged forward, barely stopping before she sank her teeth into his finger. What is wrong with me?
“Interesting.” Kamber smiled and then rubbed his finger across her lips, leaving a taste of the delicious liquid. “I thought Mydrians abhorred blood.”
“We do.” She couldn’t control her reaction. Her tongue flicked over his finger and her mouth made a loud slurping sound. A second later, her body contracted, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her limbs. She placed both hands on his wrist, closed her eyes, and suckled his index finger.
After several delicious seconds, her brain registered her actions and her eyes flew open. She sensed his arousal. Without a look or a touch, her mind saw his erection.
A quick glance confirmed her intuition. She released his finger, feeling a flame of mortification wash over her pleasure. She’d acted like a dark creature in heat. Like a sex-depraved ancient.
Kamber grinned lazily, clearly enjoying her primitive display. “As much as I want your mouth on my body, I think we’d better feed you first. I don’t want you claiming you were intoxicated with blood lust when you scream out my name in the throes of passion.”
“You arrogant jerk. I don’t have blood lust and I will never, ever scream your name.”
“Perhaps you won’t.” He held the flask to her lips and tilted it. “You might not scream, but you want me. I don’t know how I know that, but you want me as much as you want to drink from this flask. Almost as much as I want you.”
She steeled her resolve, but the contents of the flask cast a sweet spell, making her resistance evaporate into the night. So delicious. She took a gulp, but didn’t swallow. She held the warm liquid in her mouth, savoring the sensations that went far beyond taste. Her body filled with life. With magic. With lust.
Kamber pulled the flask back. She grabbed for it.
“Bena, you must go slowly. Your body isn’t used to blood.”
“How do you know?”
He laughed, a deep, mellow sound that confirmed his amusement. His laughter died as suddenly as it had erupted. His lips found her neck and the light feathery movements he made with his tongue sent vibrations of pleasure pulsing through her body.
“Have you never had any blood sustenance, Bena?”
She didn’t want him to use her pet name, but she couldn’t concentrate enough to tell him to stop. She certainly didn’t want to tell him about the rat’s blood. Under the guise of finding a substitute life essence for the crystal’s light, she’d experimented. The rodent essence had been nothing like the powerful elixir in Kamber’s flask.
“Poor baby.” He continued to nibble at her neck between words. “Take another swallow. A small one.”
She sipped, thanking Bockle she’d regained a sliver of self-control. The liquid sent fire rushing through her body. The flames sparked and steamed, making her feel more alive than she’d ever felt. Her heightened senses became aware of Kamber. And her own desire. She wanted him more than she’d ever wanted anything.
It had to be the blood. She hated Kamber.
She ran her tongue over her lips, unable to pull her eyes away from his face. Why did she want him?
Why did it matter? Bockle, she wanted him. Desperately.
“One more drink,” he whispered, his voice gravelly. “Then we must close the flask. I have other things on my mind and I don’t want your thoughts diverted.”
He handed her the flask, seeming to understand she’d regained control of her actions. He placed his arm around her back and pulled her closer. Using his other hand, he reached behind her to retrieve the lid. She took one last sip and handed him the container.
He took a swig and closed the flask. “It tastes like you now.”
She gulped, her lust for the liquid replaced with lust of another kind. A more powerful emotion. She felt control slipping away. Completely.
He pulled her body against his and covered her lips, tasting of life and desire. Her mind protested, but her body succumbed to his kisses and danced in a heavenly abyss. She pressed her body into his, savoring the hardness of the large bulge that pressed against her stomach.
Her traitorous leg encircled the back of his calf and rode higher to wrap itself around the man. She thought he growled, but she couldn’t be sure. In the middle of the kiss, Kamber lifted her other leg and wrapped it around his waist.
Still kissing her neck and chest, he lifted her and placed her body closer to the top of the large foamy mattress. She closed her eyes, trying to pretend she held onto her real love—the man from her vision.
Again she failed. The only image she could bring into focus belonged to Kamber’s gorgeous face.
His hands found her breasts beneath her sheer nightgown. This touch generated a blast of heat, turning flames of desire into an inferno. She experienced a physical pleasure so intense, it bordered on pain. Her nipples hardened into taut beads and she couldn’t stop her back from arching to meet his caress. His breathing grew shallower as
fingers undid the buttons holding the silky negligee together.
“Let’s get rid of this.” His eyes grew wide. “God of the Mountain. Your breasts are perfection.”
If she hadn’t been gripped by her own arousal, she might have laughed at him.
There was no laughter.
Years of loneliness made the intimacy sweeter. She savored his demanding lust, pulling the powerful emotion into her own and fueling the ache in her center.
His reputation no longer mattered. The treaty seemed like something in another lifetime. She forgot that she hated him and plunged into the moment. Everything vanished as hungry lips found waiting nipples.
Some part of her consciousness welcomed him as the man of her dreams, but she was not ready to entertain that notion. She would only acknowledge she wanted him.
“I’m starting to think this treaty might not be such a bad idea.” Kamber mumbled between kisses. If her brain hadn’t been in her breasts, she might have kicked him.
“I’m starting to think it’s a terrible idea.”
He laughed but didn’t stop his caressing and nuzzling. The delicious torture continued until Subena thought she might explode. He seemed to sense the urgency of her need. He lifted her into a sitting position and completely removed the gown. Instead of wrapping her arms around her body to hide from the intensity in his stare, she reveled in her nakedness. Tentatively, she tugged at his tunic, wanting it gone.
He pulled her hands over his shoulders and kissed her mouth, running his tongue over her teeth and gums. His fingers traced a slow, delicious path from the center of her breasts to her navel. His action distracted her hands, but it did little to quell the growing fire in her female parts. She wanted more. More kisses, more caresses, more of him. She might dislike the man, but her body loved the feel of him.
“Kamber, I…”
He took the back of his palm and made a slow circle just below her navel. She realized she wasn’t breathing. Consuming a gasp of air, she involuntarily clutched his shoulders.
“Patience, love.”
The pleasure grew too intense. She wrapped her arms around his back and tried to pull him to her, needing to feel the length of his body against hers. She opened her eyes to find him looking at her with undeniable hunger reflected in his eye. She sensed his restraint.
And had enough of that. “Kamber, please.”
The words hurt her pride, but pride didn’t ache nearly as much as the desperate need to feel him inside her body. Rising up, she met his lips with her tongue. She could tell the gesture enflamed him. Still he held back.
“Why are you torturing me?”
“Torturing you? You have no idea how much this is torturing me.”
He grunted and pushed her onto her back. His hands fumbled, but her tiny undergarment came away from her body.
Finally.
She closed her eyes. And waited.
When Kamber made no additional move, she gritted her teeth, afraid he no longer wanted her.
“Open your eyes.”
Tentatively, she peeked between her lashes, fearing she’d see triumph on his face.
She opened her eyes wider and looked directly at him. No gloat, only lust. It burned as hot and pure as her own desire. Maybe hotter. Why did he wait?
He’s going to make me beg. She ignored the rational part of her brain that insisted the gorgeous hunk treated her with respect. She ignored logic when it insisted his own lust would not let him insult her, but the battle raging in her mind couldn’t compete with the heat enveloping her core.
“Kamber?”
He pulled her toward the edge of the bed and placed his large hands on her thighs. She expected him to enter her, but he lowered himself to the floor.
“What are you doing?”
She tried to sit but he lifted her thighs, making her fall onto her back.
“Your first time should be perfect.”
Before she could question his intentions, she felt his lips on her. There.
The wonderful, glorious tongue that had done delicious things to her mouth and body plunged into her center. She bucked from the sheer intensity. Pleasure assaulted and she moaned with primitive need.
Bockle!
His tongue darted and nibbled around her mound. The licks were first agonizingly slow and then deliciously fast. He nibbled closer to the spot she needed him to reach. He didn’t touch it.
She whimpered and wrapped her leg around his neck. Kamber placed his mouth on her folds.
“Finally.”
He didn’t respond. His tongue brushed her aching center with long sensual strokes. She grabbed at his head, relishing the feel of his thick, silky hair. The knowledge that she was powerless to resist him inflamed her more.
Subena lifted her body, grinding against his face. He took his finger and began to massage as he licked. He dragged her into a whirlpool of beautiful sexuality, into a world she’d neither experienced nor imagined. Into a world where only Kamber existed and he was all she wanted.
“Ah, ah…ah.” She heard the incoherent phrases tumbling from her mouth, but the sound muted as bliss gyrated around her body. Kamber plunged his magical tongue deeper into her. The action pushed her over the edge, sending her mind and body spinning out of control. She exploded, screaming as pleasure and magic washed over every nerve ending. Rainbows exploded in her mind.
The moment loomed potent, more intense than anything in her life. She would be forever changed.
When the spasms lessened, she stared at him. “What the…” Surely he would gloat now.
Still no gloat. Only more lust in the blue depth of the eyes that stared back at her. Had his eyes changed colors? She’d thought they were green.
“Don’t move, love,” he whispered. “Give me a second to…just give me a second.”
She didn’t understand.
Please don’t let it be over. How was it possible to want more after she’d experienced heaven? On an unfathomable scale.
Her insides ached. For him. She closed her eyes, willing him to thrust his manhood inside her.
“Open your eyes, Bena,” he ordered. “Try to control your magic—it’s too strong. I may not be able to control mine.”
Did her body command his? She shook her head. She would think about that later.
“Touch me.” A request, not an order, but commanding all the same.
She complied.
And gasped at the size of him. Maybe she didn’t want him inside her.
“Don’t worry.” His voice sounded tender, caressing. “I won’t hurt you.”
She tried to speak but Kamber placed his fingers on her lips. “Shhh. I will have no pleasure if you have pain.”
Without warning, he pushed a finger deep inside her. Subena felt a slight pop followed by a sharp sting. He removed the finger quickly and continued his caressing. The pain vanished.
She tried to speak, but couldn’t. Why had he done that? He had erased her virginity without causing any discomfort, but he’d also deprived himself. And her. She’d wanted his throbbing rod to deflower her. She didn’t care about pain.
The simple act of selflessness confused her. This was not the man she’d expected.
“Kamber…”
“Hmm?”
She forgot what she was going to say as his fingers found her clitoris and she felt a gush of moisture. She began to gyrate against his hand and he inserted another finger inside her. It felt full, but she wanted more.
He kept massaging her as his lips found her neck. She could feel the throb of her veins as they danced in unison with the tension in his body. She grinded against his hand.
Still holding his thickness in her hand, she ran her fingers over the length of him, tugging gently so he would understand her need. She wanted the thing she held inside her.
“Now.” She closed her mouth before she added, “Please.”
“You’re not ready.”
She groaned. “I am past ready. Take me, for Bockle’s sake.”
He removed one hand from between her legs and stroked her cheek. His other hand continued to finger her most sensitive spot. “Trust me, love. Your Bockle has nothing to do with this.”
He pulled back, but held her eyes captive as his tongue traced a light pattern over her lower lip. His finger kept pumping her below. She made sputtering sounds as his middle finger increased the friction and his thumb pressed against her mound.
His tongue moved from her lips to find a hard nipple. She writhed. He increased the intensity and pressure. He was making love to her with his hands and mouth. Subena stroked his manhood with equal intensity. “Kamber, I…”
He growled. “Soon.”
He rubbed her harder and bit at her nipple. The wonderful spasms returned. She screeched as a second orgasm racked her body. In her excitement, she bit his neck.
And tasted his blood.
His rod began to spasm and his liquid covered them both.
* * * *
Kamber staggered. He braced a hand against the wall and tried to regain his equilibrium. He’d imagined that his wanger would have frostbite, but, holy dung, the siren beneath him sizzled.
For the first time in his life, his grin felt natural. Euphoria lived where hope had once died.
Thirty years of anger evaporated. Instead of an ice maiden, he’d gotten a female so responsive, her teeth had made him come. “You bit me.”
“Shut up.”
His lips slowly curled upward. A man could get used to a bite like that. He thanked the God of the Mountains.
“Maybe you should do it again,” he teased.
Instead of hiding under the sheets, or worse—withdrawing into her shame, Subena crawled closer to him. She gaped at his still erect member. If he were a betting man, which he was—or used to be—he’d swear he saw admiration in her eyes. For the first time in his life, he felt like a king.
“Maybe I should.”
He growled happily. “Now where were we?”
It was going to be a long night. A long, delicious night.
Chapter Twelve
Subena woke and stretched. A groan followed her catlike yawn. Moving her arms and legs reminded her that every part of her body ached. The physical exertion responsible for her tenderness replayed in her mind.