Maybe the guy had another power—the power to disarm her, to make her throw reason out the window. She only hesitated a moment before placing her palms to his chest. She raised herself on her toes and brushed her lips against his. “Was that what you wanted, big guy?” she murmured, meeting his dark gaze.
With what sounded like a growl, Adan slipped his hand into her curls and drew her closer. He ran his tongue along her lower lip then gently nipped at it. Kara startled at first—she’d never had a guy bite her lip before, but she loved it.
She sighed and moved her hands up to his shoulders and into his long, thick hair. His tongue slipped into her mouth and she tasted him, drawing him deeper inside until she felt as if he possessed all of her in just that one kiss.
Desire burned through Kara from the roots of her hair to that spot between her thighs that ached for him, that needed this man she didn’t even know. Somewhere in the back of her mind she realized she truly knew absolutely nothing about him, yet she wanted him so bad she could taste it. What would it be like to feel him naked against her, to feel him thrust his cock deep inside? She could feel him hard against her belly, and she wondered how he might taste if she sucked his cock.
Adan moved his hands from her shoulders, slowly caressing her arms until he reached her hips. He drew her body flush with his and kneaded her butt. Her silky skirt rose up higher and higher until his hands were on her bare ass and her thong grew even wetter.
Adan stilled as he felt bare flesh beneath his hands. He drew back from the kiss and stared down at Kara. “You are naked.”
“Sort of.” She smiled and twirled her finger in a lock of his hair. “I have a thong on.”
“Mmmm.” His smile was more than carnal. “I want to taste you.”
Heat flared through her at the thought, but still she said, “It’s too soon for that.”
Adan slid his hands to her waist and Kara gasped as he effortlessly picked her up and set her on the countertop. The granite was cool against her bare ass and her thong pulled tight against her clit, nearly causing her to come. Her skirt rode high on her thighs, almost exposing her.
“I will not force you, love, but I believe you want me as much as I want you.” He moved between her thighs and kissed her, then brought his hands to her breasts and groaned against her mouth. “You can tell me to leave and I will.”
Leave? The mere thought made her want to scream, No…no!
To hell with getting to know him better. Kara wanted this man. What better way to get to know him anyway? She braced her hands on the countertop and arched her back so that her breasts pressed against his palms. He gave a low rumble and moved his mouth down her neck to the silky blouse she wore.
Through the fabric he pinched and pulled at her nipples, then found one with his mouth and tongue and she all but mewled with pleasure. She watched him as he suckled first one breast and then the other—no way did she want him to stop.
His eyes met hers as he pushed up her blouse and then fingered the lace of her bra. “May I?” he asked, and at that moment Kara knew she would do about anything for his mouth on her nipples, his hand in her panties.
“Yeah.” Her voice was husky and she looked at him through lowered lashes. “Suck them.”
Adan’s eyes lit with dark fire as he pulled down her bra, causing her breasts to spill into his hands. He pressed his hips harder against her pussy, spreading her legs further apart as he licked and sucked one nipple then the next.
God that felt good. “I can’t believe this is happening.” She arched up higher. And I don’t want it to end. She knew she was out of her head, but right now she just didn’t care. He was good—so damn good—with his mouth and his hands.
She couldn’t stop moaning and making sighs and gasps of pleasure as he kneaded her breasts while he suckled them. He rose up and cool air brushed her nipples, making them even tighter.
Placing his hot palms on her thighs, he stared at her as he slowly moved them up to where her skirt barely covered her mound. “I’ve tasted your sweet lips and nipples,” he murmured. “I want to sample the rest of you.”
Hell yes. Kara trembled at the thought. God, this was crazy—he was a complete stranger, and a futuristic one at that!
Yet she’d had one-night stands before, a couple of times with guys she barely knew—friends of friends.
“I only want what you want, Kara.” He slowly stroked the inside of her thigh down to her knee and back. “I will leave if you wish it.”
“Don’t go,” she said before she could change her mind.
Adan smiled. He knew he shouldn’t be here with an Earth woman from the past, but he needed to touch her, to feel her, to taste her. All he’d been able to do was think about her since last night.
Her delicious scent filled his senses as he pushed her skirt all the way up, exposing a tiny scrap of cloth covering her pussy. He peeled it off and she helped him by raising her ass. He slipped it down over her thighs and over her high heels.
For a moment he braced his hands to either side of her hips and stared down at the beautiful woman before him. Her green eyes were wide and expressive and her full lips parted. Her blouse rode high over her pale breasts, her belly bare, her skirt around her waist, her thighs spread, and her pussy wide open to him. Her folds were swollen with desire and wet with her juices.
Adan pulled her so that her ass was at the edge of the countertop. He watched her as he knelt between her thighs and lowered his head to her pussy.
“Did you know you smell of peaches and springtime?” he asked as he lightly stroked the dark blonde curls of her mound. “It has been a long time since I’ve seen the spring or smelled its sweet perfume.”
Kara swallowed. Her pussy tingled and throbbed as he spoke, stroking her with his skillful fingers. “Why haven’t you seen the spring? Have you been in prison or something?”
He brought his finger along the side of her pussy lips, but ignored the folds. “The world in which we live, it is an ice world. There is no spring, no summer, no fall. Only winter.”
She could almost feel her juices dripping onto the countertop and she squirmed. “Winter is my favorite time of year—at least when I go skiing and sledding up north.”
“Then you would enjoy my world.” He lowered his head and the stubble on his cheek brushed the inside of her thigh. “And I would love to have you there. To warm my bed. I would fuck you morning and night.”
Kara couldn’t help the tremors of desire that ran through her at the image of being this man’s sex kitten. It wasn’t her style, but the image of him fucking her every way ‘til Sunday made her hot beyond belief. “Stop talking and get down to business before I lose my mind.”
He gave a soft laugh then licked her in one long swipe of his tongue. Kara almost screamed—something she never did. She wasn’t a screamer, and never would be. But she’d never been so hot for a man in all her years, and had never experienced anything as erotic as this moment. He slipped a finger into her channel and she watched the big man lick and suck her pussy while finger-fucking her.
“You’re good.” She pressed herself tighter against his face. “So frigging good.”
Like a big bear, Adan rumbled and continued to devour her pussy. His stubble chafed her pussy and the inside of her thighs, adding to the exquisite sensations. Her breathing grew deeper and her skin glistened with sweat as he drew her closer and closer to the brink. The climax built within her, expanding outward, bigger and bigger and bigger until it exploded.
Kara gave a soft cry as she climaxed with the most amazing orgasm of her life. Her body shuddered and wouldn’t stop, and she swore she saw spots before her eyes. Adan gripped her hips in his hands and only pressed his face deeper into her pussy, licking her long and hard, driving her from one powerful orgasm to another, making her body shudder with the power of the sensations. He kept going until she’d had too many orgasms to count, until she begged him to stop.
When he finally rose up to stand between her thighs,
he gathered her into his arms and held her so close to him she could hear his rapid heartbeat. She was still sitting on the countertop, his firm cock tight against her pussy. She could feel it through the material and she couldn’t wait to have that cock driving in and out of her.
“Damn.” Kara tilted her head to look up at Adan. “All I can say is damn that was great.”
“You taste delicious.” Adan lowered his face to hers and she caught her scent mingled with his masculine smell of winter breezes and testosterone. He kissed her then and she tasted herself on his lips, his mouth, his tongue.
“If you don’t mind me asking,” she murmured when he pulled away, “do they have sexually transmitted diseases in the future?”
He shook his head. “Not for centuries.” He caressed her cheek and smiled. “Thank you, Kara.”
She frowned, confused at the look in his eyes, as if he intended to leave. “Aren’t you going to fuck me now?”
He shook his head, his long hair brushing his shoulders. “I cannot risk impregnating you, or changing the course of time.”
“I have a contraceptive implant.” She rubbed her upper arm where the implant was. “And haven’t you already meddled with time just by being here with me?”
Adan sighed. “Aye. But it would not be fair to take pleasure from you.”
“Sure it is, if I’m willing to give it.” Now she was getting pissed. “I don’t get you.”
“I cannot allow you to remember me.” His hand moved toward her forehead. “As much as I would like to, I cannot fuck you.”
“What? No!” She tried to pull back from his hand, but his fingers made contact with her temple. “You bast—”
The kitchen swirled around her, and she slipped away into a world of darkness.
Chapter Three
T’ni Lael swept into the Clans’ well-guarded control room, her emerald green robes swishing across the floor, her features serene as always.
Scents of incense and wind swirled into the room, following the Cwen’s wake. As she practically floated across the room, she pushed back her snow-sprinkled hood with one hand, and her waist-length blonde curls tumbled over her shoulders. The beautiful queen’s fair skin was unblemished, unwrinkled. Yet Adan knew T’ni Lael to be over fifty years of age, although she looked as though she was in her late thirties at best.
According to the Cwen, she had been entrusted with the task of keeping the crystal safe until L’sen, the one time every two decades the sun was at its strongest and would pierce Blackstar’s protective shielding. What she had proposed would allow the fate of this world to be changed, to return it to what it once was, a benefit to every inhabitant of the planet.
Why the Ice-Witch wished to stop them, the stars only knew. T’ni Lael said the crystal would give the Witch great powers which she would wield to conquer the Sanor and Earth survivors alike. Apparently the Witch preferred world domination over a better life for all.
When T’ni Lael came to a stop a few feet away from Adan, she gave a deep nod.
“Cwen.” Adan returned with a slight bow of his head and shoulders as he greeted the Sanor queen. She had long been a friend to him, and as always he was pleased to see her. Although of late, her presence only reminded him of his task to find the crystal and that he had yet to complete it.
“Clan Leader Valnez.” The Cwen’s heavily accented and halting English held a hint of something he had never heard in her tone before. Perhaps concern. Maybe desperation? “I understand you had no fortune in retrieving the crystal or the treasure last eve. Did the sword at least bring you close?”
“Perhaps near it.” Adan rested his hand on the sword hilt at his side, as if it might suddenly feed him the whereabouts of the crystal this very moment. “It hummed and the runes glittered, but nothing more. I will return this night and seek the pendant with all that I have.”
T’ni Lael clasped her hands in front of her, and the only telltale sign of her distress was the whitening of her knuckles. “You must bring back the treasure with it.”
Adan could only answer, “I will do my best.”
A flicker of something passed over the Cwen’s beautiful features, and at that moment he knew she was not being completely honest with him. For the first time in the ten years he had known T’ni Lael, he felt a niggling of distrust. And Adan never danced around his gut instincts. He faced them head on.
He fixed his gaze on the Cwen’s green eyes, yet he saw no deceit there, despite his feelings to the contrary. “What treasure is this you speak of?” he demanded.
For a moment the Cwen remained silent as if choosing her words carefully. She finally sighed and said, “Your heart will know, Adan Valnez.”
Adan gritted his teeth and clenched his hand tighter upon the sword hilt. “Why this secrecy? Do not hold information back from me. Friend or no, I will not do anything that will allow my people to come to harm.”
“I understand your concern, Adan.” T’ni Lael gave a slow nod of acceptance of his words. “However, the treasure must remain safe, no matter what the outcome.” The Cwen’s eyes became almost pleading, full of the desperation he saw in them earlier. Yet they filled with resolve, too. “Do not ask me any more. I will not allow this most precious treasure to be discovered by any but you. I cannot take the chance that our conversation will be overheard in any way.”
After a moment, Adan gave a sharp nod. “As I said, I will do my best, T’ni Lael.”
“That is all that I ask.” The Cwen bowed and retreated from the room in a swirl of green robes and incense.
Adan threw himself in his chair and stared at the door long after the Cwen had slipped through it. He had never had reason to doubt the Sanor queen in the decade he and his people had known her. Not long after their arrival on Blackstar, T’ni Lael had greeted them and taught them much of how to survive on this harsh world. She had led him to the snow-shrouded mines, explained how the materials could be used to make buildings and machinery, and what small bounty the planet yielded.
In turn, he had visited the Sanor in the caverns below Crystal Village, a gentle, quiet people who lived on fish they cultivated in the underground pools, roots, and a small creature much like Earth’s rabbits.
Once Crystal Village had been completed, Adan invited the people of Sanor to come to the surface, to live with the Clans, but they had refused. The caverns had been their home for over two decades, where they lived, loved, and died. Only the Cwen would leave the sanctuary to visit the Clans and to impart her knowledge. He continued to have fresh vegetables and fruits that had been grown in the Clans’ greenhouses sent to the caverns, which they gratefully accepted.
It was not until a few months past that the Cwen had come to him and explained about the L’sen Crystal and how it had been a gift from an alien race over two decades ago. She explained how it would return this planet into a verdant paradise, rich with life. T’ni Lael read to him from meticulously written records painstakingly kept in a language foreign to him. But it was the collection of vids that backed what she spoke of.
More recently she had presented the Clans with the time-arch, and Adan’s sword, and had taught them the use of both. These had been gifts, too, from the aliens of long ago.
When he had asked why she had not told them sooner, she had shrugged and said, “It wasn’t time. If we retrieve the crystal and the treasure too soon, it could be too easily stolen by the Ice-Witch.”
Adan turned to the control room’s view screen and touched the surface with his finger. Instantly an image of Echna’s palace flashed across the surface. An elite force of female warriors guarded the palace, their white uniforms making them almost indistinguishable from the permanent winter landscape. If he had not had plenty of experience, he would not have been able to tell one of the Ice-Witch’s warriors from a snowdrift, they were camouflaged so well.
From their few years spent on the ice-laden planet, Adan and most of his people had learned how to recognize form and movement with minimal cues. Even bun
dled as they were from the elements, he could distinguish one member of his own colony from another just by the way the person walked, the movements of his or her head, hands, and body. It was nearly a psychic ability they had developed since living in this winter world.
Leaning back in his chair, Adan studied the female forms, the ice-ghosts, guarding Echna’s palace. They stood like statues but their pale eyes constantly roved the landscape, searching for possible intruders. As sharp as the warriors were, and as powerfully as the Ice-Witch’s spells warded off intruders, it was a wonder Adan’s people had been able to position a spybug in close enough proximity to give him a view of the enemy’s fortress.
On the view screen, immense doors to the palace opened and Adan leaned forward. A tall, stately form practically flowed from the building. Her ethereal beauty would have had his cock at full attention, if he did not know what a deadly bitch lay behind the innocent exterior. Her delicate features, heart-shaped face, pale eyes, dark pink lips, and luscious body were sure to have men crawling at her feet.
And that was exactly where she kept them.
Echna moved through her courtyard, her snow-blonde hair floating in the breeze, her fur-lined white leather clothing clinging to her curves, and her white cape scraping flagstones. Behind her strode four female warriors, each nearly as beautiful as the Ice-Witch, and just as fair in coloring. Adan’s eyes narrowed as he watched them approach a round tower on the west side of the courtyard. Echna waited for one of her warriors to open the door for her, then all five vanished within its confines.
“What are you up to, snow bitch?” Adan muttered and then commanded the view screen, “Off.” His staff monitored the Ice-Witch’s palace, and he would replay the vids later.
Adan turned his gaze to the insulated window and he watched snowflakes gently drift from morning skies. Fortunately, when they came to this planet, Adan’s people already had the tools, the capability, and the ingenuity to build structures well protected from the cold. Inside the buildings it was as warm as springtime. Outside, it was so cold it would freeze a man’s balls off if he didn’t have them well guarded from the elements.
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