Touched by Lightning

by Avet, Danica

  Unable to help himself, Brit lifted one hand to her cheek, stroking his thumb across the velvety soft lips he couldn’t get enough of. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered into her watchful face. Her cheeks flushed and she lowered her gaze, suddenly shy. He cupped her jaw and tilted her head back to his shoulder. “You’re beautiful. The most gorgeous fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

  Her lips parted, revealing the edges of her white teeth before she grinned up at him and rolled her eyes. Her expression said it all, that she thought he was talking shit, but she liked it anyway. More importantly, she didn’t move away. She actually cuddled into him, her tight ass nestled against his cock. She had to feel the way his heart pounded, had to feel how hard he was, but she didn’t shy away. She bit her bottom lip and watched him over her shoulder, trusted him to do something.

  How was it he was able to read her so well? Probably because he doubted he’d be able to look away from her even upon pain of death. She drew his gaze, his power, his body. Everything. As though she were made just for him.

  He rubbed her lips again, feeling her smile and watched her eyes darken with renewed hunger. Then she touched her tongue to his skin. A zap of power leapt from him to her and if it was possible, she melted deeper into him, her eyelids drooping over suddenly sultry eyes. The breath whooshed out of his lungs and he kissed her again, this time gently, as though she’d break if he pressed too hard.

  He held her steady for his mouth while his other hand began to roam in slow sweeps up and down her side. She was lean, but soft, her body holding just enough cushion to make her womanly. He tested the bend of her waist with gentle fingers, the curve of her hip. His palm itched to explore the round globes of her ass, but decided to save it for later.

  The kiss grew wetter and hotter the more he gentled her to his touch until her body seemed to vibrate on a new frequency, one he was attuned to and when he gently cupped her breast, she arched into him, gasping into his mouth. The first stroke of his thumb over the tight peak of her nipple dragged a moan from her. She stiffened and jolted for a split second before her weight sank deeper into him, giving it to him as though all the strength left her body. When he gently pinched the peak, rolling it between his finger and thumb through her clothing, she gasped and ground her ass against him.

  “Fuck, Gyda,” he groaned into the soft skin of her temple. “You’re so hungry for it.”

  Releasing her jaw, he slid his hand down her throat, pausing at her pulse to feel it beating against his fingers before he cupped her other breast. She burrowed her head deeper into his shoulder when he repeated the pinch and roll with her neglected peak, working them both into a frenzy. He gently rocked into the tight ass pressing into him, the friction of his clothes stroking over his dick a painful torment. He wanted to be inside her, filling her over and over until they both came.

  But now wasn’t the time for that. She trusted him not to hurt or scare her. He forced his hunger down, forced himself not to hump her like a horndog. This would be for her, for the girl who didn’t seem to realize she was beautiful and that it was okay to feel pleasure. He didn’t want to think about it, but the reports he’d read back in Kansas City haunted him, the knowledge that she’d come to her womanhood as a sex slave something he wished he had the power to change. Well he couldn’t change her past, but he could teach her that her body was meant for gentle touches and soft caresses. He could give her that and he wanted to.

  With that in mind, Brit gentled his hold on her, flicking the thumb of one hand over her nipple as he eased the other down the front of her body. Her muscles tightened wherever he touched and as he neared his goal, she tensed and shuddered.

  “Shh,” he whispered against her hair. “I’ll never hurt you, Gyda. I swear it on my life.”

  She didn’t relax, not entirely, but then he knew it was up to him to help her. He slid his hand beneath her shirt, not going for the gold yet, wanting to ease her into it. It wasn’t exactly a hardship. Her skin was silky soft and warm. Her stomach tightened as he stroked it, but the sharp gasp that left her lips told him it was a good kind of clench.

  “There you go,” Brit urged in a voice gone hoarse from pent-up lust. “Just relax and let me take care of you, baby.”

  Gyda’s head tilted back even farther so she could look up at him. Her face was flushed, but there was an underlying tension in the set of her mouth, in the contracting of her pupils. She was scared and wary. He read it clear as day and he wanted to kill the bastard who’d done this to her. Kill all of them.

  “I swear to God I only want to show you pleasure.” He put every ounce of his sincerity into his voice, hoping to convince her he was telling the truth. “I won’t do anything to hurt you. You can trust me, Gyda.”

  Tora urged her not to give in. Thinking he probably had some ulterior motive for this sudden attack of eroticism. She was still in shackles and chains for fuck’s sake. But even Sixteen seemed to revel in what was happening. It was a change from Sixteen’s usual motto, stay in power and take your pleasure where you could. Then again, when she had the reins, she made sure the men she chose to bed were into being dominated by a woman. Brit wasn’t going to let her do that.

  But Gyda ignored them both and studied Brit carefully. His face was sharp and hungry, the anger from earlier gone as though it never existed. Dark-as-chocolate eyes stared down at her with sincerity and heat and hunger, but it wasn’t the same all-consuming desire she’d seen in other men. Brit’s need was tempered by warmth and what looked to be affection. Why he should feel that for her was anyone’s guess, but she’d take it over animal lust any day.

  Because the way he touched her was gentle and sweet and sexy and it made her bones threaten to melt. He was careful with her, even while he drove her arousal higher and higher. Just with that brush of his thumb over her nipple she’d nearly come. She’d felt it building, the pleasure layering itself until she thought her skin would split from the pressure.

  With his hand pulsing steady streams of electricity into her body as he drew uneven circles on her stomach, the heat between her legs ramped up. The moisture in her channel seeped into her panties and dampened her thighs. She needed. She hungered. And it was all her. While Sixteen encouraged her to fuck him, she still whispered in a distant voice now, a caution not to give everything away to the first man who woke her up, but Gyda didn’t listen.

  No, she nodded and prayed she hadn’t made a mistake.

  Brit’s face lit up as though she’d given him a precious gift, as though this was the most important moment of his life. That look caused her breath to hitch in her throat and the warmth in her belly to blossom into an inferno. Because it told her without a doubt that he was being honest in his desire to take care of her this way. She was still shackled, she hadn’t forgotten, but even that added to the eroticism of the moment. She should have been freaked out, but no, he was blowing holes in the shitty memories she had one touch at a time.

  He was gentle, careful, as though he feared breaking her. Treating her like glass. It was a beautiful thing. Even better that he didn’t rush straight to the core of her body, as though they had all the time in the world. As though she was his world and that, coupled with the lightning streaking through her veins, helped her sink deeper into a bliss she’d only ever found at the edge of a blade.

  And she could almost love him for it.

  Then his hand dipped beneath the waistband of her jeans, his fingers skimming over the thin material covering her mound. Gyda’s fingers and toes curled at the static charge so close to her throbbing clit. If he hadn’t had his arms around her, his body supporting her, she would’ve fallen to the ground, that’s how powerful it was. She wanted to tear her clothes off so he could pass that addictive charge along every inch of her skin, but especially through the slick folds of her pussy, which ached for him.

  “So beautiful, Gyda. I just…” He paused and cupped her, his fingers pressing the cotton of her panties between her nether lips. “So wet.”

>   His words, spoken so reverently, in a tortured, hungry tone, only made her wetter. If she would’ve been in her right mind, she would’ve been embarrassed by how quickly her body responded to him, but there was no sanity here. Only the all-consuming pleasure of his touch and when his fingers curled, his fingertips coming into contact with her clit and sent a charge into the nubbin of flesh, Gyda found her voice.

  “Oh!”

  Her knees shook as pulse after pulse of current surged into her body through that touch. Something…huge and overwhelming was building inside her. Gyda lifted her hands to grip Brit’s arm, her fingernails digging in as though to anchor herself in place. With each sharp bolt of power he sent to her clit, the sensation of something waiting to burst out of her skin grew. Fear and panic and uncertainty filled her. It was big, massive in a way she couldn’t even begin to explain, but she couldn’t make herself pull away from him or his touch.

  “I…” She gasped like a landed fish, her entire body writhing as her legs shook and her lungs labored. Words were dragged from her, the sounds ragged and hoarse as her voice was put to use for the first time in a long while. “What is… What do… God!”

  The man holding her, touching her body with such erotic care, paused for a moment, the electricity shooting into her ebbing away. A crack in her mental shields allowed her to sense his emotions and beneath the thick, hot layer of lust was a spark of surprise so powerful it almost eclipsed everything else. But Gyda’s body was hungry for something only Brit could give it and she whimpered, needing him to ease this aching pain clawing at her insides. She bumped her hips, reminding him of what he was doing in the hopes he’d continue.

  “Relax,” Brit whispered into the crown of her head, his hands going back to working her body like a master. “Just relax and let it happen, baby.” The charged power in his hands grew stronger by slow increments until it sizzled along her nerve endings in a never-ending current that spread throughout her body. He dipped his head until his mouth was next to her ear, the rasp of his unshaven cheek gently grating the lobe. “Give it to me.”

  Then he raked his teeth along the edge of her ear at the same time he pinched her nipple hard and firmly rubbed her clit. Gyda’s head dug deeper into his shoulder as she arched her back hard and came. But that word sounded too tame for what happened. It was as though she were being electrocuted, her entire body seizing from the force of the massive buildup finally breaking. It swamped her, drowning out everything but the sharp, nearly painful convulsions of her inner muscles. Her knees did give way and this time she sank to the ground with Brit behind her the entire way.

  He was talking, praising her, soothing her, but her ears couldn’t seem to hold on to his words, his voice muffled and distorted. Her entire world shifted, tilting as though she were all lit up. Floating high even though she could feel the ground beneath her, Brit’s arms around her, it was as though they weren’t really there. It was like flying after a session with her knife, the only time she’d ever felt so separated from the ghosts of her past and at peace.

  She didn’t know how long she floated on that high, getting off on the best buzz of her life, but when she finally came back to herself, it was to find she was on the ground with Brit propped up next to her. He started out as a blurry figure, known only by his dark hair and the scent of ozone and musk that he wore at all times. Then, slowly, as though she were waking up from the most amazing dream ever, her eyes focused on him. And when they did, she had to catch her breath.

  Men did not look at her the way he did. With warm affection and possessiveness. But Brit was looking at her now that way, as though she were all that mattered to him. Which was fucking impossible because… Well because he didn’t even know her. Panic bled into the blanket of satisfaction he’d wrapped around her. What was she doing? She was a prisoner of the O.T. and she’d let one of its members finger-fuck her while she was still wearing shackles? She really must’ve lost her mind to think this was anything other than a game, another way they could entrap her. Give her an orgasm and she’d be their slave.

  She once more opened her shields just a little, prying them apart the barest crack and a flood of male satisfaction and arousal hammered at her. All of it flowing from Brit, who still touched her with gentle hands and warmth in his eyes. It didn’t matter that his lust felt clean and true, not sick and perverted. It didn’t matter that he was gentle with her. Some of her past abusers used to play that game, being tender and sweet and making her lower her guard before they let her have it with all their strength.

  And just like that the demons were back, setting up a howl as they swept through her soul, eating the lightness Brit had given her. Tora slammed through the door that separated them in her mind, whirling to the forefront of Gyda’s mind, ready to do battle and take no fucking prisoners.

  She was beautiful in her afterglow. No, beautiful wasn’t the right word. Luminous. Perfect. His. That’s what she looked like and watching her come apart in his arms, hearing her ruined, ragged voice crying out in pleasure as she soaked his fingers? It was enough to make him nearly shoot off. Only knowing he’d miss something, some small nuance of her enjoyment, kept Brit’s cock from erupting. But nothing could compare to knowing he’d made her sing with bliss. Remembering the sounds she’d made, the surprised words spoken in her guttural voice were enough to make his balls tighten with impending climax. Except he wanted to tend her, gentle her again, show her tenderness.

  Gently guiding her to the ground to recover, holding her close and touching her, breathing her in as she came down from her orgasm… Damn, it was probably the best sex he’d had in a long time. He’d barely touched her, relying on his electrical manipulation to make her come and she’d gifted him with her complete surrender. He’d never been with a woman so responsive, one whose entire body quaked with her orgasm. Her green eyes had been wide, shocked. As though she’d never known so much pleasure in her life. And the raised scars he’d felt on her stomach left him with the realization she probably hadn’t felt how good sex could be, that it could be like that. Innocent and hot and mind-blowing.

  “God, you’re so perfect,” he murmured against her throat, feeling her pulse pounding against his lips. Her body was lax, the scent of her arousal heavy in the air, clinging to his hand and he vowed he’d feast on her pussy the next time, show her another kind of pleasure. “Sexy. Beautiful.” He was repeating himself, but then he wasn’t a man good with words. Shit, at this rate he’d have to buy a thesaurus just to be able to vocalize how much she moved him. He stroked her velvety soft cheek, brushed his thumb over her puffy mouth. “You’re the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen,” he whispered against her throat.

  It took several minutes, minutes he barely noticed, before her pulse slowed and her breathing resumed a measured pace. Brit spent that time gorging himself on the texture of her skin, the scent of her hair and the warmth of her body, soaking it up like a sponge. His power had ebbed, leaving him with a slight buzz in his veins, but nothing near what he usually felt. It’d take time for him to recharge and he was fine with that. Gyda was calm, relaxed, the glow in her face a telltale sign of her post-orgasmic bliss.

  He propped himself up on one arm, watching as she came back to herself, the slack joy in her face slowly receding. Saw when she went from relaxed to tense, when the glow faded beneath shadows and knew he’d lost her again. Her eyes snapped open, pupils no longer wide and hungry but pinpricks of fury.

  His first thought was holy fuck. His second was, this was a bad time to be on low reserves of power, because this wasn’t his Gyda staring him eye-to-eye. This was the other, the part of Gyda that was capable of castrating a man without flinching.

  “Gyda,” he said firmly, hoping to snap her out of whatever she was thinking, but the woman’s eyes narrowed on him and her lips thinned.

  Before she could move, Brit gathered the last of his reserves and sent them into her in a quick burst of enough voltage to knock her out. Her glare shifted from furious to shocked
to enraged before her body succumbed to the electrical current, her eyelids fluttering closed as she went slack again. This time because he’d shocked her into unconsciousness.

  Not exactly the way he wanted this interlude to end, but even as he mentally flogged himself, he heard the sounds of the others approaching. Climbing to his feet, he scooped Gyda into his arms, her limp frame seemingly more fragile than ever. A thick lock of hair flopped over her eyes as he cuddled her close to his chest. The chains rattled, the shackles moving on her wrists showing the red marks on her skin. Self-disgust beat at him and bile rose at the back of his throat.

  No fucking wonder she’d gone from pleased to pissed. He’d violated her while she couldn’t protect herself. Yeah, she’d enjoyed it because they had some crazy chemistry going on, but he wasn’t the kind of guy who’d do something a woman didn’t want. He wasn’t some great seducer with smooth moves and a velvet tongue. He didn’t have time for that bullshit. The women he took to his bed knew what they wanted, knew the score and participated wholeheartedly. Yet he’d held a restrained woman to him, just about forced pleasure on her and expected her to be happy with him about it?

  He was a bastard.

  He turned with her in his arms just as Murphy broke through the tree line with Ted hot on his heels. Both men slowed to a stop when they saw Brit carrying Gyda. Murphy’s sharp gaze took in the entire scene, which thankfully didn’t include Brit sporting wood since his self-disgust ensured he couldn’t stay erect, and came to the wrong conclusion.

  “She get violent?”

  Brit sidestepped the men and headed back in the direction of the vehicles. “Is everyone okay?” he asked rather than answer Murphy’s question.

  “Yeah, couple of bruises and Paul bit his tongue so there was a little blood, but nothing major. And that’s probably a blessing since he can’t talk right now.” Ted answered from his left. “Murphy managed to knock most of the glass out of the window before she sent me through.”