by Susan Bliler
When Rohm dropped his chin and opened his eyes they gleamed with wicked promise. “Because I don’t doubt for a second whose side he’d take, and I’m not letting anything get between me and my Light again. Not Zavier, not Fatal, not Monroe.” His eyes slid up and down from her toes back to her eyes. “Not clothes.”
“I haven’t said I’ve forgiven you yet, Rohm,” Nyree countered, but there was no power to her words.
The corner of Rohm’s mouth lifted as he made a show of inhaling deeply, closing his eyes with the action, then slowly reopening them on the exhale. “You don’t have to say anything, my Light. Your body is telling me all I need to know.”
“My body is a traitor,” Nyree teased, walking up the stairs backward.
He inhaled slowly. “Two weeks Nyree, I’ve been dreaming about burying myself in your body, locking my cock so deep inside your tight pussy and filling you with my seed.” He grinned. “And even now, you’re hot and wet, ready for me. Your breasts grow heavy with need, your pussy flooding with juices in preparation for my size. I’m going to taste those juices, Nyree.” His eyes glided over her. “I’m going to taste every inch of you, and when I’m done you’ll be begging for me to penetrate you.”
His words had her womb clenching. True to his words, her panties were already soaked and she was having trouble keeping her breathing steady. Still, she wouldn’t give in to him that easily. She was a warrior after all. “If you want me, Rohmulus, you’ll have to convince my heart as well as my pussy.” With that, she turned and raced into her cabin, slamming the door hard and locking it on the deep snarl that rumbled behind her. Laughing excitedly, Nyree kicked out of the unlaced boots she’d slipped into earlier and raced for the hallway. She ripped her coat off, dropping it on the floor, then yelping as she heard the front door crash open.
“NYREE!”
In the hall, she whipped her belt off and dropped it on the floor, sliding in socked feet as she tried to turn into her room, but overshot her mark and had to scramble, fingers clamping on the door frame to help haul her into her room where she ripped her shirt over her head and tossed it on the bed. Turning she slammed the bedroom door and locked it. Chest heaving and heart racing, Nyree backed up as she unzipped her jeans and shimmied out of them. She kicked them to the side as she heard a thump on the door that startled an excited cry from her lips. Clad now in only her bra and panties, Nyree crossed her arms in front of her, lacing her fingers together as she held them clamped to her lips.
“Nyree,” Rohm growled from the other side of the door. “If I have to break this door down to get to you…”
What? She wanted to know, even as her heart rate tripped at his sensual warning. She’d expected immediate action, but when the door wasn’t just kicked in, her heart rate soared with an anticipation that was almost too much. There was shuffling on the other side of the door, then a jiggling of the door knob. Seconds later, the door knob moved again, and this time she heard the snapping of metal before she watched the knob drop to the floor.
Slowly, her bedroom door opened to reveal Rohm, standing gloriously naked with his thick erection pointed straight at her. This was the first time she’d ever gotten to look at him like this, and he was magnificent. Her eyes slid from his down his muscled chest and the ridges of his abs to his engorged cock. It was pulsing, a bead of moisture glinting on the tip. Her belly quivered, and she knew that if she hadn’t already fucked him, she wouldn’t have believed she could take his size.
Mesmerized by his body, she wondered if she could have the same effect on him. Reaching behind her, she unhooked her bra, dropping it to the floor before shoving the wisps of lace over her hipbones and down her thighs before stepping out of her panties. She looked up and watched Rohm drink her in. His expression held the same reverence she imagined hers had held only moments earlier.
“Nyree,” he breathed, sounding helpless.
It was heady having that effect on such a behemoth. It made her feel powerful, but still, it was one thing to excite her body. Another entirely to excite her heart. “If you touch me this time, Rohm, you have to mean it. You have to want it.”
“Know this, my Light. From the moment I met you, I have wanted you. Every time I’ve touched you, I meant it. And the gift of your body,” his eyes tracked up and down her frame leisurely, “is one hell of a bonus, but it comes second to your heart. I want all of you Nyree, and I’ll settle for no less!”
His words sent shivers coursing down her spine, which only intensified when he pointed to the bed. “Lie down and spread your legs.”
Part of her wanted to defy him, but the promise of what would come by obeying had her crossing to the bed and lying flat on her back, then lifting her knees and letting her legs fall open. She heard a snarl, and that was the only warning she got before his tongue was sliding through her wet folds. She jerked at the suddenness and the throb in her clit. An ache began to blossom in her womb as Rohm worked his tongue over and then into her. That need built into a fiery inferno the longer he ate at her. When his tongue pulled from fucking her and he flattened it against her clit, her body exploded with orgasm, and Nyree screamed his name. “ROHM!”
Fisting his hair, she thrashed when he continued to assault her tender clit with his tongue. Unrelenting, Rohm kept applying pressure, then in a move that stole her breath, he sucked her clit into his mouth, humming with the movement to send more pleasure coursing through her. Whimpering in distress, Nyree thrashed, unsure she could take any more as Rohm’s mouth continued to fuck her.
“R-Rohm,” Nyree wheezed breathlessly. “I…I can’t. Please!” She needed more, she wanted him inside her, filling her with his own release, because she knew there was no way she’d have another orgasm, she’d never had more than one at a time. She quickly discovered she could though, as a second orgasm began building inside her.
Her pussy already flooded with her release, she writhed as Rohm devoured her greedily, moaning as he lapped at her, and just as she was about to detonate, he pulled his mouth from her and rose, tucking his cock against her wet folds. He stared into her eyes, not blinking, as in one powerful thrust, he surged into her. Nyree cried out as he seated himself inside her, her eyes fluttering closed as he began to work his length into her. She remembered this, the feel of the velvety steel of him stretching her as she clamped onto him. His pace quickened, and his hands were everywhere, stroking, feeling, petting. When they found her hipbones, he gripped tightly and forged deep into her. One hand left her hip to work circles on her clit as he pounded into her, jarring her body with the force.
Thank God her orgasm had her dripping wet, because the thickness of him had her stretched to capacity.
“So fucking tight,” he groaned.
“Please, Rohm!” she begged, needing more, wanting him deeper, harder.
He hooked one of her legs with his arm, and this time when he forged into her she felt him hit that deepest part of her. She cried out as her body arched violently, her channel beginning to seize around him. Bending, Rohm gripped the back of her neck and pulled her mouth to his. “Suck me,” he demanded, before thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She did.
His cock buried to the hilt inside her, Nyree closed her lips around Rohm’s tongue and sucked. Her eyes slammed open when that familiar heat in her chest from their last coupling returned. It was brighter this time, more intense. Her eyes rounded when she saw a bright, ghostly light passing from his lips to hers. It tasted like liquid frost. She sucked harder, drinking in whatever essence this was as Rohm groaned in satisfaction, his tongue pumping into her mouth, mirroring his cock surging into her feminine heat.
Hooking her other leg, he impaled her even more deeply, and she had to release his tongue to gasp as ecstasy tore through her. He drove into her once, twice…and then she exploded, tossing her head back as her body clamped onto him, milking him greedily as his eruption blasted from him, filling Nyree with his seed until it overflowed and spilled out of her, coating her inner thighs.
> Both breathing hard and spent, Nyree expected him to pull from her, but he didn’t. Still fully seated inside her, he rolled with her on top on him, pulling her chest to his as he held her tight, rubbing his hands down her back, cupping her ass, then drifting back up to curl his palm over her shoulder. Finally, after long moments of simply holding one another, Rohm pulled back.
“Look at me, Nyree.”
She did and started at the intensity in his clear eyes. She watched as Rohm’s brow furrowed. “Until my bones are but ash, I will always come for you, my Light. You are mine, and I am yours. Nothing on this Earth shall part us, ever.”
She sighed a relieved sound. “Ever,” she repeated, and almost chuckled at the look of utter hope on Rohm’s face.
“You accept my claim?”
The smile left her lips and she nodded, mirroring his words. “You are mine and I am yours.”
Rohm grinned as he took her mouth in a savage kiss. She felt his soft cock harden within her and smiled into their kiss. “Again?”
Rohm broke their kiss. “I’d die to stay buried inside of you for all the minutes of my life if I could. You are my home, Nyree. You are where I belong. You are my life now and the children you gift me will be our life.”
Tears flooded her eyes.
“I saw the look on your face when Dr. Jenny told us there was no child.” He smoothed his hand over her cheek, brushing his thumb under her eye. “When you are ready, I want to have a child with you.”
She hadn’t ever expected to find this with anyone, and certainly not a Keeper. So little was known about them, but she knew enough about this one, her one. She knew there’d be explaining to do to Fatal and Monroe, but she no longer cared. She could no longer deny what existed between her and Rohm, and she’d run from it no longer.
A strong finger traced between her brows and down her nose. “What are you thinking about? What has you worried?”
Schooling her features, Nyree didn’t want to ruin the moment, but she didn’t want to lie either. No more lies. “Our future.”
He frowned hard.
She didn’t hesitate to offer, “A future that is no one’s business but our own. A future that we’ll build and defend together.”
That had his frown slipping as he rolled to pin her beneath him. “Know what I was thinking about?”
“Hmm?” She traced her fingers over his biceps, then up his chest to rest her palms on his shoulders.
“That first meeting with all the Keepers. The one where you said you’d never tried anal.”
She slapped his chest playfully. “Rohmulus!”
He grinned wolfishly. “Yes, my Light?”
She blushed as she said, “That’s something we’re going to have to build up to.”
He grinned and hugged her tighter to him, nipping her shoulder then moving to nuzzle her neck, sending a shiver coursing through her before he got to his knees and flipped her to her stomach, eliciting a startled gasp as he tucked the hard length of his cock into the cleft of her ass and prodded gently. “Then let’s get building.”
Epilogue
Nyree stood beside Harlow EnemyHunter, the two chatting merrily as they painted a wall in the re-built section of the cafeteria. A large portion of the outer wall had been demolished in the attack on the Estate, and was one of the first structures to be rebuilt. The two women decided that a bright, cheery yellow would be a more suitable color than the former sterile white that used to cover the walls.
“Good Christ, it’s hot in here,” Harlow complained, plucking at the turtleneck she wore.
Nyree laughed. “Well, maybe if you didn’t wear stinking turtlenecks every day. Hell, Harlow, if I didn’t know any better I’d think you were hiding a hickey.”
Harlow snorted. “I wish!” She was hiding something though, and it wasn’t a hickey. Remy had gifted her his halo, then left the Estate so quickly that they hadn’t had time for a true claiming, and she wanted that done before she flaunted her halo or let anyone know that she was his Angel. Quickly, she changed the subject. “So, aside from the obvious differences with their Soul Sentries, and a Walkers ability to change, is there anything else that’s different about your Keeper?”
Nyree smiled. “He’s a lot like a Walker male. Possessive, loyal, insatiable.” She blushed at the last word, then lifted a hand to her throat. “No halo, though. No outwardly obvious sign that I’m mated.”
Harlow stopped her paint brush mid-stroke. “We should have a wedding! It’d be perfect. You’d exchange rings, there’d be your proof, and the Estate would get something positive. We really need something good right now!”
The idea sent a zing of excitement through Nyree, but she stifled it. “I don’t know… The Domina is still not herself, and after the attack Monroe won’t want outsiders here.”
“We won’t have outsiders.” Harlow insisted. “We can do all the prep and ceremony ourselves! The kids could do the decorations, it’d be a good back to school project to get their minds off the attack. I’m positive all the females would pitch in where they could, hair, makeup, dresses. I’ll do the cake!”
“But Eden…”
“Monroe wouldn’t want his Estate floundering because the Domina was injured. He’d be proud of us for keeping things moving, for bringing joy to the Estate, for not letting the Megalya win.”
“Hmm, might not be a bad idea.”
“Oooh, it’d be so much fun, Nyree! Just think on it, okay? No decisions right now, and no pressure. I just think it’d be something good. You’d get a ring so everyone knew you were taken, which doesn’t hurt around here. You know these Walkers. If they think you’re available, they’re like damn Vikings, carrying you off. I hear Keepers are worse?”
“Yeah,” Nyree laughed. “They had to be warned, threatened actually, to keep away from all females. Apparently, they think of us like doughnuts. If they see one they like, they just take it.”
“It helps that we’re filled with cream and have a hole, right?”
Nyree threw her head back in a loud laugh, and Harlow joined her. Their laughter died down as the door to the cafeteria opened. They’d kept it closed to keep the strong scent of paint fumes from wafting through the main house.
A Walker entered, and Nyree instantly recognized him. His name was Delain. Built like all the rest, he was massive and thick with muscle, but he had surprisingly gentle eyes and full lips. He looked younger than he was, and had made friends with many of the females on the Estate because he was known as a really nice guy.
“Hey, Delain.” Nyree waved her paint brush.
“Harlow EnemyHunter?” Delain asked, his eyes going straight to Harlow as his brows lowered in an out of character scowl.
Nyree glanced at Harlow, asking quietly, “You know Delain?”
Harlow shook her head as the Walker approached.
“Delain,” Nyree began, by way of introduction. “This is Harlow. Harlow. Delain.”
Harlow held out her hand, but when Delain took it, he didn’t shake it. Instead, he pulled Harlow hard into him, ripping a gasp from her. Quickly, he tore the halo from around his neck, ignoring the scorch of his own flesh as he was branded with the removal. Harlow’s eyes widened in shock, and she got out one word before Delain thrust his arm forward, locking his halo around her throat.
“DON’T!”
The halo flashed a bright ethereal light and whined a high-pitched sound. Harlow’s eyes rolled back as she slipped into unconsciousness. Swept up into Delain’s arms, he studied her quietly.
“DELAIN!” Nyree asked nervously. “What…what are you doing?”
“She’s in danger,” he explained. “The Megalya marked her when they took her. Monroe said this is the only way. She needs to be claimed to override the mark on her. I have to make her mine.”
Nyree fidgeted nervously. “Will that even work? If she’s not your Angel…”
Delain shook his head. “Doc Jenny’s not sure, but Monroe said it’s the only way. We’ve got to try.”
“You sure you couldn’t have asked her first? I mean, she said she doesn’t even know you.”
“There is no time. I’m a good Walker, Nyree. I’ll be a worthy mate.”
She didn’t doubt it, but still. Something had her feeling like this was a really bad decision. “Does Mason know?”
Delain shrugged. “Don’t know. Don’t care. Her brother isn’t my problem. She’s in danger, and the Dominant has assigned me to protect her.”
“What about her Commander? Does he know…?”
“Commander McCabe hasn’t yet returned from assignment. He’ll be notified when he returns that one of his Sentries has been taken off Estate for her own protection. When I return to the Estate, she’ll be my Angel.”
“Off Estate?” Nyree gasped. “Is that wise right now? Seems it’d make more sense to stay where we’re protected.”
“The Megalya that marked her, Doha, knows she’s here, and he’s coming for her. His intention is to take her and mate her when he finds her. It’s in her best interest that I take her from the Estate. Besides, I’ll need her full attention to get her to accept my claiming. We need to get to know each other and fast. She’s got to be mine fully for the Megalya’s mark on her to be removed.”
Nyree swallowed hard. “What if it doesn’t work? If she’s not your Angel and the claiming doesn’t take, what then?”
Delain shrugged looking nervous. “We’ll cross that bridge if we get to it.”
“Well,” she eyed Harlow’s unconscious form. “She’s a good woman, Delain. Take care of her.”
Dove gray eyes lifted to Nyree. “I will.” Then Delain left the cafeteria, and the Estate, with a female he was tasked with making his and with little time to make it so.
Coming Soon
Skin Walkers: Angel Lost
Remy scrubbed a hand down his face as he stepped into the cafeteria. It boasted a fresh coat of spring yellow paint and was filled with a mass of people as they worked setting up tables and chairs while another handful of people were back in the kitchen, wiping down appliances and unpacking dishes.