[Through Time 02.0] Whiplash

by Claudy Conn

  He admired and respected everything about her, her courage and fortitude unique to herself, the manner in which she accepted facts and moved forward. It dawned on him that he didn’t just love her, he adored her more than any other being of his acquaintance—ever!

  Adored? The word did not have enough letters in it to express the extent of what he felt. For him, life without her would be meaningless. How this had happened, he hadn’t a clue. But he meant to claim her for his own!

  He touched her face, and she sighed sweetly. He could see she was thinking about immortality. He could see she was trying it on for size, and he reached for her arms and drew her to him. The quilt fell away, and he glanced down at her naked breasts and sucked in air with the explosion of desire that swept through him. The laughter was gone, and in its place was a primal, needful, all-consuming, and savage hunger.

  She gently pushed off his chest and hurriedly covered herself. “I, I have a lot of questions about this immortality stuff, but I’ll deal with that later. First, tell me, Trevor, just how did I get this way—naked I mean?”

  “I took your clothes off you, and I am sorry, love. They were ruined.”

  “You took them off me? Like … piece by piece?” she asked warily.

  “No, they were covered in poisonous saliva. I removed them Fae-style.” He grinned and then thought he would explode with all he felt for her. “I think the next time I remove your clothes, I would like to take them off you slowly, peeling one article off at a time … little by little …” His voice was low-throttled with an urgent need he was helpless at that moment to disguise.

  “Peel them …” she murmured and shook her head at him. She put out her hand as though to stop him, but he felt the half-heartedness of her effort and reveled in the hope that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. She said, however, “I need to know more about everything.”

  “The only thing I want to tell you now is this,” he said and leaned forward to take her back into his arms.

  This time, she did not resist, and he was filled with joy as his Jazmine Decker seemed ready, so ready to receive his kisses …

  * * *

  The new blood in her system was bubbling over with the intensity of a red-hot fire, its flames lapping at her sensory buttons. His laughter, his obvious joy, thrilled her, and she felt her throat constrict as she watched him.

  Jazz had wanted Trevor when she was human—now, she wanted him with a desire that was feral and all-encompassing. She felt wild and almost violent with her need to hold him, touch him, have his mouth on hers.

  She was oh so ready when his mouth finally closed on her lips, and something akin to a volcanic eruption of heat and pleasure burst from inside her and threatened to engulf her with mindless wanting. She parted her lips for his tongue, and when he thrust his to join with hers, she went off. She clung to him with the rocket take-off she experienced. She couldn’t believe she had climaxed just from his kiss and shuddered in his arms in the immediate aftermath.

  He moaned her name, saying it with that accent of his, saying it fully as he did, and she pressed against him. She was beyond fever-pitched, and she knew he was as well.

  Passion created vines of red-hot gold, Faery gold and entwined them both in uncontrollable and undeniable bonding.

  She felt his hand as it moved to cup and fondle her breast, twitched at the sensation he aroused when he wildly played with her nipple. This time, she flung the quilt away from herself. She was hot, too hot to be covered.

  He had with the flick of a wrist removed his leather pants and sandals, Fae-style, and she glanced over his naked body and licked her lips. His shaft was huge and pointing meaningfully at her, and she knew she had never wanted anyone like she wanted him. It was as though every nerve ending yearned to be touched by him, satisfied by only him.

  Hesitation wasn’t a part of anything they did in those first moments, but he did, at some point, try and hold back as he whispered, “My sweet love, I need you to know that you make me come alive, so alive, and I have never known this feeling before … not this …”

  Was he telling her he loved her?

  She was immortal now. Did that make it different for him? Was it more acceptable to be with her now she was immortal? Was he able to love her now, when he couldn’t before? The notion irked her. She pushed away and said, “Is that because of what I have become?”

  “No,” he scoffed. He shook his head as he brought her back into his arms and whispered, “I have loved you from the start, I have loved you because of what you were then, and I love you now because of what you will become—mine! But, my sweet Fios, now, now you and I, we can begin our forever …”

  Those words sent her plunging into overdrive. She threw her arms around him again and kissed him hard, thrusting her tongue into his delicious mouth, taking his flavor of honey and vanilla, tasting it with a groan of satisfaction she wasn’t ashamed to allow him to hear.

  Everything seemed surreal. Immortality, monsters, Dark Princes, all of it, except for Trevor of Lugh. He was her reality, he was her anchor, and she clung to him as he molded her to his hard, muscular body.

  He moved his fingers over her with an expertise that sent her reeling and clamoring for more. His kisses melted into one another until she didn’t know where she was, where he began and she ended.

  Her body felt like silly putty in his hands, and she gave herself to his touch. At that moment, only her ravenous need to touch him was important. She had to have him touch her. She wanted to be with him in every imaginable way.

  She took his cock into her hands and started stroking it with a boldness she had never experienced before. She moved into position and began first licking its head and then its length before taking it into her mouth and sucking him hard. Pleasure filled her senses at the feel of him, and she sucked harder, faster, until he said her name right out loud. She heard the hunger in the sound and was filled with lust, love, and wild abandon.

  He pulled away and laid her back on the bed so he could straddle her, fondle her, lick her nipples, and then suckle there. He murmured, his voice tinged with passion and longing, “I have been wanting you so much, little love, so much that it hurt holding back.”

  “Yes, wanting, and I wanted you from the beginning,” she whispered.

  He pressed hot kisses to her belly and then parted her thighs with his hand as he lowered his head there and began nibbling at her nub.

  She experienced a sudden, sharp reaction and arched her back with the pleasure he gave her. His finger joined his tongue, and she shouted, “Trev … yes … Trev …” as she found sweet release once again.

  He knew at once, and he grinned with pride as he came up and stroked his dick on her thighs and asked, “Are you ready for this now, sweet Fios … are you ready?”

  “Hell, yes!” she answered, and he got into position, sliding the head of his shaft just inside her before waiting only for her to pump and grind for more. He gave her more then, ramming her hard and fast, moving inside her so that he found her pleasure points and catered to her needs.

  She rocked and pumped against him with wild abandon. She didn’t think of tomorrow; she didn’t think of anything except the sensations he aroused in her at that moment. As far as she was concerned, tomorrow didn’t exist.

  He moved deftly inside her, and she grabbed his arms as she exploded once more, groaning and calling his name. She heard and felt him as he moaned and shot his seed into her before they sank together onto the mattress. She closed her eyes.

  He grinned and said, “Open your eyes, love.”

  She did. She looked deep into those gold eyes of his and said, “Yes …?”

  “Tell me,” he said, his face drawn in a frown. “You haven’t told me.”

  “Tell you what?” she teased. She knew what he wanted to hear. It was written all over his beautiful Fae face, and it thrilled her. Something deep inside her heart, now repositioned, altered, and capable of perhaps even more than she had dreamed possible, pulsated
with the enormity of what she felt. Her throat constricted, and for a moment she couldn’t speak.

  “Tell me … tell me how you feel,” he repeated, sounding desperate. “I need to hear—know how you feel.”

  She took his hands and kissed the fingertips, marveling at them. So large and yet so capable of gentle manipulation. “I love you, Trevor, Seelie Prince of Lugh. I love you beyond the here and now.”

  He grinned, suddenly looking like that boy she loved so much about him, and he said right out loud as though he wanted the universe as witness, “I pledge myself to thee, Jazmine Decker—do you pledge yourself to me?”

  “Damn, but I do,” she said.

  He laughed, and it was a joyous sound. Forgotten was the world outside. Forgotten was their mission, the Dark Princes, the threat ever-present. All she could do, all she wanted to do, was hold on tight.

  “I didn’t know it at first, but everything that made you human moved me to love you beyond hope. I love the human in you still, for you have not lost it—through all that you have just gone through, you have not lost who you are, and, Jazmine Decker, I love who you are.”

  She didn’t think she could be happier and told him, “There you go, who would have thunk it, here is Prince of Lugh—a human-lover.” She laughed and held onto him, resting her cheek against his hard chest. “I will never let go of the human in me, so it’s a good thing you love her, too. It is part of who I am … and I guess who I will be.”

  “Jazmine Decker?” he said in an odd, husky tone.

  “Yes, Prince Trevor?” she returned on a tease.

  “It is time now for you to get on your hands and knees, turn your butt to me, and let me in …”

  And she most willingly did just that.

  Her body belonged to him, to his touch, to the exquisite and savage pleasure he instilled in and drew from her. She jumped into position for him, pushed back against his thrusts, felt his hands on her rump, and whimpered with the hedonistic feelings that filled her.

  He was everything to her. He made her world level and steady and yet wildly lustful. And for now, her world was made up of only the two of them …

  She had said she loved him. Loved? The word was inadequate to what she felt. Not enough of a word for such an enormous meaning. Love did not come close to describing what she felt.

  He was big and strong, handsome and powerful, and yet gentle and kind and good and, “Oh, oh, oh,” she breathed as he brought her to a climax.

  He exploded inside her in that moment and shouted out, “Jazmine Decker, how I love thee!”

  As she sank into his arms she knew she loved everything that made him who he was, even the Old World way he spoke now and then, and as they made love, his words melted and melded her to him.

  He covered her face in kisses as he held onto her and pulled the covers around them both. Oh, and his kisses of vanilla honey were beyond description, as was his touch, she thought as she settled into a spoon position and snuggled back against him.

  His lovemaking had sent her on a journey into herself, and she knew everything about what they were together was right.

  “So, my Fae he-man, is this one of those times when you sleep?”

  He laughed. “Sleep? Now?” He nipped at her shoulder with his teeth, and the action sent a thrill through her nerve endings. “My Fios, you don’t really think that is all I am going to give you, do you?”

  “Oh, is there more—is this what you meant by spending a couple of days in training?” She laughed.

  “Part of it, my sweet Fios.” He dropped a kiss on her back, and then on her butt. “And, yes, there shall be more of this, and more, and more, my love, an eternity of more …”

  He held her tightly from behind and whispered words in ancient Danu she did not understand but loved the sound of, and she knew she had surrendered her life to him.

  ~ Sixteen ~

  “YOUR HUMAN ORGANS have reinvented themselves to accommodate the blood that has taken over your body, my love. So in that sense, yes, your inner body has been altered.” He answered her question as he pushed the heavy stick towards her. “Pick it up and use your knowledge of human karate to come at me.”

  “Wait, what about my head?” Jazz asked. He had been working her all day, and she wasn’t exhausted but … confused. Her mind was still having a difficult time learning everything he was trying to jam into her. Like shifting. He thought she should learn shifting with the snap of his fingers, but she still had not been able to absorb it all.

  Trevor had used Jazz’s pendant to communicate with the queen, who had simply told him to train her well. They had been at it for days, and he just wouldn’t give up. He insisted she learn the knack of it, but every single time she tried, she ended up only a few feet away.

  “What about your head?” He grinned at her. “It is beautiful. Don’t I tell you enough?”

  “No, no.” She slapped his big, muscular arm and then moved in close. She was having a very difficult time keeping her hands off him. She wanted to touch him, lick him, have him all the time. “I mean … I can’t wrap my head around everything. It’s all coming at me too fast.”

  “I know, sweet Fios, but you have to. We have been at this for three days, and you were unconscious for two more. All this time, we have done nothing to hinder Pestale and Hordly from opening the portal at the weakest point of the Prison Wall. They know we are holed up here.” He paused and touched her cheek with the back of his hand. “I have not wanted to worry you, but they have visited outside here on more than a few occasions. I have seen them, and I am certain they are wondering what we are plotting. Hopefully, they will continue to worry about what we are plotting, and perhaps it will keep them from going forward, but for now …”

  “Yes, you are right. Way too much time wasted,” Jazz agreed with a frown. “Okay, have at me.”

  He did, and she was thrilled when she actually thwarted his lunge with the strength of an immortal and the skill she had learned as a human. “Ha!” she said, bouncing like a boxer in place.

  “Good, only good, not great.” He chuckled.

  “Why doesn’t it all come naturally?”

  “Even we Fae have to be taught from infancy how to use our magic, learn our sciences.” He shook his head. “And you are not Fae—at least, not quite, not yet.”

  She arched a look at him. “Does that mean I will be Fae one day?”

  “In a manner of speaking. You will be …” He grinned at her and feigned a punch. “A half-breed.”

  “Hey!” She shifted behind him and swatted his rump with a bright smile.

  Chuckling with pleasure, he grabbed for her and took her into his arms. “Well done, Fios. You have the jump shifts down. Now you have to get control and be able to shift longer distances, as I taught you—let your mind find the coordinates and then go there.”

  She sighed, picked up the long fighting stick, and jabbed playfully at him. He shifted in behind her, took it away, and said, “Pestale would now have you … take you wherever he wished, and you don’t know how to shift back to me.”

  She turned around to face him, and sank into his arms to hold him tightly. “Okay, let’s try it again.”

  He gave her back the long wood pole, and she took it up and gave him a saucy look. This time when she jabbed, she shifted above him.

  He took a minute to look for her, and she came down once again behind him and slammed him lightly with the wooden pole. “Tagged! Whoop, whoop! If you were Pestale, you would have been stabbed with my sword. Ha!”

  He grinned as he turned to her. “Well done, sweetness.” He folded her into his arms and sighed. “Let’s do a reconnaissance.”

  “Yay, reconnaissance—how?”

  “I’ll do the shifting for now. You just hold onto me—don’t let go.”

  “Never letting go,” she said, tucking her hand into his leather pants at the waist. He grinned down at her.

  “Do not distract me,” he cautioned, trying to look solemn.

 
She crossed her chest, where she hoped her heart still was, and said, “No distracting.”

  And they shifted.

  * * *

  Trevor had felt a disturbance in the atmosphere. It cranked with power, and he heard a creaking of the Prison Walls that vibrated and fought the magic threads created by Queen Bridget. They had been reinforced by Queen Aaibhe after Bridget’s death and maintained with the help of her best Druid priests, but Pestale had found a way to weaken those walls. Sooner or later, he was going to open them wide enough to create the portal he needed.

  With Jazz in hand, Trevor shifted to the location he felt drawn to, and what he found horrified him.

  He stood with his mate beside him, viewing the treeless and barren landscape. The earth was gray and cracked from lack of water. The world had not been able to withstand the devouring, hungry hordes of monsters set loose upon it. Nothing grew any longer. When the Dark King had first created this Realm, this had been a grassy plain where he had intended to place deer and antelope, but his experiments had not turned out the way he planned.

  However, that wasn’t what horrified Trevor. He knew what all counties of the Dark Realm had become. It was the crack of light across the barren earth, about five feet wide by twenty feet in height, that kept him momentarily transfixed.

  Trevor had no way of knowing how long Pestale had been working on this particular break in the wall, though he guessed it couldn’t have been too long, for he had not felt it until just recently.

  Light streamed through the crack, but the magic threads that held the Prison Walls together reached towards one another, as though moved by another, outside force, evidently attempting to bridge the gap. Trevor smiled to himself. His Royal brethren were hard at work on the other side.

  Pestale was there and standing with his back to them. He was totally naked, his arms outstretched towards the light. He appeared to be in some kind of trance as he chanted the word osclaitear over and over again.

  “What is he saying?” Jazz asked as she clung to Trevor. “Wait … it’s translating itself—it means ‘open’, doesn’t it? He is chanting ‘open’.”