by Kim Knox
“It isn’t.” Anya pushed herself out of her chair. Nerves ate at her stomach and the sensation was unexpected. Something about having sex with Keve was important to get right and she couldn’t explain why. So she undid the first three tabs on her service suit, her fingers delaying on the fourth. “Where are Croft and Thain?”
“Sleeping. Possession can be exhausting.”
She smirked and more tabs came free. The smooth material dropped free from her shoulders and cool air brushed over her bared skin. “Then where would you like me, Dr Blayne?”
Keve blinked. “You want to go ahead?”
“No, I want to stand naked in my office.” She laughed. “Has it been a while, Keve?” A shadow flickered through his gaze and Anya could’ve kicked herself. He’d spent his time searching for another pyramid, hunting down his chance to live. Had that been his prime focus above everything else? She ran her hand over her braided hair. That was her nervousness. Instinctively, she’d known how unsure he was. “Keve.” She took his hand, gently squeezing his warm, dry palm. “You have Damianos’ memories.” She took a step closer, almost pressing up to his chest. His scent pulled into her lungs, warm, male skin with hints of cologne and the soft scent of soap. “You already know everything about me.”
His fingers tightened around hers and for a moment she was certain Damianos flickered bright in his green eyes. Then Keve was back and a faint blush stained his cheeks. “Yes, yes I do.” His finger brushed her jaw in a gentle caress, the contact rippling a quick shiver under her skin. “How you taste.” Keve leaned in, teased the lightest kiss across her lips and she gasped. The kiss deepened, a slow, delicious tasting that curled all the way down to her toes. Damn, he had a clever tongue. He pulled back and his forehead rested against hers. The affectionate gesture tightened her chest. “Is exactly as I remember. That is…strange.”
“Should we stay here?” Her voice sounded croaky and she swallowed, her heart still beating hard. Keve’s mouth tempted her again, so close she burned to trace her tongue along his bottom lip. The man was unexpectedly addictive. “Or find my room?”
His firm lips curved into a smile and Anya found herself mirroring it. “You’ve never had sex on your desk. I think that should be rectified.”
Anya didn’t want to think how he knew, and let his warm hands slide down over her ribs, waist, to tighten against her hips. Kev turned her toward her desk. Her ass hit it and she grinned. “I work alone.”
“Not today.”
Anya laughed and gave in to temptation. Her mouth found his, losing herself in the softest kiss, teasing, tasting, enjoying him. She ran her fingers through the tangle of his dark hair, drawing him closer. Keve eased her back onto the cold surface of the desk, his hands sliding down to her thighs. He parted them further, his thumbs pressing through the thin fabric to tease sensitized flesh…and then he pressed up against her.
“It’s been a while,” he murmured against her lips as his fingers found her suit and worked more tabs free. “I had to prioritize.”
“Less talking, more getting naked.”
“But you make a compelling argument.”
He pushed down the fabric and she wriggled to help him pull it from her hips, legs, until it pooled to the floor. The clear surface of the desk pressed cold against her skin and she shivered as she grinned. “And you’re still not naked.”
He shucked off his shirt. Anya ran light fingers over the smooth perfection of his chest, playing with the lithe run of muscle. She felt the power of exploration, the first chance she’d had to touch, to trace over warm skin and not rush into a blinding surge of sensation. She pressed her lips to his collarbone, her tongue teasing along, tasting his skin. Anya closed her eyes. Salt-sweet with the bitter hint of coal sharpened on her tongue. She curled her tongue-tip around his nipple, her palms easing over his ribs so that she could snake her arms up the warmth of his spine.
Keve groaned, his arms wrapping around her as he buried his face against her neck. He pulled in a deep breath and crushed her to him. Anya grinned and tugged hard at his nipple. Keve growled. “You’re not playing nice.”
“Was I meant to?”
She felt his grin against her skin before he lifted his head. His mouth hovered over hers. “I think you’ve been very naughty.”
Anya couldn’t resist the need to tease her tongue over his lip again, drawing him into a kiss that washed down to her toes. She fisted her fingers in his hair as his mouth took her, stroking heat and desire deep into her flesh. Anya broke away with a gasp. “You’re very good at that.”
“I’m very single-minded.”
A laugh escaped her and she ran her fingers down the cooled flesh of his spine to slide under the band of his trousers. She pushed at the thick material, easing them down. Her nails scraped over thick muscle and he twitched. “That’s a good trait.”
His fingers already tugged at her underwear. “I thought so too.”
Keve’s mouth found hers again as her panties dropped to the floor. He pushed forward and his cock brushed against her damp flesh. Anya groaned and he deepened the kiss. Damianos was assured, took control to please her, but Keve—Anya ran her palm the length of his spine—was deliciously human.
He gripped his cock and teased the head over her sensitive flesh, swallowing her soft moans. His skilful mouth already danced sparks behind eyes and she arched her spine, urging him to sink into her willing flesh. She wanted him. A slow exploration, a quick fuck, all of it. The sudden emotion, the need, surprised her, and she went with it, enjoying him, the first push of him into her flesh flaring a burst of bright release.
Anya pushed forward, taking him deeper. She grabbed his ass and he growled against her mouth. “This will end all too quickly.”
She pulled in a quick breath, the slow shift of his hips spiraling need deep into her flesh. “Desk sex should be quick and hard.”
“Is that the rule?”
Anya grinned at him. “Yes.”
“Then I’d hate to disappoint.” He wet his lips. “Put your hands on the edge of the desk. Grip it.”
Anya lifted an eyebrow. “You’re giving me orders now?”
Keve’s eyes gleamed and she tightened her muscles around his cock, wanting him. He groaned and the rush of desire thickened in his gaze. “I’m waiting.”
The dark promise in his voice had her heart pounding. She slid her hands around his hips, her nails teasing until her hands hit the cold surface of the desk. Her fingers curled around the curved edge and she almost lost her balance as Keve arched her back. His palms hit the desk and he leaned over her. Anya breathed in his scent, savored the heat of his skin against hers. She liked Keve. So much more than she expected.
“Ready?” His smile turned wicked, playful, and the sudden push of his hips had her gasping.
She ached to kiss him, to lose herself in this taste. “More than ready.”
“Good.”
His hot hand pressed against her spine, supporting her before his mouth took hers in a slow, deep kiss that curled heat down to her toes. Her body shook and her fingers bit into the edge of the desk. Keve’s hips echoed his kiss, slow, deep thrusts that burned up from her pelvis. She hooked her calves around his thighs, wanting him faster, harder, more of him, all of him. Keve swallowed her increasing moans of need, rewarding her with deepened thrusts.
Tightened coils of need low in her belly had her meeting his hips, the soft slap of their flesh, the muted moans filling her office. Her tongue stoked hard against his, her teeth nipping at his lips. She ached to cling to him, for him to slam into her body and release the orgasm burning so close to the edge of her flesh she could almost taste it.
Keve growled and ripped his mouth from hers. He buried his face against her neck, his breath hot and rasping over her ear, sending tight shivers that brought her release—
“Come for me, Anya. Scream my name.”
The hot, dark words arched her spine and her release splintered over her mind in a breaking rush of h
eat, light and endless joy. Anya thought she cried out something that might have been his name, but the strangled word was unrecognizable.
Keve held her, his hips driving hard against hers. His teeth nipped at her earlobe, sharpening the flickers of release still coursing her flesh before he came with a low groan. He crushed her to him and let out a long sigh. Anya slid her arms around his damp skin, teasing down his spine and unable to deny the smile breaking across her mouth.
“Thank you.”
Keve drew away and pulled up his trousers. He leaned in again to press a soft kiss against her lips. It tasted of him and the bitter hint of coal. Damianos. Keve had pushed them from her thoughts and she laughed. “Are you cured, Keve?”
His mouth stilled and he pulled back. Stroking her tangled hair from her face, his head tilted. “I feel…more alive than I have in a long time. But I think…” Keve’s words fell away and a smile eased over his mouth, something sharp, wicked, and her heart jumped. Damianos. “You forgot us?” The smile deepened and suddenly Keve was gone. Completely. “Bad, Anya.”
“Damianos…” The name came out on a little sigh and her reward was a sharp nip at her bottom lip. It stung. “Is Keve…?”
“We share this body.” A fingertip ran over her mouth, teasing the still-stinging skin. “And Keve wanted us to share in the moment.” The wicked smile grew again. “You enjoyed him?”
“Yes.” She ran her fingers through her damp hair, staring at Keve and seeing only Damianos in his eyes, in the sharp twist of his mouth. The memory of Keve, of his incredible ability to kiss her until she forgot everything else swept over her and had her heart pounding.
She found a smile on his familiar face. “I can see that you did. Keve has talents you should explore further.”
Anya blinked and tried to wrap her mind around her situation. “So…this is for keeps? You tie yourself to him…and then what?”
Damianos traced a slow finger along her jaw. “We have you. You’re ours.” He stepped back and retrieved her underwear, dropping them into her hand. “And we promise, with us, time and aging will no longer concern you.”
Anya wriggled into her panties and found her crumpled service suit. Her life had become insane, it really had. “It’s that simple?”
“Not simple.” The sharp grin returned. “More…interesting.”
Her eyes narrowed. “You’re making me suspicious.” Keve took her hand, and she realised it was him, not Damianos. “And can you say when you’re going to swap?”
“Why?” Keve’s fingers tightened around hers and pulled her toward the door. The clear panel parted with a soft hiss. “You can sense the difference immediately.”
“Where are we going?”
“As Damianos said, this is about to get interesting.”
Anya stopped, and tugged back on his hand. She pulled in a tight breath, her mouth thinning. “I want to know what’s happening here, what’s going to happen.” She untensed her shoulders, letting them drop and her fingers flexed around his. “I’m obviously more than happy to go along with what you, they have planned, but I also like details.”
“Details…” Keve drawled the word, soft, slow, and the small hairs rose on the back of her neck.
He could do that. Stir her with simple things, his voice, a look, that hint of a smile growing on his mouth. And Damianos had promised them endless unageing time… Suddenly the thought was appealing. “Yes, details would be nice.”
“We will share you, now, always.” Keve stepped closer to her and the light from the watching moon washed over his smooth features, silvered his dark hair. His fingers curled against her jaw. “Damianos needs us, through us they experience living, pleasure. And we get a chance to thoroughly enjoy that pleasure.”
He brushed a light, tantalizing kiss over her lips and Anya sucked in a breath, denying her need to take his mouth and push Keve up hard against the curve of the wall. “And how will that work with me here and you on Earth?”
Keve’s hand slid from her jaw, dropped lightly over her arm until he found the curve of her hip. He squeezed. “You have how many days left here?”
“Thirteen.”
“Then Thain investigates the now-nonexistent energy readings and I drag out the time until your replacement shuttles in.” His hand eased from her hip to caress her ass and drew her flush to his hard body. “And then you come back with us.”
“I’m on rotation. I’d be back here—”
Keve kissed her and all thought dissolved. Her hands fisted in his shirt, heat and desire firing under her flesh. The cool wall impacted her spine and Keve pressed hard against her. “I need a new assistant.” His lips burned over hers, his breath hot and sweet. Green eyes held her, darkened with need. “I reviewed your file. One of your qualifying subjects was anthropology. Good enough for a transfer within the Academy.” With a sharp smile, he bit at her lip. “So our immediate plans are sorted.”
Anya grinned and took his mouth, wanting to lose herself in another of his incredible kisses. He gripped her ass, grinding against her pubic bone and splinters of white heat flared. She was tempted, so tempted to strip him again, but she broke his kiss with a regretful sigh. If this was her new life, she’d start it right. Because it was a beginning. Their beginning. “We should try to practice private groping from now on.”
Keve laughed and let out a long breath. “Yes, we should.” He stepped back from her and held out his hand. Anya took it and curled her fingers into the heat of his palm. His green eyes sparked as he looked at her and she was certain a flash of Damianos burned there. Her belly tightened as Keve grinned. He tugged her forward. “Come on. Damianos is waiting for us.”
About the Author
Kim lives on an ancient boundary line, once marked by a Neolithic burial tomb. The tomb’s now a standing stone circle—thank the Georgians for that one—and stirs her mind with thoughts of history and ancient myths. She mixes the essence of the past into fantasy, along with the essential mix of magic and sex. She also writes science fiction romance, pushing out into the far future with effortlessly sexy men and the women who can’t resist them.
Kim is multi-published. You can contact her on her website or come and chat at her blog: www.darknessandromance.wordpress.com
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