Scarred Protector (Midworlder Trilogy Book 2)

by Mundy, Maggie

  “Is anyone else here?”

  “Just you and me.” Heath’s wings disappeared.

  Evie ran her fingers across his chest and walked around to the back of his body so she could see the tattoos up close. The feathers disappeared into the band of his board shots, but she could see the tips of the tattoos on the back of his knees. She was glad he had taken her flying because it reminded her again that he was not human, though she was about to do a very human thing with him.

  She took his hand and walked into the shack and knelt down on the bed. He knelt before her and kissed her as he pushed her gently back, so they lay next to each other. His lips were on hers again as his hand went to the back of her bikini to untie it at her neck, and it fell away. He moved back, staring down at her breasts, and she almost went to cover them.

  “Evie, you have the most magnificent breasts I’ve ever seen. I want to adore every part of your body until you scream for me to enter you and give you the fulfillment you deserve.”

  No one had said anything like that to her before, and she could feel her eyes tearing up. In truth, her heart was melting with each word. So what if this wasn’t real? It felt real, and a stunningly handsome, caring man wanted her. He moved so he was lying on top of her and started to kiss her neck. Little pecks at first, and then he swirled his tongue just below her ear. It caused her stomach to take a flip. She wanted him inside her now.

  He looked up for a second and smirked. “Not yet, Evie.”

  The tip of his tongue made a trail down to her nipple, which he took in his mouth. Her hand went to his head to push him against her as he nipped and sucked, and she bowed her back into him. When she thought she could take the sensations no longer, he moved to the other breast while his hand moved down and slipped inside her bikini bottom, where he could slide his finger into her. Her body automatically clenched onto him, and she heard the smothered groan coming from his lips as he sucked her nipple. Slowly, he moved his finger back and forth as his thumb gently massaged her clit. Dear God, they had only just started, and she was coming already. She gripped the sheets as she screamed her release as it pulsed through her.

  Heath left her breast to come up to her face with the most wicked of smiles. “That’s just for starters. Roll over.”

  Evie was still throbbing as he moved off her and let her lay on her stomach. He nudged her legs apart as he knelt between them. He then pushed her hair to the side and started to massage her neck. Easing away the tension. There was something to be said for having your own personal masseuse. Especially a six-foot drop-dead gorgeous one. His fingers worked on the muscles of her neck and down her spine and around her sides. She couldn’t stop the loud sigh escaping her lips.

  “I’m going to make you do this in the real world.”

  “Anytime, my lady, but remember if you do, it may lead to other things, and for now we can only do that here.”

  Getting called “my lady” was something she could get used to as well. He rubbed her lower spine and gently pulled her bikini bottom down, so he could work on her butt. She moved, and he removed them completely. She was not someone used to nakedness, and yet she felt so comfortable with him that it seemed natural. He knelt beside her and rubbed her thighs and calves and feet and toes. She giggled where it tickled. He was not being sexual, and yet it was all so sensuous.

  “I want you to turn back now.”

  Evie turned and noticed that he had removed his board shorts at some time during the massage. His erection was amazing, and she relished in the fact she was causing it. He lay on top of her, and she could feel his hardness pressing against her opening, but he made no move to enter her. His lips met hers, and this time there was no delicacy about their passion as they fought to get close to each other. She ran her hand through his hair as her other hand roamed up and down his back. When he moved away from her lips, she was breathless and she knew exactly what he planned to do next.

  Heath made his way with little kisses down her abdomen and across to her inner thigh. Everywhere he touched her she was ablaze as if her body had become super sensitive. He bent his head and licked her core. His tongue flicked on her clit, his finger moving in and out of her at the same time. She felt so hot, and her body clenched around him as the sensations started to build again. She had struggled all her life to have a single orgasm while having sex, let alone multiple.

  As he kept his undivided attention on her, she yelled her release again. At this rate, she wasn’t sure she would last. Heath came back up and lay beside her. She reckoned it was her turn to make him suffer in a wonderful way. Putting her hand on his chest, she pushed him onto his back.

  “You’re being very bossy wanting things your own way. Now it’s my turn.”

  She started at his neck. His skin had been so smooth, but now was marred by the scars across his torso. He had just a small amount of hair on his chest. She licked with the point of her tongue down to his navel and could still taste the salt of the sea on him. When she glanced up at his face, he had his arms behind his head and looked pleased with himself. She was going to break his coolness starting right now. She placed her lips around the head of his cock and gently sucked while she slowly moved her hand up and down his shaft. It was music to her ears to hear him groan. Her other hand went down and gently massaged his balls. She ran her tongue around the head of his cock and could feel his hips move to get closer to her mouth. On and on she teased him, licking, sucking, and slowly moving her hand up and down his shaft.

  “Evie, stop,” he called out.

  She sat up and smirked. “So you want to be inside me now, do you?”

  “You know I do.” His voice was low, and she could see the need on his face. She slipped her leg across his middle and reached down to take his cock in her hand so she could guide him into her. As soon as he touched her opening, her body shuddered in anticipation. She wanted to surround his cock, squeeze it, and take every inch of its wonderful length into her. She leaned forward and ever-so-gently let the head of his cock into her warmth. Her body wanted him so much, and the ache that went through her as she lowered herself onto his length was excruciatingly beautiful.

  As she sat down, fully encasing him, she placed her hands on his chest and leant forward to kiss him. He moved his legs so that they were up against her buttocks, his hands on each hip gently encouraging her to move. She didn’t need any encouragement as she slowly moved up and down on him. He thrust his head back into the pillow, his eyes closed as he groaned with each movement. She was so wet, and he was the cause. As she sat up on him, her hands went round to feel his balls. He was so taut and ready to explode, but she wanted to slow down a bit. Moving off him, her body ached to have him back inside again.

  Evie lay on her back and beckoned him with her finger to come on top. Heath was on top and sliding into her within a second. She could feel the heat, and his size stimulated every part of her as he rocked back and forth with his hips. She reached her legs around his waist so he could thrust harder. She would never get enough of him. His lips found hers, and her tongue entwined with his. She felt his hands slip down her side and between her legs. As soon as he touched her clit, the tremble started to build and reach out through every part of her body. Their lips broke apart as both of them yelled their release.

  Heath emptied his seed into her, and she throbbed around him as he moved until he was all spent. They lay together quietly, just resting in each other’s arms. She sensed that neither of them wanted the moment to end. When he lay beside her, he placed a finger under her chin and tilted her face so she would look him in the eyes.

  “I think I’m falling for you, Evie.”

  She couldn’t believe what he was saying. They had only known each other a few days, and yet she knew the same feelings were building in her.

  “I think I already have. I wish we never had to leave this place. That everything else w
ould just fade away.”

  “I promise you now, I’ll do everything within my power for us to be together.”

  She believed him but was also aware they were dealing with things even beyond his knowledge. They needed help. She snuggled up to him and let sleep take her, knowing that this was over, but back in the real world there would be a new connection between them.

  Evie stretched and opened her eyes. She could no longer hear the sound of the waves on the shore, but she could see Heath lying beside her. They were back in his room. He was flat on his back, and she reached across with her hand and placed it on the scars on his chest. The skin was still raised, but not so angry anymore. A smile came to her face as she remembered what had happened in his mind-world. Heath moved his hand so it covered hers. She glanced up to see him smiling at her.

  “I love you, Evie.”

  This time she didn’t bother to stop the tears. “I love you, too.”

  Chapter 13

  Strange Alliance

  Charles whipped the girl across her backside with the riding crop as she hung from the cuffs on the wall. Her buttocks were red, she was squirming, and he was ready. He threw the crop aside and grabbed her ass, pulling it toward him. She groaned as he shoved himself into her. She was hot inside, and her butt was red from the beating. It all turned him on as he pounded her to get some release.

  When he was done, he uncuffed her and placed some money on the coffee table.

  “You can wash in the bathroom over there, then leave by the door from my bedroom as usual. One of my men will escort you to your car. I’ll call you when I require your services again.”

  Delilah was always professional. She picked up her items and made her way from the room. He wondered what her real name was, but it was of no significance, really. With what he paid her for silence, she shouldn’t need many other customers. He didn’t see any bruises from other clients, so he wondered if he was the only one. The expensive sports car she drove away in had been his present after a particularly rough session. He thought she might not come back after that, but she did.

  As he let the water from the shower stream over his body, he knew the release with her would not be enough. Since he had met Liliath, all he could think about was delving into her body and making the Elevated moan. He had heard the male Elevated had low libidos, and other Midworlders had been sought out before to copulate with them in Pergor. None had wanted to come to Earth permanently, though. To have her down here with him would be perfect. As he left the shower and was drying off, he sensed his second-in-command waiting outside his door. He wrapped his towel around his midsection and walked out to find Corman.

  “The smart ass from the States is back, and if he pulls that ‘I’m better than you’ crap, I might just whack him one. He wants to know what’s happening with that bitch who spat out that black stuff. Can I beat the shit out of him?”

  “I will do it if needed.” Charles went to his wardrobe and picked out jeans and a silk shirt. He knew Sayell would be dressed impeccably as always. It made no difference to Charles. He could sense the same need to be more just lurking below the man’s surface. They were both unhappy with the lot they had been given on Earth. Sayell had been dealing with it longer though. The powers on Homeworld didn’t care if they went mad and caused havoc down here because they were bored. His counterparts, like Heath, suffered on because they thought they might find love. It didn’t exist. Lust was a different matter. Now that did exist.

  He strolled into his lounge, knowing full well he had kept Sayell waiting. Sayell was at the bar helping himself to the best whiskey. His Macallan. Everyone else knew not to touch it. Sayell had poured two glasses and handed one to Charles as he approached.

  “You have good taste. Hope you don’t mind, but I was bored waiting.”

  “I know, it’s good.” Charles sat down and sipped. He could play this game, too. Sayell sat opposite him in his Armani suit.

  “So do you have anything to tell me about Heath or the woman?”

  “We’ve had to deal with another problem at the moment, but it was on my mind. I assume it’s been on yours as well. Hence your visit this evening. My men have been watching the manor house. A healer came. I assume she was there to remove whatever it is afflicting the female. There was an explosion. They were about to enter the house when another group of humans arrived.”

  “You didn’t take them out and take her?” Sayell leaned forward in his chair and scowled.

  “Let us say, I was interested. I don’t like to get rid of anything until I’ve assumed it is no longer of value. I wanted to know why these humans were there.”

  Sayell had better be careful if he was going to become aggressive as if he had some right to be here.

  “They took the Evie and Heath, and we followed. They ended up in a small country village called Corstal in a nondescript little house.”

  “I know of the village.” Sayell seemed to have calmed somewhat as he sipped his whiskey.

  “My men were about to enter the building when everyone seemed to stream out the door and flee into the bushes. Then Heath left holding Evie in his arms. He took flight, and my men followed at a distance. They were about to attack Heath when they noticed some of the others from his enclave flying toward them and decided to instead make a hasty retreat.”

  “So we can assume they’ve gone back to the manor house.”

  “My second-in-command, Corman, followed them back, but what was more interesting were Heath’s injuries. Somehow he had been sliced across his chest, but the wounds were pouring blood, and he didn’t seem able to stop it.”

  Sayell raised an eyebrow quizzically as he stared at him. “How is this going to help us?”

  As far as Charles was concerned Sayell was thinking too much about this woman Evie and could not see the other prizes that might be on offer here. “I suggest we go and visit this group. I want to know what was on the blade. I know you want this woman, and so do I, but I also don’t like it when humans think they have the upper hand over us. The knowledge they have could be useful to protect us against the Angelic Midworlders. It would be good to break the equality and get the upper hand. If we could kill Angelics we could have a world with only Demonics in it.”

  “As wonderful an idea as it may be, I can’t see the Elevated or purebloods on either side going for it. I’ll say, I’m interested though.”

  The front yard of the house was overgrown, and there was rubbish stacked against the walls. He had a feeling the inside of the dwelling would be just as unkempt.

  Charles found he separated himself from humans and their homes except when they had to do a changeover of guardians, or when one could service his sexual needs. It had never occurred to him before that they could be useful in increasing his power on Earth. He thought of them as weak and didn’t like the idea of that changing. If he was stuck down here on this planet, then he wanted to be the dominant life form.

  These humans had their myths and legends, but he had never seen any proof that anything paranormal existed on this planet. He didn’t consider Midworlders paranormal. They were aliens. They could do things based on physiology−not magic. These people seemed to want to believe in any rubbish to make themselves feel better. They had even formed myths around his people with their Christianity, in addition to angels and demons. He saw himself as invincible. It was interesting to see what it was the man had that could harm them. It also meant they might need to be more careful and pay more attention in future.

  The little man Corman had seen run out of the house the previous evening answered the door. Tonight, he was dressed in plain brown pants, a shirt, and a cardigan. A bit different from the long red robe Corman had described from the night before. He also noticed how sallow the man’s skin was. He was sick, maybe even dying, of that Charles was sure. When people had little to lose they could be un
predictable. They would need to tread carefully.

  “Yes, can I help you?” the man said as he looked them up and down. Corman had done some research and found out a name for the little weasel of a man.

  “Mr. Arthur Baldwin, I presume. My name is Charles Stuart, and this is my associate Sayell Hillier. We would like to talk to you about a young woman, Evie Withers.” Charles saw a gleam of interest in the little man’s eyes and knew he had him at that moment.

  “I do know of the person you mention, but what’s your interest in her? Are you with the police?” Arthur poked his head out of the doorway, peering up and down the street.

  Charles decided to go straight for the kill and pretend. “We’re not with the police. We’re like you. We believe and have interests in the unexplainable. She may have certain powers, and I understand you have been researching the paranormal. Your expertise in the area is quite well-known.” He could see the little man puff his chest out in pride.

  “Perhaps you would like to come inside.”

  His vanity had gotten to him. They followed him into a house, where the décor and furniture had seen better days. It smelt of stale food and some sort of incense that made Charles almost retch. Sayell’s nose wrinkled up in disgust. They were shown into a living room. He was disinclined to sit down, and from the way Sayell viewed the room, he didn’t want to sit either. But they needed to get information from this man, so they would play pleasant guests for the time being. They sat down and waited, while Arthur went to bring them refreshments. Asking for a Macallan seemed to be a bit pointless here.