by Rae Monet
What would he do next?
His hands skimmed across her rib cage, then slipped lower to find the fasteners of her breeches. He pressed his lips to the flat planes of her stomach. “You're so beautiful,” he whispered, “everywhere."
Never had she experienced such heady emotions, she'd only dreamed them. She wanted him to kiss her all over. His mouth was wet and soft, his tongue cool and coarse. The mass of his frame poised over her, contrasting with her smaller frame was heady.
A hostage to her newly discovered passion, all she wanted to do was succumb to the sensations his artful hands and mouth elicited. His mouth stopped at the junction of her breeches. Untying her laces, he unwound the leather, one eyelet at a time, pulling it through the holes. The sensuality to his movements increased her anticipation. Her breath was coming faster, her body pulsating.
He separated her breeches from her body, peeling them down. His mouth followed his hands until she burned from his simple touch, yearning for something more than his kisses. She was naked now, bared to him. Her hips moved, strained against his mouth. She wanted him to move lower, to soothe the throbbing ache in her vagina. His tongue slid out to touch her pussy.
Oh God. He devoured her dripping wetness. She arched against his mouth. Oh God, this is sooo good, she thought.
"Ohhhh, Roaaan."
His tongue delved deeper, lapping at her. She couldn't stand it anymore. She needed to touch him, to see him, to have his cock in her. She had never been with a man in this way. She wasn't sure where this sense of urgency was coming from, but it was there, along with the hunger to have all of him buried in her. She thought in her first joining she would be shy, maybe unsure, but these feelings were making her aggressive. As though she could do anything with this man without consequences. She trusted him completely with her body.
She moved her hands to his chest, gently pushing him back, craving the feel of him. “I want you naked."
Pulling off his boots, he rose to his knees in front of her, allowing her hands to stroke his body, to appease her curiosity. His body was hot and alive with hard curves of muscle. He flexed beneath her hand.
She trailed her hands over his chest, lower to his ribs, his sculptured stomach, and stopped at his breeches. He panted, his chest rising and falling with his desire. Her hand was so small next to his body. Amazing. Arousing.
* * * *
Roan restrained his urgency to touch her, needing her to satisfy her curiosity. Her hands slowly moved over his breeches to make contact with his erection. He closed his eyes in response to her touch, harnessing his burning desire to push her back and enter her pussy in one fell swoop. His hips pushed against her hand. She cupped him. His prick was one squeeze from making him come. He grabbed her hands, staying her movement.
His arms tightened around her, drawing her firmly against his chest. The erratic thud of her heartbeat reverberated inside his chest. He held himself back with the last remaining thread of control he could muster. He didn't want to scare her. She was a virgin. This was her first time. He wanted to make it good.
"I feel your restraint,” she said, tipping her head to one side. He nodded and dragged her hands to the top of his breeches.
"Unlace them,” he commanded.
* * * *
Serena followed his instructions until she had completely loosened them. He helped her push down his breeches, freeing his shaft. Her hands stopped, and she gasped in surprise, her curiosity peaked at the sight of his large cock nestled against a dark stain of curls. Hard and veined, it strained upward to his navel. Pushing her hands away, he pulled his breeches off until he was magnificently naked.
Serena sensed his restraint. “Restrain yourself no longer. Release your passion. Have me."
She touched her lips to his chest, running her hands down his back to rest on his tight ass. He opened his mouth against her neck, then trailed lower, to her breasts. He ravaged her with his rough hands, the pace savage in its intensity, yet somehow tender. Traveling to the dark curls surrounding her vagina, he delved, stroking her clit. His fingers were long, his hands callused as he moved one finger in and out, back and forth, the friction unbelievable. Serena could smell her aroused scent as he rocked his hand against her.
"You're so wet for me, little one. God, I want to please you. I'm going to send you to heaven."
He tweaked her clit. Pleasure burst through her, she arched. “Yes."
"I feel your pleasure, Serena. Come for me, little one, come for me."
While his mouth claimed her lips, his statement made her heart pound. She wanted to come for him, she wanted to satisfy him.
"Roan, I feel your pleasure.” She moaned against his lips. He smiled.
"Yesss,” he murmured, as she cupped him. It was his groan, his hitched breath, the heated perspiration covering his body that drove her forward. His body's powerful reactions urged her to continue her explorations. His mouth claimed hers in a primitive, overpowering kiss. His tongue lapped in rhythm to his fingers encased in her heat.
"Come, baby. Fly for me."
Her body became pliant in his hands, her pleasure building, her heart racing, her breathing rapid. Her legs fell open, giving him better access to her nether lips, her body his now. She was watching herself from outside her body, his hands possessing her.
* * * *
The heave of her breasts, the rosy flush of excitement across her skin, tempered by the dewy spread of perspiration, told him what he needed to know. She was close to orgasm. His fingers set a seductive rhythm, her slick heat fueling him on. She was sopping wet.
* * * *
She was going to explode.
A need built inside her, for what she wasn't sure. She only knew there must be some final release, something spectacular coming. Her muscles drew taut, sensation rolled over her, blinding, incredible pleasure like she'd never known. Her hips moved of their own volition. She rode the bliss he created, her hips pumping in a natural rhythm to his touch. White light exploded behind her eyes.
"That's it. Ride it out, little one."
His lips claimed hers as his fingers left her body. She cried out at the loss, but he quickly pulled her legs around his hips, locking them behind his ass. He lowered her onto her back. For her there was only this man now, his dick at her entrance, hard and unyielding, his hips spreading her wide. His body eased down on hers, a wonderful heaviness, a needed weight.
She whispered his name as he entered her. Absorbing her initial murmur of pain when he breached her maidenhood, his hands clasped with hers, his thumb soothing the rapidly beating pulse at her wrist. It wasn't possible to want more, but at that moment she did. The deeper arousal shocked her. She thought when she lost her virginity she would be scared, it would be painful, but it was neither. It was a profound joining, making her one with him. Tears of joy formed in her eyes.
* * * *
She tightened herself around him. Roan filled himself with her scent. He wanted to stay buried in her pussy until there was no tomorrow. It was so tight and wet, sucking him in, forcing him to bury himself to the hilt. They fit perfectly. He nibbled her mouth until his rapid breathing forced him to lift his lips from hers. His forehead resting against hers, he closed his eyes with the enormity of the sensations. She was sweet, so succulent. She had that spicy heather scent, the one that drove him wild. Need tore at him. Desperate for release, his cock pulsated, but he knew he needed to take it slow and easy.
"We were meant to be together, little one."
* * * *
Serena sighed at his words and his warm breath at her throat. She felt the same satisfying union he did, and with his cock buried inside of her she had never been so whole in her life. He was a part of her now. Her pussy squeezed around him, his cock hard, his declaration soft, the contrast was so right. She loved it.
She began to move with him. He slid in slowly at first, pumped with a determined urgency. With each stroke, Serena's breath hitched and her desire mounted. Her body reached, reached ...
until she was surrounded by his emotions. Their mind senses were united into one tingling hot thrusting motion, completely bonded. She arched into him, her heart pounding, panting, she was compelled to meet his thrusts with her own, enhancing her enjoyment. With each thrust she met her desire mounted, a sheen of perspiration glistening on her body.
She was burning up. His pleasure became hers. She could feel his longing mounting with each thrust. His need became urgent, he drove faster, higher. She could see the strain in his expression, and as her lips latched onto his, he moaned. She could taste herself in his kiss, and it excited her. Serena had never been so close to another individual than she was in that moment. She ran her hands down his back, stroked his ass as he pumped into her. Her head fell back and she arched, her sighs released, all the muscles in her body tensed, as her orgasm built.
Her body tightened around his. “Roan.” He groaned and stiffened. Her body trembled and shuddered in unison with his as they climaxed together.
* * * *
Roan's head rested against hers as his breath slowed. His eyes still closed, he tipped his head to the side and kissed her lips, sipping gently, as one would a fine wine to be savored. Her tight pussy had milked every bit of cum he had to give and then some.
He eased them around on the bed to lie side by side. Reaching down, he pulled the coverlet over them to warm their cooling bodies.
"Serena,” he breathed into her hair, “there is naught I could say that would equal my feelings right now."
She nodded. “I know."
His legs tangled with hers. He pulled her close and rested her head against his chest. His easing heartbeat lulled her into an exhausted sleep. Her breathing slowed as her body finally lost its battle to stay awake and she burrowed into his warmth.
The evidence of their coupling smeared his penis. He knew he would find the blood from her virginity there. He puffed out a breath and pondered the fact he had been her first man. He knew now he would stop at nothing to ensure he was her last. She was his now, body and soul.
As far as he was concerned, she would know no other man. He tightened his hold on her slumbering body, resting his chin on top of her hair. Her unique heather aroma had his prick rising again. He tried to calm himself.
He couldn't take her again so soon. She was injured and needed time to recover. He closed his eyes. Just to confirm his claim on her, he said it out loud, “You are mine now. You will love no other."
At the sound of his voice, her small, callused hand slid around his waist to rest on his ass. She snuggled in closer.
He smiled at her unconscious action. Yes, even in her dreams she knew she was his. He chuckled and joined her in sleep.
The feel of a soothing touch on his shoulder invaded his slumber, and he jerked awake. Knowing it was Richard, he regretfully untangled himself from Serena. He gently set her on her back against the bed. Pulling the coverlet over her, he swung his legs around.
Richard crouched low on the floor next to the bed. He motioned toward the door, and departed. Roan pulled on his breeches then stepped out to join him. He kept the door open so he could keep an eye on Serena.
"Caine has returned. We must follow him now."
"When?” He asked, as he continued lacing his breeches. But before he could fully cover himself, Richard's eyes widened at the blood.
"He has just returned."
Richard inclined his head toward the room. “It is done then?"
He swung gaze to Richards's face. Roan saw his concern. He didn't answer because Richard already knew the answer, it was as if he just needed it voiced.
"Did you tell her, did you explain?” Richard stopped speaking and his eyes widened then looked embarrassed when he saw Serena, wrapped in blanket, slide up behind Roan.
* * * *
Serena awoke to hushed voices from the hall and opened her eyes to see Roan donning his breeches, while talking to Richard. His naked upper torso still made her heart race with anticipation. She remembered running her hands over the hard lines of his chest, she wanted to bathe his shaft with her mouth. He was so stunningly masculine, he took her breath away.
She wasn't ashamed of what they had done. She basked in the beauty of their joining. It was unlike anything she had ever imagined, it had been magical.
Not wanting to be left out of the conversation, she wrapped herself with the coverlet from the bed, wincing as she rose to join them. There was only a dull ache in her shoulder now, the pain amazingly better than it had been several hours before. She was healing faster than normal. It was as if her coupling with him had revived her, given her more strength.
She knew Richard had already guessed at what they were about, so there was no use hiding her state from him. He was her brother, not her keeper. She heard her brother's voice as she silently moved up behind Roan.
"It is done then?” She heard him ask. After a pause, he questioned Roan. “Did you tell her, did you explain?"
"Explain what, Richard?” She asked, coming up behind Roan, clutching the blanket with her good arm. His startled gaze told her he hadn't been using his senses or he would have felt her coming up behind him. He ran a hand through his disheveled hair at her appearance, clearly a frustrated act. A gesture she was beginning to become familiar with. Neither man spoke at her question.
"What is it you must explain to me?” She asked Roan directly and watched him shift uncomfortably, not answering her. His angry gaze swung to Richard as if to berate him for broaching the subject. She began to wonder why they would not answer her. She looked between them, their faces both held an upset, guilty look.
* * * *
Serena turned toward Richard and using her mind, demanded he tell her. He sighed because he knew he was caught, even Roan's warning not to progress further could not stop Richard. He had always been honest with his twin and he could not break his honor, not even for Roan.
"Serena, don't...” Roan's plea fell on deaf ears as she pointed her gaze directly at Richard and demanded he reveal their secret. To help avoid any further emotion he made a mind connection with her and told her about his conversation with Roan. That he had advised Roan that mating with her on a physical level could save her from further attacks from Ziem and make her stronger. That their union could produce a legendary force.
* * * *
Roan threw up his hands in aggravation when he realized they were not going to speak out loud. He watched for her reaction to whatever Richard was saying to her. He heard her strangled gasp. Her brother's hand came to rest upon her shoulder as tears formed in her eyes. She stood in silence and Richard nodded, his hand dropped, along with his head. Feelings of shame permeated Roan's senses. Richard took one more look at Serena's angry face, then spun around and left. She remained stonily still, not making eye contact with him. She turned, and the strong angry emotions he sensed left him weak with the possible ramifications.
"So is this why you slept with me, to protect me?” She asked after a long silence.
He approached her, laying his hand on her good shoulder. “Serena, do not question what happened between us, it was meant to be.” He scowled when she shrugged off his hand and laughed sarcastically.
"Meant to be, meant to be, this was not meant to be. You did this purposely because you didn't trust me to protect myself. You were deliberate in your actions. There was no meant to be here.” She waved her hand, pointing toward the bed.
He shook his head, and with his eyes locking with hers, stepped forward and forcefully held her face between his hands. She tried to pull away but he wouldn't allow it.
* * * *
"Serena,” his tone escalated as he tried to reason with her. “Look at me! Look into my eyes, look into my mind! And tell me we were not meant to be together, as one, tell me!” His voice had risen to a yell, no not a yell—a roar, like a mother wolf defending her young.
Her eyes flew immediately to his and she saw his sincerity. He moved closer to her, his body pressing against hers, his fingers caressing w
here his hand had roughly grabbed her face, his lips closed in on hers lightly touching them. The fist she had used to pound on the wall of his chest was trapped, his hand capturing it between them.
"Tell me.” He whispered the last phrase against her lips. The feel of their near naked bodies touching as the blanket slipped to the floor was so erotic, she forgot what she was going to say all together, her mind crowded with his longing. His cock was hard under his half-unlaced breeches, straining against her stomach. His mouth captured hers in a mind-shattering kiss, his lips slanting against hers, his tongue tangling with hers. His hand released hers and her fingers opened and splayed against his chest. His arms wrapped around her body gently, to bring her fully against him. He broke the kiss suddenly, panting.
"Tell me!” He bellowed, attempting to force her to deny their mutual attraction. She snapped out of her mind drugging desire to push against his chest. He immediately released her. She moved away and began dressing. He followed her and captured her arm, pulling her around.
"I will do whatever is needed to protect you. You are mine now, remember—A'Don ar Cuid-ne, I protect my own. Serena, you are mine!” His declaration set her anger to flame. Now she understood his vow so fervently given when they had first met.
"You.” She pointed at him. “Stay away from me. I will protect myself, you remember!” She punctuated her remark, punching her finger against his chest. He was hurt and she wanted to take back the words, however, she remembered why he had bedded her and her anger returned.
"Do not forget what I have told you. You are mine."
She glared at him as she reached for her leather vest to draw it over her halter.
"Do not forget what I have told you,” she returned, savagely pulling up her breeches and lacing them up. He turned and began dressing himself. Serena watched the play of his muscles as he pulled on his clothes and couldn't contain her own desire to rip all those garments back off.