Assassin's Kiss

by Paris Brandon

  The image made her hungry and she teased his other nipple between her fingertips until he hissed. His golden body was covered in a sheen of sweat that made him glow in the torchlight. His arms splayed, he gripped handfuls of the sleeping bag beneath him.

  The grim slash of his lips tripped her up for a second before she saw the corner lift. She couldn’t keep the smile from her face, didn’t even try. She loved his mouth. She teased the seam open with the tip of her tongue and plunged inside. Caging his face with her hands she took command of the kiss, exploring the contours of his teeth and the sensual firmness of his lips.

  He matched her demand, his mouth slanting over hers as their tongues dueled. His erection, caught between the grip of their bodies, pulsed hot against her belly. Breaking the kiss, she brushed her breasts against his hard chest, teasing his nipples back into stiff points. His chest swelled and his hips flexed. Her palms grew damp with his sweat, or maybe it was hers.

  She was shaking when she trailed kisses down the hard planes of his rigid stomach. She was never going to have enough time to show him how much she wanted him. Flicking a bead of moisture from the slit of his cock head, she closed her eyes, sighed her pleasure. Closing her mouth over his cock, she took him slowly, savoring his taste, the plump velvety crown, so tender and insistent. She inched lower and glanced up when he groaned and his body curled.

  He’d raised his shoulders but he still had a death grip on the green cover. He was watching her, eyes wide, the tendons in his neck bowed and slick with sweat. She slid back up his pulsing erection, sucked strongly and his whole body tensed. Easing the rigid column of flesh from her lips, she softly kissed the plump crown, lapped at the seeping moisture and added some of her own, slicking saliva up and down in smooth, measured strokes. She caressed his softly furred balls with her other hand, lifted them to her mouth and stroked them with the flat of her tongue.

  His chest heaved and the sweat poured from him. He was transfixed until her hand brushed against the crack of his ass. His eyes widened. Surprise? Pleasure?

  She fluttered her fingertips against his hole, and slowly pumped his cock as he rocked his hips into both her rhythms. He tightened, his balls drawing up as she circled the puckered little opening three times with her thumb and wriggled the tip inside.

  She flexed the digit and his mouth opened on a strangled gasp. He bucked as she latched onto his cock head, lapping at him. He came, roaring her name while she was still thrusting inside him. Slipping her thumb out of his ass, she tightened her grip and held his cock in her mouth, swallowing until his tremors subsided.

  “Where…did…you learn that?” he panted.

  “It was called The World’s Best Sex Manual,” she answered, sighing as she licked her lips. Kira couldn’t resist gently palming his balls. He gasped and shook his head.

  She slid up his body and kissed him hard, slipping her tongue inside his mouth, letting him taste himself. He gripped the back of her head in his big hands, opening and taking her inside. She wanted to kiss him forever but his hands drifted down and he started kneading her ass cheeks.

  She broke the kiss and laughed. “I sort of thought you might need some recovery time.”

  “Not until we both need some recovery time,” he said and settled her squarely on top of his hard, muscular body. His mouth quirked to one side. “Library or book store?”

  “Book stores have the best sex manuals,” she whispered, grazing his still-erect nipples with her fingertips. “With pictures.”

  “Like pictures do you?”

  “They were very inspiring,” she whispered.

  He wrapped his hands around her waist and smiled. “I think I can do better,” he growled as he dragged her over his torso, lifting her until she straddled his face.

  He scooted down so that she could spread her legs, make way for his shoulders and still remain upright. She balanced on her knees, tensing as he wrapped his arms around her hips and slid his hands down to smooth his fingers over her mons. He separated her labia with his fingertips, raised his head and swiped his tongue up her glistening slit.

  “Oh yes,” Kira gasped. She lowered her pussy closer to his mouth and he relaxed, let her settle on his chest and slide forward.

  He parted the plump lips of her sex, flattened his tongue and stroked. He increased the pressure and flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue and held her when she tried to curl her hips. He sucked, nibbled and licked the exposed nubbin of flesh while she squirmed.

  Sebastian drew on the tender bud, pumping her as she’d pumped his cock, teasing her. She arched, bowing her back and palming her breasts. He suckled harder, felt her tense, her orgasm building until her pussy clenched and filled his mouth with her cream.

  He mouthed her vulva, his face wet with her juices and absorbed the shudders that racked her with a kiss as lingering as one he would place on her lips.

  She caressed his face, his jaw, moved against his mouth slowly while she smiled and rode out her tremors.

  “You didn’t learn that from a book, did you?” she asked, softly.

  “No,” he mumbled, pressing a lingering last kiss on her quivering inner lips. “And I can promise that you’ll never need another instructional manual.”

  She raised her arms above her head and stretched like a slinky cat. “I think I could get used to the hands-on approach.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Kira woke with a satisfied smile and more than a few twinges reminding her of the frantic pleasure the night before had brought. Wrapped loosely in the sleeping bag, she leaned back, stretching against the center stone tablet. Basking in the warmth from the now golden crystal, she admired Bastian’s butt. At the moment, it was clenched, the bronze muscle’s firm as he reached up to trace the etched wall that depicted the halfling female having her heart ripped from her chest.

  “Why would halflings be considered inferior if they were chosen for sacrifice? Would they have taken the chance of insulting their gods with an inferior offering?”

  “Not in any culture I’ve ever read about,” she mumbled around the cookie she was nibbling.

  He turned and she was treated to a full view of his delicious erection. She lifted her arms above her head, preening. There was still an itch waiting to be satisfied thrumming just beneath the surface of her skin. She smiled when his gaze narrowed but he shifted his attention back to the wall carvings.

  “I never paid any attention to these damn things until you came along. I’ve hidden here several times because no one would dare breach a forbidden temple.” He ran a rough hand through his thick, dark hair. “You said you lived in a cage for fourteen years. Did they teach you to read?” He looked over his shoulder at her and she nodded. “Why teach someone to read if you are going to kill them?”

  “One of my caretakers taught me. My mother found out and the girl disappeared. I was told that it was my nature to corrupt and she’d been made to pay the price.”

  The old memory caught her off guard and she shivered, pulling the cover up over her bare breasts. “They called me child, never anything else. After I ran, I took my name off a crumbling tombstone in an old cemetery from a girl who died when she was fourteen.” She shrugged. “The grave wasn’t taken care of. Nobody remembered her.” Nobody cared.

  “And after?”

  “I learned to live pretend lives. I adapted to my situation. As long as I was wearing something that looked like a school uniform in, say, a large library, and stayed on the perimeter of a group, no one much paid much attention. I never hid because hiding your face can get you looked at—hard. I learned to blend in, become invisible. On the street, no one really looks at you. They’re afraid of disrupting their own comfortable lives.”

  “Maybe that’s why I never looked too closely at these walls. I didn’t even realize what mistakes I might be repeating. How could anyone ever believe you were inferior?” He knelt in front of her and shook his head. “Do you know how amazing you are?”

  She met his gaze an
d forced herself not to shift away. She still wanted him with a desire that was almost painful. “You’re the only one who’s ever thought so. Maybe because I’m just too stubborn to quit or maybe because you think you owe me something.”

  He moved so fast she dropped the cover she held against her breasts. He caged her face between his hands and his determined gaze glittered in the crystal’s warm light.

  “I owe you everything but you’ve been my choice since I dragged you out of Fontaine’s camp. I didn’t know then how honorable you were, how brave…how much I’d love you.”

  The words had been in the sound of his voice, in his actions but she hadn’t expected him to actually say them. She’d been content to pretend he loved her. This moment would never come again and she wanted it to last forever but they didn’t have forever. They had now.

  “I’ve never had anyone put me first until you. I’ve never had a reason to be honorable or brave or put anyone before myself.” She snuggled closer, looping her arms around his neck and allowing herself a silly smile. “I never want to wake up without my skin touching yours. I love you. Now kiss me so I can stop thinking about what’s going to happen when we leave here.”

  The man could follow instructions. His mouth was on her practically before she uttered the last syllable.

  He kissed her, hot and hungry for more when she took his tongue, twining it with her own. He could taste her fear and the burning need behind it. He dragged the sleeping bag away from her, lifting her and twisting them both to slide along its soft length, stretched against one another. He feasted on her lips, her throat and trailed soft kisses everywhere he could reach. He glanced up, offering her a smile that she returned.

  “I’ve wanted you since the night behind the waterfall when I held you naked and shivering in my arms,” he whispered then dipped the tip of his tongue into her navel, still watching her. He worried the flesh around it with the edges of his teeth and she jumped.

  “The morning I saw you on that damn flickering screen, you invited me to watch you make yourself come. I remembered being inside you under the Jaguar fountain, the way you held on while I fucked you. I didn’t even have to touch myself.” He raised his head, watching her eyes widen as he teased her slit with the edge of his thumb before sliding one finger inside.

  “Have you ever come that way? Without physical stimulation, as I did when I watched you on the monitor?”

  Her mouth opened and her blush deepened. Her pussy fluttered around his finger, seeking purchase, seeking more. He curled around a sensitive little bundle of nerves and increased the friction, smiling as her fingers scrabbled for something to hold on to. Her voice was as tight as her body.

  “I was close to a full moon,” she said, bunching the cover in her clenched fists. “I was almost finished reading the sex manual—the one I told you about,” she gasped, widening her thighs and curling her hips toward his thrusting finger. “I saved the chapter on oral sex until last. I didn’t think it would be that…ahhhh…important,” she whispered, and a strangled moan escaped her lips.

  “How did you come?” he asked softly, twisting his finger as she fought her orgasm. He slowed and she breathed a sigh. “How did you come?” he asked again.

  “The descriptions were so graphic. I didn’t have to close my eyes to feel a warm, wet tongue against my labia, flicking my clit.” She drew a sharp breath, biting her lip and bearing down with her hips. He slipped out and circled her delicate outer lips with his wet finger, drew it up her slit before he rotated it around her clit.

  She rolled toward him and he flattened his hand against her mound, cupped her until she quieted, then he slid two fingers into her warm channel. She moaned and started to pant until he curved his fingers and shortened his stroke, slowing.

  She smiled and glanced down at his erection. The tendons of her neck corded, sweat beaded above her lip and there was a challenge in her eyes.

  “But it was the idea of sliding my mouth over a hard penis, stroking his shaft, sucking him until he was ready to come… I came so hard, I almost screamed.”

  “Labia and penis?” he teased, swirling his fingers into her pussy. He was getting harder, his cock straining with every word, every touch.

  “I don’t remember ever seeing…pussy…or…cock mentioned.” she gasped. “But when you say them, it’s exciting.”

  He leaned over, whispering in her ear. “Tell me what you wanted the morning I watched you make yourself come.”

  She sighed and he slid another finger into her warm, wet heat, pumping slowly. “Tell me what you were thinking then,” he asked, smiling when her breath hitched. “Tell me in graphic detail, just what you wanted me to do.”

  “Your cock was so beautiful, so thick,” she groaned, rolling her hips in time with his ruthless, plunging fingers. “I wanted to swallow it down to the root, feel it pulse against my tongue. I wanted to watch you fuck me with your mouth,” she rasped, and smiled when he leveraged his body and rolled his hips to meet her face.

  “Anything you want, Kira. All you have to do is ask.”

  She swiped her tongue around the crown of his cock and licked down his shaft and back up before swallowing him slowly. He inhaled, forced himself not to thrust.

  He slipped an arm under and around her hips, drawing her closer, still pumping. He teased her clit with his tongue until it stood erect and glistening before he closed his lips around it. She writhed and twisted, the gentle roll of her hips turning savage. She tasted warm and sweet, completely his.

  His balls drew up when her fingers fluttered against his hole. Too soon, but she was so frantic, her frenzy driven by fear and desire. He wanted more. Drawing moisture from her pussy he massaged it into her puckered hole, smoothing over the tight ring until she pushed against his fingers. She settled on the first finger with a sigh, his second made her shudder and the third elicited a harsh groan before she moved against them.

  Her mouth grew slack around his cock but her excited, helpless cries kept him hard as she backed off. Her whimpers became more intense as he rolled her clit against his tongue and added a twist to the glide of his fingers. She rocked her pelvis against his mouth and he speared his tongue deeper, her low, keening moan escalating with every thrust. The first tremor of her orgasm fluttered against his lips, the second rippled, gaining in strength, alive and beating against the kiss he pressed into her.

  Still coming, she eased his cock back into her mouth slowly, wetting him and circling the crown, gliding down his shaft to the root. He wasn’t going to last, he was so hard his balls were drawn tight. He concentrated on the sweep of her hand, got lost in the pleasure of her shuddering moans and came, hot and hard against her mouth, drenching them both. He collapsed, surprised she had the energy to take him in hand and roll his cock between her breasts, over her nipples, and against her mouth. He slipped his fingers from her as she eased down and she pressed an open-mouthed kiss to his thigh as he struggled for a breath.

  He closed his eyes, wanting to hold her in this golden room of light and warmth for as long as they had but if what he suspected was true they were running out of time. Juan had immediately known what she was. She hadn’t been the first halfling and the procedure for handling them had been in place before Kira had approached his Guardian.

  There was more going on here than ancient law, ancient prophecy. More than an accident of birth that everyone wanted covered up with an assassination. The answer was here, in this place where the Jaguar People had once kept their secrets guarded. Where he now guarded Kira.

  She looked content, drowsy and warm, pillowed on his sticky thigh. He raised his torso and she rolled away, stretching and purring. The crystal flickered and seemed to grow warmer as a faint line of red appeared at its center like a trickle of blood. He blinked and it was gone. There was nothing in the room that would have reflected red. Even if there had been, it should have reflected off the surface, not the center.

  Another change?

  His skin rippled with warning
and his blood surged. The moon’s pull was getting stronger, the urge to hunt sliding alongside his urge to mate. If he hunted, the food would last longer. He could teach her to hunt if she could change. It would at least give her more of a fighting chance if anything happened to him. There had to be a way for him to help her.

  * * * * *

  They showered beneath the Jaguar spout, Bastian lathering a liquid gel soap pack over her breasts and stomach and hips. She shivered when he turned her to face the wall, washing gently between her legs. She wriggled suggestively when he slid his palm between her ass cheeks, rubbing soap against her puckering hole. Increasing the pressure, he slowly lowered himself, all the while following the stream of water down her back, catching it in his palm.

  She rotated her hips and spread her arms, clinging to the wall. She opened her legs and he licked into the crease of her ass. She moaned and he separated her cheeks with his hands, firmly holding them apart.

  “I’m not leaving any part of you untouched,” he whispered, blowing a puff of warm air. Her ass cheeks clenched against his grip and she went up on her toes and spread her legs even further.

  “That morning, at the compound, the thought of you with your hand pumping your cock, your head thrown back, roaring as you came… I wanted to see it. I wanted you fucking me. I don’t know what I wanted more. I was so crazy to have you. I still am. That hasn’t changed.”

  He slid a wet, soapy finger into her waiting hole, slowly stroking. She matched his rhythm, moaning as she pressed against his hand.

  She was primed, eager. He hadn’t meant to touch her until they were beneath the Sacred Light. He hadn’t imagined it changing when they had sex. Maybe the next time it changed, Kira would be able to also. He wanted nothing more than to sink into her invitation and give himself up to the certain pleasure he would find. He would always want that. But right now he needed answers and he was convinced the key to ultimately saving her had something to do with the Sacred Light.