The Golden Dynasty f-2

by Kristen Ashley

  I just turned, pulled back the silk, collapsed into bed, pulled the silk up and closed my eyes. I was out within seconds.

  And I was back in what felt like no more than a minute. And I was back because the silk was pulled off me and there were big hands at my hips turning me to my back. My eyes opened as those hands spread my legs and my fatigue disappeared when my eyes focused on Lahn settling between them, his hands pulling the silk of my nightgown up to my hips.

  “What are you doing?” I asked, it came out breathy but he didn’t answer. His weight hit me but he was taking most of it in a forearm in the bed, one of his hands came up and, quickly, his fingers yanked the drawstring above my breasts and the tie came undone.

  I wrapped a hand around his wrist tight and snapped a repeated, “What are you doing?”

  His eyes came to mine and his were burning.

  Oh shit. I already pretty much knew what he was doing but now I seriously knew what he was doing.

  His head started to descend, I blinked because it was doing it in a way that it looked like he intended to kiss me and I turned my head swiftly to the side at the last minute. I also put my hands on his shoulders and pushed at the same time I bucked but the massive weight of his hard body didn’t move.

  “No,” I stated firmly when his lips touched my neck, “this isn’t happening. I’m tired, kah Dax, and I need sleep.”

  His head came up sharply and his hand rounded my jaw, turning my head and forcing me to look at him.

  “Kah Lahn,” he growled.

  Oh no. No, he didn’t. He didn’t get to do this and he didn’t get to tell me what he was to me. No… he… did… not.

  “Kah Dax,” I hissed.

  His face got close to mine so his eyes were all I could see and when his mouth moved, I could almost feel it against my lips.

  “Kah Lahn,” he growled again.

  I glared into his eyes and whispered furiously, “Never.”

  “Oh no, Circe, not never. Boh,” he returned quietly, his head slanted and I swear to God, he intended to kiss me.

  Before his lips could touch mine, my hands pressed down on his shoulders and I heaved myself upward, sliding up the pillows.

  This was a mistake. My nightgown was loosened and it slid down, exposing my breasts and my heave had taken that area right into the target zone of his mouth.

  And being Lahn, he didn’t miss the opportunity. His hand left my jaw, curved under my breast and lifted it as his other arm pushed under me, locked around me and then his mouth closed over my nipple where he instantly sucked hard.

  Automatically, my back arched.

  Oh man, that felt good. Fire shot through me and before I knew what I was doing, the fingers on both hands curled around his head.

  Damn, no, no, he didn’t get to do this.

  My fingers fisted in his loosened hair and pulled back.

  “No,” I whispered, he stopped sucking but only so his tongue could swirl and it was debatable but I was thinking that felt better. Then I was wondering what on earth I was thinking. “No!” I cried, he started sucking again and I felt a curl of excitement in my belly and wetness surge between my legs.

  Crap!

  As he continued to draw my nipple in (and alternately swirl), I squirmed under him and his hand left my breast, trailed down my ribs, my belly and then in and I felt his finger fill me.

  Oh God, I liked that. Shit, but I liked that.

  His mouth released my nipple, his arm around me yanked me down under him but his finger stayed planted and his thumb tweaked my clit.

  My hips jerked.

  “My Circe,” he said, his voice low and thick, “wet.”

  I was thinking it was not good he could pick up languages so easily. I was thinking it sucked.

  I held onto my fight and snapped, “You don’t get this, kah Dax.”

  “I do,” he returned, my eyes narrowed and with everything I had, I bent my legs, planted my feet in the bed, surged my hips up and pushed at his shoulders, succeeding in bucking him off, taking him to his back and then I was straddling him, bent over, looking down in his annoyingly beautiful face which was surrounded by his unbelievably fantastic fucking hair.

  “You don’t!” I yelled, his torso knifed up and his arm still around me locked tight.

  Uh-oh. Clearly I hadn’t thought my strategy through.

  He looked up into my eyes and I saw his were burning but there was a light in them, it was bright and if I read it right, it was permeated with both humor and triumph.

  “She bares her claws,” he muttered and I knew he liked it.

  Yep, humor and triumph.

  “Argh!” I cried on another heave to get away but there was no getting away.

  Nope. None.

  And my battle was about to get a lot more difficult. I knew this when his hand still between my legs moved to wrap around his cock and his arm around me moved me so he could slide the tip of it in the wetness between my legs.

  I bit my lip. That felt nice and I knew it felt a whole lot nicer when his shaft was embedded deep inside.

  And I wanted it.

  “Kah Lahn.” His words were an order for me to repeat it, his voice was growing even deeper, getting rough.

  He wanted inside.

  Oh God, I liked that too.

  “No,” I denied and the tip of his cock slid over my clit.

  My hips jerked again.

  Lahn smiled.

  God! He was so annoying!

  “Kah Lahn, Circe,” he ordered again and when I made no response his hard cock slid over my clit again. “Kah Lahn,” he repeated, his voice now rough.

  “No,” I whispered.

  “Kah Lahn,” he growled.

  “No!”

  He pushed me slightly down and started rubbing the tip of his cock hard against my clit in a way that felt so good, my bones dissolved and my hands moved to either side of his neck to hold on so I didn’t melt into a puddle.

  My lips parted, my head went slightly back and my eyes went half-mast.

  His arm didn’t need to hold me to him, not anymore. I was holding on, moving my hips to rub myself against his shaft so his hand slid up into my hair, tilting my head to face him and my eyes focused dazedly on his.

  “Lahnahsahna, kah Lahn,” he ordered, his voice now hoarse.

  Oh well, fuck it. They were just words. Right?

  “Kah Lahn,” I whispered, his hand instantly shifted his cock so the tip was inside me then moved away, his arm curved around my hips and he drove me down, filling me.

  My head flew back and I ground down with my hips to take him deeper.

  “Yes,” I breathed, my fingers digging into the muscles of his neck.

  His arm around my hips tensed, drawing me up then pushing me down and I started moving, slow, my head tipping forward again so I could look in his eyes.

  Triumph, desire, satisfaction – God it was hot.

  His hand moved from my head, down my shoulder, my arm, to wrap around my wrist then he shoved our hands between us, pressing my finger into my clit and rolling. My hips jerked and I whimpered but I took his hint, took over, gliding up and down, slow, sweet, as my finger rolled. Both his hands slid up my body to rest, palms at my jaws, fingers in my hair cupping the sides of my head.

  Then he tipped it toward his, slanting his own and again, I thought he was going to kiss me.

  I had his cock inside me and I liked it, no, I fucking loved it. I’d give myself that and in doing so, I’d give it up to him.

  But he couldn’t have all of me.

  I moved my head at the last second, sliding my lips down his jaw to his neck, I buried my face there, shoved my hand under his arm and wrapped my arm around his back.

  And I drove down on him faster, grinding harder, taking him deep as I circled my clit with my finger and whimpered into his skin.

  His hands glided down, arms curving around me, fingers drifting as mine dug into the muscles of his back and I went faster.

  “Kah
bahsah lapay rah. Zah xaxsah lapay hahnee rah. Sahna,”** Lahn whispered in my ear, the rumble of the words gliding along my skin, over my breasts, down between my legs, it happened, my back arched, my hair flew out and I came.

  I was nowhere near done when Lahn flipped me, yanked my knees high and pounded hard and deep. His hand cupped around my jaw, thumb one side, fingers against my cheek and he held my face steady as his bent into mine.

  I was staring into his heated gaze, my eyelids lowered, my orgasm taking its sweet, sweet time to drift away, my thighs pressed deep into his sides, my hands low, fingers curled into the clenching muscles of his ass as he drove hard and deep while our breath mingled.

  “Fuck me, baby,” I breathed and he pounded harder.

  “Yes, kah Lahnahsahna,” he whispered.

  “God,” I whispered back, my nails digging into his skin, my thighs pressing tighter, “I love the feel of you.”

  He closed his eyes, his fingers tensing on my face and his head snapped back, the muscles in his neck straining, veins popping out as he planted himself deep and tight and grunted his climax so loud the sound filled the tent.

  It had to be said, I liked that too.

  When he was done, his head dropped, his hand at my jaw tilting mine to the side and I felt his heavy breaths against my neck. My arms moved to circle him and his head came up, he tilted my face back toward him, his eyes caught mine, his breath still labored and he moved again to kiss me.

  I jerked against his hold and it instantly got tight but his mouth stopped moving toward mine.

  Our eyes clashed and I knew he knew I was withholding from him and my breath caught because I knew a Korwahk warrior would not like that, not at all.

  Then he growled, “You’re my gold, nahna xaxsah is my hahnee rah. Kay jahnan nahna lisa, na uvan tee luh kay. Ana kay jahnan nahna pahnsahna, Circe. Kay nayeesan tee. Fahzah.”***

  Okay, it couldn’t be said that I understood everything Lahn said but I understood enough that I knew I’d managed to lay down a challenge, he was a warrior who had been trained since he was a little boy to face any challenge and best it and he’d just vowed to me that he would win.

  Shit, I had a feeling I was screwed.

  But, being me, I didn’t give up.

  “You got lucky tonight, big guy,” I whispered, “but so did I. Now, I’m really tired so will you get off me so I can trahyay?”

  He scowled down at me a second, his hand still holding my face. Then his eyes moved, drifting, they caught on the bruise still marking my cheekbone. Then I watched the glower fade slowly as his eyes went soft. Then his hand tipped my chin down and held me still while his lips slid across my bruise.

  I closed my eyes.

  Shit, I really freaking hated it when he was sweet.

  I felt his forehead on mine and my eyes opened.

  “Yes, my Circe, you sleep,” he said softly then he moved his head, let my jaw go, rubbed his nose along the side where his thumb had held me, he gently pulled out and slid his body down and partially to my side, tucking me underneath him, tangling his legs in mine.

  I sighed and was so exhausted and sated I couldn’t help but let his warmth relax me.

  My eyes drifted closed.

  They drifted right back open when his arm tightened in an affectionate squeeze and he whispered in my ear, “Anka, ta linay tera leenyahso na lapay, claws against steel.”****

  He sounded tired, satisfied and also like he was looking forward to tomorrow. Like, a lot.

  Seriously, Lahn learning English so fast sucked.

  And even more seriously, I knew I was screwed.

  *Translation: Thank you, my Jacanda, now you sleep, my doe.”

  **Translation: My wife is gold. Her cunt is liquid gold. Beautiful.”

  ***Translation: “You’re my gold, your cunt is my liquid gold. I will have your mouth, you will give it to me. Then I will have your spirit, Circe. I will own it. Always.”

  ****Translation: “Tomorrow, we see how skilled you are, claws against steel.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  The Horde

  My eyelids floated open when I heard the cham flaps slap back and I took in the bright sunlight on the walls of the cham.

  It had to be late morning.

  I arched my back slightly in a light stretch and tipped my chin down on the pillows to see which one of my girls had come in.

  I blinked when I saw a pair of muscular legs in hides coming my way.

  My eyes flew up and Lahn was looking down at me with a seriously hot, seriously satisfied look on his face.

  He aimed his ass to the bed as I rolled to my back and that was when it hit me that my nightgown was bunched at my waist, exposing me top and bottom. He hadn’t pulled the silk over us last night, warding off the chill with his body.

  My hand flew to my nightgown but didn’t make it even close. It was captured in a firm grip, pushed back and pressed to the bed. My eyes shot to him as I tried with my other hand which was captured too. Then both were pulled up over my head and held in one of his while his eyes followed his other hand which drifted palm flat from my chest, between my breasts, down my midriff, over the silk then he cupped me between my legs.

  Shit.

  His eyes came back to mine and I skewered him with a glare.

  “You love the feel of me,” he whispered and my glare slipped as I blinked.

  “Wh… what?” I whispered back.

  His finger slid inside and that felt so flipping great, coupled with that look on his face, my lips parted and a swirl of pleasure uncurled in my belly.

  He bent slightly more toward me and repeated, “My tigress loves the feel of me.”

  His finger moved.

  Shit.

  “Lahn,” I breathed as it hit me. I’d said that to him last night and, this morning, he’d seen to finding out what it meant. “You’ve been talking to Seerim.”

  He smiled and damn, it was sexy.

  Yep, he’d been talking to Seerim.

  First on my morning’s agenda, find Diandra and kill her.

  His finger moved, sliding out and in. “Sah me lapay the part of me you love gahn tee jahkal,”* he murmured.

  Okay, no, first up, Lahn was going to play with me, give me an orgasm and then I was going to find Diandra and kill her, the crazy Korwahkian matchmaker.

  And I was right about the morning’s agenda, with one hand holding my wrists over my head, his other hand worked between my legs until my back arched, my hips ground down on his fingers and I cried out when he made me come really, freaking hard.

  It was still washing through me when he let my wrists go and tugged me gently into his lap, wrapped his arms around me, buried his face in my neck and cradled me.

  “My Circe’s claws are not so sharp,” he whispered there.

  My body tensed.

  Seriously, he was annoying.

  I lifted my hands to his chest and shoved hard enough that he moved back an inch as I snapped, “Go away, Lahn, I need a bath.”

  His head came up and his silently laughing eyes caught mine. “Yes, kah Dahksahna, me too.”

  Oh shit.

  He went on. “Kah bahsah bathes zah Lahn, kay bathe kah bahsah.”

  He said, “My wife bathes her Lahn, I bathe my wife”.

  Oh shit!

  “Lahn –” I started, he grinned then turned his head and barked, “Teetru!”

  The cham flaps instantly opened and I pressed my chest to his, my arms going around him to hide my nudity (not that I needed to, my girls had seen me plenty of times but it was habit) as my head twisted around to see all five of my girls traipsing in with buckets of steaming water, cloths and rough, creamy disks of soap. They set them down in a new area I hadn’t noticed last night that was stone and grass and no rugs.

  The mess we made with Lahn’s bath was not to be repeated, I saw. We now had a shower area.

  Crap.

  Then they shuffled out without looking at us.

  “Lahn –” I
started but I was up because he was up and carrying me. “Lahn!”

  “Quiet,” he ordered.

  “Lahn!” I snapped, he dropped my feet, they hit stone and my nightgown immediately slid down to my ankles. Before I could decide to go for the nightgown or just make a run for it, his hides were at his. He stepped out of them, bent to grab the handle of a bucket, I prepared for flight but he caught me at the waist, yanked me into him, my body slammed against his and not a second later he poured a whole bucketful of warm water on our heads.

  Then the bucket clattered to the ground as Lahn’s arm tightened around me and the fingers of his other hand slid up the back of my neck and into my wet hair as I spluttered.

  Once I’d blinked the water away I saw his face close and felt his hot, slick body sliding against mine.

  It went without saying that felt nice.

  “Kah bahsah bathes zah Lahn, I bathe my Lahnahsahna,” he said softly.

  Then he bent us both to the side as he reached for the soap.

  Oh well, whatever. I needed a bath and he undoubtedly did too.

  “Whatever,” I muttered, pulled the soap out of his hand and pressed it against the gorgeous brown skin on his massive, fantastic chest and it didn’t take long (approximately a second) before I really got into what I was doing.

  About a second after that, both his arms locked around me and he burst out laughing.

  He knew I was into what I was doing.

  Yep, he was definitely annoying.

  When he’d stopped laughing, I tilted my head back and gave him a scrunchy face in an effort to show him exactly how annoying I thought he was.

  His dark eyes took in my scrunchy face, his lips gave me a smile and his arms gave me a squeeze.

  Again, whatever.

  I focused on the task at hand. Then he focused on his task.

  Needless to say, this added nuance to bath time with Lahn made it even more fun.

  Yep, I was definitely screwed.

  * * * * *

  “Oh Circe, my lovely, I’m so sorry. Golly, I can’t imagine my Feetak ever taking a hand to me,” Narinda breathed.

  Her Feetak.

  Yep, ole Feetak was in there and I meant that in more ways than one.