Savannah's Sentinel (Mountain Mastery Book 2)

by Avery Gale

  “I’m going to wrap this scene up with a little remote help from Master Kent while I use my favorite paddle to remind my sweet girl why erotic spankings are something to look forward to.” The first swat landed just as he’d spoken the last word. He hadn’t wanted to give her any opportunity to tense, and it had worked. The broad paddle he was using distributed the force over a wide space, delivering a swat meant to warm rather than hurt. By the third stoke, he could see the glistening evidence of her arousal between her thighs.

  Nodding to Kent, Landon grinned when she squealed. He’d be willing to bet she’d forgotten about the jeweled plug in her ass until it started vibrating. What she hadn’t had time to process yet was that it was also expanding. Leaning down, he whispered against her ear. “I’m going to fuck that lovely ass of yours tonight, pet.” She enjoyed anal play, but he’d yet to claim that part of her. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Landon knew, once he took that final step, there would be no turning back—she would be his.

  He set the paddle aside for fear of hitting the enlarged plug and relished the more intimate connection of his hand connecting with her taut ass. Her cheeks were hot to the touch, and when he slid his fingers through the folds of her labia, her back bowed, pressing her juicy pussy closer into his touch, but otherwise, she maintained her position on the bench. Grateful he’d had the foresight to roll the tray he needed closer, Landon sheathed himself in a condom and cursed the fact it was necessary to comply with the club’s rules. Easing the plug from her rear entrance, he set it in the small bowl and tossed a towel over the top. He’d deal with it later. Right now, his entire focus was on the pleasure of the woman bent over and waiting for him.

  Smoothing the head of his straining cock through her wet folds, he was pleased she didn’t require any artificial lubricant. Then positioning himself at her entrance, he smoothed his hands up and then back down the length of her spine. “Use those wonderful yoga skills of yours to relax, pet. Push back against me as I push forward.” She nodded, and he heard her muted acquiescence as he slowly pushed forward. The heat from her body was melting his control. Sweat beaded on his brow as he struggled to hold back. The urge to bury himself balls deep inside her was almost overwhelming.

  “Fuck me, you are so hot. You are burning a path all the way into my soul, love. Feeling you pulling me deeper and deeper is the most erotic sensation in the world. Talk to me, pet.” He could see the muscles of her lower back and ass trembling beneath her ivory skin, and his control evaporated. Thank God he’d already been close to the end, because he never would have forgiven himself if he’d hurt her. The slow pace he set wasn’t going to last long, but he wanted to prolong her pleasure as much as possible.

  “Oh my God, it’s so good…naughty and probably addictive. More. Please. Harder. Please. Sir.”

  His knees almost folded in relief. “I aim to please, Princess.” Quickening his pace and reaching around her to stroke her throbbing clit, he gave the command he knew she’d been waiting for just before biting down gently on the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder. “Come for me. Now, Savannah.” Pinching her clit, he felt her stiffen beneath him as every muscle in her body seemed to tighten at the same time. Her muscles clamped him like a vice and rocketed him right over the edge with her. Brilliant lights swirled beneath his lids, and he wrapped his hands around her hips, praying his grip would hold him up without bruising her.

  Surrendering to his need to feel her beneath him, Landon leaned over her. With his cheek resting against the side of her face, Landon could hear Savannah’s labored breathing as she fought the aftereffects of another powerful release. Satisfaction laced with pride replaced the lethargy, and he pushed to his feet. Accepting the warm, damp cloth Kyle held out, Landon cleaned and dried her delicate tissues before pulling Savannah slowly to her feet. Gently untying the silk scarf, he kissed her closed eyes. “Open those beautiful blue eyes, pet.”

  Savannah blinked her eyes open, and everything in the room disappeared but the woman he’d just claimed as his own. She might not realize she was his, yet, but that didn’t change the fact it was true. Her gaze moved to the edge of the stage, and her smile quickly eclipsed the candlelight bathing them. Glancing down, she sighed. “I love the smell of roses. Even though my mind was mush from…well, everything, I could still smell their sweet scent.” He brushed his fingers over her blushing cheek and tried to commit everything about the moment to memory.

  “I have some gifts for you, Princess. The first is a temporary collar because the people we’ll be meeting with will be expecting it.” He held the diamond choker in front of her and was pleased when her eyes widened in appreciation. Tobi stepped up behind her and lifted Savannah’s hair while he latched it in place. The small gold heart at the front held a hidden tracking device—one he prayed they wouldn’t need.

  “It’s lovely. Thank you for remembering. I should have thought to bring something.”

  He shook his head. “No. This is my honor and privilege. The heart has additional meaning, pet. The tracking device inside is for your safety. As long as you don’t remove it, I’ll always know where you are. If for some reason, we become separated, don’t ever doubt I’m coming for you.” Her eyes swam in unshed tears, and he used his thumb to brush away the one that eventually spilled down her cheek.

  She wrapped her small hand around his wrist as she looked up at him. “I’ll be waiting for you…I promise, I’ll be waiting for you.”

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Nate glared at the string of messages on his phone and cursed. God fucking dammit, he was swamped and didn’t have time for this. Every lunatic this side of the Mississippi River had chosen tonight to show up at the club, and evidently, there was a new strain of crazy making the rounds. He and Taz had both been on their feet for hours putting out the fires of idiocy being lit by some pyro-demon who’d sent a veritable trail mix of fruits and nuts their way.

  Sighing to himself, he wondered what was up. It was unlike his mother to send him a text during club hours and unheard of for her to be so insistent. But returning her call would have to wait until after he solved the cluster fuck playing out on the other side of the main room.

  “Nate, there’s trouble up on the second floor, also. Do you want me to handle it? All of the dungeon monitors are busy, and Taz is out back breaking up a scuffle.”

  Goddess! What the fuck? Before he muttered the blasphemous statement aloud, he nodded and thanked Mistress Anne for her help.

  He was nearly to the scene area where two Doms were arguing about how to best discipline their shared sub when Kodi’s hand grasped his arm. He was always amused when he glanced down to see her small hand barely spanning half the distance around his forearm. How she thought she could every hold him back was anyone’s guess. “Master, I’m sorry to interrupt. I know you told me to stay upstairs, but this is really important.”

  Nate and Taz had both insisted she remain in their apartment upstairs because they didn’t want her exposed to the insanity that had taken over tonight. As frustrated as he was by the interruption, he was sure she wouldn’t have disobeyed them without a good reason. And given her close relationship with their mother, he’d bet next year’s profits who was responsible for his wife’s panicked expression.

  Nodding to the dungeon monitor who’d just made his way through the crowd, Nate wrapped his arm around his wayward wife and led her from the room. Standing in front of the elevator, he gave her a stern look. “This better be Earth shattering, Ayasha.” He saw her pale and cursed himself for the fear he saw in her eyes. Stepping into the elevator, he pulled her into his arms after pressing his palm to the reader. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’m not angry with you. I’m frustrated, but shouldn’t have taken it out on the woman who brings nothing but joy into my life.”

  He felt her melt against him before he heard her soft chuckle. “I’m so going to remember you said that. I’ll shamelessly use it as a Get Out of Jail Free card the next time I’m in trouble.” It ne
ver ceased to amaze him how easily she could turn his entire day around. No matter what life threw his way, she always calmed the storm raging inside him.

  Walking into their living room, Nate pulled out his phone and held it up for her to see the list of messages from his mother. He didn’t say anything, just raised a brow in question. Her eyes went impossibly wide as she nodded. “Yes. She was worried you weren’t getting her messages. It’s about your Nanna-son.” His grandmother? For a moment panic flared as the thought of losing his beloved grandmother filled his mind. Kodi grabbed his arms and tried without success to shake him.

  “Nate, no! Nanna-son is fine, but she’s got an important message for you about Landon and Savannah’s trip. You need to call your mom and get all the details.” Relief washed over him, and he sagged into a chair. He knew he would eventually have to deal with losing her, but he was damned glad he didn’t have to face it yet. Humbled by his emotional reaction, he gazed up into the loving eyes of his new wife and melted. The look of love and respect in her eyes made him grateful he was already sitting down.

  Twenty minutes later, Nate sat at his desk, his laptop open to the video call he’d set up with Kent and Kyle West. Taz stepped into the room just as they were finalizing the change of plans. At his grandmother’s insistence, they were sending a small medical team on a second aircraft. She been adamant they should not cancel the rescue mission, but she’d been equally committed to them sending another “bird.”

  Kyle was already typing on his keyboard before they’d even finished the call. “I’ve lined up a second plane, and we’ll pull Ryan in if he can get away. Brandt won’t go if Ry does, but we’ve got enough others on standby we won’t have trouble filling out another small team.”

  “I agree. The message was very clear. We need medical back up.” Nate was grateful neither Kyle nor Kent so much as blinked at the message from their grandmother. “I want you to know I appreciate the fact you’re taking her warning seriously.”

  Kyle stopped typing and turned his entire attention to the screen. “Don’t forget we’ve had plenty of experience with gifted empaths. Peter Weston and your brother would make believers of even the most ardent skeptics.” Nate had forgotten about Peter. He and his brothers were all gifted. Peter had been a part of the SEAL team that rescued Jen McCall several years earlier. “We never discount good intel—doesn’t matter how unconventional the source.” With a quick nod of his head, Kyle returned to the other screen, and Kent shook his head.

  “I swear I keep thinking his people skills will improve, but so far, it’s nothing but a fucking pipe dream. Please message me your grandmother’s contact information. We’ll send her a little something to say thanks and make a donation in her name to her favorite charity.” Nate smiled, because knowing Kent West, there would be nothing little about their gesture.

  Once they’d ended the call, Nate leaned back and stared expectantly at his brother. Taz shook his head as he started speaking. “Nanna-son never ceases to amaze me. She described Rafe’s San Francisco clinic perfectly. She’s never met him. We’ve never mentioned him. And we both know she has never visited his plastic surgery clinic.”

  Nate could only shake his head. “I’m not sure what to think. This is the first time she has ever given us such a clear and specific warning.” Nate wished like hell they’d had this information before Savannah and Landon left Texas, but then he chastised himself for not be more grateful that they’d gotten any warning at all. Their staff had closed the club a few minutes ago, and Nate wanted to go upstairs and lose himself in Kodi’s sweet body.

  Taz grinned at him; his brother had heard him loud and clear. “I just sent her a text and told her the first thing I want to see when I step into the living room is her bare ass and pussy bent over the back of the sofa.”

  “She had a good reason for disobeying.”

  “Yes, she did. This isn’t about punishment, although I am looking forward to seeing my hand print on her ass while I fuck her.”

  Nate chuckled as they made their way to the elevator. He and Taz were doing their level best to see to it she was pregnant as soon as possible. He’d be more than happy to do his part. “I’ll make a snack for later while you play with her for a few minutes. Make sure she is primed and ready for both of us together.”

  Pressing his palm against the biometric reader, Nate looked forward to the scene that awaited them. When the doors slid open, he stepped into the room and felt his heart clench. Perfection. Their woman was pure perfection. She’d added black fuck-me stilettos and the clip-on clit jewelry they’d gotten her. The sparkling gem caught the light, and all of Nate’s good intentions evaporated at the sight of their hot woman. “We’ll eat later…” was all he managed to get out before he started shedding his clothes.

  Landon checked his messages while Savannah was in the shower and wondered again why paranormal forces seemed to be interfering with his best laid plans. Jesus, Joseph, and Mary, he’d been worried about his mother’s Voodoo buddies just a couple of days earlier. Now it was Nate’s grandmother. In the great scheme of things, the additional back-up wouldn’t be a problem—hell, under most circumstances, he’d say the more help, the better. But this wasn’t business as usual…this was Savannah’s beloved niece. And now that he’d finally pulled his head out of his ass and realized how much Savannah meant to him, he wasn’t about to risk her life by having jets flying in from all over hell’s half acre.

  As he continued to read, Landon understood why Nate and Taz were so alarmed. Hearing that the older woman had given detailed information about Dr. Raf Newell’s clinic was significant, to say the least. When the shower shut off, Landon closed out the message and set his phone aside. They would be landing in just under an hour, and he wanted to be sure Savannah was properly prepared. The slave jewelry he’d purchased for her was erotically beautiful and rife with symbolism. And even though he wouldn’t ordinarily have a submissive wear these pieces for extended periods of time, he was going to enjoy putting each of them in place.

  Setting the large velvet box on the bed, he leaned back to wait. With his ankles crossed and his hands behind his head, he would appear relaxed to the casual observer, but Savannah wouldn’t be fooled. She would recognize a poised viper ready to strike when she saw one. Smiling to himself, he pictured her trying to contain her arousal as they made their way to the hotel. The party wasn’t until tomorrow night, and he intended to put on a good show for the Alvarez spies he was convinced would be watching. There was a reason all invited guests were required to arrive at least twenty-four hours early and book rooms in the hotel owned by the Alvarez family.

  Savannah stepped out of the small bathroom, her eyes widening in surprise to find him lounging on the bed. He shook his head when he saw the towel wrapped around her. “Drop the towel, pet. You are mine, and I like to look at what’s mine.” A lovely flush washed her cheeks as she loosened the knot, letting the towel pool at her feet. “Beautiful. Open for me.” Her movements were slow and graceful, absolutely perfect, as she widened her stance and used her slender fingers to open the petals of her sex to his view.

  “Your pussy is a lovely shade of dark pink this morning, pet. You didn’t play with what’s mine, did you?” He knew the answer but enjoyed very much seeing her struggle to decide how much to reveal.

  “I was washing myself, and the touch reminded me of you. That made me…”

  “Horney?”

  “Yes.” She still wasn’t comfortable with the more crass words used by those in the lifestyle, and he enjoyed using them just to see her reaction.

  “Show me how you touched yourself, pet. Lean against the wall behind you and show me.” When she hesitated, he unbuckled his belt, the implied threat easy to read. She moved quickly into position and bent her knees, opening her folds. Seeing her fingers moving through the slick tissues made his cock swell until he finally released it from its confines.

  “Sir?” Her eyes widened as he stroked his cock several times. Her pace q
uickened, and his gaze was riveted to the way she circled her clit with the pad of one finger. When a drop of pre-cum beaded at the tip, she moaned, “Oh, God. I want to touch you.”

  “And you will, but not until I am ready. You played with what belongs to me, and now you will play with it for me. I’m going to up the stakes, pet. We are on a short timeline so we need to finish this lesson quickly.” Reaching to the side, he pressed the buzzer, knowing it would bring Carter to the bedroom. Answering the quick knock, Landon summoned his friend into the room. He’d studied her limit list once again last night and had forgotten her interest in a ménage experience. This would be a good test of her readiness. It was entirely possible she’d be expected to allow the touch of another man during the party, and he wanted to be sure she would be able to handle it.

  “Carter, my lovely slave took it upon herself to play with what is mine during her shower. Use anything but your cock to make her come. Do it in under five minutes and she will wrap those lovely lips around your cock and return the favor. If it takes over five minutes, she gets a free pass.” Carter’s eyes darkened, and Landon nearly laughed because there was no way she was going to last. James Carter was an experienced Dom with a penchant for eating pussy. He’d probably get her off in half the allotted time.

  Kneeling in front of her, Carter moved her hands. “Lace your hands behind your back, sweetness. Perfect. Now, turn your feet out and bend your knees.” Her yoga experience meant she didn’t have any trouble maintaining her balance in the new position. Landon continued to stroke himself as he watched Carter do what he did best—rock a woman’s world with his tongue.

  “Eyes on me, pet.” It was almost fun seeing her fight the losing battle to hold off her orgasm. In less than a minute, she was trembling, and Landon knew the second Carter pushed his fingers inside her juicy pussy because she fell back against the wall. Thirty seconds later, she was gasping for breath as the release she’d tried so hard to delay blew over her. It wasn’t the devastating releases she’d had with him and damned if that didn’t give him a ridiculous sense of pride. Her vision cleared quickly, and he smiled when she dropped to her knees.