"Yes." She no longer knew what she was saying, but if it kept him doing what he was doing, she was all for it.
"Good." As suddenly as he'd started, he withdrew, leaving her burning.
She gaped at him. Not again! "What do you think you are doing? Finish this!"
He looked at her, breathing hard as he adjusted his clothes. "I will not. Not until we are wed." He looked longingly down her body. "I won't take your innocence tonight."
Sputtering with indignation, she sputtered, "W-well fine! But come back here and--and do something! You can't leave me hanging like this." The tension hurt.
When he just stood there, looking unsure, she realized that he didn't understand what she meant. She wanted to slap her forehead when she realized he'd never had a woman to practice foreplay on. Apparently her lover was an arsonist, not a fireman.
Time to change that. Vana grabbed his hand and pulled his reluctant self down to the couch.
"I can't touch you and not--" he began, obviously trying to soothe her.
It was embarrassing, but it looked as if she had to educate him. Virgin she might be, but she'd grown up in the USA. Between books, magazines and television, it was impossible to be completely innocent in that culture. She quickly kissed him quiet. "With your hand," she said meaningfully, guiding his hand to the juncture of her legs.
He cocked his head and caressed her experimentally through the fabric of her harem pants.
Vana threw back her head and moaned. Then she reached for him, and Tzar Dagon learned a whole new groove. Clothes were shed in a heated rush as he quickly learned just what pleased her. She tried to return the favor, but he brushed her hands away, too intent on his own exploration to let her distract him. When he parted her raised knees and just looked, Vana closed her eyes and trembled, unable to bear the erotic sight. But since he was looking … she whispered a suggestion that had him sucking in a breath.
"Do they?" Watching her intently, he gently touched her core, then brought the damp fingers to his mouth and tasted.
Moaning at the sight, Vana shut her eyes and quivered as his lips started at her knee and went on a journey that culminated in a flashover of pleasure. She twisted and squirmed, fighting to get away, fighting to ride the fire. And when he moaned against her center…. Sweet saints, but the man was born a lover.
It was a long, long time before he finally let her rest, slumped in his arms.
"I thank you for your suggestion," he purred in her ear. "I can't wait to do it again."
Exhausted though she was, the words made her squirm with renewed sparks. "Stop," she pleaded weakly, unable to contemplate another round. She just couldn't take that kind of pleasure again so soon.
"You taste like every man's fantasy," he whispered, nibbling her ear. His hands started to roam again.
Groaning in defeat, she turned to him. "Why don't I pleasure you this time?"
He gently moved her hands away. "Tomorrow, you may touch me all you wish. After we wed. I don't trust myself now."
She tried to form words, but her brain was foggy. Had she agreed to marry him? Maybe not in so many words, but she knew how he would have taken her actions at face value.
"We need to take you inside. There will be talk enough as it is. I won't subject you to more." He kissed her and pulled her sluggish self up, practically dressing her himself. They walked back to her room, where the guards at her door studiously ignored them, looking away as Dagon pulled her into a passionate kiss.
"Tomorrow," he said, half threat, half promise. Then he left her wobbling on the threshold.
Unable to think straight, she watched him go, and then stumbled into her room. Sprawling on her bed, she stared at nothing and tried not to shiver as she contemplated the delights the morning would bring.
* * * *
"Are you out of your mind?" Kelsa demanded.
Vana closed her ears to her friend as she braided her hair and fixed her son's beads on the ends. "I know what I'm doing."
Kelsa paced. "He'll never let you go back home now."
"I am home."
"Don't say things like that! You're creeping me out." With a shaking hand, Kelsa pushed her bangs away from her face. "I thought you were going to make him court you. What happened to that?"
A secret smile played across Vana's lips. "Check it off the list." Taking pity on her freaked out friend, Vana crossed the room and put her arm around her. "Look, bud. I love you. I value your advice, but this time, I need to make my own choice. Just for the record, maybe you should take a closer look at Kynan. You're looking for a man, and he's a sight better than anything you've ever drug home."
Kelsa shuddered. "He's an alien. My alien abductor, at that."
"How is that worse than Sam from the tattoo parlor, with all his significant parts pierced and a tattoo of a naked woman eating a hotdog on his butt?"
"At least he was an Earthling," Kelsa grumbled. Even she didn't look convinced of her logic, though.
"Uh huh. Look, hon … why don't you just let go a little? Haven't you noticed that the newly wed women around here walk around with smiles on their faces? Jen looks radiant, and the looks she exchanges with Ser are enough to light the room on fire. Marriage can be a good thing with the right guy." As she talked, Vana steered Kelsa out the door to her waiting escort. "Be happy for me. I'll see you at the ceremony."
Given no choice, Kelsa made her way to the wedding chamber, glowering all the way. Young men were setting up a table full of delicacies, one of which was the infamous adoc. Convinced it was an aphrodisiac, she'd refused to try it, blaming it for Vana's madness. Grumbling under her breath, she frowned at the drummers lining the aisle, vowing that nobody was going to get her to march down it.
Nobody showed up and claimed the spot by her side.
"Hello, little bird. Enjoying the party?" Kynan looked at her with sizzling blue eyes warm with appreciation. This time he was in a sleeveless duster with a gilt edged Chinese collar over blue leather armor. Even at a wedding, the man was armed.
Fighting a wash of betraying color, Kelsa kept her face averted and her lips straight. "No." Helpless anger swirled through her, demanded she do something. But what could she do? This was Vana's choice.
Kynan studied her for a moment, then took her hand. "Walk with me a moment. We'll be right back." Ignoring her black expression, he guided her through the crowd, deftly avoiding anyone who looked like they wanted to chat. The moment they gained the deserted balcony, he backed into a corner, out of sight, whirled her in his arms, and kissed her senseless. He didn't stop until she was dazed, breathless and boneless. Once she was limp in his arms, he pulled back and studied her face, breathing hard. "Better. You can't view your best friend's wedding with a cloud on your face." He glanced toward the door. "Come on, they're about to start." As quickly as he'd maneuvered her outside, he towed her back in.
Completely discomposed, Kelsa let him do it, unable to summon the wits to protest. Where had the man learned to kiss like that? She hadn't known that any man could kiss like that. The minute he'd locked his lips on hers she'd taken flight, and now her heart was beating like the little bird's he'd called her. How was she supposed to hold off a man who could steal her very thoughts? Suspicious, she frowned at him. Was mind melting an alien trick?
He caught her look and grinned, but whatever he was about to say was drowned by the rising drumbeat, signaling the start of the wedding.
* * * *
Vana's heart beat fast as she walked solemnly down the aisle on Dagon's arm. Anticipation made her tremble as she saw Ser, Kynan and two others holding the pieces to their wedding booth.
Dagon looked at her and his eyes glowed. He took her hands as his friends assembled the booth, enclosing them in complete privacy. Without words, he slowly threaded his hands through her hair, and then took her mouth in a conqueror's kiss.
He'd never really kissed her. Shivers wracked Vana's body as she realized how different this moment was, how focused he was. He was her lord
now, and he was intent on having his due.
She pulled her mouth away, gasped, "Dagon!"
"It is expected," he murmured, parting her robe, revealing her naked body beneath. The robe fell, leaving her fully exposed. His soon followed, forming a soft covering. He laid her down.
"D-dagon. I … I'm not…." She was, but here, now?
The drums swelled around them, drowning out the crowd, enveloping them in sound.
"I will pleasure my bride." Wild desire and implacable purpose burned in Dagon's eyes and the sweat of passion sheened his skin. Her lover rose above her and parted her naked thighs with one knee--then he entered his wife.
Even there, in midst of ecstasy, he was careful with her. Slick and wet with helpless want, she was still tight, untried. He shuddered as he held back, refusing to give in, coaxing her gently until the fire consumed them both, shot them both over the edge.
Vana swore that she had died and been reborn, like the phoenix that rises from the ashes a new and bright creation. She couldn't move, didn't want to, and by the way he was slumped, Dagon didn't either. Still, it was he who stirred and brought her lazily to her feet. With gentle kisses, he eased his robe onto her body and donned hers. Then he signaled his friends to lower the booth.
Massive cheers and shouts of joy met their emergence as man and wife. Vana blushed, unable to meet anyone's eyes. Before his friends could tease them, Dagon scooped her into his arms and kissed her silly. Roars of approval met his display as he carried her out of the room.
They were halfway to his chamber when she thought to say, "I thought we were supposed to stay?"
"You winced," he said between kisses. "You need a hot bath, not a loud party. I'll duck in later. Besides … I'm still hungry."
She moaned as he entered his room and carried her to the bath. "Not very social of you," she teased as he filled the giant tub.
"They'll be relieved to know the Tzara is well and truly mine. Much will be forgiven for that." Like a starving man, he kissed her, over and over, stripping off their clothes before sliding them into the water. Once there, he took her again, whispering, "I can't stop. You are so beautiful."
"Okay." She couldn't say anything else, too busy taking advantage of his helpless passion. She might be tender, but she wasn't dead. Who could refuse such tempting adoration?
Again he climaxed, holding her close as her body shuddered with both their releases. This time he held her close, murmuring her name over and over as he stroked her back. Minutes passed, and his body stirred again.
He looked at her helplessly. "Adajah, I'm sorry. Perhaps you should rest while I join the wedding party. My body will not be still." Reluctantly, he withdrew, apologizing as she winced.
Weakly, Vana laughed. Shyly, she stroked his cheek with the back of her fingers. "It's all right. You're very sweet."
He nibbled her fingers, smiling warningly. "Don't get me started." He helped her from the tub and dried her off, taking his time about it.
Giggling, Vana reminded him, "I thought you were leaving?"
Disgruntled at the reminder, he reluctantly left off and carried her to the bed. "Sleep," he told her, tucking her in. "Heal quickly. We have a lot of time to make up for." Still naked, he stood up, smiling at her in triumph and sweet affection--if that was not too soft a term for the glowing emotion in his eyes. With one last grin, he collected his robe and eased out the door.
Vana closed her eyes and snuggled under the covers, smiling. Kelsa needed to get a clue.
Chapter 6
Ever the opportunist, Kelsa snuck out through the kitchens, while all eyes had been on the ceremony. No one had to tell her what was happening after the curtains went up, though exactly what was going on within, she didn't want to know. Since the only way to prevent getting first hand experience was to duck out now, she ran while the running was good. Luck was with her, for Kynan 'the hawk' was busy helping with the ceremony. He'd never notice her leaving, and he'd likely be too busy celebrating to look for her right after. Too bad Vana was in the wedding booth he manned.
Pangs of regret almost slowed her step, but Kelsa fought them off. Vana had made her choice. It twisted her heart to leave her here, but short of dragging her kicking and screaming, there was no way out of it. Cherry, Clarissa and a few of the others were making a break for it tonight. They were her best chance of making it out, and she had to take it.
When no one was looking, she darted out the kitchen door and into a deserted side yard. As expected, there was the loose grate, right behind some prickly berry bushes. She'd discovered it by accident one day when she'd dropped a cup in the bushes. The others should have already made it to their grates--they were supposed to meet up in the ductwork and make their way to the gateway in the center of the citadel. Vana had told her all about it … closing her eyes on a wash of emotion, Kelsa wiggled the first screw loose.
"Going somewhere?"
Kelsa yelled and jumped up, dropping the big screw on the ground. "Kynan! I thought you were busy." She tried for a disarming smile, but it came out rather sickly.
He nudged the loose screw with his boot. "So I see." He considered the grate. "It might interest you to know that there are spiders in the ductwork. We try to keep the population out, but they like to hide in the dark--it's good hunting for insects, you see."
Averting her eyes, Kelsa tried to look nonchalant, but she shivered. She hated spiders. "Hmm."
Still looking at her with that weighted gaze, he added, "Our citadel is huge. There are miles of ducts running through it, and all of the restricted areas have sensors. It's odd that I should see you out here just now, considering that a group of women just tripped the sensors not an hour ago. It seems they were trying to escape."
Coldness swirled in Kelsa's belly. Clarissa had left without her. Had she been afraid that Vana would find out and tell Dagon? Did it matter now? They were both in deep kimchee.
Kynan smiled coolly and gently took her hand. "I think you should stay by my side for the rest of the night. Glued, even." His eyes shuttered, and his voice dropped ten degrees. "Dagon will have something to say about this."
* * * *
Luxuriously warm, naked and sated, Vana stretched against the silky sheets, giggling when Dagon's arm shot out and tumbled her on top of him. She considered her sleepy-eyed lover and the hard ridge under her belly. "I don't think I can handle another round right now."
His laugh shook them both, and he kissed her good morning. "I can wait … barely. There is tonight, and today we have things to see to."
She slumped on his chest and thought about going back to sleep. "What things?" Breakfast surely, and then maybe some more of his tasty kisses. The man made her hungry just by looking at him.
"Breakfast, definitely, and then you have a case pending. Justice never sleeps, they say. Welcome to life as a queen."
Grunting her opinion to that, she let him dump her off his chest, then snuggled into the pillows. A slap on her bare rump got her back up. "Hey!"
Dagon scooped her up, grinning at her annoyed expression as he carried her to the dining cushions. Breakfast was already laid out and still steaming.
She looked for her robe, unaccustomed to lazing about naked. Dagon raised a finger as she started to get up. "Stay. I like looking at you."
"Dagon! I can't eat like this." A hot blush flushed her body as his eyes ran unabashed over her.
"You'll never make it to the closet," he warned her, "and I might not be able to control myself if you make me chase you." It was obvious by the quality of his smile just what her punishment would be.
Naked, shy, and uncomfortably aroused, she sat up and put a large pillow in her lap, effectively blocking his view. Ignoring his rolling eyes, she grabbed her hair pick cum fork and dug into her breakfast.
Muttering something under his breath, Dagon joined her.
Trying to ignore the way his six pack rippled and grateful the table hid the most significant part of him, she tried for a business-like air. "So,
who am I supposed to be judging today? Did a couple of ladies get into a cat fight last night, or what?"
He looked at her through his lashes, then touched a button on the table. Hair pick suspended, she stared at the holographic security recording of five women crawling through the ducts. Clarissa and Cherry she recognized, and the others were familiar. It didn't take long for warriors to enter the ducts and flush them out.
It was the second recording, that of Kelsa trying to enter the ductwork, that made her sit up, though. She looked at Dagon's inscrutable expression. This wasn't going to be good.
"The council and I need to make an example of them. If you do not judge them, we will. I suggest you take up your authority."
A lump rose in her throat. "I'm biased."
He studied his goblet, swirled the drink inside. "Then you will have an interesting time pronouncing a judgment that is stiff enough to deter others from following their example. Be aware that we will overrule you if you fail."
Lovely honeymoon, she thought with disgust. She didn't want to be a part of this--the other women would hate her forever. Kelsa might despise her, and then where would she be? Pity all this hadn't occurred to her when she'd taken the assignment. Judging her friends wasn't something she was going to enjoy.
* * * *
Later that day, robed in majestic splendor and coiffed, manicured and made up, courtesy of her private stylist, Tzara Vana T'Siantal sat on her throne and tried not to squirm. Dagon sat to her right, looking far more functional and comfortable in usual battle ready garb. He'd assured her that official appearances required full regalia, and there was nothing more official than a judgment. With time she might be able to change the prevailing fashions, but at the moment she was stuck with what the last generation of women had deemed royal garb.
Oh, joy, she thought in dismay. What fool had decided a tiara of stiffened braids was sexy? Sure, it looked kind of cool with the jewels in her hair, but she was afraid to move lest the whole thing shift sideways and leave her looking like the court jester.
A pompous looking council member entered the chamber, leading the miscreants, including Kelsa, in his wake. He bowed elaborately, then pronounced, "You see before you the would-be runaways, Your Majesties. You are aware of the details of their case, and the court hopes to hear how you'll punish them." He ignored his queen's darkling look and backed to the side, into the small crowd of spectators. Kynan was there, looking inscrutable, as was Ser, though Jen was nowhere in sight.
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