StarMyst: Forgiven

by Mary Winter

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  Laura tried not to be freaked out by the fact that she and Reid were in the whirlpool tub without the lussor intervening. She had nothing to blame her reactions on except herself. Exhaling, she stared at his light brown head between her thighs. His tongue darted along her labia, catching her cream and lapping at it. Wrapping his lips around her clitoris, he drew it into his mouth.

  Laura moaned. No matter how she tried to stay detached, how she tried to tell herself she was doing this to get away from her father’s Conclave. She knew the truth. She cared for Reid far more than she should. She’d fucked his brother. Though with his tongue sliding into her channel, his fingers tight against her buttocks, she thought only of him, never Kade.

  She’d never really thought about Kade. Stifling a moan, she accepted the truth. The only reason why she’d ever slept with his brother was to get Reid to notice her. A pretty piss poor excuse and one she hoped she’d never have to tell him.

  Oh God, she was going to come from his mouth alone. Buoyant in the water, she floated on a cloud of pure sensation. The warm, wet mouth at her sex, the water lapping at her breasts, Laura curled her fingers into the edge of the tub.

  Reid deepened the trusts of his tongue. Curling it, he flicked it close to her G-spot with every stroke. Stifling her whimpers, Laura tried to hang onto some semblance of control. Water lapped around her breasts, her neck, holding her like a lover’s strong arms. Reid must have hit the button for the jets, for they started swirling again.

  He walked his fingers over her buttocks to press his palms on either side of her spine. She wriggled, half afraid she’d sink below the surface of the water. Her calves rested on his shoulders, his body beneath hers keeping her from falling, even as his caresses and licks drove her to the brink of madness.

  She rocked her hips against his face. His palms curled over her breasts, her nipples jutting into his hands. He devoured her. Licks and nibbles, caresses and touches, each one driving her a little higher. Her womb tightened. An all-too familiar tingling started low in her spine.

  “Please,” she begged, though for more or for her release she couldn’t have said.

  He latched onto her clit. Leaving his left hand on her breast, he slipped his right beneath the water, two fingers pressing against her vaginal opening. One thrust, two, he stroked his fingers inside her in time with the flicks of his tongue. He was eating her inside out, each nibble making her breath catch. Her nipples pebbled, so hard they ached, and she knew, just knew, if she didn’t reach orgasm soon, she’d explode.

  And then he brought her to release. Flattening his tongue over her clit, he drove her over the edge. She screamed his name, her body spasming. The jets pummeling against the back of her shoulders, the water swirling around her back and buttocks, swept her away into a realm of pure sensation. Over and over again waves of pure, unadulterated pleasure surged through her. Reid held her, his lips and tongue still against her clit and labia.

  She struggled to draw breath through the aftershocks darting through her. Her hand slipped on the edge of the tub, splashing in. She flailed, the sparks still zinging through her, making her actions rough, clumsy.

  Her head dipped under for a split second.

  “I got you,” Reid said. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her above, moving forward so he pinned her against his body and the edge of the tub. His cock pressed against her stomach, full and hard. Her pussy tightened just thinking about the thick rod deep inside her, and surprisingly, she wanted him again. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she rose just enough to slide the head of his penis along her slick folds. She lowered herself, trying to savor the sensation of being impaled as much as for his sake as for hers.

  When their bodies were flush together, Laura nestled her head against the crook of Reid’s shoulder. His warm skin beneath her cheek soothed her, as did the hand at the small of her back. She dared not look into his eyes. Biting her lip, she knew, even if this shit with her father hadn’t bit her in the ass, she’d probably still be right where she was…with Reid. Maybe not eight hours away, but still, in his arms, in his bed. Maybe it was Edwin’s death, and maybe, she finally decided she was a big girl who could go after what she wanted. Turning her head, she placed a kiss on his shoulder.

  A groan rumbled from his chest. “Laura,” he breathed. He started to move, long, slow strokes that spoke of far more control than she had. His cock twitched inside her, so big and hard she figured he must be ready to blow. He didn’t. Instead, he fucked—no made love to her. Tears stung her eyes and she quickly blinked them away.

  She rode the spiraling waves of desire, each thrust taking her higher. The water ceased to churn, even started to cool a bit and yet, it registered only in some distant part of her mind. She only knew Reid, filling her, loving her.

  He nibbled along her neck, enticing her to turn her head and he kissed her. He held her head still so he could slip his tongue into her mouth and cherish her.

  Laura moaned into his mouth, loving the way they swallowed each other’s cries. Deep inside, Reid hit that place high inside that she loved to have stroked. The head of his cock slid over it, and she whimpered as her need ratcheted higher. Whatever happened once they got to Brazos, she knew, she’d never leave him again.

  Reid stiffened as he came. Pulling his lips away, he cried out, a harsh, triumphant cry. The hot splash of his seed inside her, triggered her own release, and she followed him, tumbling, into sated bliss. Resting her head on his shoulder, she knew the truth. She loved him. Always had and always would.

  Chapter Seven

  Waking up with Laura’s warm body snuggled against him brought a smile to Reid’s face. He turned his head, nuzzling her hair. The silken strands caressed his face. In her sleep, Laura murmured and turned toward him. Her breasts crushed against his side, one slim leg thrown over his.

  Though her slight weight hardly pinned him to the bed, Reid couldn’t move. Closing his eyes, he savored the sensation of waking up with Laura. The lussor lay dormant. Even last night, the core of their magic never reared its head. No, what happened between them in the hot tub, and then later, had nothing to do with the fact that they were sorcerers and everything to do with the fact that he cared for Laura.

  Probably more than was sane. He opened his eyes, knowing he’d have to face his feelings head on. Stroking strands of her hair, he watched her sleep. Her lashes fanned over her cheeks, her lips parted in sleep. Her deep, even breathing pushed her breasts against him, and next to her thigh, his cock stirred.

  He loved her. Exhaling, Reid accepted the truth. What had happened with his brother was a fluke. A one-night stand that hadn’t done any of them an ounce of good. He released her hair, his body making more physical demands known.

  Reid slipped from the bed. A few moments later, he stared at himself in the mirror. Running his palm over his stubbled cheek, he thought he should probably clean up. Laura might not want to be awakened by whisker burn. He grinned and turned on the water.

  Shaved, his teeth brushed, and his body reasonably behaving, Reid pulled on a pair of boxers from his suitcase. Standing in the middle of the room, he watched Laura sleep. Though this hotel room might be an oasis away from the world, they couldn’t stay there forever. Still, he planned to savor these moments for as long as he could.

  Because he loved her.

  The air whooshed from his lungs and he took a step back. Watching her sleep, he knew it was the truth. He had loved Laura for a long time and he loved her now. Pressing his lips together, he curled his hand into a fist. His feet shuffled forward across the carpet, the need to touch her so great it physically hurt.

  And he’d see this through the end. Whatever happened in Brazos, he’d be there, by Laura’s side until it finished one way or the other.

  Damn, maybe this was what Te had felt when he saw Jacy again. Reid remembered a spat where Te had nearly lost control of the lussor. Even in the house he’d felt it and thought then that Jacy had been a lucky
woman to have someone love her that much. Even if it had been his foster brother who hadn’t been seen around there in several years.

  Laura murmured and stirred in her sleep. The covers slipped, revealing an edge of her breast. The nipple poked against the soft, cotton sheets, the fabric draping between her legs. Her fingers curled against the mattress. With her hair tumbled over her cheek and across her chest, she looked like a goddess sleeping in his bed.

  He crossed the space to the low platform on which the bed sat. Stepping onto it, he gazed down at her. Yeah, whatever it took once they reached Brazos, he’d make her father see that Laura belonged to him. He loved her. He’d do whatever it took to make her happy and free her from her father’s influence. If her father wanted Laura to have little sorcerer babies then Reid knew he’d be the man to give them to her.

  His cock twitched.

  Protection. They hadn’t used any. Though it was notoriously difficult for sorcerer females to conceive, it did happen and he and Laura hadn’t used any sort of birth control. She might be on the pill. He hadn’t rummaged through her luggage to find out, and frankly, he really didn’t want to. His gaze slid over her breasts, down to her flat stomach. Even now, his seed could have joined with her and be forming a baby. His baby.

  Pride swelled his chest. Sure, the thought terrified him, but he couldn’t imagine it happening with anyone else. The head of his cock poked from the opening in the front of his boxers, almost as if it, too, wanted a look at its handiwork. He could be a father. Swallowing hard, Reid sat down on the edge of the bed. He rested his hand next to her, fingers aching to trace the contours of her breast. The diamond hard nipple tormented him with its presence, reminding him how good it felt to tongue her flesh.

  “Reid,” Laura murmured in her sleep. Her legs parted, limbs moving restlessly.

  Did she dream about him? A grin crossed his face as he imagined Laura having steamy dreams about him. Yeah, he didn’t mind at all if he starred as the leading man in all her fantasies. Reid grabbed the edge of the sheet. He dragged it over her body, using the edges to caress every inch of her body. Pooling the fabric at the foot of the bed, he moved the comforter and blankets out of the way, leaving nothing but the large expanse of the mattress and Laura.

  Reid slid from the bed long enough to shed his boxers. His cock sprang free, hard enough that it nearly touched his navel. He cupped his balls, thinking about being buried deep inside Laura once again.

  She murmured, but didn’t awaken.

  “I hope you’re having a sweet dream,” he whispered as he bent over her. He nibbled along the side of her neck, making her turn her head in sleep to grant him better access. Licking and kissing down to the slope of one breast, he drew the tight nipple into his mouth. He palmed her other breast, paying special attention to her turgid bead.

  Beneath him, Laura moaned. She shifted on the bed, lips parting in a perfect oval that begged to be kissed. Looking over her body, Reid battled the emotions swelling inside him. He breathed deeply and dipped his head to her breast once more.

  He worshipped her flesh. The blue vein just beneath the skin tantalized him, and he followed its trail with lips and tongue. He could lie here all morning, just kissing her flesh.

  Laura parted her legs. Lifting her hips, she rubbed her mound against him. Tiny whimpering noises emerged from her throat. Her fingers clenched against the sheet.

  Reid released her nipple with a pop. He nuzzled lower, finding the underside of her breast as succulent as the top. His hands roamed over her skin, down over her hips then back up to cup her breast and thumb the taut nipple. Surely, she must be awake, but if she was, she gave no sign.

  He ventured lower. The musk of her arousal lured him just above her pussy. Pressing large, open-mouthed kisses against her lower abdomen, he left her with a red mark. His mark. His brand. Then he delved between her thighs.

  Her fingers curled against the back of his head.

  There, she had to be awake now. He didn’t say anything, figured she had decided to remain quiet and let him think that she still slept. A bit kinky, but the idea of waking up with his tongue in her pussy must have turned her on. He knew it did him, for his cock pounded with an incessant need to be inside her.

  He tasted her cream. The flavors, almost like the fruity bubble bath last night, burst on his tongue, making him thrust it inside her to gather more. Her swollen clit brushed against his lips. Cupping the firm globes of her backside, he lifted her closer to his face.

  Laura inhaled swiftly. Her fingers clenched on the back of his head, her other hand reaching down for his shoulders. “Ooh,” she gasped as he flicked his tongue over the head of her clitoris.

  Reid raised his head. He crawled back over her body, the verbal acknowledgement that she had awakened, enough to make him want to bury his cock inside her. He nudged her folds, teasing her with just the merest hints of his cock. Leaning down, he kissed her.

  He knew she tasted herself on his lips. Her arms wound around him, her heels pressing into the back of his thighs. Unable to wait any longer, he sheathed himself inside her.

  Reid groaned as his cock slipped inside her. The tight sheath of her pussy wrapped around him, holding him tighter than a glove. Contractions rippled along her muscles, stroking him like invisible fingers. Yeah, this was a hell of a good way to wake up. Slowly, he pulled out, the tip just inside her.

  “You awake yet, sweetheart?” he asked.

  “What do you think?” Laura reared up to meet him, her lips slanting across his. Drawing him back down to the bed, her actions told him exactly how awake she really was.

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  Lying beneath Reid, his strong thrusts pinning her to the mattress, Laura couldn’t think of a better way to wake up. She’d feigned sleep for as long as possible. The longer Reid’s mouth moved over her flesh, the more she wanted to just lay there and soak up the attention. Then he’d speared her with his tongue, and she couldn’t remain passive any longer. The silken texture of his hair through her fingers reminded her of it against her skin, and then, when he poised himself at her entrance, she’d wrapped her limbs around him and hung on for the ride.

  The first thrust took her breath away. The second, she threatened to lose coherent thought. Not yet, she couldn’t, not until she put words to this maelstrom of emotions churning deep inside. Clinging to him, she met his every stroke, willing him deeper. This was the Reid she cared for, the strong Sorcerer she wanted to bring home to her Conclave, and the reason why she wanted to stay with StarMyst. Leaving her father’s influence meant nothing it if didn’t mean she’d be with a male who would allow her to think for herself and not cling to antiquated notions of how a female Sorcerer would be. Other Conclaves would probably do the same for her, but not like StarMyst, and certainly not like Reid.

  Her body tightened. Her orgasm neared, as hard and fast as any she’d had so early in the morning. With a cry, she shattered. Ripples surged through her body, her pussy tightening around his cock, her fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulders. She pressed her heels into his buttocks as if she could make him a part of her. She struggled to pull air into her lungs.

  Reid surged forward. Another stroke, another impending climax. The flutters deep in her womb grew stronger. She’d never come like this first thing in the morning. It had to be Reid.

  He stiffened above her. A guttural cry escaped his throat as he came. She joined him in release, her voice rising above his. Reid sank onto her, and she relished his weight. For long moments, they clung to each other. He rolled to his side, and Laura found herself following him. Propped up on her elbow she stared at him.

  “That was some way to wake up,” she said, trailing her finger between his pectorals.

  “Glad to help,” he replied, rolling onto his back. Reid flung one arm over his eyes, the other still tucked beneath her neck.

  “Glad to help?” She parroted his words back at him. “It makes it sound like you’re doing a job or something. I certainly hope I’
m not just a job.”

  Reid shook his head. “No! Why would you think that?” He sat up, taking the blankets with him.

  Laura snatched back enough sheet to cover her breasts. “I was teasing,” she admitted with a grin. “Kind of.” On one hand, his vehemence in answering her question warmed her heart. On the other, she did wonder if perhaps he saw her as a job, a duty to discharge for Edwin. She pressed her lips together. Surely, he wouldn’t have made love like that if she were just another chore Edwin had given him.

  She swallowed hard.

  “Oh. Sorry. I just didn’t want you think that I was doing this out of a sense of duty or something.” Reid leaned forward and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

  “Then why are you doing this?”

  “Because I care for you.” Reid curled his fingers over hers and gently tugged at the sheet. It slipped, baring her to his gaze. He caressed her nipple, drawing it into a peak.

  “Oh,” Laura breathed. She watched his finger swirl around her bud, her mouth going dry at the sight. “You know it won’t be easy once we get to Brazos, don’t you?”

  “I believe you told me that.” His finger stilled. Reluctantly, he pulled away, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and standing.

  She watched as he pulled on his boxers. The sight of his naked body drew her, and for a moment, she regretted the conversation they were about to have. “I know, but I want to make sure you understand what you’re walking into. This isn’t going to be easy.”

  “If I had wanted easy, I would have stayed at StarMyst. I never said I wanted easy.” Reid remained standing. He eyed his jeans, still lying by the hot tub from last night. “Let’s order breakfast and you can tell me what I’m going to face. Might as well get it out of the way, and then maybe we can try out the hot tub again.” He scooped up his clothes and carried them to the closet where they’d stowed their bags.