“Ready?” Titus asked with an unexpected gentle tone.
Does he have another side to him? She believed he might. But how could anyone get past his layers of pain to uncover it? She had no idea. Surely she couldn’t, a high priestess of the very people that piled the torture on him over the centuries. Buzzing with want, she decided one night with him in the driver’s seat was a small price to pay for her crimes.
“I’m ready.”
Without hesitation, Titus lifted her body like a feather. Her feet dangled more than two feet from the floor. Slowly he lowered her down.
His grey eyes locked with hers. “Put your arms around my shoulders and neck.”
Lillian obeyed, loving the feel of his muscled frame.
“Good. Now, lean back.”
His dominance over her sent shivers racing down her spine. How could he be so strong after being held captive for so long? She wondered exactly what kind of strength lived inside him. She could feel his breath skate over her skin, causing her desire to multiply exponentially.
“Did you hear me, high priestess?”
“Yes. Lean back, I know.” She complied.
Slowly, Titus lowered her so that the tip of his cock pressed at her opening. More tingles rushed down to her quivering belly and clenching womb.
His mouth went to her ear. “Remember, you are not to come unless I say.”
How could she hold back? Even now, she thought her advancing climax could crash through her will. But he’d never been allowed to come. Ever. Somehow, she had to obey him. He deserved that. And more.
Titus saw her as the enemy, and she would never see him again once he had enough power to create the portal to escape through. Still, feeling his dick pressing against her mound pleased her.
Titus leaned forward, continuing to hold her securely. “Listen carefully. I will not repeat myself. Wrap your legs around me.”
She didn’t hesitate and complied. Her legs came around him, her feet resting just under his ass.
“Hold on.” He bit her earlobe and shifted his pelvis forward, driving his dick deep into her pussy.
Though she’d had him inside her before, this time was different. The pressure overwhelmed her, filling her completely.
Then he began taking possession of her pussy with the strokes of his cock. In and out. She could feel his leg muscles tighten as he drove deeper still into her channel, making her his sacrifice.
Without hesitation, she took it. How she’d dreamed of this, and now a burn grew inside her for more. Embers stirred. Electrical explosions streaked through her. In and out. Over and over.
He released her ear. “You will never deny me what I want. Never again.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Titus would never show her mercy. Ever.
“Buddy, I thought you said we needed to triple with her?”
She felt Titus stiffen at Reno’s words. The pumping action inside her stopped. He began lifting her off his cock.
Instinctively, she tried to pull him deeper with her legs.
“No! You are not in charge anymore.” His eyes narrowed. “For that attempt, you will be punished. Later.”
His words sent sparks zinging across her skin. He never let her feet touch the floor, but flipped her around to face Reno. The cowboy had stripped. His hunger visible by a long, hard cock.
Titus, do you see that red light around her?
Yes.
What is it?
I don’t know.
Their thoughts were back, and that pleased her very much.
“Shade, help me hold her off the floor.”
Reno smiled at her, his brown eyes wide and inviting. “I’d love to help.”
He stepped right up to her, placed his hands around her waist, and lifted so that her chest was within reach of his mouth.
“Lil, I’ve wanted to taste every part of you. Your lips, neck, belly, pussy, everything. I’ll start with your amazing breasts.”
His mouth came down on her left breast. He sucked on her nipple, and tingles sizzled within her chest. The thrill weakened her knees, and if they hadn’t been holding her she might’ve fallen. When he moved to the other breast, slickness squeezed out her pussy.
Then she felt Titus’s fingers pressing her folds and clit from behind. “No coming until I say.”
She nodded, determined to obey him. But the pressure inside her felt like a soon-to-erupt volcano that wouldn’t be denied its release of heat and energy.
Titus’s fingers moved to her backside entrance. “I’ll get her hot little ass ready for my dick.”
Reno lowered her down, and crushed her lips with his mouth. The kiss went on and on, as Titus worked to loosen where he would take her.
Lillian’s head spun, and hot flares streaked from where Titus’s fingers entered her as Reno’s tongue swirled inside her mouth. She’d never dreamt that being with them would be this incredible. So consuming.
A crash in the other room shocked her. The guards!
“Get inside her!” Titus roared.
Both their cocks entered her body simultaneously. The jolt sent shockwaves rolling through her. Pain turned to awesome pleasure.
The door burst open, but she didn’t look to see who came. She knew. No way did they have a chance to survive.
“We all have to come!” Titus commanded.
There was no way she could reach orgasm now. Please, don’t let this end this way.
Reno released her mouth as he shot his liquid into her. “Coming!”
“Come now, Lillian.” Titus’s words rolled through her, diving deep into her pussy like a heat-seeking missile. Everything inside her blazed red hot.
Delicious spasms fired inside her like hot popcorn. Her sex throbbed as the unleashed orgasm tore through her entire body. The colors of the rainbow shot around her.
“Chain the immortals and kill Lillian!” Feandan screamed.
Chapter 7
Unlocking from their final sexual thrust into Lillian, Reno and Titus guided her behind them, blocking her from Feandan and his men. No one would harm her. Reno would make sure of that.
He watched in amazement as silver wings popped out of Titus’s back. The phantom stretched his hand out and hand shot several spheres of light at their enemies.
The bloodliners recoiled backward, trying to avoid the phantom’s magic missiles. Some succeeded like the high priest, but most didn’t. The bodies of those who failed vanished in an explosion of light.
You’ve got to keep them at bay with your own power until I can open a portal. No longer a prisoner, Titus was one hundred percent badass soldier, a brother-in-arms.
How do I do that, Titus?
Concentrate. Can’t you feel the power inside you from our tripling with the high priestess?
I feel something. Warmth.
Look with your mind at the center of your body. You’ll see it.
Reno concentrated and saw a spinning sphere of gray smoke. Hell, I must be Smokey the Immortal. Yes, I see it.
You’re a shade. That’s how your magic looks.
How can I use it?
Shape it with your will into a weapon.
Feandan’s voice sounded raspy and full of rage. “Kill Lillian! Once she’s dead, we can subdue the immortals.”
More guards rushed in.
Lillian’s trembles of fear moved him to action. Reno felt the magic in his fingertips. His body warmed up and became smoke-like. Weird, but he didn’t have time to think about it. Bullets. Damn. What he needed was a gun. He understood a gun. Reno gasped as the magic inside him burst from his fingers, each pulse a bullet-shaped missile that flew at the advancing bloodliners. An explosion blinded him, but their screams told him that it had worked.
“Let’s go, shade.” Titus pointed to the wall behind them.
Reno turned and saw a magical doorway to some place other than The Conclave’s cell. Lillian stood trembling, her eyes wide with fear.
Feandan waved his hands and mumbled some words.
He seemed to be working on some kind of spell. Time to exit before he finished.
Reno lifted Lillian up in his arms that looked like gray smoke. Apparently, transparent or not, his body still had substance.
“You’re really taking me with you?” she asked, her eyes wide.
“Of course, sweetheart.”
With his wings wide, Titus stood inches from the portal. “You coming or not, Reno?”
With Lillian in his arms, he stepped next to the phantom.
Titus touched Lillian’s naked shoulder. “Now, you are my prisoner.”
The three of them went through the magical portal.
“Nooo!” Feandan’s shout faded to nothing.
Silence. Blackness.
Though Reno couldn’t see Lillian, he could feel her body and he pulled her in tightly. For a split-second, they twisted and spun, as if they were riding a massive rollercoaster. The next instant, the feeling passed as he felt solid ground under his feet.
It took another second to get his bearings. “That was different.”
“You’re both free.” Lillian’s tears rolled from her beautiful blue eyes. “We did it.”
Titus waved his hands, and a dozen lit candles materialized around them. “High priestess, I wouldn’t take credit for such recklessness. If it hadn’t been for me, your plan would’ve failed.”
Reno felt her stiffen. The phantom’s harsh tone impacted her. “Cool it. She’s the reason we escaped.”
Titus’s eyelids narrowed. “She could’ve been killed.”
“But she wasn’t. Shake it off, soldier. Where are we?”
“My place.”
Scanning the area, Reno guessed it to be some kind of cave or mine. A few slivers of light from various holes in the rocky ceiling joined the candles in illuminating the space. Reno wondered if it was magic light or sunshine from the outside. The air smelled dank, but seemed harmless.
Reno wondered why Titus had brought them here. “I’m surprised it still exists after your two hundred-plus year imprisonment.”
“Me, too.”
“Why here?”
“You ask too many questions, shade. Ask her. She’s read the book.”
“Portals are tricky, Reno.” Lillian crossed her arms over her chest, her modesty evident. “Best to create one to a place the spell caster knows well.”
In all the previous commotion, Reno had disregarded that they were all still naked. “I’ve got a lot to learn about this magic crap.” He turned to the phantom. “You got somewhere for her to sit? Maybe some clothes?”
“I did, but they’re all dust by now.” Titus closed his eyes.
Reno heard some crackling and felt something akin to electricity in the air. Suddenly, a couple of leather chairs appeared in the middle of the cavern.
Titus gestured to the new furniture. “Shade, be my guest.”
“Pretty cool trick. You know with those wings, you kinda look like an angel to me.”
“I know some angels. I look nothing like them.” Titus took a deep breath, and then his wings vanished. “If you want to clothe the high priestess, do it yourself. You have your own power.” Silver shimmered around him and then died out, leaving him wearing a black shirt, blue jeans, and hiking boots. “But if I were you, I’d leave her just the way she is. Your choice, for now.”
Reno thought about it. He did like his eyes to have full-access to her incredible body, but she needed time and rest.
Titus turned to Lillian. “Don’t even think about trying to leave. Understand?”
“Where would I go?”
Without a word, the phantom turned and walked down the tunnel.
Reno’s irritation grew with each footfall of the self-appointed general. “Where are you going?”
“To get provisions. Mine are all long gone, I’m certain.”
“Why not use magic like you did with the chairs?”
“I could, but it doesn’t really quench thirst or ease hunger. It’s only an illusion. Enough questions. Figure the rest out for yourself.”
Reno called out, “I’d like a porterhouse with a baked potato.”
Lillian grinned at his mockery of the phantom. That pleased him.
“How long will you be gone, Titus?” she asked timidly.
“As long as it takes, high priestess.”
Reno pulled her in close and squeezed her. “If you’re not back in an hour, we’ll come looking for you.”
“You’re learning.” Then the phantom turned a corner and was out of sight.
Time in The Conclave’s cell had changed Reno. He silently vowed to never take his freedom for granted.
He looked over at Lillian. With Titus gone, he would have her all to himself.
Chapter 8
Lillian pulled the silk sheet that Reno had created for her earlier up to her chin. He’d tried but failed to produce clothes for them. The bed he’d magically formed felt amazingly soft. She kept her eyes shut, though she was no longer asleep. Earlier, her exhaustion had easily plunged her into catching zees. Now, the reality of what had happened and where she’d been taken whirled like a top in her wide-awake mind.
“Lillian, you okay?”
She opened her eyes. Reno sat in one of the leather chairs, his stare fixed on her. He looked so strong and powerful. Not a monster, but instead a naked Greek god.
She wanted him again, no denying it. Foolishness. From the first time she’d met Reno, she’d sensed an immeasurable goodness within him.
“I’m fine. The rest helped. How long was I out?” She sat up, and the sheet fell away, exposing her breasts. She jerked it back up to cover her nakedness.
“Twenty minutes at most.” He stood, and she saw his cock lengthen.
Heat filled her cheeks. “Is Titus back?”
“No. But I am here.” The hunger in his tone sent a shiver up and down her spine.
“I’m glad that you’re here, Reno.” Her desire blasted through her body. Moisture slipped out from her pussy.
He waved his hand, and her silk covering vanished.
“Why did you do that?”
“I want to touch and taste every part of you, sweetheart.”
“But we need Titus for you to gain more energy. Do you think he will really return?”
“Considering what he’s been through, I’m not surprised by his dark mood. He won’t let us down.”
Reno was the eternal optimist, literally.
“I hope you’re right.”
“I am. Right now, I want you for myself. Tripling for power can come later.”
Emotions rolled through her. She craved him to possess her, to pleasure her. Still, she needed to know his reason for coupling. “Why alone?”
In a flash, he curled up with her on the bed. “I’ve wanted you for myself from the moment I met you. You don’t give yourself enough credit. Look what you did. You’ve righted a wrong, my love.”
He called me my love. That thrilled her. “How could I not at least try to do something to spring you?”
“Lillian, you are amazing. Look how long Titus was held before someone showed him compassion. Without your courage, I could’ve been just like him in another couple hundred years.”
She touched his naked, solid chest. “It could’ve ended badly.”
“It didn’t. I bet you’re the first to ever try. You heard Titus. Others must’ve felt the injustice of it before, but did nothing.”
“I couldn’t bear not trying something.”
“You’re definitely one-of-a-kind, honey.” His cupped her chin, and then kissed her shoulder. “Your skin is so silky soft.”
He guided her to her side with her back tight against his front. She felt his cock pressing against her flesh. Intense heat rolled through her.
One hand worked on the tightness in her neck, the other traced her hip. She giggled.
“You like me touching you, Lillian?”
“Y-Yes. Feels good.”
“How about here?” Reaching around her, he massa
ged her breasts.
“Perfect, Reno.”
Nothing in her life had ever felt so right. Crazy, but true. Thankfully, Feandan and The Conclave were far from here.
As long as she could remember, her life had been planned for her. How could she have expected what meeting Titus and Reno would do to her? She’d always felt alien in The Conclave, out of place. But now? Lillian’s new found freedom both excited and frightened her.
Reno rolled her on her back. His chocolate eyes didn’t blink, and his mouth curled up into the most amazing smile she’d ever seen. He leaned down and planted a long, lingering kiss on her. She parted her lips for his advancing tongue to probe her. She imagined more of him entering her.
With his hand on her back, Reno pulled her in closer to his muscled frame while he deepened their kiss. Lillian’s body warmed. Her womb fluttered in anticipation of what was to come. His domination of her mouth went on and on, sending her into a dizzy bliss. The more his lips pressed, the wetter she got.
When the kiss finally ended, she instantly missed his lips.
He threaded his hands in her hair. “My love, you’re incredible.”
“So are you, Reno. If you and Titus hadn’t jumped into action I just don’t know what would’ve happened.”
“You saved us, too.”
“But after all I did and The Conclave did to you…”
Reno pressed his index finger to her lips. “Lil, you took a great risk to help us escape. That’s enough. I’ve never met a woman like you. Though not in a cell, you were a prisoner, too.”
Lillian couldn’t hold back the tears. She could’ve gotten all of them killed.
Reno pulled her in close. “Lil, tell me what to do to make you feel better.”
“Make love to me, Reno.”
“Gladly, sweetheart.”
Reno leaned down, and gave her another kiss, impaling her with unspoken demands. Her toes curled and her eyes closed. Time to wave the white flag of surrender. She let herself believe that everything would be okay.
He tweaked her nipples.
She felt the bits of flesh harden under his treatment. Gooseflesh popped on her exposed skin. He knew just what to touch, when to touch, how to touch. “Reno, shouldn’t we wait for Titus.”
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