Warrior

by Rose Wynters

  Enough was enough. Undoing the top button of his pants, Shayne carefully slid the zipper down over his dick. He gasped as he pulled it free. It was nine inches of smooth, hard flesh, the girth extremely thick and wide. Grabbing his dick in his hand, he absentmindedly pumped in bliss, while he imagined what he would do with her first.

  It was enough to send him straight to the edge. His dick was purple and ready for release. Walking over to the vanity, Shayne grabbed a washcloth and placed it close. It was a shame to waste his seed on that, when she had several warm receptacles he’d love to spend it in. His large hand tightened as he increased his speed, and he lifted his eyes to look back in the mirror. He wanted to see Anna's plush body as he shot his load.

  Shayne's body jerked and his hand came to an abrupt stop when he saw her eyes were opened, taking in his every action. A blush crested his cheekbones. It was all he could do not to groan—or make an attempt to fall over dead. He was an immortal warrior who had tupped hundreds of women and battled thousands of horrific monsters from Hell. Yet, she'd just caught him masturbating. Men like him didn't get caught playing with their thingies—but he had. Shayne was embarrassed as hell. He'd just created a shitstorm, all because he couldn't control his lust.

  It was time to zip up and move out. He grabbed the waistband of his pants as he prepared to force his dick back into the confining material. Shayne held back a whimper.

  Suddenly, he was stopped. “Wait,” Anna said, in a low voice. “Come here.”

  Shayne's eyes met hers in the mirror. She watched him with something that could only be described as hunger. He felt something primitive—something dark and primal—at the look in her eyes. Gone was the shy virgin. In her place was a woman who knew what she wanted and was ready to go after it. She’d obviously liked what she saw and was willing to play.

  Anna wouldn’t have to ask twice. His cock swelled up even more, and he completely dropped his pants, kicking them off before making his way to her.

  ANNA COULDN’T BELIEVE those words had just slipped past her lips. But Shayne was her biggest fantasy come to life, and when she'd seen he was about to leave, she felt she needed to stop him. She'd watched him from the bathtub, taking in the way his chest and shoulders rippled as he stood there stroking himself. And his size. He was massively huge; his length reaching well away from his body. Her inner muscles clenched in need as she imagined taking him inside of her. Need warred with fear. The need won.

  Shayne turned and glided towards her, his eyes glittering with lust. Up close, she could see his balls were shaved. They were also huge. She remembered reading once that men with bigger testicles had more testosterone and were way more virile than their smaller counterparts. She shuddered at the thought of him unleashing all that maleness on her. Inside of her.

  She throbbed deep inside with need, as he stopped at the edge of the tub. His eyes took in every each of her body, stopping on her breasts and sex. His breath hitched.

  “You are so damned beautiful.” He lifted his eyes to meet hers, his own expression suddenly serious. “I want you. Badly,” he explained, his voice filled with regret. “But I can't take you all the way. Not tonight. Not in your condition.”

  “I'm okay with that,” she replied. “I just want to feel alive. All I need is that.”

  Anna felt breathless, even dizzy with exhilaration. She was overwhelmed by passion and emotions, as well as her anticipation for what was next. She'd never wanted anyone more than she wanted Shayne. At the same time, though, she felt like she was out of her depth, like she was in some kind of murky waters and couldn't find her way out when it came to him.

  Lowering himself down to his knees, Shayne leaned over and kissed her passionately. His tongue sank deeply into her mouth, as his hand slid slowly over both of her wet breasts and aching nipples. He was experienced, and he knew exactly how to touch a woman.

  Breaking away from her mouth, he muttered thickly, “Tonight I’m going to play with these and pleasure you in ways you never imagined possible.”

  Anna's body was on fire, and she whimpered at his words. He started the handheld shower head and adjusted the temperature. Lowering his face to her chest, Shayne began tonguing her nipples as he spread one of her legs over the edge of the tub.

  His lips left her chest to take control of her mouth. At the same time, he directed the shower head over her sensitive sex as she groaned. Shayne was going right for the finish line. She couldn't think. She couldn't breathe. The spray of water felt amazing against her, and all she could do was feel. Anna tilted her hips, wanting—needing—more.

  “I want to taste you,” she panted, as her orgasm built up inside of her. It was so erotic to be spread out in front of him, knowing he watched her every reaction as he pleasured her.

  His shaft visibly jerked at her words. His massive muscles bulged as he stretched over the tub, supporting himself on the wall with one arm. Anna hungrily licked her lips, unable to tear her gaze away. His shaft was suspended only inches away from her mouth, and she was eager to take him inside.

  Anna tentatively took a lick across his slit before moaning at the taste. He was salty, but not too much so. Opening her mouth wide, she pushed her lips along his shaft and took in a little bit more. Shayne groaned in approval.

  “Fuck, yes,” he rasped. Their eyes met and held, heat flowing between them. Anna felt none of the embarrassment or shame she'd always imagined she would feel during lovemaking. Instead, it felt right to be with Shayne. She had to wonder if he felt the same. Was he as lost in their passion as she was?

  Anna tore off of him, panting. Her hips made little waves in the water as she rocked against the shower head. “Show me what to do,” she pleaded, in a whisper. “Show me how to please you best.”

  Without waiting for his reply, Anna slid him back into her mouth. Her eyes looked up at him, begging him to guide her, to teach her. To take control.

  SHAYNE GROUND HIS TEETH together, fighting for control. Now that he was in her, he wanted to prolong the pleasure for as long as possible. But when Anna looked up at him with his dick in her mouth, as she pleaded to please him with her eyes, Shayne almost exploded right then and there.

  “It's perfect,” he somehow managed to growl, though he felt incoherent with pleasure. “Take it however you want it.” Just as long as you don't stop. Ever. If she did, his dick would explode and not in a good way.

  Anna was an innocent, but her raw sensuality was the hottest thing he’d ever experienced. Her mouth worked him, as her tongue danced along his skin. He adjusted the shower head, his experience giving him the ability to tell she was close to the edge.

  He started pumping his hips carefully, his mouth compressed tightly. Anna moaned around him, sending vibrations running through his shaft. Shayne's muscles were tight with tension. It was torture, but the sweetest torture of all.

  Within seconds, they both found their release. Shayne dropped the shower head in the tub and held himself up with both hands against the wall, too weak to do anything but enjoy the sensations running throughout his body.

  But then reality intruded.

  ANNA CAREFULLY STOOD up. Shayne pushed away from the wall and silently watched her, as he fixed his clothing. Grabbing a bath towel, she wrapped it around her body and turned away from him, without saying a word. Reality was crashing down on her fast, and she felt horrified she’d been so brazen.

  Her eyes closed as the shame that had been missing before suddenly washed over her. She had crossed a line with a stranger, one who had been sent to save her life not date her. Shayne was on a job. He wasn't there because he wanted to be. Continuously, she’d lusted after him, leaving him no choice but to give in.

  Anna fought for control over her voice and her emotions. She was going to have to talk to him. She was going to have to act normal. In their circumstances, she had to. Every day, thousands of people had sex in some way, shape, or form, and she was sure it was nothing new to him. There was still hope. If she was careful, she could f
ind her way out of their awkward situation, so long as she didn’t come off as needy and grasping.

  Grabbing the robe, she eased it on over the towel. “Where are the rest of my clothes?” Her voice was slightly cool, and she was extremely proud it didn’t wobble. She tried to act nonchalant as she kept her back turned toward him, unable to look at his face.

  Shayne turned the water off, and then he released the drain. There was no emotion in his voice when he responded, “I’ll get them.”

  He walked past her and returned shortly with her bag. If she'd sounded cold, he looked it. There was no warmth on his face or in his eyes. Now that their passion was spent, it was back to business for both of them. Without another word, Shayne walked out and closed the door. He never looked back.

  Anna trembled, and a wave of weakness hit her as she quickly dressed. Her head ached terribly, and it was hard to think clearly. She felt too tired to blow dry her hair. It would just have to dry naturally.

  Opening the door, Anna walked into the room and slid between the sheets of the nearest double bed. She was on her side, her back to him. Shayne sat in the chair, watching her with an unreadable expression on his handsome face. It was late, and the hotel was quiet.

  They were strangers who had shared an incredible experience together, nothing more. It was over, and they were back to the here and now. It was an uncomfortable moment, and it was obvious to her that neither one of them was quite sure what to say to the other one.

  Within moments, Anna slid into a deep sleep.

  SHAYNE SAT THERE FOR hours, deep in reflection. He scowled at her sleeping body. Anna had used him up like yesterday’s laundry and then casually passed out after getting what she wanted. He wondered what the virginal seductress would be like once she had a little experience underneath her belt. She would be incomparable.

  His dick jerked, reminding him how much he had truly enjoyed their water play. He glared at his dick, as he muttered, “It’s all your fault.” Shayne wasn’t used to not being wanted. Another woman would have only been too happy to join him in the bed and continue what they had started. He felt used.

  His shoulders stiffened. If Anna thought he was nothing but a one-night stand, she had another thought coming. He was going to seduce her, using every ounce of sexual knowledge he had gained in his five hundred years. She wouldn’t stand a chance.

  Shayne realized he was fuming like a teenage girl who had been stood up at her high school prom. He smirked. His panties were definitely in a wad, but they were about to get straightened out.

  Anna rolled over in her sleep and winced. He walked over to her and checked on her injury. Her breathing was a bit shallow, but otherwise she seemed fine. With a long-suffering sigh, he realized it was going to be a long night.

  Chapter 6

  ANNA RUMMAGED THROUGH the toiletries and cosmetics on the antique wooden dresser. Her mom was in bed, wrapped up in her floral comforter. “Sorry, Mom. I’ll be done in a minute. I’m trying to find some powder,” she said, as she looked to see if Iris was ready to kill her for disturbing her sleep. What she found instead was Iris sitting in the bed, her eyes wide and unseeing, her face blank.

  Whirling around, Anna started towards her, but Iris stood up. “Gosh, Mom. You scared me,” she said with an uneasy laugh, as she turned back to the dresser. Iris started talking about the church service the past Sunday, and how scary the state of the world was in.

  “God’s not gonna put up with this,” Iris said, in an ominous tone of voice. “One day, He’s going to be back, and there will be a lot of people in trouble when He comes.”

  Finally, Anna found what she was looking for. She only listened with half an ear. Bending over to see herself better, she patted the powder on her nose. She definitely wasn’t beautiful, but at least she felt presentable. Straightening up, she turned and saw Iris had moved closer and was standing at the foot of her bed. She lifted her face to Anna's; her eyes were a deep red.

  Anna gasped as fear shot through her. Something was wrong. Very wrong. In a halting voice, she asked, “Mom?”

  Iris didn’t answer. Instead, she disappeared and reappeared directly in front of Anna. She laughed, exposing thick, sharp fangs as she met Anna’s eyes. “Hell is coming for you, Anna,” Iris said, her voice garbled and distorted. “There’s no escaping Satan when he sets his sights on you.”

  She grabbed Anna’s arm, her grip painful and bruising as Anna shook in fear.

  “WAKE UP,” A DEEP VOICE growled in Anna’s ear. “Damn you, wake up!”

  Anna jerked awake in terror. “In the name of Jesus, I rebuke you,” she chanted, her brown eyes unseeing. She was trapped in the energy of her nightmare. Pure evil surrounded her, and she was caught in the thick of it, unable to escape.

  Rough hands shook her shoulders, as she blinked several times. “You’re safe now,” he said. “I’ve got you.”

  Anna focused on Shayne’s face, as she remembered where she was at. It was late night, and they were on a plane, headed to Las Vegas. Shayne was knelt down next to her in the narrow space between the seats, his face concerned when he asked, “What in the hell happened to you?”

  The air was thick with the smell of sulfur as she quickly shared her nightmare. His bright blue eyes narrowed in anger. “They are attacking you in your sleep now,” he informed her, in a grim voice. “They are using every resource possible to gain control over you. In your dream, you didn’t agree to anything, did you?”

  Anna briskly rubbed her arms, chilled to her very core. “No,” she denied vehemently, her voice trembling.

  He moved back to his seat, and then he looked at her. “Make sure you never do,” he said, in a very serious tone of voice; his dark eyebrows drawn together. “It doesn’t matter if you are dreaming or not. It’s a trick demons use and a highly effective one. Once you allow them into you, there is no way to change your mind. And by the time they're done with you, you’d be so messed up you wouldn’t even care. Not anymore.”

  “It was Iris, though,” she hissed, frustrated and scared. “It was my mother.”

  “Was it really, Anna?” Shayne watched her, without any judgment in his expression or voice.

  She sighed. Shayne knew better, and if Anna was honest, she knew it too. As much as she longed for some communication from Iris from beyond the grave, she knew there was no way that could have been her beloved mother. Tears slid quietly down her face, as she acknowledged the truth. “No, it wasn’t Iris,” she quietly admitted.

  The pilot came on the speaker and announced they were about to land. Shayne clipped his seat belt into place as Anna took a deep breath. The private plane was quite luxurious, and it was a shame she had slept through it all. Who knew if she would live long enough to step foot back on another one?

  Anna watched as the small plane hit the runway through the window next to her. She grimaced at the impact and gently rubbed the tender spot on her head. It would be a relief to stop traveling and actually rest for the next few days.

  Glancing over at Shayne, she could see the tension in his body. They were the only passengers on the private plane, and it had obviously been a difficult flight for him. He was not the best person to travel with.

  Shayne had been silent and moody the entire day, but maybe it was for the best. She didn’t want to talk about the night before. She didn’t need him to tell her he wasn’t interested. His actions had made it loud and clear.

  The plane slowed down and eventually came to a stop. Shayne was on his feet immediately. “Let’s go,” he growled, impatiently. She heard the door open and the air stairs extending. Without a backwards glance, he exited the plane.

  “Well,” Anna muttered irritably to herself. It was amazing how he’d switched from lover to grouch. If this was how men acted after oral sex, she doubted she’d ever try it again. Grabbing her purse and bag, she followed him out.

  The steps from the plane led directly outside, not a building, and she was surprised to see they were at a private landing. She
gave a long sigh of relief at not having to navigate an airport. Her head ached terribly. It was cold, and a light drizzle slickened the ground. She worried about falling. She wrapped herself deeper into her jacket.

  Shayne looked around with a puzzled expression on his face then checked his watch. “Damn it,” he exclaimed, dropping his bag on the ground. He ran a frustrated hand through his hair before grabbing his cell phone. After a moment, he closed it with a curse.

  “Problems?” she asked, with an arched eyebrow. Shayne ignored her. He acted as if he couldn’t wait to get away from her. He glared around the empty lot without responding. With the exception of the crew members, there wasn’t a lot of activity.

  She watched him as he had his temper tantrum. Then she snapped.

  For the hundredth time, she regretted the events of the night before. There wasn’t anyone to blame but herself. It was obvious he felt disgusted from being with her: the overweight woman who had all but begged him for sexual release. It didn’t take a genius to figure out he was looking for the best way to dump her off.

  The situation was unbearable for Anna. She wanted to be anywhere but there with him. She knew all of the fat jokes, and the terrible way men spoke of fat women. His standoffish manner made her feel so low inside that it was all she could do to not cry. She vowed to never be the desperate fat woman again. Shayne was the first man she'd kissed. The first man she'd gotten sexual with. He would also be the last.

  In the meantime, she wasn’t going to stand there waiting for the scraps he threw at her. Walking right up to his back, she crossed her arms and loudly cleared her throat. He continued to ignore her.