Warrior

by Rose Wynters

  Chapter 8

  SHAYNE ROUNDED THE corner, taking the scene in with one glance. The moon illuminated the two people pressed against the brick wall. Unaware or uncaring of any observers, Ian ripped off Anna's panties and dropped them to the ground.

  “You son of a bitch,” Shayne yelled, tearing off in their direction. The two were lost in their heated moment of passion, not even stirring at his roar of rage. Anna was wild and frenzied, which enraged him even more.

  Reaching Ian, he grabbed him by the shoulder and spun him around. His massive fist connected with his face. Ian landed with his pants around his ankles, several feet away.

  Ian's dick and balls were exposed to the world, still hard and pulsating. Shayne grimaced. There was something really awkward about fighting a man in his condition. However, Ian had made his bed. Shayne started to follow after him when he felt something grab his right arm.

  Anna attached her body to his, rubbing her breasts against his hard chest. He tried to shake her off, but she snaked her arms around his neck. “Get the fuck off of me,” he said, never taking his eyes off of Ian. “I’m not done with your lover yet.”

  Ian raised his head with a groan and a confused expression on his face. Renewed anger ran through Shayne. He reached up to yank Anna's arms from his neck. As much as he desired her, she was ready to fuck another man, the same night she'd almost fucked him.

  Anna looked up at him, her eyes dazed with need. “It didn't take you long to move on, did it?” he growled. She didn't respond. He pushed her back with one arm and stalked over to Ian. He wasn’t done with him yet.

  Bending over, Shayne yanked the dazed man from the ground. As soon as he stood, Anna wrapped her arms around him, from behind. Her hand slid down his front as she cupped him through his pants. “Fuck me,” she breathed, in a low, husky voice, against his back.

  Shayne paused, stunned at her persistence. Anna's fingers moved to his button as she attempted to unfasten his pants. Despite his rage and anger, he could feel his body stirring. What the fuck was happening?

  A loud commotion behind them drew his attention. Turning his head, he caught sight of Arch walking down the alleyway. His hand was wrapped around a woman’s arm, as she struggled to get free. It was futile. There was nothing on Earth that could free itself from Arch's grasp, not if the angel didn't want it to.

  With a disgusted sigh, Shayne dropped Ian back to the ground. Pushing Anna aside, Shayne walked to Arch. His expression was grim as he wondered what the hell would happen next.

  The woman’s struggles didn’t faze Arch at all. “Good evening,” he called out, in pleasant voice. He sounded like they were meeting for tea. “Sorry I’m late, but as you can see, I had a little situation.”

  “Let me go, Arch,” the woman demanded. She glared at Arch, as she twisted and attempted to get free. Her dark eyes flashed in Shayne's direction, and he realized it was Nastassia.

  Arch chuckled, as he looked at Anna and Ian. “It looks like you have a little situation too.”

  Shayne spun around. He had completely forgotten about the pair. Unfortunately, they were embracing again. “Shit,” he muttered, looking back at Arch. Arch shrugged.

  “Aren't you going to stop them? What in the hell is going on here?” Shayne roared, deciding to take action as he ran over to the writhing couple on ground. They were so hot for each other, they were willing to fuck on the ground in front of everyone. Uncontrollable rage shot through him at how quickly he had been duped. He wasn't sure how much longer he could remain in control of his emotions.

  As he pulled them apart, it was all he could do to not pummel Ian’s face into the ground. He didn’t think Arch would appreciate it, though. Ian shook his head and groaned. For the first time, Shayne really looked at him and saw how groggy he appeared to be.

  Anna wrapped herself around Shayne again, and he had no choice but to stand up and hold her. She looked up at him and said, “I want you in me. Now.” Her plump lips nibbled at his neck, as she ran her hands across his body.

  “I want you so bad I can’t think,” she continued, in a husky voice. Her hands were everywhere, and Shayne realized she wasn’t the same woman he knew. He shot a puzzled look at Arch, a suspicion starting to take root deep in his mind.

  “Enough of this,” Arch said, snapping his fingers. Shayne sighed. It was about time the angel decided to use the celestial powers he'd been gifted with.

  Ian sat up on the ground, rubbing his swollen face. Although he looked confused, his eyes were clear. “Were we attacked?” he asked, leaping to his feet. As he did, he realized his pants were around his ankles. Looking embarrassed, he quickly yanked them up.

  Arch pulled Nastassia forward. “You were attacked, all right,” he said, grimly.

  Everyone but Anna looked at Nastassia for an explanation, but she simply crossed her arms and glared back at them, without replying.

  “Nastassia decided to drug your drinks with an aphrodisiac,” Arch explained. “One that works on immortals.” He glanced at Shayne and gave him a nod of acknowledgment. “Good thing you got here in time.”

  Shayne was stunned. It was a sobering thought to think that one of their own would turn against another endurer like that. He looked at Anna and realized what the consequences of Nastassia's actions would have done to her, had he not arrived when he did.

  With steely cold eyes, Shayne glared at Nastassia. “You selfish bitch,” he said. They all knew she held a grudge because Ian had rejected her. “You would exploit an innocent woman just because you got dumped?”

  He held Anna gently in his arms. All of his rage faded instantly from his body, as he fully understood the situation. It was hard to think, though, with her hands working busily to free his dick. He shuddered when he thought of what could have happened. After hundreds of years, he had found the woman he wanted to spend an eternity with, but he seemed to perpetually mess it up.

  Ian watched them all with a stunned expression on his face. Shayne winced when he saw how swollen his cheek was, but he quickly shrugged it off. At least Ian had finally come to his senses.

  “You whoremonging bastard, “ Nastassia screamed, her eyes wild with rage. She pointed her finger at Ian. “I’m nowhere near done with you.” She tried again to yank her arm free. “Let me go, Arch, so I can finish what Shayne started.”

  Arch rolled his eyes and then explained, “Our friend here, and I use that term very loosely, heard about Anna. When she spotted them in the club tonight, she made a decision to sprinkle their drinks with a potent aphrodisiac. She figured you would find them and beat the hell out of Ian, and that would have given her a great satisfaction. She then planned to take advantage of the obvious reaction he experienced from the aphrodisiac, after you left. Obviously she didn’t consider the consequences of her deeds,” Arch said. “She will, though.” The expression on his face promised serious retribution for her actions.

  He inclined his head toward Anna. “Take her home and keep her there. The effects should wear off within the next several hours. Until then, she won’t be herself. Remember that and act accordingly,” he warned Shayne, giving him a serious look.

  Anna and Shayne found themselves in his room, tumbling into his bed. He quickly rolled over, taking his weight off of her body. He briefly wondered about Ian and Nastassia, and what Arch would do with the two of them. It sucked to be Arch, at least at the moment.

  The thought quickly fled his mind, though, as Anna placed her knees on each side of his hips and lowered herself down on his crotch. He could feel the heat of her as she ground on him. Leaning over, she placed her lips on his neck and bit him.

  “Oh baby, you’re killing me,” Shayne groaned softly, in regret. He couldn’t take her when she wasn’t in full control of her senses. His hands moved soothingly across her back. There was no way he was going to survive the night.

  Anna threw her head back and rubbed herself vigorously against him. Her hair trailed across his thighs as her breasts pressed invitingly against he
r shirt. She yanked it off and reached behind her, undoing her bra. Her full breasts bounced, her nipples hard and aching to be kissed. In his entire lifetime, he'd never seen a more arousing sight.

  “Shayne, I burn,” she said, huskily. Her hands cupped her breasts and pushed them together, as she used her fingers to play with her nipples. Her body writhed across his cock in a sensuous dance, the friction making him spark and burn.

  “I’m going to orgasm,” she said, right before she screamed in release. He grimaced, straining to hold his own back. He now knew what blue balls felt like. How did men survive it?

  Anna rolled off of him and collapsed against the bed. She quickly wiggled her skirt off and threw it on the floor. He groaned again when he realized she was wearing thigh highs. Her knees fell apart, and he watched as she slid her hands over her stomach and towards her sex.

  His body burned with lust, and he was curious to see what she would do next. Anna was his and his alone. She was a virgin born with an ingrained sensuality that even the best whore could never duplicate.

  Nothing turned him on more.

  Her nether lips were a deep red from friction, the surface smooth and satiny. His mouth watered for a taste. He slid down until his face was between her legs.

  Anna hooked a finger on each side. Spreading her lips wide, she watched him with desire in her eyes. The drug would keep her body primed until it eventually wore off.

  Shayne took her firmly with his mouth. His practiced tongue worked every inch of her. He growled as he tasted her and claimed her. His woman would never want, not as long as he was around.

  Several hours passed, as Shayne pleasured her repeatedly with his tongue and fingers. He couldn’t get enough of her, but he refused to allow her to pleasure him. Instead, he brought himself to orgasm, with his face buried between her legs.

  BY DAWN, THE DRUG STARTED to wear off, as she returned to herself. The frantic need for release had finally left her. Anna sighed in relief, as the control of her body came back to her. Her memories of the night before were completely clear, and she was relieved to find she didn’t feel ill. She was satisfied, though.

  Shayne looked at her face and saw the change. “Welcome back,” he said, wryly. He ran a gentle hand down her cheek. “Would you like a drink?”

  She nodded a yes, blushing as she pulled the sheet over her body. He jumped up and padded out of the room naked. She couldn’t believe the way they'd spent their night. They might not be able to get along anywhere else, but in bed, they were fantastic.

  Anna ran a hand over her hair, attempting to smooth it down. It was hopeless, as she realized her hand wouldn’t do the job. It needed to be washed as soon as possible, and she was embarrassed for Shayne to see her looking so ratty.

  Now that her mind was clear, she realized she owed him a lot of gratitude. He had saved her from making a huge mistake. If it wasn’t for Shayne, she would have given her virginity to someone else, all because of a stupid drug. She was horrified and saddened by how close she’d come to losing everything.

  Another man would have taken advantage of her, but Shayne hadn’t. He had put her needs and wants first, even above his own. She closed her eyes for a moment as she remembered him stroking himself to orgasm, over and over again. It was the hottest sight she had ever seen. It was extremely erotic to know she had turned him on to that kind of extent.

  She let out a small giggle as she snuggled down into the pillows. Had she ever felt this happy or at peace with her body? Anna couldn't believe how much good had come out of so much bad.

  Shayne came back through the door, carrying two cans of ice-cold soda. His body was so amazing that Anna couldn’t decide if he looked better coming or going. He was a perfect ten, either way.

  “WAS THAT A GIGGLE I heard?” Shayne asked, arching an eyebrow as he teased her. He opened one of the cans before handing it to her. “You are looking mighty pleased with yourself this morning,” he said with a grin. His smile widened as he noticed the blush across her cheekbones.

  He took a long drink of his soda. Everything was perfect. He could feel her eyes on him, and he fought back a fist pump as he realized he had made major progress with her. It was almost enough to thank Nastassia for. Almost.

  He hopped back into the bed with Anna. Gently grasping her chin, he turned her to face him. “Thank you for a wonderful night,” he said softly, before taking her mouth with his. She kissed him back eagerly for a moment before pulling back. She let her face fall forward, her hair hiding her expression.

  “It was only wonderful because you took an awful situation and turned it around, Shayne,” she said, her voice trembling. “I can’t ever express how grateful I am to you for arriving when you did and not taking advantage of the situation.”

  He gently moved her hair back over her shoulder so he could see her face. She raised her hand and wiped at her cheeks. “Hey now,” he said. “Let’s not have any of that.”

  Shayne thought of a way to make her laugh. “I wonder how Ian is feeling this morning. Especially after being knocked out cold, with his pants down around his ankles.”

  He burst out laughing as he remembered the dumbfounded look on Ian's face when he’d come to. It was definitely a story he’d have to share with the other guys. Ian would never live it down, and it would probably take him days, if not weeks to show his face again.

  Holding his sides and wiping the tears of laughter from his eyes, Shayne looked over at Anna and was relieved to see a giant smile on her face.

  He pulled her against his chest. “Anna, no one could have controlled what happened,” he said, in a serious voice. “Even knowing you were both drugged, though, I don’t know if I could have forgiven Ian had he had sex with you. I don’t share what’s mine, ever.”

  Just the thought of her with another man made his blood boil. He'd already realized what she meant to him, how precious and dear she was to his heart. He broke out in a cold sweat thinking about the millions of things that could happen to her. Shayne grimaced. Love was hell.

  He ran his hand reassuringly up and down her arm, as they lie together, enjoying the moment. He never thought he’d meet a woman who was his all. Nothing was more important than she was to him. He’d spend the rest of his life doing whatever it took to make her love him as well. He wasn't the type of man to believe in love at first sight. However, Anna had changed his mind.

  “Shayne,” she said, her breath warm against his chest. “Do you remember asking me why they were after me?” He nodded his head.

  “I have a good idea,” she said, with a sigh. Shayne could see her reluctance, and he knew it wasn’t a memory she wanted to rehash, but it was necessary.

  Anna's eyes met his. “Jesse was a guy I met and dated for a while. He was my first boyfriend. The only boyfriend I've had. I was young and inexperienced, and I really believed he cared about me, even though there were warning signs. I ignored them, though, until I couldn't ignore them anymore. One night, he invited me over to the lodge they had rented... .” She stumbled through the story, telling it as matter-of-fact as possible. Shayne respected her for doing so; it was a difficult story to relive.

  “The bastards,” he growled, his voice laced with anger. He vowed to make them pay. “Whenever demons are involved, it's never pretty. But I didn't realize Jesse had made it so—personal. We're going to get him. It's just a matter of time.”

  Her story had filled in the missing parts for him, in more ways than one. Shayne's body was tight with tension. He forced himself to relax. He didn't want to scare her.

  “Anna,” he said gently, determined to repair some of the damage that had been done. “I’ve been alive for centuries, and I’ve never wanted any woman the way I want you.” He tilted her face up and kissed her deeply, then murmured, “I only want you for you. You can bank on that.”

  She nodded her head, and he pulled her back against him. They fell asleep that way, his mind already planning the night ahead. He wanted to make it a night for her to remember, a
nd if he were really lucky, he’d find himself in her bed at the end of it.

  THAT EVENING, ANNA awoke to see a white gift box across the foot of the bed, with a note taped to it. It was from Shayne. After quickly reading it, she jumped up and opened the box. Inside was a black sequined evening dress and undergarments, all in her size. Holding the dress to her, she ran to the mirror to look.

  She only had an hour before Shayne returned. Determined to make herself as gorgeous as possible, she set off for the shower. She couldn’t control her size, but she could pamper and groom herself to the best of her ability.

  A knock sounded on the door, exactly at seven. Anna gave herself a final inspection in the mirror. Her hair was side swept and hung down her back in ringlets. The neckline was cut low, exposing a huge amount of her breasts. The dress molded to her wide hips, leaving nothing to imagination. It ended a few inches above her knees, and it had a sexy slit running up her right thigh. The dress was beautiful, and she hoped Shayne would be pleased with the results.

  She opened the door and immediately lost her breath. Shayne stood before her, dressed in a black tuxedo that looked to be created only for his amazing physique. In his arms, he carried another gift box.

  “I wanted you to have this,” he said, as she took it with a smile. His eyes ran down her body. “None of the gifts can begin to compare to you, though. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

  For a moment, Anna forgot about everything but him, as she stared at him in wonderment. Since the moment they'd met, Shayne never ceased to surprise her.

  Opening the large box, she gasped at the gorgeous black wrap. It, too, was sequined with a thin fringe, perfectly setting off her dress. He pulled her to the mirror. It only took seconds for him to place the wrap around her body. His eyes met hers in the mirror, warm and soft as he looked at her.

  “It’s so beautiful,” she said, her voice tight with emotion. Shayne treated her in a way that she never dreamed possible. Running a hand along the fabric, she thought of how considerate and attentive he was. He made her feel like a princess.