A Wanton's Thief (11 page)

“Oh, Salena…you are so irresistible, so very gorgeous.” He reached around and cupped her breasts with tender care. Lazily, he rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Shatters of desire burst out and downward turning into a slow trickle of flowing need between her legs. Languid bliss washed through her. Her body felt weightless cradled within the hot wetness of the pool and in the circle of his arms. Unable to help herself, she allowed her head to drop back against his shoulder. Above her, snowflakes fluttered down cold and quiet. But beneath the surface of this heaven he’d brought her to, it seemed lava churned around her, the eye of that volcano stationed directly behind her.

“I…I think…that you are irresistible, as well.”

One hand shot up to cup her jaw. He turned her face so that she had to strain her head around to look into his smoldering eyes. “If you continue to say things like that, milady, I cannot be held responsible for my actions.”

His mouth came down on hers in a warm loving swoop. He held her face in place, his other hand kneading at one breast. A heavy ache bloomed there, soaking down into her womb. She tasted passion edged with a dangerous yearning that was, indeed, irresistible. His long tongue explored her eager mouth, sucking the desire from her. It didn’t take long for him to move on to new territory. He released her bosom and she felt the long stroke of his palm moving lower. The trek wavered from side to side, as if he couldn’t decide what part of her body he wished to conquer. Her belly fluttered with anticipation when the pressure slid down her right rib cage, across her navel to her left hip.

He dragged one fingertip from her pelvic bone diagonally to the mound of her curls. The swirl of that digit around her clitoris caused her mouth to tear from his.

“Oh, God.” Panting, Salena struggled to keep her eyes open. Focusing on the snowflakes, she watched as they fell upon the water’s surface and instantly dissolved into the heat. Just like her body seemed to be melting into his. The hand that had been holding her jaw captive swooped down and gripped her chest. With a firm grasp on the swell of one breast, he slammed her flush against his arousal. Falcon ground her ass into his hard cock and flickered his finger over her nub simultaneously.

When he sank two fingers into her passage, she didn’t even notice the tenderness his earlier lovemaking had left behind. How could she perceive pain when pleasure seemed to envelop her in such a delicious carnal fog? Salena didn’t know where her own hot juices ended and the steaming water began. He pumped her like he had with his cock only hours ago.

No longer could she keep her feet on the pool’s bottom surface. Her legs floated up and it seemed to be Falcon’s cue to make a change. He yanked his fingers from inside her and swirled her around in the water to face him.

“Put your arms around my neck and your legs around my waist and hold on real tight, darling.”

She obeyed, nearly sighing when the tip of his shaft speared her hole. Salena throbbed with the urgent need to be fully penetrated. His chest pressed warm and unyielding against hers. His hands did wondrous kneading things to her rear making her shiver and perspire all at once. Bloody hell, this man tempted her beyond reason!

“Falcon…I…I need it again.”

“Ah, Salena.” His eyes glittered like emeralds through the holes in the black mask, as if the gems were cradled in rich black velvet. His breath came out in anxious puffs of white, so like she imagined a dragon’s might in those folklores she’d heard. “I fear there is no turning back. At my first taste of your charms, I was utterly smitten. I warn you, you will not be getting free of me anytime soon.”

It was said with such conviction, such emotion, that it nearly brought tears to her eyes—nearly. It wouldn’t do to succumb and surrender her heart to his dangerous wizardry. Instead, she pushed through the steam and slammed her mouth into his, drinking in the sweet flavor of him. Not seconds later, with his mouth still sealed to hers, he lifted her hips and drove her down upon his cock. She moaned and took him all in, her ankles locking just above his buttocks. Caught up in his expert rhythm, she could have sworn she heard a groan from somewhere afar. But she couldn’t open her eyes. All she wanted was to wrap herself around him, to be completely consumed by Falcon Montague and the soothing waters that surrounded them.

The corded muscles in his arms tightened around her waist as he lifted her up and down, stroking himself with her tight wetness. Brief spurts of cold air battered her skin cooling the unbearable heat of her passion each time her wet flesh broke the surface. Hot curls of ecstasy simmered deep within her cunt and she could almost feel it again, the bliss that he could so easily gift her with.

Salena inhaled catching the scent of snow and cedar upon the breeze. Once again, she heard the moan from afar. Almost to the brink of sweet insanity, she slowly opened her eyes and glanced over Falcon’s shoulder.

And there he was.

John…standing on the boulder near Warrior with his codpiece shoved down below his sac and his shaft in his hand. Snow fell upon him, but he seemed not to notice, seemed transfixed by what he saw in the steam-topped carnal waters below. The sight of him made her gasp with both discomfiture and stunned pleasure. Her pussy spasmed, soaking Falcon’s cock with a new gush of honey. John was an enormous man with an enormous organ—there was no mistaking it now. The name of
Little
just did not fit him, especially not at this aroused moment, she thought.

Unable to help herself, she allowed her gaze to rake over him, even as Falcon continued to bounce her upon his penis. John’s body emitted utter animal power. He stood with his legs planted apart, his braies taut over muscular thighs. From the distance, his hair appeared almost blue-black in the gray light of the storm as it fluttered over brawny shoulders. The unusual color and texture of his hair made her think of the descriptions she’d heard about those supposed “savages” across the ocean in the New World. The very thought of this wild “native” even so much as laying eyes upon her naked body made her groan with naughty eagerness. He wore a feathered woodman’s cap much like Falcon’s, but it did not hide the shoulder-length hair. And since he wore no mask, the blue intensity of his pale eyes against the bronze skin had the power to soak her with both his cold indifference and hot passion.

To watch and be watched while in such an intimate position…it brought to the surface a beastly, feral side of herself she did not know existed. As if addicted to some courtly, delectable concoction, her gaze drank of him while her body drowned in Falcon’s talented touch.

“You will love it when he finally joins us, angel.” He traced the curve of her neck with his tongue. Little sparks of hot exploding stars rained over her flesh and fanned the flames he’d already ignited. “Four big hands instead of two—” he found her asshole under the water and outlined its tightness, “—a score of fingers instead of ten, two cocks—” he drove deeper into her, “—instead of just one.”

She gulped a cold burst of air into her scorching lungs. Release loomed ever nearer. Her entire pelvic area throbbed with a heavy ache that was both maddening and delicious. “How…how did you know he was there?”

“You mean do my powers include eyes in the back of my head?” He chuckled and sank that single long finger into her rear. She cried out, shocked by the fiery delight that such a forbidden taboo could provide her. It moved her closer to impending release. Panting, she loosened her muscles and let his finger all the way in, frantic now to be filled everywhere.

Unable to resist the sight of John performing that primitive act while Falcon drove her to new heights, Salena’s eyes moved back to the bank where he stood. Bombarded by so many overwhelming pleasures at once, her vision blurred and the orgasm reached out and stroked her for a brief moment. It receded when Falcon removed the finger.

“No,” he went on. And he teased the outside of her hole again making her groin muscles tighten with need. “I sensed your changes and read your wanton thoughts, felt you get wetter and more desperate in your quest for that much-needed gratification. And since I already expected him…”

He turned in the water so that their profiles faced John. Salena’s first reaction was to shrink from sight, to protect her bare breasts from the pair of rabid gazes that devoured her. But she was simply too far gone. Temptation won out.

“I—I can’t do this. You can’t…oh,
God
!” The orgasm gripped her at the exact moment she saw the thick white fluid squirt from the tip of John’s cock. His eyes remained on her as they rode together on a hot, steamy wave of bliss. Falcon’s release came only seconds following her guttural moan. It seemed the three of them sang a song in unison, a song of complete and expressive pleasure.

Her eyelids closed shut allowing the last crest to wash through her. She shivered trying to force the regret away so that it would not taint what had just occurred. Falcon gripped her with desperation, raining kisses over her mouth, her nose and cheeks, her neck and shoulders. She sighed pulling him closer so she could lay her head upon his shoulder. As she did so, she gradually opened her eyes to allow herself one more look at John before slipping back into the bitterness of her reality.

But he was gone. “Where…where did he go?” She heard the disappointment in her voice and prayed it hadn’t sounded as pathetic to Falcon.

He didn’t even glance up. His hands lazily massaged her back and rear. Holding her tight, he said, “Back to camp, of course.”

Relief flooded her stomach. She didn’t wish to face him so soon. Even if a ride into their encampment took another partial hour, it would be minutes she would not have to face the man.

“So fast? After…?”

Falcon let out a low rumble of delight. “Recall he’s also immortal. John possesses powers of invisible movement. He can disappear at the blink of an eye and travel at incomprehensible speeds in that form. No doubt, he is already back with the others.”

Lifting her from his shaft, he kissed her mouth, pressing his soft lips against hers time and time again. It warmed her heart, despite the cold of realism setting in. Pulling away, she shrieked, “Invisible? Why, you must be crazy. That’s simply ridiculous!”

“In the same manner my mind-control powers are ridiculous? Nay, princess,” he said blandly as he walked toward the stairs with her still wrapped about him. “‘Tis naught but truths I speak.”

She dropped her forehead to his shoulder as he stepped up onto the first stair. “I must be in a strange dream. I’m still lying in my bed, I’m still lying in my bed, I’m still—”

“To repeat it will not make it so. ‘Tis no dream, Salena.”

And to prove the bitter reality of it, he climbed the rocky steps and carried her from the water. Icy winds assaulted her warmed flesh. The wet ends of her long hair plastered to her back and froze. She inhaled a lungful of protest. “Oh…oh, it’s so c-cold.”

But she soon found out he wouldn’t make her suffer much longer. His hands went up and swirled through the falling snow. A funnel of warm air wound around each of them. Salena savored the sensation of drying flesh and hair, and the warmth of her clothes suddenly tucked around her.

Falcon grinned wolfishly, now dry and fully clothed, as well. “Another little talent I possess.”

She glanced down at her cloak and back up at him. “And why didn’t you just do that the first time?”

“The first time?”

“Aye, thief.” Her blood was starting to boil, only this time it had nothing to do with his hot magic hands. “Last eve when my garments were soaked. You took me to the stable room at the inn to get them dry.”

“Ah.” He spanned his large hands around her waist and lifted her up onto Warrior’s back. “You must be referring to when your clothing became soaked due to your lame attempt at escape.”

“Oh!” How was it that he had such a flair for getting her dander up only a minute after pleasuring her? She glared down at him. “That is because your fight against me is unfair,
master
.”

“Unfair?” He mounted behind her this time. Warmth enveloped her as he encircled her with his arms and took the reins in one hand. The other hand nestled against her rib cage beneath her breasts. Something about that gesture made her feel safe and secure…secure with a bandit, of all things. The thought of it further fueled her ire and confusion.

He spun the horse about and took out across the edge of the clearing. Soon, they detoured onto a forest path. “How so is it unfair?”

“It does not take a brilliant scholar to understand it, Montague,” she threw over her shoulder as they galloped along. “Your sorcery is unfair. Without it, you would have lost and I would have escaped you long ago. You and I both know it.”

He merely grunted his disagreement.

“You did not answer my question. The one regarding why you did not just fling your magical hands about and dry me and my garments the first time.”

“Simple, my love. Because I needed a good excuse to strip your cumbersome skirts from you. And because due to the type of immortal I am, my soul must release through sexual delights in order to strengthen the very powers I’ve used over you.”

They entered a denser area of woods. She could detect the scent of burning logs. “So if you were to be deprived of fornication for a long period, you would be powerless?”

“Aye.”

“And if you do what…John was doing?”

“Self-pleasure? Masturbation?”