CarnalPromise (20 page)

“I know.” His breath brushed her ear. He fingered her
nipples then bent and suckled one in his mouth. His arm circled around her. She
came to her toes again as he pulled her to him. His free hand slid down the
front of her, into her skintight pants. His hand slipped deeper. He parted the
hairs of her mons then pressed a middle finger against her clit, guided it
deeper while using the other tips to close her nether lips around his
penetration.

The sensation rocketed her. She whimpered with the intense
pleasure and the anticipated climax that would come. “Mmmm.” Her head collapsed
against his neck. She let her uneven breath tease the underside of his ear.
“Not many men can move their fingers separately. As you said of me, you are very
talented, Beloved.”

He released a low chuckle against her skin, the warmth from
his mouth creating a sensual contrast against the cooler evening air. “I like
touching you, tasting you.”

He withdrew his finger and used the hand to push her slacks
farther down. He eased her onto her feet as his other hand reached into the
back of her waistband to assist in this task. She watched him, wondering what
would come next. “I want to see you naked.” His gruff voice had thickened with
coarse sound of sex.

He wanted her. And he would have her his way.

In moments, he had her pants down. Stepping on the inner
seam, he pulled her up and out of them.

The soft cloth slipped easily away and he held her over his
shoulder until the deed was done.

He eased her down his body again. Slow. Sensual. Her body
craved him as he hefted her rear against the railing. The pads of her feet
touched the deck as zephyr winds blew against her, touched her as if their
intent were the same as his, teasing her anus, strumming the cleft of her nether
lips and clit, circling her breasts and adoring them like a lover.

The feel of it about put her over the top—but not yet. She
needed him. Needed Drakkar to complete her.

Her mate’s hands hiked her shirt higher. Drakkar’s
fingertips oozed with sensuality, tormenting her already strained sex. Blood
rushed to her crotch. Her labia tingled, her clit pulsed. “By all that’s holy,
God’s teeth, Drakkar.”

He thumbed the tips of her breasts as he moved her arms. He
shoved the blouse upward then threw it to the deck.

Breathless, Jinn stared at Drakkar. The piercing gleam in
his eyes raked over every exposed piece of her flesh. She stood stark naked,
waiting. What would he do next?

A smile teased his mouth. His hands rested on his hips. The
ease of the move accented the wideness of his shoulders, his chest.

Exposed the strength of the man.

Yet it wasn’t just his physical might. Power emanated from
Drakkar’s inner being, a controlling yet compassionate essence that sought her,
encompassed her soul, and in this, some base instinct within Jinn reveled.

She sucked in a jagged breath. To an enemy, her mate was a
man to be reckoned with, but to her, in this moment, he was the one who would
complete her, be the one who would protect her when danger lurked.

He was her mate…dominant and desired.

She swallowed to subjugate her other thoughts on this,
wanting only to focus on the seduction that this man presented, the primal
sense of the ultimate joining that they would have. Her gaze deepened, delved
into his shadowed eyes as if drawn there, her mind mesmerized by his strength,
by the vulnerable sense of being so exposed with him—yet so safe.

Her chest heaved with each rapid breath, each anticipated,
hungered-for move he would make, but for moments, he only looked at her. Stared.
Studied each little piece of her as if memorizing her form.

The stripping from his gaze was more intoxicating than any
physical act would have been. The deep feral look in his eyes frightened yet
excited her at the same time.

Her nipples peaked. Hard and high. She felt them. Wanted to
rub them and ease her sweet suffering but the breeze and the forceful glare
Drakkar leveled said they were his. Only his.

The thought drove her wild. He would possess her. In this,
she knew he would.

And she could do nothing to prevent his taking.

Her head listed to the side. Her eyes fluttered shut but for
only a moment this time.

Drakkar growled low in his throat, a primeval sound that
announced his claim, his taking of her as his mate. He stepped to Jinn, grabbed
her legs and parted them, sidling in-between, grinding his hard cock against
her clit.

She whimpered and grasped the edges of his shirt, wanting
him as naked as she.

His lustful grin said he’d oblige. Drakkar grabbed the cloth
from her grip and ripped the shirt off him, flinging it away. Easing her legs
from him, he yanked his pants down and exposed his hard throbbing cock. The tip
jutted and wavered in the air. He eased to her, slow, like he wanted. Used his
thumbs to part her labia then let the tip lightly touch her sex, tease her
cunny with the pulsing motion of his penis.

She gulped, leaned against the railing to hold herself up.

Then he found mercy. Quickly Drakkar took her arms and
circled them around his neck. Grabbing her ass, he lifted her and wrapped her
legs around his hips as he set her onto the railing, controlling her as he did
so, not letting her shift her pussy onto his shaft.

“No.” She needed him, needed him to bury himself in her but
he was unwilling to yield.

“You will see how much you need me, need this. Tell me. Tell
me that you now know what it is to be bonded to me.” His hard breaths labored,
even as he spoke.

He pressed her. For his own purposes.

Yet she couldn’t help but crave him, an addiction she could
not contain.

“Mmmm.” She dropped her head against his chest.

“You will never leave me, Jinn,” he whispered in her ear,
his voice hoarse with contained desire. “You…see now…why.” He worked to utter
each strained word.

“Yes,” she admitted, driven by some deeply buried compulsion
in her soul, knowing it was the only way she could find relief. “I can’t. Leave
you. Need you Drakkar.”

He kissed her. Took possession of her mouth, her body.

Her soul.

In this moment, she was his, his alone. And he was hers.

He plunged his hard cock into her and ground his pubis
against her clit.

Pleasure’s surge shook her to the core. He pounded into her,
using that circular motion that stroked her clit and the luscious spots within.
Her vision darkened. Only the sense of his fucking her remained. Her nipples,
her clit and labia tingled, surged with blood.

In this, he had truly claimed her.

And she had given herself to him to do so.

The darkness broke. An exquisite light formed behind her
closed eyelids with each masterful stroke he took—and with each pass, with each
hard thrust, he sealed the pact, forced her understanding of their joining
higher until the wave of need, of ultimate desire crested in her.

She screamed with her orgasm. Clinched her vaginal muscles,
her labia—every sexual muscle she had around him, grabbing him, claiming him in
return.

He would not leave her. He could not. He was hers.

Her nails dug into his shoulders as she peaked. He followed
her, his heavy loud exhalations laboring through his parted lips, the groans,
the growls—the claiming and taking of a mate.
Primitive sounds
. From an
age before the ancestors.

That was the first sane thought that came to Jinn’s mind.
She had collapsed once more against him. The nubs of her breasts now brushed
the small hairs that ran down his torso as her chest heaved with the exerted
effort she needed to breathe.

Jinn swallowed and looked up at the man who held her with
inspired awe. There was nothing like this, and she knew within the deepest
recesses of her soul that she would not have a man like this again.

Drakkar’s eyes gleamed with his depth of need, the moonlight
reflected in them. His exhalations remained heavy as well, yet rhythmic as his
eyes plumbed her innermost desires. They gazed at each other, their views
locked. Words were not necessary. The understanding was clear—he would not be
without her. Ever. He would never leave her alone.

A small grin teased the corners of his mouth. “Welcome home,
Beloved,” his deep rich voice chimed.

She pressed her lips together but couldn’t prevent the smile
that radiated on her face as inside the comforting, peaceful warmth bloomed.

* * * * *

“You’re muddying up my floor.”

Without glancing his way, the deep yet sultry voice of the
woman accused him, yet Cassius knew what she wanted. The bitch only developed
the excuses to taunt him, trying to get laid. However it wouldn’t work. Without
Craddock here to play into her game and to watch the end result, Cassius need
not yield. “I’m here for Fenden. Not you or your depraved sexual appetite.”

“Humph.” The woman’s head snapped toward him. It was dark in
the recessed corner where she stood but with the acuity gained by Cassius’s
nanobyte-tech DNA, he could see her clearly—thigh-high black leather boots,
noir below-the-waist shorts that hugged her tight ass. The pants were buckled
with small clasps in a line from the waist to past her genitalia. Her
spaghetti-strapped crop top was black as well and showed her lean, sinewy
midriff, her broad, muscled shoulders and chest.

He sneered. The see-through top would be fine for a breeder
but Cassius knew she wasn’t of the fertile kind. Not anymore. Not with the
illicit drugs that she’d pumped into her body, ones that made her strength even
greater than an average man’s. Cassius squinted to sharpen his vision. The
woman had rouged her nipples. She must have been waiting for him.

Had Craddock contacted her? Cassius hoped not. The Svendian
ex-patriot wouldn’t use the normal technology. It was too easily detected, even
with the signal encryptions. And any tracer from the signal was a dead
giveaway. The man wouldn’t take the chance that a transmission, no matter how
weak, could be tracked.

But there were other, less modern ways.

The Renegade screwed her lips into a frown as her long
chestnut locks fell across her shoulders with the shake of her head. “I’m not
depraved. Not according to your kind.” Venom filled her spiteful words.

Cassius huffed. “You mean, from my Nyphosian side but even
in that you would be wrong. Shatz, forcing yourself on a multitude of whatever
species, putting yourself on display while doing so, and that’s not depraved by
you? With what you’ve done to yourself, you’re an anomaly of your people, which
is the only reason Craddock watches. It makes him feel superior.”

She sputtered but with that foul grin. “You know why I did
it. Besides,” she said, swaggering toward him, “I’ve had you enough times, even
though you were unwilling.” With her hands planted possessively on her hips,
she raked her gaze over him, from his boots to his head and down again. Her
perusal stopped at his crotch and she glided her wet tongue over her glistening
upper lip. “Craddock makes you. I know.”

She chuckled in that baritone voice of hers, the one caused
by the drugs. “Threatens you by ordering you to do something you don’t want to
do—then rescinds it after you’ve complied with my request.” She laughed,
sauntered behind him and ran a finger over the crest of his shoulders. “He
wants to see me. He likes to watch so I make him force you, just so he can have
the pleasure of seeing us go at it. Besides, you know how my drive is. If I
don’t get laid, I get…” She shrugged. “Hey, I miss the guy. It was fun watching
him get his rocks off through us. It put me in control. A lowly Vulgarian.” She
stood on her toes. Although he didn’t look at her, he knew she did, otherwise
she wouldn’t have gotten so close to his ear. “You have him convinced they’ll
find him, don’t you?”

He did and he didn’t want Craddock to know that. Keeping the
ex-headmaster in the dark put Cassius much more in the loop. He needed the
information that the position brought to achieve his ends.

She brushed her large tit against his arm as she circled
around him, running the sculpted tips of her fingers along his body. When she
got in front of him, she snuggled her frame against his and scraped her now
deviant cunt against his dick. With an indolent pout, she gazed at his face
from under her lengthened lowered lashes. “Besides,” she scraped her nails
against his ribs and across his chest, “I like the way you feel in me.” She
stood on tiptoes again and blew against his earlobe. “I think you like it too.
You like my body.” Her words hissed from her lips like a snake.

Cassius growled. It was true. He had gotten a small amount
of pleasure from fucking her. At least the first time because it was an act he
chose, but the event was more in the sexual relief area, not because of any
yearning for her. Given the choice, he would have found someone else but this
woman had been available at the time. Yet after that? With Craddock involved,
the interludes they had were more of a pony show than anything. Craddock knew
that the acts demeaned Cassius, which was something the shatz tried to do as
often as possible.

Cassius gritted his teeth as he worked to keep any emotion,
however slim, from showing. He was sick of the perverted bastard and wanted
desperately to have some semblance of a normal, peaceful life but there was
nothing to be done about the situation until his quest was done.

A vision of Rurik’s daughter obtrusively entered his head
but Cassius quickly squashed it. There was no room now for thoughts of Mercedes
or what she would think if she knew of all he had done. Besides, a woman like
her was unreachable by him. He would never have her. Someday she would find a
mate and would take her rightful place in the Svendian world. That was a
reality he needed to remember.

Sneering at the woman in front of him and partly at himself
for the acts he’d been forced into in the past, Cassius ran his thumb down the
witch’s cheek then grasped her chin. Hard. But he knew she barely felt it. Her
now corrupted body was too far gone. “You know I claim my Vulgarian ancestry.
And you’re a Vulgarian by blood, no matter what else you’ve done to yourself.
You do things that aren’t influenced by your genetics. And those things, to
your people, are depraved. I don’t want anything to do with you.”