Secrets of a Reckless Princess (8 page)

After all, she had been born and bred a princess of Anasta, so he wasn’t surprised she wished to control what happened next, but still relief washed over him. Damon was just glad her decision was the one he wanted so desperately.

“By all means.” He grinned and took a seat, settling into it, trying to ignore his prominent, throbbing erection. One arm draped over the back of the chair, he gazed at her steadily. “Show me.”

Slowly she reached up and unhooked the jeweled clip at her shoulder. Then she eased the material downward, exposing one perfect, pink-tipped breast. The very one he’d touched. His testicles tightened.

Then, just to torture him, she turned around and unfastened the other clip. The gown slid downward, the graceful curve of her spine and flawless purity of her back revealed bit by bit, and Damon groaned out loud.

Jayla laughed in a light breathless sound. Kartel, he saw, was also riveted as the material slid past her hips and the smooth mounds of her buttocks to fall at her feet. The veil of her pale hair brushed those enticing curves. For a moment, though nude, she didn’t turn to face them but looked back over her shoulder. “Take off your clothes,” she commanded.

Normally he didn’t follow orders very readily, but in this case…

“Yes, your royal highness,” he said mockingly. Damon obediently stood and disrobed with swift, efficient movements, stifling a groan as he eased his pants over his stiff, throbbing penis.

He needed her. He’d always needed her. Kartel merely watched them, his expression both interested and faintly amused.

Then, Jayla turned around. Damon knew she was beautiful, but he had to admit his breath caught in his throat, and if possible, he hardened even more. As children they’d quarreled and played together. As adults, everything had changed.

Long, graceful legs, a slim waist, firm, high breasts, that halo of shining hair…she was a perfect female, or at least in his opinion she was fashioned exactly as he wanted. The cleft between her legs was bare, and he couldn’t wait to touch, to taste, to join with her and feel the exquisite tightness of her around his aching cock.

He was as bad at patience as he was at taking orders. In two strides he was close enough to sweep her up into his arms, ignoring her small inarticulate sound of outrage as he stalked through the doorway. He gave his surroundings a cursory glance—he hadn’t been in her private sleeping quarters since they were much younger—and deposited her on the bed. He followed her down, pinning her to the bed with his much larger body though he kept his weight carefully balanced. One finger traced the lower curve of her lip as he stared into her green eyes. “I always wondered what I’d say at this moment.”

“Something irritating no doubt.” Jayla teased, but she ran a hand over his shoulder in a slow journey of her fingers that was both a caress and a tentative exploration. “You have a knack for it.”

He had to smile. “What if I told you that I dream about you all the time? Wet dreams, naturally.”

“I’d say I’m glad I’m not the one who changes the bedding in your quarters.” Jayla spoke tartly, but her cheeks had taken on a flush of excitement and, against his bare chest, her breasts were tight.

One of the things he loved about her was her sense of humor even in the face of being raised in an environment where protocol was strictly enforced. “Hmm,” he said noncommittally, lowering his head, “they are very wicked dreams.” He licked her lower lip. “Shall I show you how to be very, very wicked, Jay?”

“That sounds interesting,” Kartel drawled in his even voice.

Damon glanced up and saw the new consort of Anasta unfastening his tunic. He was also obviously aroused, the bulge in his pants evident. Damon smiled darkly. “Absolutely. Let’s make this a night she’ll remember forever.”

* * * *

There were two of them, much larger, both imposingly male. Jayla was glad she’d accepted from her cousin a lozenge that Delia told her would not only enhance the sexual experience but also ease any discomfort from her earlier experience with Marc. She’d inserted it into her vaginal passage when she’d excused herself, anticipating another joining. Even now, she felt warm and wet between her legs and a sort of fierce inner excitement that both startled and intrigued her.

They knew what to do and she was a novice—that point was not arguable. But she’d enjoyed it when Damon had kissed her, and even more when Marc had coaxed from her body that remarkable physical pleasure, and the idea of both of them touching her made a shiver run up her spine.

Marc with his compelling charisma, and Damon with his intense passion. Two very different males, who would be undoubtedly very different lovers.

The hard length of Damon’s cock rubbed suggestively against her hip as he took her lips in another one of those devastating kisses. His tongue pressed deep into her mouth, his long-fingered hands tangling in her hair, and when he shifted more fully on top of her, his knees parted her thighs.

“Relax and let me in,” he whispered against her mouth, and she felt the inexorable nudge of his cock at her feminine opening. His entry was slow and restrained, very un-Damon, and a soft groan accompanied the moment when he sheathed himself fully inside her.

He was every bit as large as Marc, and the intimate possession was marvelous, especially with the lubricant and aphrodisiac in the capsule she’d used. Jayla pressed the small of his back, as if it would bring them even closer, lifting her hips. “Oh.”

“We’re together,” he said in a hoarse whisper, his dark eyes glittering under half-lowered lids. “Tied to each other forever, Jay. It’s never felt like this before because it’s you, and it’s me, and somehow I always knew one day…”

He trailed off and she wished she could tell him she’d known it too, because she had, but instead she squirmed a little, the need for him to move banishing all thoughts of poignant introspection.

That would have to come later, when he wasn’t deep inside her, when her body didn’t need sexual culmination. “Damon, do something,” she implored, arching beneath him.

“Kartel must be rubbing off on you,” he muttered, “because you just read my mind.”

He began to move, a slow withdrawal first, the backward slide of his sex making her quiver, and then the inward thrust where they both closed their eyes. Damon’s arms were braced on either side of her shoulders. Intoxicated by sensation, she inhaled both the musky scent of lovemaking and the masculine tang from his damp skin and moaned in pure erotic enjoyment.

With every thrust she moved higher, rapturous tingles turning into a haze of pleasure that held her spellbound until finally she soared free, clinging to Damon as he shuddered, his cock flexing inside her as he poured out his release and groaned her name.

In the aftermath, she ran her fingers through the tousled silk of his ebony hair, murmuring, “You weren’t too annoying just now, I suppose.”

His cock was still deep inside her and Damon lifted his head to give her a lazy grin. “I’ll have to try
harder
next time.”

“Or give me a chance.” A deep voice suggested.

In the drift of post-coital bliss, she’d all but forgotten about Marc.

Her husband now by law, her consort, and her first lover. A male generous enough—and wise enough—to gift her time with Damon. Jayla turned her head and saw he reclined on the bed next to them, propped on one elbow, a faint, attractive smile on his mouth. Nude, his muscled chest wide and hard, his erection prominent, he was just as magnificent a specimen as Damon, and a good deal more of an enigma. While she understood Damon’s reckless, stubborn brilliance, she had yet to explore Marc’s complex personality.

Damon rolled off of her, the loss of his withdrawal mitigated by the sudden gathering of her lax body into the arms of the male lying next to her. Marc whispered in her ear, his breath warm and mesmerizing, “You are incomparably beautiful in your pleasure, Princess.”

His chest was hard, strong, and lower, he was clearly infinitely aroused, his erection rigid and pulsing. Sated, she still felt an odd stirring. “I’m glad you think so.”

“I like watching you come.” He nibbled impudently on her earlobe, causing a shiver to run up her spine.

Damon was dangerous enough. Could she handle another such volatile male? “I’ll do my best to please you,” she said with as much asperity as she could summon in the aftermath of such erotic splendor.

“I’m not sure you have to do much of anything.” His grin was lazy, as was the drift of his hand through her disordered hair. “Your beauty alone would arouse any male, and I like your fiery abandon, my Princess.”

More often she was described as cool and aloof and she found she liked his different perception. More than that, she was aware of Damon, watching them.

It was inexplicably exciting.

As was what happened next. Marc shifted over her, his kiss possessive, yet tender at the same time, and as he slid his rigid cock inside her, she clamped her inner thighs on his hips and shuddered in pleasure. The penetration was deep, the feel of the invasion complete, and yet she was very aware of Damon, still next her.

When he touched her, the lightest caress of his fingertips over her bare hip as she moved in concert with Marc’s measured thrusts, the very brush of the caress caused a wicked thrill to warm her blood. She was acutely aware of Damon’s touch even in the haze of pleasure with another male.

Somehow, it made it all the more decadent, all the more sublime. And finally, when she rose against the final inward stroke that signaled the pinnacle, she let out a wild cry. In turn Marc caught her hips and went rigid, his eyes tightly shut as his cock pulsed with his release.

In the aftermath, as she drifted, warm lips teased her neck. “I always knew you’d be hot as a glowing planet core, Jay.”

Damon had thought about it, she realized with a languid satisfaction.

So had she.

But she’d never dreamed it would be quite like this.

Chapter Eight

The images flickered across the screen—a melee of moving forms, flashes of light against the darkness, and in the background, screams.

Ran reached out and pressed a key, replayed it one more time, and then turned to face the other occupants of the room. “Thank you for arriving so quickly. The explosion happened”—he flicked a glance at one of the screens set into the surface of the polished conference table—“less than an hour ago.”

“Do you have any information on the source?” one of the council members asked.

He nodded grimly. “Not specifically yet, but I think I can make an educated guess. We detected the incineration devices planted in Minoa’s most-used municipal buildings over a week ago. Our military experts say the weapons were set to go off not on timers or by remote signal, but the detonation was linked to a single individual scanning through the security system at the highest level. The explosion you just saw occurred in the Judicial Federal building on Mega 3.”

“Mass murder to eliminate one?” A gray-haired retired governor who had been on the council since before Ran was born shook his head, his expression disillusioned and saddened. “Hundreds, even thousands, can be in those buildings at any given time.”

“Quite a statement, isn’t it?” Ran said grimly. “Every building with that level of security in the colony is being scoured for any other threats and warnings were sent to other planets. Unfortunately, Mega 3, as you just saw, must have either missed the device or not taken the advised precautions seriously.”

“Do you have a count of the casualties?” General Ian Helm asked grimly. “I’ve dispatched relief troops to help manage the situation but I’m not getting much back in the way of information.” He’d been busy with his personal communication device the whole meeting, jabbing in codes.

“From what I understand it’s too hot to get close enough to start recovering bodies just yet and the reports coming in are patchy since the colony’s main communication center is close enough it was apparently damaged.”

“So this is widespread interstellar terrorism.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement made by one of the female members, a former federal judge. “Has any other colony discovered devices besides Minoa?”