SnaredbySaber (14 page)

“Don’t.” Saber reached for her hand and
laced their fingers together. “Life is what you make of it. In the future,
you’ll think of today and the pleasure we found in being clean and safe, eating
our favorite foods and drinking glasses of celebratory wine. When we think of
pavlova, we’ll both smile.”

As always, his touch made her heart race,
her world right. “Do you think your mother would give me the recipe for the
pavlova?” She imagined making Saber’s favorite dessert and presenting it to him
on his birthday. If she had the recipe she could experiment, find substitutes
in order to make the dessert. She could—

Frying fungus.
No point imagining the future. They didn’t have one. Not together.

“Yes, if I ask her. Try it.” He cut into
the hard outer shell with his spoon, scooped up a little of the topping and a
glossy berry then held it out to her. “Open up.”

Eva’s heart beat a little faster, and her
hot spots set to tingling again. She opened her mouth and closed it around the
dessert, sliding it off the spoon. Sweetness from the white contrasted with the
tart berry. She swallowed, her eyes sliding to half-mast while she catalogued
the textures and flavors. “Delicious.”

Saber gestured at her plate with his spoon.
“Enjoy.”

Not a problem. She set about demolishing
her dessert, and finally, with her stomach full and happy, she set her spoon
down and pushed her plate away. “Thank you.”

Saber stood and held out his hand. With his
other, he scooped up both their glasses of wine before leading her to the
sleep-bed. He set the glasses down on a bedside unit.

“I want you now.”

Eva sucked in a quick breath, not moving
when he unfastened her robe and let it slide to the floor. It landed in a silky
whoosh but neither of them took their gazes off each other. Her belly quivered
as his stare heated, his eyes lowering to study her mouth.

“I want to fuck that luscious mouth of
yours,” he whispered. “I want to suck your tits until your nipples stand out. And
then I want to slide between your thighs and take you hard, go so deep you’ll
still feel me tomorrow. And most of all, I want to mark you with my scent, so
no one is left with any doubt about to whom you belong.”

“You mentioned the scent thing before.”
Heat collected in her cheeks at his words, but her mind fastened on the last
part of his sensual statement.
Belong?
He wanted her to
belong
to
him? “I—”

“No,” he whispered. “No more talking.” And
he made sure she couldn’t talk anymore by sealing his lips over hers.

Saber gloried in her, the way her arms
wrapped around his neck and clung to him. She parted her lips and let him
explore in the way he’d wanted ever since sliding the spoonful of pavlova into
her mouth.

When he lifted his head, he was breathing
hard. Urgency throbbed through his veins, urging him to haste. He scooped her
off her feet and settled her on the sleep-bed. Fuck, this was gonna be good. A
real bed. Soft and clean. No imminent danger.

At the thought, he reconsidered. Best to
check.

“I’ll be back in a sec. I want to check
outside. Make sure everything looks normal before we fuck.” He wanted to laugh
at her deer-in-headlights expression. Nothing like a little bluntness to keep
her quiet.

He stalked to the exit and opened the door,
the silky robe fluttering around his legs. Darkness had fallen while they’d
cleaned up and ate. Distant stars glittered in the sky. He cast out his senses
for danger. Insects clicked in the trees. A bird squawked over to his left—not
a cry of danger, so he ignored it.

A familiar honk came from nearby. Saber
followed the honk and found a large dog-house type structure he hadn’t noticed
before—that perhaps hadn’t
been there
before. Rustling sounds came from
inside, plus another honk. At the opening sat a dish of water and another of
grain. A blue head poked out the doorway, gave another honk, then retreated.

Saber straightened, frowning.
“Interesting,” he murmured, tossing over the events of the evening in his mind.
The favorite foods. The fitted clothes. Everything they needed…even for
Bluebird. “Curious.”

Shrugging, he listened again and when he
heard nothing to disturb him, he strode inside and shut the door. He turned the
lock, added a chair under the handle for extra security and returned to Eva.

“Everything okay?”

“Nothing out of place,” he said, dropping
his robe on the floor. He crawled onto the bed and started to play. Pleasing
himself simply by touching her, testing the areas that made her issue soft
sounds of enjoyment.

“Saber.”

“Love hearing my name on your lips,
kitten.” He clambered over her and straddled her hips. His hands wandered,
shaping her breasts and flicking her nipples. “It’s good to seeing your skin
smooth and unblemished. I didn’t enjoy seeing you hurt.”

“I wasn’t keen on it either.” Her voice was
husky and breathy, her blue eyes wide and brimming with heat.

He ran his fingertips over her lower lip,
gave a gasp when she took one finger inside her mouth and sucked. The warmth
she generated reverberated through his entire body, struck his groin with
lashes of promise.

“Kitten,” he whispered.

Her gaze went to his and he felt himself
swallow. Damn, this woman tangled him up in knots. She was brave, so brave, and
didn’t bitch about her fatigue or injuries. And she’d had a shitload of them.
He knew because he’d played doctor.

“Take my cock in your mouth.” He pulled his
fingertip away and repositioned his body. “I want to feel the same heat around
my cock. Feel the slide of it against your tongue.” As he spoke, he traced his
dick around her lips. “Open.”

She took him into her mouth, and the wet
heat blew his mind. His dick was already primed, but this…this was almost too
much sensation. His balls tightened to the point of pain as she prodded and
licked the head of his cock. Good. So fuckin’ good.

“Take me deeper,” he ordered.

He shuddered when she complied with no
hesitation. She pulled back, took him deep again.

“Can you taste me?”

She hummed around his tip, and he felt the
buzz right to his balls. Unable to help himself, he cupped her face, holding
her in place while he thrust.

When she made a choking sound, he pulled
back. He rolled to his back and dragged her over him. With a firm hand at the
back of her head, he encouraged her to recommence her ministrations.

She didn’t disappoint, her gaze snaring his
as she lowered her head. She ran her hand up and down his length then she sank
her mouth over his cock head. Saber groaned, even though he’d watched her,
known the exact moment he’d feel the heat of her mouth again. She explored with
her lips, and his heart battered his ribs. A provocative flick of her tongue
made him jump and she laughed, even though her mouth was full of his dick.

“Hey, watch it,” he said.

One of her blue eyes closed in a wink. His
balls jolted. She slid the flat of her tongue over the underside of his cock.
He shuddered with helpless pleasure, her slave, and willing to do anything for
her. She bobbed her head, taking him almost to the root, and a dark sound
escaped him. It vibrated in his chest, and when she pulled up, he didn’t think
he could hold off much longer.

She sucked and pressed the tight surface
between his balls with her fingertip. Just the right spot. He groaned and came
hard, so hard he wondered if his brain were intact. He saw fuzzy shapes in
front of his eyes, which cleared once he blinked. His muscles felt limp like
cooked noodles, and it was lucky he was lying on a bed. She swallowed him down,
taking everything he had to give before lifting her head. A tiny bit of semen
clung to the corner of her mouth, and it gave him another rush of pleasure.

A badge. A sign. His mark of possession.

“Kitten, that was better than my
imagination. Thank you.”

She grinned. “I enjoy having you in my
power.”

“Two-way street, kitten.” Another fuzzy
shape flickered behind Eva. Damn, she’d really done a number on him if he was
still seeing things. A double blink cleared his vision and her beautiful face
came into focus.

Fuck, he never thought he’d be happy
because a big bird toted him off and dropped him in the middle of nowhere.

He thumbed the speck of semen away and drew
her down for a kiss. She tasted of him now. Triumphant, he felt a sense of
achievement settling in his chest. Her soft sigh upped the satisfaction, the
feeling she belonged to him. God, this woman…

She was so right for him on every level.

He thought about his brother, wondered
fleetingly if Felix had changed his mind about his new choice of mate, was
perhaps disappointed Saber had flown off with his captive. Too late now. He
didn’t intend to give up Eva. He kissed her, tantalizingly brief kisses on her
mouth, her nose, over each eyelid.

Sated, he longer felt the need to rush. No,
he intended to take his time, to seduce her until she quivered beneath his
touch, desperate for the final culmination. His hands wandered her slight body.

“We’ve both lost weight,” he said.

She gurgled, a short burst of amusement.
“I’d put on weight while lazing around your resort. Casey kept plying me with
fruity little drinks—the ones festooned with fruit and cute umbrellas—and lots
of snacks. You know. The ones they call canapés.”

“Ah, my mother,” he said, a fond grin
settling on his lips. “She wanted an Earth menu, even if room service or the
waitresses in the restaurant have to explain the terms.”

“The food is excellent. Do you think I can
have some of those recipes too? I’d like to experiment in my kitchen at home
and attempt to recreate the dishes.”

Saber slid his mouth over hers to stop the
outpouring of words. The resort was her home now, and he didn’t intend to argue
about it, nor bring up the topic now when there were more interesting things to
do.

Her hands tightened on his shoulders and
suddenly he didn’t want to go slow any longer. He rolled, placing her body
beneath him and settling in to feast on her mouth.

“God, I love kissing you. So sexy, kitten.”

His hands wandered her breasts, held the
soft weights and relearned their shapes. He plucked a nipple and teased them
both until they were hard nubs. Only then did he take them in his mouth. He
nipped and sucked until her tight grip told him she’d edged into frantic need.

“Saber.” Her tone of demand confirmed her
desire.

Her eyes were squeezed shut, her body
straining beneath his. He didn’t intend to let her move unless it suited him.
Instead, he took quick nips at her tummy, soothed them with his tongue before
moving lower.

“I want to see your pretty pussy.”

He shifted down the bed and she parted her
legs for him, baring herself with full trust, and that undid him. He stared at
her swollen pink flesh, the glistening juices that coated her folds. His heart
pounded and did a kind of somersault. He swallowed hard and reached out,
trailing one finger over the heart of her with delicate precision.

She shivered and, unable to resist, he bent
his head to give her a firm lick. Her hands fastened in his hair, holding him
in place with determined strength. Inwardly, he smiled, enjoying the show of
bossiness as she attempted to guide his mouth where she wanted it most. She was
comfortable with him. Her piquant taste exploded on his tongue, and he licked
thoroughly because it was obvious she enjoyed his attentions.

Then he lifted his head, stared at the
passion on her face, the color in her cheeks and her swollen lips, almost red
rather than pink. “You look beautiful.”

Her eyes snapped open and she stared at
him. “No one has ever told me that before.”

“Not lying, kitten. No reason to butter you
up when I know you’re a sure thing.”

She wrinkled her nose and he laughed, the
sound still startling to his ears. Surprising. He hadn’t laughed much since Lori
had died.

“Even though I’ve lost weight?”

“Even though.” He moved up to kiss her,
slow, lingering, putting every one of his chaotic feelings into the exchange.
He kissed her deeply, copping a feel of her breasts until she wriggled beneath
him and her fingertips dug into his rump.

When he slipped between her legs and pushed
home, she sighed—a throaty sound that lit his senses, shoved at his urgency.
Her tight, wet flesh hugged him in an intimate embrace, and he held himself
still, firmly planted to the root, her channel flexing around his girth.

Fuck. This is good. Perfect. Easy to
imagine being right here for years.

Saber the man wanted her.

Saber the feline desired her.

He pulled back and pushed into her enticing
heat. Watched her face, her eyes still closed as if she wanted to concentrate
on every feeling, the color in her cheeks delightful.

His feline rolled under his skin and
urgency built in Saber until he couldn’t keep up the slow pace any longer. Lust
and love bubbled in him, filled him to capacity until even his heart ached.

His feline challenged his control, his
teeth changing, his claws starting to protrude from the ends of his
fingernails. Fuck. That had never happened before Eva. Thank god her eyes
remained closed so she couldn’t see.

His hips snapped, the drag of his flesh
against hers fueling his desire, fueling his urgency, fueling his feline. Saber
couldn’t stop. He craved her heat, craved her touch. He plain craved Eva.

Saber slammed into her, lowered his head to
lick her throat.

“Saber!” That fuckin’ sexy, throaty voice
again.

She was gonna be the death of him. His
pulse raced, his senses all working overtime, filling him with light and
pleasure and happiness. His gaze hit the fleshy part where her neck and
shoulder met, and his tongue flicked out to taste.

If he thought he’d felt urgency before,
he’d been mistaken. His cock throbbed, the painful echo squeezing his balls
while his skin tingled with a tightness he’d never experienced before.

He licked that fleshy spot. Back and forth.
Back and forth. She groaned beneath him, her hips lifting to meet his hard
strokes, fingertips biting into his flesh, holding him close. Wanting him.
Needing him.

He licked her again, the taste of her
exploding through her skin. Fragrant. Tasty.

His.

Saber bit down, his sharp teeth slicing
effortlessly into her tender skin. She jerked beneath him, cried out, and her
sheath rippled around his cock. As the taste of her blood exploded in his
mouth, he came so hard he saw the flurry of fuzzy, ghostly shapes around him.
He kept coming, was aware of the rhythmic tightening of her pussy.

The ghostly shapes brushed his skin, and
the longer he came, the more opaque the shapes appeared.

Saber blinked but the white shapes
remained, floating above and around their bodies. Strangely, he didn’t feel
fear. Instead he felt intense peace. He lifted his head…

The sight of blood at her neck jolted him.

Fuck.

He’d bitten her.

He licked the blood away and watched, a
little astonished, as the wound healed in front of him to leave a small black
scar in the shape of a leaping leopard.

But…

He’d thought…

An old legend.

Eva stretched languorously, shifting
beneath him, a smile on her lips and her eyes still closed.

Dazed, Saber withdrew from her body,
pressed a tender kiss to her lips. He blinked again. Both the black leopard
scar and the ghostly shapes remained.

And a third thing—his cock was hardened
already to a painful state.

He had to have her.

Again.

Right now.

“Turn over, kitten. Up on your hands and
knees. Eyes closed so you can concentrate on the sensations.”

Please keep your eyes closed so the
ghosts don’t freak you out
.

There were so many of them now, it felt as
if they were curtained on a four-poster bed.

He helped her into position, ran his hand
over her rounded buttocks. She wriggled her ass from side to side.

Saber laughed. “Keep still or I’ll spank
you again.”

“I’m not sure if I should admit this, but
by the end, I enjoyed my punishment. It was meant to be punishment, right?” Her
throaty voice gripped something inside him, pulled it tight.