War Bringer (10 page)

“Do you have discomfort down there? Are you bleeding? Sore? Is there any odd discharge?”

“Does that happen after sex?”

“Sometimes. You wouldn’t normally bleed after consensual sex, but if you were taken against your will…”

She shook her head. “I didn’t feel anything—until I was here, with you. I’m achy and…wet.”

He smiled. “Good. That’s all good. If you didn’t feel those things while they had you, I suspect they didn’t touch you—other than to prep you for your ‘appearance.’” He kissed the side of her forehead. “Let’s take that shower and wash this day off us.”
 

He turned the water on. It spilled from a half-dozen steel heads. He held his hand in the water until the temperature was just right and steam began to rise. There were two sides to the big shower, but Kelan shared one with her, letting her stand in the streams of water with him.
 

She liked the feel of the water and his hands on her, the smile that lifted the edges of his lips, the anticipation in his eyes. When their eyes met, his smile widened.
 

“Let’s get that stuff off you.” He reached for the coconut oil. He dipped his fingers into the thick white stuff, melted it between his palms, then rubbed it on her breasts.
 

Fiona sucked in a sharp breath. Her back arched into him, pressing her nipples against his palms. Once both had been slathered, he held one breast and rubbed his fingers over the sensitive peak. His fingers were warm and sure and strong. When he repeated the process on her other breast, she gripped his biceps. His muscles were so wide that her hands were spread open. He looked down at her. Her lips parted to pull more air.
 

He bent close to her and kissed her mouth. Her fingers tightened on his arms as he pulled her against his body. His rigid penis pressed against her belly. His tongue entered her mouth. She opened herself to him. Her hands moved up from his arms to lock around his neck as he bent toward her. She stood on her tiptoes, but the inches she gained did little to even out the disparity in their heights. Still, she could feel the entire length of his body against hers, hard where she was soft.

His hands tightened around her. He straightened, lifting her as if she weighed nothing. His mouth worked hers. She moaned, loving the feel of him around her, his tongue in her mouth. She forked her fingers through his wet hair, capturing the base of his skull. He broke the kiss and started it again.

When he stopped, he pulled away just enough for their noses to still touch. His black eyes were edgier than ever as he stared down at her mouth.
 

She caught his face in her hands, causing him to lift his eyes to hers. “I love you.”

He stared at her for long, breathless moments, then kissed her, feverishly, like a man starved for the touch of his woman. “Mahasani, you are my life.”

“It’s time, Kelan. It’s time for us to be together.”

He gave her a long and searching look, then lowered his gaze and eased her to her feet. Without words, he dipped into the coconut oil, retrieving a bit he could use on the soft, coarse hair over her mound. His face was fiercely tight and he didn’t meet her eyes. He took a washcloth and lathered it with the soap bar. Its nubby texture sent shock waves through the nerves of Fiona’s skin as he washed away the oil.
 

Supporting her with an arm around her waist, he turned the front of her body into the streams of water. He pressed the washcloth between her legs, up against the soft flesh there. Heat zinged everywhere in her body, over her skin, up and down her spine. She leaned against him, pressing her head against his chest. Her fingers dug into his arms. He stroked her soft flesh, up and back, pressing here and there, spreading her legs with his knee.

And then something happened that she’d never experienced. She lost all sense of herself, was floating and exploding, her body coming apart in throbbing waves.

“Kelan!” she cried out. Her body was bucking against his hand, the epicenter of the sensations racking her.

“I’ve got you. I’ve got you, Fiona. Let it happen.”

She couldn’t have stopped it even if she’d known how. When the tremors slowly eased and her mind could focus again, she felt weak and rubbery. “What was that?”

Kelan grinned. She was glad he still had an arm around her. She turned in his arms. “Have you never pleasured yourself before?”

“No. Was that an orgasm?”

“Yes. Want to feel it again?”

“I do. I want to feel all of it, Kelan. All of you.”

“We haven’t had our claiming ceremony yet.”

She caught his face in her hands. “I claim you, Kelan.”

His eyes grew somber. “It isn’t that simple.”

“Do I have to eat worms or a beating heart in the ceremony?”

His eyes scolded her for her humor. “No. It’s an intense exchange, not driven by the passion of the moment.”

“Good. I trust you to lead me through it.”

“You haven’t accepted the terms.”

“I accept you. Only you. For the rest of my life. Make love to me, Kelan.”
 

His eyes seared hers. His face was like stone, the hollows of his cheeks sharply defined. She reached between their bodies and caught his heavy erection between her palms. He hissed a sharp breath and bared his teeth, but didn’t stop her. The skin of his penis was soft and hot and sheathed flesh so rigid it felt like bone.

Fiona looked up at him as she smoothed her hands over the length of him. He spread his legs slightly, bracing his weight as he began to move in her hands. His movements were rhythmic.
 

“Will this give you an orgasm?”

His nostrils flared. “Yes.”

She smiled. “Will you be able to stand through it? I don’t think I can hold you up.”

A smile flashed across his face. “I can stand on my own.”

His intensity fired more of her nerves. She bent down to kiss the tip of him. His hand rested on her shoulder, then dug into her hair and fisted it, forcing her to rise.

“That, I can’t take. It will end me.”

She didn’t understand him. His dark eyes looked down to where she held him, stroked him. The length of him couldn’t fit fully in her hands from fingertips to the heels of her palms, but she could cover him by stroking forward and back. He didn’t release her hair. His teeth clenched, then his penis jumped in her hands. He threw his head back and groaned, the sound grinding up from his chest. White cream spilled into her hands in hot bursts.

It was fascinating. Scintillating. She’d given him pleasure. Total and complete release. She looked at the evidence of his pleasure in her hands. He took them and rinsed them in the water. He reached for the shampoo, then poured a stream of it into his palm and rubbed his hands together. He tilted her face up so that the soap wouldn’t get in her eyes as he massaged it into her scalp, lifting her newly long tresses up into the soapy glob.
 

As his fingers worked her hair, he leaned down and kissed her. She held his hips in her hands. His body was all lean muscle on lean muscle. His penis was different from before, relaxed but still formidable.
 

“Keep looking at me, Fiona, and you had better be prepared for the changes you’ll see.”

“Does it always do that?”

“Only whenever I see you. Or think of you. Or smell something that reminds me of you. Which is just about every waking and sleeping minute.”

“Does it hurt?”

He held her face as he tilted her head back to let the water rinse the shampoo away. “Sometimes, if there’s no release.”

“So waiting wasn’t easy for you either.”

“No. And we’re going back to waiting. I don’t have any condoms. We can’t risk your getting pregnant while we’re here.”

“Kelan, I’m on birth control.” She bit her lip. They hadn’t talked about this, but she’d wanted to be ready for this when he was.

He went still. Water still poured down around them. “What kind? You haven’t had any of your things since you were taken. You’ve missed your pills.”

“It’s a vaginal ring. It’s still there. I checked.”

“How does it work?”

“I wear it for three weeks, then not for a week, then start a new one. This is my second month on this program.”

“How much longer on this one?”

“Two more weeks.”

He touched his hand to her face, over the bruise the makeup had hidden. He nodded, then grinned.
 

“Kelan, I don’t want to wait. We don’t know what’s going to happen to us, when—or if—we’ll get out of here.”

Chapter
 
Nine

Kelan went still. He knew what she was asking. He pulled her close, loving the feel of her body against his, skin against skin. “Fiona, you deserve a perfect first time. A long, leisurely initiation into intimacy.”

“Being in your arms is perfect, Kelan. No matter when or where. But given what’s happening, I don’t want to wait.”

He brought her even closer to him as he bent to kiss her. Her hands were on his arms. Her thigh rubbed against his. Her breasts were pressing in to his ribs.
 

The kiss broke off, then resumed, over and again, in waves of increasing intensity. Her body was small compared to his. It seemed he could crush her if he held her too tight. She was entirely feminine—the exact opposite of him. How could the entire human race depend on a gender so fragile?

Maybe she wasn’t as breakable as she seemed. Maybe her strength came in invisible ways that he couldn’t see and would never understand. A mystery he wanted to spend his life unraveling.

He caught her mouth with his. Water poured down their faces, around their lips, into their mouths. “I love you,” he whispered.

She smiled against his mouth. “Show me, Kelan. Show me everything.”

Kelan lifted her. “Wrap your legs around me.” He slipped his hands under her thighs to support her.
 

His cock rested against her opening. Every time she moved, her body slipped against it. He moved her up farther on his forearms, one hand holding her sweet ass, freeing his other so that he could take hold of himself.

“Fiona—”

She touched his cheek. He could feel her warm breath on his lips. “Go, Kelan. Do it. I’m ready.” Her strong legs tightened about his waist, bearing part of her weight.

He clenched his teeth. “I’ll go slow.” His erection pulsed in his hand. He rubbed its wide head back and forth, stroking the length of her core, from her clit to her opening. Her hips bucked at the intimate touch, then she rocked against him. His hand on her ass tightened, holding her still as he set his head against her opening and pushed in. Just a little. Letting her get used to that pressure.
 

He pulled out, then did it again, going a little deeper. He was big and she was tight, but oh so slick. He moved inside her. He looked at her as he asked, “How does that feel?”

Her lips were parted. Her eyes were bright and burning like blue flames. “More, Kelan. Do more.”

He eased himself in deeper. Returning his hand to her hip, he guided her movements over him. She was holding his shoulders now, her trim nails digging into the skin there. He pushed in all the way and held still. There was no pain on her face or in her eyes. Only hunger.

“Mahasani, it goes like this now…” He began slowly to withdraw, then push all the way back in, then withdraw. She leaned back a bit so she could look at him. Her neck and chin were flushed red. Her breasts were tipped with tight nipples. Her lips were parted, but nothing coherent came from her mouth, only pants and mewls, which intensified his desire.
 

Her feet locked at the ankles behind him as she braced herself for greater movement. He held the weight of her body completely in his hands, his legs braced wide. Up and down he moved her body. He was so close. So close. He clenched his teeth on an upward thrust, hoping he could outlast her.

And then she stiffened, cried out, and began to rock against him in uncontrollable gyrations, her inner muscles squeezing him. He thrust into her orgasm, deepening her pleasure, prolonging it as far as he could before his balls tightened and his release shot up his cock and into her in hot, pulsing waves.

Her elbows locked as she pushed away from him. Worried, he checked her face for signs of distress. Her eyes were still unfocused, her pupils huge. Her lips were parted, her lungs working hard to catch up with their exertion. She started to sniffle, then big tears began to stream down her face.

Kelan carried her over to the shower bench, which he straddled. Still embedded deep within her, he sat down and leaned back against the tiled wall. He rubbed her back. She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face against his. He could feel and hear her crying.

“I hurt you,” he stated without waiting for her to speak.

She shook her head. She was sucking air now.

“Easy, Fiona, my heart. Easy. Tell me what’s happening.”

She lifted up to look at him. They were still connected intimately. She cupped his cheeks and kissed his eyes. “I am so in love with you, Kelan. For the first time in my life, I feel whole. How could I have lived so long without you?”

He caught her chin in his palm. “Did you enjoy it?”

She laughed. “Did I enjoy it? Kelan”—she looked into his eyes—“it’s as if you showed me a new color I’d never seen before. Or let me hear when I was deaf before. You showed me something about my body I’d never experienced.”

Kelan huffed a short laugh then relaxed against the wall. “You said you hadn’t pleasured yourself before. Why not?”

“I didn’t know how.”

Kelan grinned. “You could have watched a video.”

Rosy color blossomed across her face. “I did. And I tried to do what she was doing, but I didn’t know if I was doing it right.”

“Did it feel good when you tried?”

“Yes.”

His cock jerked to life inside her, widening and expanding in the warm, wet sheath of her. She adjusted her position over him, moving to her knees, stretching upward. Everything in his body tightened as her body tugged at him. He thrust in to her.

“Touch yourself now.”

She looked worried. He held still until she complied, and when she did, he saw the passion that rippled across her face and through her entire body. Her brows knitted. He grinned up at her, was still grinning when her crystalline blue eyes, now dark and dilated, met his.