Wind Demon Triology: Book II: Evil Wind (43 page)

Aurora groaned and hung her head, her hands on her hips.

"Way to go, Dad,” Jaelin said, laughing.

It was Khiershon Cree who walked over to Viraidan and ordered his hand. “I am Khiershon, son of the Prime."

"Viraidan,” the other Reaper responded. “I, too, was a Prime in my day.” He looked up at the enormous craft hovering overhead. “That's the best thing I've seen in years."

"We're loaded to the gills with supplies,” Khiershon said, “but we've room for you and yours. I believe you know why we'll be cutting out of here as quickly as possible."

Viraidan nodded. “We're expecting three more of our friends who will be here tomorrow but I imagine Cedric can home in on them on the interstate and we can bring them up to the ship if that's all right with your father."

"He's too absorbed at the moment to make any command decisions,” Khiershon said with a chuckle. “I'll speak for him. If you and yours will go on up to the ship, we can transport what you have here that you want to take with you then go after your friends."

"We've supplies in an underground fortress near hear,” Viraidan said.

"The more, the merrier,” Khiershon agreed. “We'll just pluck ‘em up."

"Rocking chairs,” the ugliest creature Khiershon had ever encountered piped up. “We want our rocking chairs."

"And those rocking chairs, Khier,” Aurora said, pointing to the chairs on the porch.

"And the swing,” Jaelin said. “Ma loves the swing."

"Consider it done,” Khiershon said. “Let's get moving, everyone. We may be awhile waiting on the Prime."

Jaelin watched as one by one the people who had appeared on the grass disappeared just as quickly until he was left standing beside only his Aunt Beryla.

"Well, Jae,” she said, hooking an arm around his shoulders. “You ready to scoot?"

"What about Ma and Dad?” Jaelin asked.

"Well, if I know Tylan, he'll transport that entire bedroom I'm sure they are in up to the image deck and we'll be out of here before your little brother can be conceived."

Jaelin's face turned red. “Ah, Aunt Beryla!” he moaned.

Neither Bridget nor Kamerone felt the slight bump as—Beryla had predicted—the entire bedroom of the log cabin settled on the floor of the image deck.

He had carried her unerringly to the bedroom and had fallen with her atop the king size bed. They were writhing atop the silken coverlet as the bedroom began to dematerialize on Terra and reappear on the
Ailith
.

One leather clad thigh thrust between hers, his weight upon her smaller body, he had yet to release her lips from his searing kiss. His left hand was tucked beneath her rump, his right hand roaming possessively over her breasts, finding the front of her blouse and ripping it open, his palm eager to touch the soft, warm flesh that beckoned. With only a wisp of lacy fabric between him and what he desired, the Reaper made quick work of it, his fingers sliding to the straining nipple that awaited his touch.

Groaning low in his throat, he shifted his weight but never once allowed her mouth to leave his. He was frantically trying to push one boot off with the toe of the other. Her hand was between them, rubbing at his swollen cock, her breath as ragged in his ears as his own. Thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth he heard her sneaker hit the floor then felt her sock-clad foot running down his leg. The sensation turned the groan to a growl and he sprang off her.

Bridget's eyes went wide as he left her. She was dragging heated breaths into her lungs and so on fire with need she thought she might well set the sheets ablaze. Her queen was buckling under the flesh of her back—like calling to like—and she knew his was goading him, as well.

"Kam...” she said then stopped as his hands went to the front of his shirt and he ripped it apart, shrugging out of it then fumbling at the buckle of his belt, ripping that aside, tearing it off him, pitching it aside as he dragged the zipper down his fly.

"I ... love ... you,” he said, hopping on one foot to yank off his boot.

"I love you, too,” she said, moistening her lips for he was jutting from the open V of his uniform pants and she thought she'd never seen him so large or so long.

Intercepting that wayward thought, he threw his head back and yowled, kicking off the other boot only to have it fly across the room and land on top of the dresser. He peeled the leather pants down, kicked them off, as well, and then threw himself on his woman, his hands ripping madly at the fly of her jeans.

Never had she been so aroused or so wet for the man she loved. His need, his speed, his very intensity were doing things to her libido she had never experienced before. Her breasts were throbbing, her nipples tingling and when he jerked off her jeans, her panties, she scooted further up in the bed and opened her arms to him.

Kamerone looked down at the white slouch socks she was wearing and an evil grin crooked up the side of his mouth. He reached for her leg, lifted her foot, and dragged the socks off with his teeth. Before she could let out the gasp that made her shudder, he had her toes in his mouth, suckling them.

"Oh, my god,” she whispered, her thighs quivering.

He wanted to taste every inch of her. He wanted to take his time and put his hand on her. He wanted to rub against her until their scents were mingled. She was his and he wanted her to know just how much he had missed her.

But Bridget needed him sooner than that. She reached out, grabbed his arms, and pulled him down to her, splaying her legs wide before clamping them around his waist, imprisoning him. She wanted him in her. She wanted to feel that delicious length, that wonderful heat, the width and breadth of him inside her. She wanted to feel her man, her mate, her husband as the gods intended them to be.

"Bridget, I wanted to go slowly,” he complained as he found her nipple and wrapped his lips around it.

"There is time,” she said and she felt his nod as he suckled her.

"Aye,” he mumbled against her breast. “There is time."

In the Terran year of 2062, Bridget Dunne Cree, and two hundred and twelve other humanoids soared away from the blue-green planet of Terra. As the great StarRaider shot past the Terran moon to follow a set of coordinates that had mysteriously appeared on its navigator's screen, the ship's archivist was entering the names of the passengers into the onboard computer. The partial roster read as follows:

Admiral Tylan Kahn, formerly of the
Vortex

Captain Kamerone Cree, Reaper

Captain Khiershon Cree, Reaper

Captain Viraidan Cree, Reaper

Captain Iyan McGregor, formerly of the
DarkWind

Captain Taegin Kullen, Reaper

Captain Rylan Cree, Reaper

Captain Braiden Cree, Reaper

Captain Elena Vargas, formerly of the
Pantera

Healer Bridget Dunne Cree, Reaper

Healer Caitlin Kelly Cree, formerly of the
Orion

Dr. Brian O'Shae, Reaper

Prince Lares Taborn, formerly of the
Vortex

Prince Raine McGregor, formerly of the
Vortex

Princess Raphaella Constantine, Amazeen

Commander Tealson Hesar, Reaper

Commander Toryn Belial, Reaper

Commander Corydon Cree, Reaper

Major Akkadia Kahmal, formerly of the
Alluvia

Lieutenant Commander Killian Kiel, Reaper

Lieutenant Commander Comyn Coure, Reaper

Lieutenant Commander Eachan Gehdrin, Reaper

Lieutenant Commander Kaelan Cree, Reaper

Lieutenant Alexi Noll, formerly of the
Vortex

Lieutenant Lin Dixon, formerly of the
Orion

Lieutenant Roy Matheny, formerly of the
Orion

Lieutenant Dakin Hesar, formerly of the
Vortex

Lieutenant Nyndham Dax, formerly of the
DarkWind

Lieutenant Sinjin Wynth, formerly of the
DarkWind

Lieutenant Helen Bryan, formerly of the
Orion

Lieutenant Patricia Rasey, formerly of the
Orion

Lieutenant Martha Holloway, formerly of the
Orion

Lieutenant Cathy Atherton, formerly of the
Orion

Lieutenant Renata Aegean, formerly of the
Alluvia

Lieutenant Cirolia Sern, formerly of the
Alluvia

Lieutenant Augenia Deon, formerly of the
Alluvia

Lieutenant Malankhoia Chanz, formerly of the
Alluvia

Lieutenant Cedilla Sern, formerly of the
Alluvia

Ensign Hern Belvoir, formerly of the
Vortex

Ensign André Arbra, formerly of the
Vortex

Ensign Paegan Thorne, formerly of the
Vortex

Ensign Thommy Loure, formerly of the
Orion

Ensign Cadyna Wynth, former NavOff of the
Ailith

Keeper Pete Michaels, formerly of FSK-14

Keeper Lin Charles, formerly of FSK-14

Hunter Evan March, formerly of FSK-14

MedTech Dorrie Burkhart, Terran

MedTech Barbara Fuller, formerly of the
Orion

MedTech Lisa Mahon, formerly of the
Orion

Maeve Lynn McGregor, Serenian

Danielle Conway, Reaper

Ordin Gver, Bugul Noz

Cedric, Nightwind

Cress, Nightwind

Felicity Fowler, Witch

Nora Fowler, child of Felicity and the Nightwind Cress

Colton Cree, son of Viraidan Cree

Jaelin Cree, son of Kamerone Cree

One Class Four cybot: Troilus

One Class Five cybot: Raven

One aged weretiger: Ceatie

"Where in the megaverse is this place?” Iyan asked Khiershon. “I've never heard of it."

"What's the name of it again?” Viraidan inquired over Iyan's shoulder. He was staring at the navigational screen.

"Domhan na Gaoithe,” Iyan replied.

"WindWorld?” Kamerone queried from across the bridge. The hellion in his back writhed but the motion wasn't painful.

"Did you feel that?” Khiershon asked his father. He shifted his shoulders.

"Aye,” Kamerone answered.

"As did I,” Viraidan told them.

"Wherever it is we're going, I think our hellions approve,” Khiershon said.

With a suddenness that left them all stunned, brightness flashed around them in trickling sparkles of multicolored light that made them throw up their arms to ward off the intensity, their senses reeled, and they felt as though they were soaring through space at an alarming rate. When the light faded away, they found themselves standing along with the rest of the passengers from the
Ailith
in a verdant greensward with rolling hills behind them and crashing ocean before. Gulls flew overhead, banking toward the turquoise waters of the ocean.

"What the hell happened?” Iyan asked.

"Where the hell are we?” Kamerone countered.

A soft breeze wafted over them from the sea.

"Look at that,” Caitlin said pointing.

There upon the rolling hills were fields of wheat from which the Healers among them would be able to brew the tenerse that would keep the Reapers Transitioning on schedule. Vast varieties of animals roamed over the fields beyond where crimson clover studded the lush grasses and the faint scent of jasmine filled the air. A huge plot of land looked as though it had been cultivated and even from a distance the new arrivals could see vegetables of myriad varieties and fruit trees heavily laden.

"Is this heaven?” Jaelin asked.

"Well, it ain't Iowa,” Bridget answered her son.

"And here comes the welcome wagon,” Beryla commented out of the side of her mouth.

The two people who came over the rise of the nearest hill paused hand in hand as they looked down at them. The man's hair was dark and curly, tousled by the stiff breeze. The woman's hair was as white as snow and hung down her back to the bottom of her rump. Behind them two young boys appeared, each as dark as the father.

"Reapers,” Kamerone stated.

"Aye,” Viraidan agreed.

No one moved as the couple started down the hill, the boys waiting at the top.

"They don't look surprised to see us,” Bridget said softly.

"She's smiling but he looks a bit wary,” Aurora commented.

It was the two eldest—the Primes—who moved away from their people and met the couple. Walking side by side, Kamerone and Viraidan were very imposing and no one breathed easily until the saw their Reapers shaking hands with the couple.

"I am Leksi Helios and this is my lady-wife, Kynthia,” the tall man with the sparkling amber eyes greeted the Reapers from the
Ailith
.

"You don't look surprised to see us,” Kamerone said, echoing his wife's sentiments.

Leksi smiled. “She told us you were coming and we've been preparing for your arrival.” He swept a hand behind him. “Over the hill is the settlement She created for you. Our library has been extended and overnight a medical facility appeared."

"She does things like that all the time,” Kynthia said.

"She does it to appease my lady-wife,” Leksi declared on a long sigh.

"Who is she?” Viraidan queried.

"Morrigunia,” Kynthia replied.

"The goddess who aided me on Rysalia Prime,” Kamerone said, annoyed. “Remember I told you of Her, Aidan."

"You told me a lot of things, Kam,” Viraidan grumbled. “I listened to only half of it."

"This should be fun,” Kynthia laughed.

"We are pleased you have come to keep us company in our pleasant island prison,” Leksi stated.

"Prison?” Kamerone repeated, stiffening.

"Leksi is exaggerating. It is more like a playground,” Kynthia told him. “A playground for Reapers where She keeps us safe and as happy as She can."

"You are home,
dearthaír,
” Leksi said. “Home where I strongly suspect it all began for us."

"Or will,"
came a soft whisper on the wind.