Ynyr (Tornians Book 3) (8 page)

“If I am yours then every part of me is yours and there is no ‘allowing’ you to touch any part of me and that includes my breasts.”

Ynyr silently watched her as her words sunk in. She was telling him she considered herself his. His Abby. All of her. And she would hold nothing back from him. Not her thoughts, not her smiles, not her anger and not her body. She was giving him permission to touch her however and whenever he wanted. Claiming it would pleasure her. He needed to find out.

Leaning down he ran his lips along the upper curve of her breast. Goddess she was so soft, so giving. Slowly he circled along its outside curve, nuzzling and kissing as he went. Reaching its underside he could not believe its luscious weight and nipped at it as he would the flavorful endary berry. Completing his first circle he began his next pass working his way around closing in on the peak that had tempted him earlier.

Reaching the summit, he paused, his hot breath bathing the pink turgid peak that strained for him.

“Please Ynyr,” Abby whispered, her hands sinking into his hair guiding him to exactly where she wanted him.

Ynyr would never deny his Abby, especially not something they both wanted. Opening his mouth, he captured the peak, sucking it deep into his mouth.

“Yes!” Abby exclaimed arching up, offering him more and he took it.

From the moment his mouth touched hers, his shaft began to harden again. His first thought was to pull out and apologize. It was what he would have done with a Tornian female, but Abby had just told her she was not Tornian that she did not react like one, that she enjoyed him taking his pleasure inside her.

Slowly he began thrusting into her again.

“Oh…” Abby’s breath hitched as she felt Ynyr hardened and begin to move inside her again.

How was that possible?

He had just come.

Realizing she didn’t care, Abby tightened her grip on him and lifted her hips, encouraging him.

“Abby…” Ynyr pulled his mouth from her breast to look at her.

“I really like t
hat
Ynyr,” she whispered, pulling him up so her lips could brush his.

“Then I will do it often.” He told her able to move in and out of her channel in a slow and gentle rhythm now that his initial need had passed. This time he would make sure she released before him, with him inside her. Framing her face with his hands Ynyr pressed his lips to hers and gave her a gentle kiss. “Tell me more my Abby. Tell me what you are feeling.”

“Loved.” Was her immediate response. “Cared for... as if I am finally where I was always supposed to be…” Abby felt her eyes fill and didn’t try to stop the happy tears from escaping. “With
whom
I was always supposed to be with.”

“You are Abby.” Ynyr leaned down to kiss away the tears that trailed along her temples before they disappeared into her hair, knowing they were not tears of sadness or pain but of happiness. “This is where the Goddess always meant for you to be and while I do not agree with how she got you here, I will forever appreciate her gift. For that is what you are to me Abby. A gift that I will always treasure.” He slowly increased his rhythm and saw her eyes darken, felt her channel starting to tense around him.

“And you are my gift Ynyr. Someone I never expected to find. Especially not after…” her words trailed off has Ynyr hit ‘that’ spot. “Oh… that’s good…” she told him, her hips rising faster to meet him. It wasn’t going to take her long to release again, not with what Ynyr was doing to her. Seriously a triple? She never would have thought it was possible, but with Ynyr she was discovering many things were. “Don’t stop.” She pleaded.

“I won’t…” Ynyr growled at her, unable to believe how incredible this was. His Abby was tightening around him. Not just her arms and legs, but her channel, squeezing him and he knew he was going to release again soon.

“Abby…” Ynyr’s thrusts increased in strength and speed, but he refused to release again… not until his Abby did.

“Close… I’m so close… I just need…” This time when Ynyr hit that spot again, he reached between them pressing his thumb against her clit and it had Abby’s entire being tightening around him and she cried out his name as her orgasm took her.

“Ynyr!” She screamed.

Ynyr couldn’t believe it. He had thought his first release inside his Abby would be the most amazing experience of his life, but this… Abby’s channel was clamping down on him until it was nearly painful… it was as if it was demanding his seed and he would give it to her. With one last deep thrust that lodged him right up against her womb Ynyr roared and filled her with his seed.

Isis stood before the males in the room and could not believe what she had just witnessed. How could males that were so worthy and fit be so stupid?

“Please tell me I did not just hear what I thought I heard,” she demanded looking at Oryon.

“Now Isis…” Oryon began since he knew that look. It was the one that had been on her face when she had tried to storm the training fields.

“This is not something you would understand mother. You need to return to your chambers and let us handle it.” Ull broke in.

“Excuse me?” Isis asked, raising an eyebrow as she turned to her first male.

“Return to your chambers,” Ull ordered.

Isis looked at Ull in shock. Never had Ull spoken to her like that, as if she were… insignificant. She had always believed him to be a fit and worthy male. One that any female would be honored to Join with. Now she wondered if she had let her love for him blind her. He seemed to be more like one of those males that felt he had more rights than others because of the order of his presentation. A male who believed a female did not have the right to voice her opinion, to speak her mind.

It appeared he had learned nothing from the events of the last week. He seemed to be under the impression that their universe had not changed, but it had, at least for Isis.

She would never go back to being the female who silently sat and watched as Risa terrorized other females. She was no longer the oddity of the Empire. The one that others snickered at. She now had friends, the Empress, the Queen of Luda and Abby. One of her males had saved the Emperor’s life and been named as the Lord to the most important Region in the Empire and more importantly he had a female. A female Isis knew would be perfect for him.

No. She would not allow one of her own to speak to like this.

“Ull!” Oryon started only to be cut off.

“How
dare
you speak to
me
in that tone,” Isis spit out, her rage easily seen as she moved towards Ull. Too many times in the past, she had to stand by and remain silent, no longer. “
I
am Lady Isis of House Rigel. I have provided my Lord with four males all of which I have believed to be fit and worthy… until now….” She let her words hang, her eyes never straying from Ull. “You may be a Lord’s
first
male, but that gives you no more power over me than any other male. It does not make you better than
me
.”

“You have done nothing this day, but dishonor your brother, a
Lord
, with your unfounded accusations and then your mother, by thinking you have the right to order me to do
anything
! I understand you are disappointed with what has occurred this day, but it
does not
excuse your behavior. Our universe has changed, for the better. If you cannot see that and accept it, then perhaps you are not who Betelgeuse needs.”

∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞

Ull stood frozen at his mother’s words. Never in his life had he heard her raise her voice, to anyone. She had always looked at him with such pride and respect that he sometimes found it embarrassing. But now her eyes contained only anger and… disappointment. Unknowingly, he raised a hand to rub the aching area in the center of his chest.

Pulling his gaze from her, Ull looked to his manno knowing
he
would understand and make her retract her words. Instead Ull found a rage even greater than his mother’s burning in his manno’s eyes. Oryon’s hand was clenching and unclenching around the hilt of his sword.

Paling, Ull realized just how far he had overstepped his bounds. His mother was right, while he might be a first male, he was still just a male, easily replaceable. Spinning on his heel, he left the room.

∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞

Korin’s gazed traveled over those left in the room. It had been such a strange day. The Emperor himself was giving Korin a chance to regain his honor by naming him as Lord Ynyr’s second. Something his new Lord had agreed to only after making it understood that if he found Korin’s performance lacking he would be dismissed.

Korin knew he had a long way to go before his new Lord would trust him and even further to gain his respect. Even Korin wasn’t sure he deserved this chance, not after the things he had done… and not done. But for his brother Mabon, he would do his best and hope it was enough.

Talk about pressure and that was before what he had just witnessed. There were a thousand things he needed to discuss with Ynyr and thousand decisions that needed to be made. Yet House Rigel, both of them, were in chaos.

∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞

“Isis,” Oryon moved carefully towards his Lady. Never in all their years had he seen her so angry. Ull was her first presentation. She had kept him with her longer than any of the others and he had always thought there was a special bond between them as she always seemed to know what he needed before anyone else. Now it seemed that bond had been broken and he knew that would hurt her.

The eyes that met his told him he was wrong. Ull’s words had not hurt her. They had devastated her. The pain he found there made him wonder how she was still standing. Yet he watched her straighten her shoulders and turn to Korin.

“Where are you being quartered?” She asked, her voice flat, but steady.

“I…” Korin’s eyes flew to Oryon and at his slight nod continued to speak. “I have been resting in the guard’s wing my Lady.”

“That will not do,” Isis stated. “You are now Lord Ynyr’s second in command, your rank demands better.”

“Yes, my Lady but Lord Bertos’ wing… my pardons… Lord Ynyr’s wing is not yet ready for him.”

“Then you shall stay here as you are now a member of House Rigel, at least one of them.”

“I…” Korin couldn’t believe what she was saying.

“We will have last meal together and during it we can discuss what you believe are the most pressing matters in Etruria.”

“I…”

“Isis,” Oryon’s voice was hard.

“I will be a part of this Oryon, as will Vali and Zev. Ynyr is going to need all the support we can give him.”

“I will go get Ynyr,” Zev quickly said, his eyes full of mischief. He was half way across the room before his mother’s voice stopped him.

“No, Zev. You will leave them alone. This is their Joining night.” Her eyes returned to Oryon, filled with memories. “They will be allowed to enjoy it with no further interruptions. When they are ready they will come out.”

“But…” Zev stammered.

“Do as your mother has commanded Zev,” Oryon ordered gruffly remembering how excited and nervous he had been during his first Joining with Isis. Yes, Ynyr and Abby needed this time to forge a bond before the demands of Ynyr’s new position forced them apart.

“I’ll order the meal.” Isis told them. “Warrior Korin if you would retrieve your things it should be here by the time you return.”

Bowing slightly to Isis, Korin obeyed.

∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞

Ynyr looked down at his Abby, her head resting on his chest, she had thrown an arm and a leg over him while she slept as if she needed to make sure he was close. Goddess, to wake up this way every morning… it was something he would willingly give his life for to keep. Carefully, he ran a finger along her cheek, not wanting to wake her, but unable to resist the temptation it presented.

He was still amazed by everything that had happened between them the day before. Amazed with everything she had allowed him to do to her. She had released
three
times. Once when he was inside her. He could still hear her cries of pleasure as he drove into her again and again. He had held nothing back and neither had she.

Just the thought of how she had responded had his shaft jerking to life. Something that should not have been possible, not after last night.

“Seems someone is ready to start the day off right.”

The soft, sleep laden voice had him looking into the drowsy but satisfied eyes of his Abby. Leaning down, he gently kissed her lips that were still swollen from his kisses the night before.

“So it would seem,” he whispered back.

“Well then…” Shifting to slide her foot along his leg, she meant to welcome the morning in properly, instead she found herself wincing.

“Abby?” Instantly concerned Ynyr sat up straight, his eyes flying over her.

“I’m fine,” she reassured him, “just a little sore.”

“A Healer! You need a Healer! I was too rough!” Ynyr jumped out of the bed running for the door.

“
Ynyr!!!
”

Abby’s shout had his feet skidding across the floor as he spun around to look at her. “What!” He demanded, giving her a full frontal view that had her mouth dropping open. Goddess the male was built like an Adonis and he was all hers. “Abby!” The anxiety in his voice had her, forcing her gaze back to his face and her mind started to function again.

“Well, first of all before you leave this room you had better be planning on putting some pants on. No one else gets to see what is mine.”

“Abby…” Ynyr growled, running a frustrated hand through his disheveled hair. Did she really think he cared if his brothers saw him naked?

“And second, I… do… not… need… a… Healer.” She carefully enunciated each word.

“But…”

“I said I was
sore
not
hurt
.” She held a hand out to him. “Come back to bed Ynyr.”

“Abby,” slowly as if drawn back against his will, he took her hand. Crooking one leg, he sat on the bed, apparently unconcerned about the new view he was giving her while he looked deeply into her eyes, trying to see the truth.

“My vow Ynyr,” she told him. “I am fine.”

Ynyr closed his eyes silently thanking the Goddess. He didn’t know what he would do if he lost his Abby now. A sudden growling sound had his eyes flying open to find Abby’s cheeks pinkening.

“Um, I might be a little hungry though.” She gave him a sheepish smile as she rubbed her stomach. “Yesterday was a long day and last night…”

“Goddess, I did not feed you!” Ynyr couldn’t believe he had forgotten to care for her.

“Hey!” Abby gripped his arm, stopping him from pulling away from her. “I wasn’t complaining.”

“I should have taken better care of you.”

“And I should have taken better care of
you
!” Abby countered. “It works both ways, you know. Yesterday was just as eventfully for you as it was for me. You can’t blame yourself unless you are going to blame me too.”

“It is not your responsibility…”

“A Tornian female may not consider it her responsibility to care for her male but I do. You are mine Ynyr to care for, to protect and to love and I failed you.”

“Abby,” Ynyr covered her hand with his, “You could never fail me. Don’t you understand what you have already given me… freely… in front of all of Tornian?” He didn’t give her time to answer. “You had your choice of the best the Empire had to offer and yet you choose a
third
male.”

“I chose the
best
the Empire had to offer.” Abby interrupted him. She wouldn’t let him think less of himself just because of an accident of birth. She knew what that felt like and she refused to let him suffer like that. “I chose you. The rest of the females will just have to settle for what is left.”

Ynyr closed his eyes and sighed as he rested his forehead against hers. Goddess the gifts his Abby kept giving him, stole his breath. He would spend the rest of his life making sure she never regretted choosing him.

When her stomach growled again, he found himself chuckling and lifted his head. “Let us get you fed.” Standing, he held out his hand.

∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞

Abby stared down at the outfit she was wearing and silently laughed. She
so
did not look like a ‘Lady’ wearing one of Ynyr’s black shirts that fell passed her knees. Ynyr had rolled up the sleeves to her elbows, then pulled a tieback from the curtains and cinched it around her waist. Her little brown leather slip-ons, the only thing she had left from Earth finished off her outfit.

No, there was nothing ‘Lady-like’ about her attire. The thought had her steps slowing and she tried to pull her hand from his as they approached the eating chamber.

“Abby?” Ynyr stopped, frowning down at her. “What is wrong?”

“Maybe I should just go back to your chamber and you can bring me something.”

“What? Why? Are you ill?”

Ynyr’s last question had her rolling her eyes. “No. I am not ill, but I am not exactly dressed like your ‘Lady’ should be. I don’t want to embarrass you…” her words trailed off to a whisper as she looked up at him.

“Embarrass me…” Ynyr rounded on her, backing her up into a wall as he glared down at her. “You think
anything
you could do…
anything
could embarrass me! Let alone something as unimportant as what you are wearing?” How could she possibly think that?