Page 10 of Destined

“I can taste how much you want me,” she said. She loved seeing how his eyes narrowed when she gave him another leisurely lick. She recalled how Colm and the other Fae warriors spoke to him. “Tell me what you would have me do, my liege.”

His big hands snatched her up from his thighs, and moved her over his groin.

“Spread your thighs, wench. I can feel the heat of you, now I will have your sweetness on me. Just so.”

He lowered her just enough for his cockhead to rest against the drenched opening of her pussy. He jerked his hips, working the broad dome against her until her fluids made him gleam.

“That is not enough,” he ordered. “Give me more.”

The commanding tone of his voice gave Kayla a shivery thrill, and she braced her knees on either side of him. When he lowered her another inch she shimmied down his shaft until she engulfed him. The moment he began to lift her she tightened around him, trapping him inside her.

“You want me to make you wet?” she whispered. “Then I will.” She thrust down with her hips, impaling herself on him. He stretched and filled her so completely she felt it from her heels to her head. One long, luxurious shudder snaked down her body. “I never want to move again. Oh, Ryan.” She almost collapsed on his chest.

“Come here.” He drew her down, keeping his swollen length inside her as he pressed her cheek to his shoulder. “I am your bed now, Kayla. Every night you will come to me for your rest, and we will sleep like this. Naked, and joined together. Your lips on my skin. My hands holding you close.” He cupped the tight curves of her bottom as he thrust a little deeper into her softness.

“I can do that.” She caught her breath as his fingers went exploring.

“I will do so much more,” he assured her. “I will wake you with my tongue between your thighs, and my fingers plucking these sweet, blushing nipples. I will lick you as much as I wish. It will take a very long time to get enough of you for one morning—and then I will see you wrap your lips around me.”

His murmured words had as much effect on her as the gentle thrusts of his shaft, and Kayla began to shake all over, her hands gripping his upper arms and then his shoulders as she felt her hair writhing around her face.

“Now you understand my every desire,” Ryan told her, the pale golden tendrils of his long mane undulating as they threaded through her dark tresses. “All I want is you, naked and alone with me. I want to take you from dusk until dawn until noon. I would be your lover and sweetheart and mount. Like this, I am not your liege, my beautiful one, nor you my servant. We are made one and the same.”

Ryan gripped her bottom as he worked her harder over his cock. His thumbs pressed into the soft notch between her tight curves, and nudged against her rosebud. She remembered how he had pleasured her in the crystal city’s hidden snuggery, taking her virginal pucker and showing her all the delirious, dark delights she had never known. Now as he pressed one of his thumbs into the clenching ring of nerves Kayla cried out, pushing back against his hand and down on his shaft until their body hair meshed. As he worked his thumb deeper, she gripped his heavy girth from within and bowed against him as her belly tightened.

“I am going to pump you so full of my seed it will spill from you like rain,” Ryan crooned, and gave her mouth a hard kiss as he plowed deeper into both of her openings. “And the next time we are alone, with time and privacy and a real, sturdy bed, I will have your lovely little ass again.”

That sensual threat sent Kayla into a wild whirlwind of bliss as she came, crying his name and straining against him as an avalanche of sensation crashed over her. Another huge surge rolled over the first as Ryan thrust deep and held himself there, his cock jerking and pulsing as he jetted over and over into her pussy.

As they both went limp Kayla heard the harsh sounds of their mingled breaths, and felt his chest rising and falling beneath her face. She didn’t know how long they lay like that, but realized she was content for the first time in her life. Finally though, she found the energy to push herself up and disengage their bodies. She rolled away to lay on her back and stare up at the stars. There were so many that the sky looked alien. She turned her head to ask Ryan why, but saw he had already fallen asleep.

“Such a man.” She smiled a little as he grumbled and turned on his side.

She rose and gathered their clothes. They couldn’t stay the night here, not with the threat of another Blackstone attack, but she could let her lover sleep for an hour or two. Ryan might not get another chance for a while.

She dressed as quietly as she could, and after placing Ryan’s clothes beside him went over to pick one of the tangerines. While they’d been in Tennessee she’d missed the simple joy of being able to pick fruit from the citrus trees in her yard. As she broke open the tangerine she breathed in its sweet scent and smiled. Instead of dividing it into sections, she bit into it. The tangy juice spilled into her mouth and down her hand. It was like tasting sunshine itself. But before the heady nectar could run off her elbows, she hurried to the pool and dipped in her arm.

Two long, pale hands shot out of the water, and dragged Kayla down.

Chapter 6

MOLD BLACKENED THE peeling paint on the walls of the bedroom. Broken windows allowed gnats, moths and lizards to come in and inspect the decaying furnishings and putrid piles of discarded clothes. The stink of sweat, urine and vomit came from a mattress so stained it resembled a sacrificial altar used carelessly and too often. The harsher, uglier stench drifted from the closet, where jugs of antifreeze, ammonia and drain cleaner were stored until the occupants ran out of their home-cooked drug.

Braced against the cleanest wall, Dirk Blackstone shoved the mortal addict away from him as soon as his minor burns had healed.

“Take her to the rest of the wounded,” he told his cousin. “The worst may share her—and get rid of these damned chemicals.”

“They’re part of the potion which she and her friends inject daily,” Beck Blackstone said, as he hefted the junkie under his arm. “If you wish to retain the female mortals to service us, you must permit them to make more of it.”

Dirk’s outrage had grown so much he thought his skull might burst. “Do you imagine I will stay in this privy one moment longer than I must, Cousin?”

“We have no other place here—unless you wish to return to the lake, and permit Sheridan, that changeling bitch, and our own dragons to finish us off.”

His cousin bowed and trudged off with the limp female still tucked under his arm.

Beck’s prediction burned hotter than dragonfire, but Dirk could not deny what he said. Nor could he turn a crushing defeat into what it should have been: a guaranteed victory. All of it came courtesy of Dirk’s traitorous half-sister. Somehow Tara had been released and rescued, and persuaded to turn the dragons against their masters. She hadn’t done it for Kayla Rowe, either. No doubt Tara imagined herself striking back at Dirk for beating her. He had the cold comfort of knowing that her Dark Fae nature had finally conquered the last remnant of her Fae mother’s influence. For that he would rejoice, but not until after he punished Tara for daring to move against him.

He calmed himself enough to open a shadow portal, and through it sent the mindshare spell that allowed him to communicate with her. Offering her freedom in trade for the spellsinger had already failed. Nor would she have turned against him if she desired his forgiveness. He would have to offer something more tantalizing now: perhaps her own territory and a new clan of her own to rule. He knew how much his half-sister desired control over her own destiny. The prospect of becoming a Dark Fae clan leader would ensure such at outcome, along with formidable power and great wealth.