Bearing Armen - Book Three

by Brenna Lyons

  “You are such a bad girl,” he growled, knowing it was the game she wanted to play with him. “Aren’t you?” From the first time he saw her, he’d known this wasn’t her style. Maybe that’s why seeing her this way turned him on so much.

  Katie’s startling blue eyes opened, and she nodded shakily. Those eyes always cut through him, more so now that they were full of so much need—and so much trust in him.

  Scott used her juices to stroke her clit again, wondering what the other men she’d been with were like in bed. From her reactions, it was a safe bet that they’d been nothing like him. “God, I am hard for you.” And he was getting harder by the minute.

  She tried to free her hands again, throwing her head back with a low cry of frustration when he restrained her. It was imperative that he keep charge. Scott didn’t try to analyze that. He was afraid if he did, he’d find that he was striking back at the complete loss of control over his own life with the most powerful person he could, just another willful show.

  No. There was a lot more to it than that. The certainty that Katie came here to be dominated, to slough off her authority for a little while, was in everything she did. He’d seen her in action at training. If she really wanted to escape him, she’d do it without breaking a sweat. If she didn’t like what he was doing, she wouldn’t be so wet or so responsive.

  “Scott, please.” Katie tipped back and forth against his fingertips, driving herself toward release.

  He pulled his hand away, denying her. She’d come all right, but she’d come at his leisure and not her own. But, how to accomplish it?

  Scott stood before her, lifting her slightly to grind his aching cock to her wickedly bare pussy. She started moving against him immediately, and he backed away.

  “You want to come, and you will,” he taunted. “Do what I say, and you’ll have the ride of your life. You can do that, can’t you?”

  “Yes. Anything.”

  Her agreement sent a shiver of anticipation down his body. Anything I say. Ideas competed fiercely for attention, each more appealing than the one before. There’s time, he assured himself. I can keep her at the edges all night. But to start...

  He turned her toward the weight bench. “On your knees.”

  Katie complied, and he gauged her height for comfort. He’d have to improvise, or she’d be damned uncomfortable in just a few minutes.

  Scott rose and strode to the bed, grabbing the two king-size pillows off and returning to her. He stripped the pillow case off of one, then stacked them next to her knees, lifting Katie onto them.

  She braced her hands on the bench for balance. Scott grasped them and pulled them behind her back again, binding them snug with the pillow case. He eased her upper body down and forward, positioning her stomach across the bench, her breasts and mouth on one side and her wet slit on the other.

  For a moment, he was breathless. Scott forced himself to speak through teeth clenched tight. “Now that is a pretty picture.” It was more than pretty. His jeans suddenly felt a size or two too small, the pressure tempting him to enjoy other cozy places.

  He pulled at his button fly with one hand, the other stroking at her clit until she was moving against him, soft cries of longing calling him inside. Her hot lubricant soaked his fingers, preparing them to thrust inside her. But Scott had no intentions of thrusting them into her. Watching her frenzy made him want one thing. He leaned over her, plundering her nipples with his free hand while he coaxed her to release.

  “Come for me.” His voice hardly seemed his own. “I want to feel it.”

  He would feel it, buried deep inside her, but he wouldn’t come. He’d ride out her orgasm, bring his cock to her mouth for a taste, strip every stitch of clothing off her body, tie her to his bed, taste every inch of her body, then come deep inside her. Just the thought of it made his cock bob in search of her waiting body.

  He didn’t have long to wait. Katie’s sounds and movements became more frantic. She whispered prayers begging patience from Dobler. At last, she stiffened, trembling, a choked cry catching in her throat.

  Scott didn’t waste a moment. He skated his hand back, spread her slit, and thrust deep inside her. His eyes, closed in anticipation of fighting back his release, flew open in shock.

  Every sensation hit him at once, drowning his control. Her contracting body was the sweet torture he’d known it would be, but the unexpected stimuli did him in. The minute resistance of her hymen, coupled with the scent of blood and her sharply-indrawn breath, nearly stopped his heart in pleasure.

  Her climax quickened, and he lost the battle silently, begging his God and all of hers for a reprieve that wouldn’t come, his cock pouring wave after wave of come into her. He wrapped his hands around her waist, gripping tight, lost in the climax that seemed never-ending. Balance deserted him, and Scott slid to the mat, pulling Katie over him, still impaled on his length.

  Then it was over. He lay on his side on the mat, his breathing quick and uneven, his heart racing. His grip faltered as his muscles went limp. His cock was anything but limp, still raging inside her, pulsing in aftershocks.

  Katie wiggled her backside against him with a sigh of contentment. His body reacted fiercely to that provocation, ready to continue his plan for the evening despite his mind’s rebellion.

  What game was she playing? Scott tried to push away his uncertainty. He’d known Katie was playing with him when she came here. He’d known she was acting like the bad girl when every daily impression of her screamed that she wasn’t one.

  Yes, but I was in charge! How had she turned the tables on him so easily?

  The tang of blood teased his nose. That’s how. He’d known she wasn’t a bad girl, but he hadn’t known she was a virgin. The shock of discovery had given her the upper hand. She’d distracted him just as Tevin had distracted him in training, making him think with the wrong head at the right time.

  His fingers fumbled at the twisted and knotted pillow case. Conflicting thoughts and feelings assaulted him. He needed to sort them out, and he needed time alone to do that.

  Scott grimaced as he slipped out of her body, the urge to take her again nearly undoing his resolve to think before he acted. He turned to his back, scrubbing his hands over his face.

  Katie turned toward him, nestling to his side, placing one hand on his stomach, too close to his cock for his sanity. “Scott?” she asked in a voice that renewed her promise of anything.

  For an agonizing moment, he prayed she’d take the initiative and work her way down his body, sucking him into her mouth. If she did that, he wouldn’t care about thinking anymore. Gods, I need to stop this. “I think you should leave,” he whispered.

  She retreated without question, taking her warmth with her so that he shivered in the sudden chill. Faint sounds announced her straightening her clothes and the click of her heels on the wood floor her departure. Katie paused, most likely to collect her jacket.

  “Scott?” she called again, an unspoken plea not to send her away transmitted clearly in that single word.

  “Go.”

  “If you wish.” The door opened and then closed again.

  He dropped his arms to the mat, opening his eyes and staring at the ceiling in numb disbelief. His cock still strained, chastising him for sending her away. Her scent surrounded him, making the hunger more acute.

  Scott pushed to his feet. If he wanted to sleep tonight, he’d have to wash her musk from his body. He froze in the act of pulling his jeans shut, staring at the blood covering him wildly. It was a damn good thing that he did his own laundry.

  He thought that in a vain effort to push another insistent, highly-disturbing thought away. He wished it worked...then called himself a liar.

  She’s mine. I’ll make her belong to me.

  * * * *

  Katie hesitated before she entered her room, sure that Bear was still waiting for her. If she’d stayed with Scott all night, her brother would have been waiting for her to return.

  He
turned from the window, seemingly uncertain, not meeting her eyes. “It...” He cleared his throat.

  “I’m fine, Bear.”

  His eyes closed and he nodded. His nostrils flared slightly, and he took a deep breath. “Is it bad?”

  “Bad? Oh, you mean... Just twinges,” she lied. It hurt, though she wondered if it would have hurt as much if it wasn’t compounded by the aching emptiness she still wanted Scott to fill. “A hot bath will help, and with our healing, it should feel much better in the morning.” Except for wanting him.

  “Yeah.” His voice was strained and his jaw tight in leashed anger. Katie crossed the room to him, touching his cheek, then sinking into his embrace when he reached for her blindly.

  “There’s a first time for everything,” she soothed him. “No matter how gentle a man is, the first time is never easy.”

  She rationalized how hard this must be for Bear. He’d always been responsible for her, even starting his training three years early so he could ‘protect her.’ For the first time in his life, he couldn’t protect her. Moreover, he shouldn’t protect her from this. It had to happen.

  His arms tightened around her as if he’d like to carry her away and put things back the way they were before the maddening call to her printing began. “He treated you well?” he managed.

  She felt her face heat at how good he’d made her feel. “He’s my mate, Bear.”

  “As Dad was with Mom?” he hinted.

  He had her there. “Well, I certainly didn’t make a point of advertising the fact that I’m a— Uh... I mean, that I was... Without warning him, you know he wouldn’t take—”

  He grumbled curses in seven languages. “I take it that’s why you’re back so soon?”

  “Can you blame him for being upset? From what I hear, Dad practically ripped Mom’s head off for pulling this on him.”

  “How upset was he, Kates?”

  Katie eased away, straightening her jacket. “Not very.” She tried to turn away, hoping her twin wouldn’t see her upset at Scott’s dismissal.

  Bear caught her by the arms, dragging Katie back around to face him. “Spill it, Kate—” His eyes widened, and he scooped her wrist up, examining it. “I’ll kill him for this.”

  “No!”

  His Blutjagd burned brightly. “He bruised you, and—”

  “It’s not what you think. We were...” She groaned. Why was it so hard to talk to her brother about sex? It wasn’t as if she was likely to do something he hadn’t already—or he hadn’t thought about already.

  “Were? Were what?” He stroked the bruise, his eyes challenging her to explain them in a way that would keep him from killing Scott.

  “Playing... Playing sex games,” she forced out, only slightly uncomfortable with discussing the particulars of her deflowering with her brother.

  “Bondage?” he asked in disbelief.

  “Well, it wasn’t as if I didn’t like it,” she defended herself hastily.

  Corwyn flushed crimson, his Blutjagd fading fast. “I am not telling Mom and Dad this one. Not on a bet. Not for a million dollars.”

  “You better not!”

  He scowled. “That’s not going to heal for a few days. What are we going to tell everyone? Or are you going to make this public now that you’ve consummated it?”

  “No. We’re not ready for that yet.” She bit her lip lightly. “We’ll tell them they were training injuries.”

  Bear snorted, rolling his eyes. “Yeah. A new hold to subdue you. The Danvers maneuver.”

  Chapter Twenty-seven

  November 2, 2049

  Scott doused his head in water, shivering despite the heat of the shower. Visions of Katie danced in his mind, bringing randy fantasies of him striding to her room and finishing what he’d started the night before.

  He’d been a fool. The previous night had likely been his only shot with her, and he hadn’t even seen her nude. Now, he ached to, but from the glaring looks Corwyn had shot him every time he’d dared glance Katie’s way, it was a safe bet that her brother was prepared to rebuff Scott quickly and quietly.

  And who could blame Katie for asking him to? Scott had fucked her and then kicked her out of his room, not even offering her comfort or asking if she was okay once he’d learned she was a virgin. Worse...

  He sighed, fisting his hand against the wall. No matter what he was before he knew he was a Warrior, now he was just what Tevin termed ‘the bastard cursed.’ Leave it to Tevin to lay it all on the line for him. The princess could choose to fuck whoever she wanted—human, Warrior, or bastard—but in the end, Katie would be marrying someone appropriate, and Scott was anything but.

  A click interrupted his musings, followed by a second. Scott stepped back from the spray, listening for any telltale noise. He reached for the shower curtain...then hesitated. It was probably one of the children. There was no way it was Katie. Why would it be her?

  But, I locked the door. Would one of the younger children, one young enough to sneak into a private bath, know how to disable the lock? How would one make it from the nurseries to his far corner of the house without being caught by a Warrior?

  Curiosity overpowered his confusion, and he reached for the curtain again. It slid away from his fingers, and she appeared, a bulky terry-cloth robe open so that her body was framed by it, revealed to him.

  “May I join you?” she asked seriously, though her eyes glittered in amusement.

  Scott couldn’t find his voice. He scanned every inch of her he could see, his semi-erect cock coming up hard and fast in response.

  Katie stared at it, dropping the robe to the floor around her ankles. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes,’” she murmured, stepping into the shower and closing the curtain behind her.

  She grasped the bar of soap and ducked her head under the spray of water, plastering her hair to her scalp and neck and sending droplets skittering over her skin. Scott hooked his hands on the safety bars in the shower and leaned back against the smooth surround, anticipating watching her soap herself up, her hands caressing her body.

  It didn’t happen. Katie closed the distance between them, bringing the soap to his chest. He forced his eyes open, savoring every sensation as she kneaded his muscles with the slick soap, memorizing her expression as she traced every line of his upper body. Her soaped hands cupped his balls, urging them to harden, then moved up his length, stroking slowly. Scott let out a hitching breath at that, thankfully managing not to beg her for more. She returned the soap to the dish, then took down the shower head and sprayed him down, watching the suds wash away.

  My turn, he decided, but Katie had other ideas.

  She sank to her knees, stroking her tongue along the underside of his cock, massaging the chorded veins, then sliding the tip through the cleft at the head. Scott fisted his hands on the bars as he released a shot of pre-come onto the pink expanse torturing him. Katie closed her mouth with a hum of satisfaction. She licked her lips, her gaze locked on his twitching length.

  “God have mercy,” he breathed.

  Katie surged toward him, capturing the head between her lips and sucking hard on the knob.

  “Oh, God,” he repeated his plea, leaning toward her, seeking more.

  She didn’t disappoint him. The suction eased, and Katie slid most of his length into her mouth, stroking the sensitive underside with her tongue again.

  Scott eased back, then forward again, setting the depth at a little less than she originally took him, allowing Katie to meet him shallower or deeper as she wished. Her eyes closed, and she moaned around his length.

  The urge to drag her up and thrust inside her was intense, but he pushed it away. There was no knowing how long this affair would last, and he’d never forgive himself if the opportunity to have her mouth didn’t come again.

  Their pace increased, and their sounds of enjoyment deepened until he knew he’d passed the point of no return. His hands fisted the bars, and his muscles tensed until he felt certain he’d rip them off
the walls before he came. It had to end soon. He couldn’t take this much longer.

  Scott watched her, his heart pounding, praying she wouldn’t release him when he came. Pearl necklaces had never been his thing, though he imagined Katie could make even that appealing. No, Scott liked to come inside some hot, deep place in a woman. Even hand jobs only prepped him for more, which was why taking care of matters himself had never held his needs at bay for long.

  The rushing sensation overpowered the building tension abruptly, coming without warning. Scott held his breath, letting it out in a groan as she swallowed, her mouth tightening around him. He laid his head back against the tub surround, closing his eyes, fighting the rising need to laugh in relief.

  His lax hands tightened around the bars as Katie continued moving. His balls swelled almost painfully again. At last, his mind rebelled. He was in charge. Sexually, he had to be in charge.

  * * * *

  Katie closed her eyes again to Scott’s shudder of pleasure. She’d intended to let him soften in her mouth, but he didn’t seem to be softening. If he wanted more, she’d give him more until she was exhausted.

  “Get up,” he ordered.

  She opened her eyes, laying a kiss on the tip of his erection as she released him. Then she met his eyes.

  Scott still lounged in the corner of the tub enclosure, his muscles taut as if to strike, his expression fierce. “I said ‘get up.’”

  Katie smiled, pushing to her feet, running her hands and mouth up his body as she rose. Every muscle she touched tightened another notch. If Scott were anyone else, she’d be afraid he would snap and try to hurt her, but this was her mate. She pressed her body to his, chest to chest.

  He grasped her face between his hands and captured her mouth with an animal growl. Katie took his lead, letting him sweep her away. Scott turned her and pressed her to the wall between the two safety bars, guiding her hands to them and forcing her fists closed within his. He didn’t have to order her to keep them there. His meaning was unmistakable.