Solstice Surrender

by Cooper-Posey, Tracy

  She didn’t want to move to another table. She wanted him to take her upstairs and do to her what he had just shown her. She wanted, oh, she wanted to screw, make love, fuck wildly, until she was an empty husk, drained and depleted.

  She wanted, above all else, to feel him slide his cock into her. That supreme moment that only came once—the sweet novel pressure of him pushing into her, hard and hot and deeply satisfying. She threw the thought at him, realizing that already the trick came easier and took less concentration to manage.

  She saw his broad chest lift on a sharp inhale. He looked at the waiter. “We’ll just pay and go.”

  Chapter Three

  Rhys’ big hand rested on the small of her back as she headed for the elevators. He spoke in a quiet undertone. “The stairs are quicker.”

  The elevator is more private.

  It seemed to take minutes for the elevator to arrive and for every second that ticked on, Jenna could feel the tension building. It almost crackled between them.

  An image slide into her mind of the two of them inside the elevator car, frantically tearing off clothes, reaching for each other. Rhys’ hands on her bared breasts, the sound of their shortened breaths and the feel of her soft flesh….

  Jenna’s clitoris throbbed in response and every fold of flesh between her legs was slippery with her juices. Ready.

  When at last the elevator door slid back and showed it was empty, she almost gasped with relief. She hurried in. Rhys stepped in behind her and stabbed at the fifth floor button. Had he taken that information from her mind?

  The doors slid shut with indeterminable slowness but even before they met in the middle, Rhys’ hands were on her shoulders, turning her to face him.

  He picked her up by the waist and carried her backward until she was up against the wall. The grab-rail propped her up, her head level with Rhys’. She wrapped her legs around his waist.

  He cupped her face. “Beautiful.” His voice was thick with an emotion she knew was lust rapidly whirling out of control.

  “Do what you must, Rhys.” Her own voice was rough, too. She couldn’t find the words to describe the primal needs in her and the desire to be taken in a way that would mark her indelibly, that would change her.

  His dark eyes glittered in the harsh light of the elevator. “I know.” He kissed her. She realized she had told him what she had wanted, after all. She had passed all her thoughts on to him.

  His lips were hard and demanding and his tongue invaded her. She opened herself up to him physically and mentally, in every way possible. His hands rested against her, steadying her, before sliding up to capture her breasts through her sweater.

  She gripped him tightly with her thighs, trying to draw him even closer. Their kiss extended and grew deeper, until the shudder of the elevator coming to a halt brought them back to the present moment.

  Jenna led him down the corridor. Her room was at the far end and the corridor seemed to stretch for a mile and take forever to traverse. When she finally faced the door, she couldn’t get the card into the slot. Her hand shook too much. “Goddamn it.”

  Rhys’ hand came over hers, halting her stabs. He guided her fingers, his own hot and hard against them. The heavy bolts thudded aside and she pushed the door open and flicked on the lights, threw her coat and shopping bag onto the chair that sat just inside the door.

  She turned back to face Rhys and pushed him back against the door, throwing herself at him.

  He wound his arms around her, holding her in a tight grip. His strong hand buried in her hair and pulled her head gently backwards, lifting her face and her lips up to him. He claimed her mouth with a searing kiss.

  Pressed against him as she was, Jenna could fee his trembling.

  He tugged at her sweater.

  “Wait.” She pulled up the right sleeve of her sweater to get at the spring-loaded forearm sheath that held her knife and disengaged the spring. Then she slipped off the sheath and tossed it on the floor behind her. “If you had tugged at the sleeve it might have unloaded by itself. It’s a hair-trigger spring.”

  He grabbed her waist and pulled her back to him. “And you want to be taken….”

  You’re the only man in this world that can, she told him.

  He groaned, even as his lips claimed hers again. He kept kissing her as he pulled her sweater over her head and discarded it. She felt him tug on her jeans and the denim drifted down around her hips. He loosened her bra as the jeans slid lower and she pulled away from his lips long enough to kick off her boots and socks before the denim puddled around her ankles.

  Then Rhys lowered her to the carpet, right there next to the door and understanding flared in her. He was out of time and out of patience. It would be now. Here.

  His haste sent a thrill through her, making her nerves tingle almost painfully. All her senses were hyper-alert, absorbing every sensual stimulus. The carpet against her ass and back, Rhys’ harsh breath, the heat of his hands against her flesh.

  He pulled both her jeans and her panties away together, stripping her from the waist down with one impatient tug. Jenna shrugged out of the bra, the last item she wore, as Rhys settled on his knees between her thighs. She reached for his jeans and undid them quickly, as he slid out of his shirt. The need to hurry was goading them both, now.

  Despite her haste and her crumbling composure, Jenna found herself growing still for one quiet heartbeat as she gazed upon Rhys’ naked chest and shoulders and at the ripple of muscles under his lightly tanned skin. He had a fine line of hair that feathered down into the open fly of his jeans, a subtle arrow.

  And he had scars. She had seen scars like that before, but never so many on one man. They were a crazy quilt of slices, scrapes, grazes, knife wounds and lines of thick scar tissue tracing old stitched wounds. That is what a soldier would look like after years of hard action. She carefully shielded the thought from Rhys.

  He slid out of his jeans and she caught her breath as she saw his cock for the first time. The thick member throbbed visibly and her heart gave a small electrified jump as she anticipated what it would feel like when he slid into her. Her vagina and clit throbbed in reaction. Deliberately, she pushed the thought to him.

  “Hurry,” she added.

  He leaned over her and she welcomed his weight. She gripped his back and wound her leg over his hip. The blunt tip of his cock pushed gently against her slick cleft and she gave a little moan and shifted, spreading her thighs and trying to ease his access and draw him into her.

  “Jenna.” He was watching her face.

  “Ah, you’re teasing.”

  “I’m…savouring.” His voice was thick and hoarse. “I have waited a long time for this moment.”

  “This moment?” she asked. “This right now, this moment?”

  “Oh, yes. This very moment…here.” His cock pushed into her in a very slow, continuous motion that brushed every nerve ending. She opened up to accept him, sheathing the penetrating width of him, until finally he rested completely inside her and his pelvis pressed against her clit.

  She groaned, her eyes closing, as she savoured it, too.

  Rhys picked up her hand, his fingers curling through and over hers and brought it to his mouth. He kissed the back of her hand, his lips hot.

  The magical moment passed. Jenna`s body rallied and grew taut. She wanted more. The sheath of muscle around his cock clenched and he gave a low laugh. “More?”

  “Yes.” Her voice was strained.

  He thrust slowly and she caught her breath at the deep pleasure each motion pushed through her. Her body tensed and her breath became ragged. Every corpuscle contracted with delicious tension. She was going to climax within seconds and she looked up at Rhys, surprised. Quickly, she thrust the sensations at him.

  He kissed her. “Yes. Come for me,” he whispered. “Show me.”

  She closed her eyes and opened her mind up in the new way, sinking herself into the swiftly building climax.

  Her feelings we
re being enhanced. She could feel Rhys’ sensations, too.

  It was a strange sense of doubling. She saw/felt both of their feelings: The familiar, satisfying sensation of having a man’s cock buried deep inside her, hot and hard. Then, on top of that known feeling, there was an experience of being inside her. It was odd, but the associated feelings were intensely pleasurable…the soft pressure of her muscled pussy around him, the silvery delicate stroke at the sensitive head of his cock as he withdrew and pushed back in, her overwhelming heat and softness. All of it rising to a hard, swooshing climax that was building, it seemed, from his toes.

  It overwhelmed her. With a cry that tore at her throat, Jenna climaxed. The shock wave of sensations rolled through her body and mind, blurred and doubled by Rhys’ orgasm, as he locked into a tight bow against her with a guttural groan.

  For a moment the world grayed around Jenna as her climax throbbed and pulsed through her, wave after wave.

  Rhys was stroking her cheek with his thumb, watching her, when she finally took notice of her surroundings once more. He looked sleepy, with his half-closed eyes, but his eyes glittered with the same intensity she had first noticed.

  “Oh my,” she murmured. “Do you always share like that? How do you stop the top of your head from exploding?”

  “I’ve never shared like that.” He leaned down and kissed her while she assimilated his answer. The kiss was sweet, slow and deep, then his lips moved down to her throat, while his hand swooped up to capture her breast. She recalled the sense/thought he had given her, his hand feeling the weight of her breast, stroking the nipple and gave a small sigh as his fingertips slid over her responsive flesh, sending a ripple of delight through her.

  Her body stirred again, responding. His cock, buried in her, was still hard and she contracted around him.

  “Mmm….” His lips moved against her collar bone.

  She cupped his ass cheeks and squeezed, then slid her hands up the length of his back to his shoulders, feeling more scars beneath her fingertips and the play of muscles and tendons beneath his flesh.

  When his mouth took in her nipple and his tongue stroked the tip, the sparks of excitement that flitted through her made her hands drop to the floor and try to dig into the carpet. She groaned. He knew exactly what to do, the most sensuous stroking, the perfect caress.

  Her body quivered with renewed excitement. The breath-robbing, surging waves swept through her, sensitizing nerves again.

  “Yes.” His tone sounded almost triumphant, as he transferred his attention to her other breast, his weight shifting over her.

  “What are you doing to me?” she demanded, and gasped as his teeth closed around her other nipple and tugged.

  “Changing you. Making sure you are never the same again.”

  Jenna gave a deeper shiver beneath the delightful tremors he sent through her. She knew he would get his way. The process had already begun. She could never look at the world the same way as she had even this morning. Not anymore.

  He lifted himself up carefully, picked up her hips and with an athletic movement she’d never seen before, lifted her up so she straddled his thighs. His cock had remained inside her the entire time and now she felt him push even deeper as she settled over him.

  Then he got to his feet, sliding her legs around his waist, and moved into the room. He sat on the bed with her and grinned impishly. The expression made him seem young and carefree. “That’s much better,” he told her.

  Jenna unwrapped her legs from around his waist and pushed at his shoulder. It was like trying to move a boulder the size of a house and just as unproductive. He didn’t move. “Lie down,” she commanded, instead.

  He obeyed, lying back on the bed. His cock moved within her, the head rubbing against the slippery muscles there, stroking in a deeply intimate way.

  She leaned over him, pleased in a feminine way to realize she had to spread her arms wide to do so. With a wicked grin of her own, she lifted herself up so his cock slipped almost all the way out of her, then slowly lowered herself back down.

  Rhys’ hands on her thighs tightened their grip. “Lord…,” he breathed. The proximity of his hands to her pussy made her clit throb with tingling anticipation. She was spread open and vulnerable, this way. She sent the thought to him.

  His hand slipped along the delicate skin of her inner thigh and between her fleshy lips to stroke the aching, swollen nub just as she had imagined. For each thrust she took, his fingers teased her clit. Sometimes the tips slid down to where his cock pierced her flesh and caressing the folds there.

  When he lifted his head and shoulders and began to feast upon her breasts, the early waves of another climax gripped her. Her rhythm faltered and her concentration scattered. Rhys grabbed her hips and tipped her onto her side, bringing her leg up over his hip. He took control of the rhythm as her senses drowned in the deep pool of pleasure.

  She reached out blindly for him and he took her hand and placed it against his heart. She felt frenetic beating and opened her eyes a fraction to look at him. “Show me,” she whispered.

  He immersed her in his sense/feelings—the climax that began to shudder through him, the delight of being surrounded by her soft, malleable flesh, the delicateness of her, her responsiveness to him, her joy in her own pleasure, to be rewarded thus—

  Every tendon in Jenna’s body flexed as her orgasm gripped her. The peak drew out and out and yet further out….

  * * * * *

  They lay in a tangle of limbs for long minutes after, neither saying a word. Jenna listened to his breathing ease with her eyes half closed and her hand still resting against his chest.

  “Jenna.” It was a soft command.

  She opened her eyes.

  He touched her nose. “You’ve become pale again.”

  She caught his quick image—her white face, a handful of endearing freckles standing out in stark relief. The flesh looked almost translucent.

  “Time to eat,” he added.

  “Again? But—”

  “You’re using up energy with every surge.” His thumb brushed across her cheekbone with a featherweight touch. “It has its bonuses, you know. You can indulge in dark chocolate to your heart’s content.”

  “I’ve never been a chocolate lover.” She yawned hugely.

  Rhys slid her thigh from his. “Food. Let’s go.”

  His command was backed up with a mental push. It was a nudge to prod her into action. Behind it, she sensed his concern for her health.

  Reluctantly, Jenna dragged herself to the bathroom to clean up and dress.

  In ten minutes they were both ready to face the public once more, but Rhys studied her, frowning. “Are you wearing your knife?” he asked.

  Jenna felt a genuine shock. “No, and it’s normally so automatic to put it on.”

  “Put it on,” he said. “I can offer you all sorts of protection, but only if I’m near you. Even I can’t stop an avalanche or a physical attack if I’m not right there.”

  She saw again all the pale scars on his body and shivered. “Even inside the Banff Springs Hotel?” She picked up the spring harness and pushed her sweater sleeve above her elbow.

  “Here, their only recourse is physical violence. Even they are bound by the Coda.”

  She strapped the harness to her forearm. After so many years of doing it one-handed she had become practiced to the point of barely thinking about it anymore. “Should we even go downstairs? Perhaps we should order food in?”

  “The restaurant will be quicker.” Rhys grimaced. “Besides, I want to test the waters. You’re a professional, Jenna. You know it’s critical to keep tabs on the movements of the enemy.”

  True. She couldn’t deny that gathering information was an essential component of her work. Enemy movements and deployment was a nasty sub-set of data gathering, but just as necessary. “I suppose it will be safe enough. Will Clement Hine have realized where we are? Would we have…drawn him?” She felt odd saying it, but Rhys didn’t e
ven blink.

  “Not that precisely and Banff is made of hotels. He could spend a long time searching the town looking for us.” He grinned. “He’s probably already checked out this hotel. I would have. It would have been the first on my list. But the security here is very tight. He`d never be able to wander the upper corridors freely and they certainly won’t tell him I’m here. We’re relatively safe in the hotel.”

  Jenna considered his analysis, using SIA skills to probe at his conclusions from all angles, looking for weaknesses. She found a possibility. “From what you’ve said of him, Hine sounds resourceful. Not the sort of man who would let hotel security slow him down too much.”

  “He is.” Rhys pushed his hand through his hair. “Don’t let my complacency fool you. There’s only you and me against Hine’s dogs, Jenna.” He hesitated. “I don’t know if we will be strong enough. I know my own abilities but yours are completely untested and they haven’t been bound yet.”

  Jenna’s heart was racing. It had been a long time since she had been rated as anything less than highly skilled. Her lieutenant fielded requests for temporary secondments and assignments for her so often it had become a running joke.

  But this wasn’t the SIA. It had only been three hours since the Prince had got coffee dumped in his lap but already she knew she moved in a world a dozen steps beyond any experience on her resume. She couldn’t take Rhys’ assessment of her skills as anything but unadorned truth and just accept it as it was.

  She swallowed. “And you’re complacent because…?”

  “Because even if Hine walked into this room right at this moment and found us both here together, I’m pretty sure he won’t make a move until the solstice. He’ll just watch us.”

  “That’s crazy!” She drew in a breath and shoved the sleeve of her sweater down over the knife harness, reminding herself that she was operating out of her natural element. Striving for a more normal and reasonable tone of voice, she added, “Why would anyone just wait? I could think of a dozen ways to breach security, even here.”