Temple of Luna 1: Savage Possession

by Moira Rogers

  A rush of power washed over her when he came. She felt him in every cell of her being, the dwindling rage and pain that swept through her without touching her, and the satisfaction he found in the depths of her body and the readiness of her acceptance. Nothing inside him frightened her, even the things that perhaps should have. He was Rais, he was beautiful… and he was hers.

  He knelt between her thighs, still deep inside her, his head bowed and eyes closed as he panted. “Avani.”

  She shivered and wondered if the aftershocks of pleasure would continue as long as he was inside her. She knew there were words she was supposed to say, things that would ease his mind and assure him she was unharmed. But her breath still came in helpless pants and her training was a distant memory. So she made a soft noise of pleasure and hoped he’d understand.

  Rais started as if surprised and watched her face as he pulled away. “Not hurt?”

  It was foolish to feel the loss of him so sharply, especially knowing he’d need to take her at least once more. But she hungered for the feel of his skin, for the chance to touch him, and it undercut her reply with a yearning she couldn’t mask. “Not hurt. Just tired.”

  His movements were efficient but slow, almost exhausted. He freed her ankles first and then her wrists, leaving the lengths of delicate chain hanging from the bed as he collapsed beside her, half on his side and half on his stomach.

  Avani hid a wince as she shifted to her knees, her arms protesting how strongly she’d tugged against her shackles. The discomfort was minimal though, as inconsequential as the soft ache between her legs. She’d been well fucked, had prodded Rais to take her with force, though he’d been clearly reluctant to do so.

  The thought made her smile as she reached for his linen pants, still partly tangled around his body. “Lift your hips,” she whispered, stroking a hand over the strong line of his back. “You’ll be more comfortable without these.”

  Rais murmured a protest and reached for her. “Too much trouble. Come here.”

  She ignored him and tugged at the pants with both hands until he lifted just enough for her to ease them down his legs. They hit the floor a moment later, and Avani found just enough energy to ease her open gown from her arms. She let it slip from the bed before crawling back up to settle in his arms. “In case you didn’t notice, the years have not made me less stubborn.”

  The corner of his mouth ticked up. “You don’t say.”

  “Mm-hmm.” She pressed her fingers to his chest, exploring the skin stretched taut over solid muscle with a sleepy curiosity. “Promise me that you’ll let me touch you before you leave. The chains are very arousing, but you’re so beautiful.”

  “Touching me now,” he murmured, then rolled to bring her on top of him. He snagged the top edge of the turned-back sheet and pulled it over them.

  “Yes, but I want you awake to enjoy it.” Avani turned to rest her cheek against his chest and listened to his heartbeat slow. With the first desperate need sated he’d sleep, probably the first deep sleep he’d had in months.

  And when he woke up… One of her teachers had claimed that a warrior’s need sprung from the balance of nature. That the pain and death he’d caused would haunt him until he’d given pleasure and celebrated life with equal vigor. A priestess was trained to manage the initial rough encounter and taught to revel in what followed, the bliss of a focused man bent on wrenching every bit of ecstasy imaginable from her body.

  Rais hadn’t replied, so she lifted her head just long enough to ascertain that he’d fallen asleep. He looked just as severe in rest, the strong features too rugged to relax into anything less intimidating. Avani stroked her finger lightly over his cheek and smiled as affection welled up in her. He might not know the woman she’d become, but she knew him. She wanted him.

  And you have him. Avani settled against his chest and closed her eyes, luxuriating in the masculine, strong scent of a warrior and the feel of his magic curling deeper around her. For the next day or two, Rais was hers. And maybe he’d like the woman as much as she liked the warrior.

  Chapter Two

  His body ached like he’d undertaken a ten-mile march in full gear. But he wasn’t on the field. He was in the Temple, swathed in sensuous satin, and Avani lay draped over him.

  No wonder he was smiling.

  Rais stretched a little, trying to relieve an impending cramp in his shoulder. “Wake up, little one.”

  “Mmm.” She turned her head and nuzzled his chest sleepily, sending a cascade of tousled blonde hair spilling over his neck. “Warm.”

  “Indeed.” His cock stiffened, and he nudged its length against her hip. “You need something? Wine? Water?”

  She slid both hands to his chest and pushed herself upright, ending up with one knee on either side of one of his thighs. That wildly disheveled hair fell around her face as she smiled at him. “I may not be an experienced priestess, but I’m fairly sure fetching food and drink is my job. Would you like anything?”

  He shook his head, entranced by her breasts. He lifted his hands to cup their weight, heavy and firm, and flicked his thumbs over her nipples. “Maybe in a little while.”

  Her eyes fluttered shut and she made a quiet noise of pleasure, arching into his touch. The movement rubbed her cunt against his leg, and he could feel her slowly awakening arousal as she rocked down against him.

  She’d come hard before; he’d kept enough of his wits about him to make sure of it. But now was his chance to tease her, to take her slowly and watch her pleasure build to a fever pitch. “Can I have you again?”

  “Yes.” Her hand dropped and she curled her fingers around his cock as she opened her eyes, her smile turning teasing. “Are you going to spank me if I misbehave again? Because it’s very tempting.”

  “You like it too much,” he teased back. “Vixen.”

  She stroked her hand up the length of his cock, her grip still feather-light, but her expression turned serious. “That’s why I’m still in gold bands, isn’t it?”

  He could guess, but he merely shrugged one shoulder. “Have you asked Celine why?”

  “She says my job is to give a warrior what he needs, not give him license to take whatever he wants.”

  He felt his eyebrows go up. “And if either is at odds with what you need or want?”

  “You mean if he hurts me?” She dropped her hand to his thigh. “There are protocols in place. Spells that would trigger before he could do permanent physical damage. I might get a little bruised, but I’d heal. There’s always some risk in what we do, Rais, but nothing as dangerous as fighting on the front lines.”

  That all depended on the submission those warriors demanded, and the toll it might take on Avani’s mind and heart before it hurt her body. “Nothing as dangerous as that,” he agreed, “but more insidious.”

  She studied him with a tiny frown. “You think I should leave.”

  He tucked one arm behind his head and sighed. He couldn’t tell her Celine planned to have her leave after her next birthday, not before he’d given her his own proposal. Doing so would be tantamount to emotional blackmail. “What I think is that you should consider me.”

  “Consider you for…” Her voice faded and he felt the prick of her fingernails as her hand tightened on his leg. “Do you want me? Or do you pity me?”

  “Why do you ask when only an idiot would answer that in any way but one?”

  “Because only an idiot would lie to a woman with her knee this close to his cock.”

  Rais easily flipped her over on her back and sat up beside her. “Are you going to rant and scream and throw things at me if I say it’s a little of both?”

  Her cheeks flushed, probably at the reminder that Rais had been witness to one or two of her more spectacular bouts of temper. “No. But I’m not going to run off with you, either.”

  “That’s the last thing I’d ask, especially considering my remaining months of service.”

  “So what do you want?” She reached out and
stroked her fingers up his side, the touch feather-light. “You want no one else to touch me?”

  He caught her hand. “Will you wait for me?” The words seemed so innocuous, but it was a question that couldn’t be asked — or answered — lightly. “It’s not long now, Avani.”

  She didn’t reply at once. Her hand felt delicate until she curled her fingers around his in a surprisingly firm grasp. “I could be convinced to consider it.”

  No, she wasn’t the kind of woman who’d thank the Goddess and her lucky stars that he’d chosen to focus his attentions on her. “Convinced how?”

  “Call me when you can. Learn to know me as a woman. Fall in love with me. Make me fall in love with you.”

  A courtship. Rais had never thought of it, had never had to. Kings didn’t court women; they simply chose whom they pleased when they pleased. “I don’t have the luxury of courting you, Avani. I’ll be on the front, in the midst of heavy fighting, and I don’t know how much reliable communications contact I’ll have.”

  Avani closed her eyes as a hint of color deepened in her cheeks again. “The wishful thinking of a girl who’s always had a little bit of a crush on you, I suppose. I’ve been spoiled. Many men would do whatever it takes to marry into my uncle’s family.”

  “Of course they would.” He touched the curling end of one blonde lock of hair and hesitated. “You weren’t raised to settle for anything less. I understand.”

  “Do you, though?” She curled onto her side and nuzzled his fingers before brushing a kiss to his palm. “Do you have any idea how easily you could break me?”

  His chest ached, and he sank his fingers into her hair and held her so her gaze met his. “That’s the last thing I want, Avani. You deserve better than that, from me and everyone else.”

  She wet her lips with a quick dart of her tongue, her gaze never leaving his face. “I trust you. I trust you to do everything you can to keep from hurting me. So tell me what you want, and it’s yours.”

  The readiness and sincerity of the vow startled him. “Put it out of your mind.” He kissed her chin and traced her lips with his tongue. “Don’t worry about it.”

  Her lips parted. He felt the teasing brush of her tongue as she made a soft noise of pleasure, her earlier eagerness returning redoubled.

  Rais lay down and pulled her on top of him again. “Not tying you down this time,” he murmured against her mouth.

  She just laughed and bit his lower lip before squirming down his body. Her teeth scored his collarbone before her tongue darted out to trace over his chest. “You shouldn’t promise that before you see how badly I intend to misbehave.”

  “I have better ways to keep you in line.”

  “Do you?” She inched lower, not lifting her mouth from his skin until his cock rested in the valley between her breasts. “I find myself intrigued.”

  Rais arched an eyebrow and cupped her breasts, squeezing them around his shaft. She moaned and rubbed against him, and he had to bite his tongue to hold back a groan. “I can’t tell you what they are.”

  She smiled, that wickedly teasing glint in her eyes so much more dangerous now that she was a woman. “Not unless I earn it?” she asked, her voice warm and amused. She didn’t wait for a response, just dropped her mouth and took the head of his cock between her warm lips.

  This time, he couldn’t stop the groan that ripped free of him. “Can’t tell you because you’d try to get me to spank you.”

  The wet heat of her tongue teased over him as she hummed her agreement before lifting her head. “I’d beg you for it,” she whispered, her breath skating over him. “If you’d gotten me in the traditional way you’d know that. My profile indicates a decided preference for games of dominance in bed.”

  “Your profile?” He drew his fingers slowly through her hair and clenched his fist in the silky locks. “You’re right. I’ve never seen it.”

  “Too bad.” She dragged her tongue up the length of his shaft. “You’ll just have to figure it out on your own.”

  He pulled a little, then harder when she moaned. “You think I haven’t figured it out already?”

  “Maybe…” Her gaze found his as she licked his head. “You do seem very clever.”

  He couldn’t stop his hips from thrusting a little toward her mouth. “So do you.”

  She watched his face for one tense, teasing heartbeat, then wrapped her lips around his cock and began sucking him in earnest.

  It was sloppy, unpracticed. That soothed his possessiveness, but it didn’t explain why it still felt so damn good. Better than anything in recent memory, with the exception of being inside her. “Fuck.”

  Her moan shook through him as she clutched at his hips and tried to take him deeper. She seemed eager, almost desperate to please him, the feeling coming not just from the wet heat of her mouth, but the needy grasp of her magic.

  Rais pulled her head back gently. “Give me more, Avani. Ride me.”

  She let him guide her up his body, until her hips sat poised over his. She rubbed against him, grinding her cunt down on his cock, and tilted her head back as a moan of pleasure escaped her. “I’ve never spent this much time on top of a man before.”

  She’d probably never had a man comfortable giving up any control. “Just a little…” He slid inside her with a groan. “That’s it.”

  Both of her hands landed on his chest. She stared down at him, eyes wide and glazed with pleasure, and took another few inches of his cock into her body with a sharp moan. “You fill me.”

  “Take it.” He arched up, driving against her. “Deeper.”

  Her throat worked and her nails pricked his chest as her cunt clenched around him. “By the Goddess, Rais…” She dropped her head forward again, her hair tumbling around her face as she slammed down with a cry.

  Pleasure rippled up his spine, and he rested his hands lightly on her hips. “Stop.”

  She stilled obediently, though her body trembled. “You feel so good inside me.”

  “Don’t tell me.” He took one of her hands and guided it down to her clit. “Show me.”

  “Oh…” Her breath hissed out as her fingers moved under his, rubbing in tiny, slow circles that made her spasm around his cock. “I — I can’t do this for long or I’ll come.”

  She was gripping him tightly and growing wetter by the second. He started rocking slowly under her. “What about this?”

  Avani cried out, and he felt her grip on control snap when her magic did. Giddy, joyful power rose in the room as she started to rock, jerky, tentative movements that grew fluid as she found the rhythm.

  “Slow. Like that.” His balls tightened as she drew him deeper with every roll of her hips, and he watched her, fascinated. “Just like that.”

  “Yes.” Her voice had dropped to a throaty, pleasure-filled whisper. When she spoke again it was his name, over and over in a trembling chant between panting breaths. Climax built slowly in her, stealing over her in a visible wave as color rose in her cheeks and her eyes clenched shut.

  She’d reached the plateau of pleasure where the slightest touch could set her over, and Rais meant to keep her there. He moved her hand and replaced it with his own, and began to stroke her clit with quick flicks of his thumb.

  Her mouth fell open. Her fingernails scraped along his arm as she flung her head back and came. She was so tight, so wet, that he almost followed her into madness. But he gritted his teeth and kept caressing her, his control nearly in shreds. “Don’t stop, Avani.”

  “Oh Goddess, yes…” The rhythm of her hips faltered and she clutched at his arm with a frantic whimper. “I can’t — help me, help me move —”

  He flipped her onto her back without withdrawing and stretched his body over hers. “Hard?”

  “You.” She reached her arms over her head and arched her neck, giving him her submission. “All I want is you.”

  All he wanted was for the pleasure of being inside her to never end. “Slow, then.” He eased back until his cock was b
arely in and rocked into her again.

  Her eyes fluttered open and she stared up at him as she lifted one hand to cup his cheek. “Are you sure this is what you want? You haven’t taken me from behind yet.”

  The question startled him, mostly because it hadn’t even occurred to him. “I like looking at your face.”

  “Oh.” Her mouth curved up, her eyes shyly pleased. “I’m glad.” She rubbed her thumb over his lower lip, the touch soft, almost tentative. “I like watching you look at me.”

  He bit the pad of her thumb and kept up his careful thrusts. “What do you see? A man or a king?”

  Her smile widened, turned wicked. “Oh, a king of course. All I want is to bask in the glory of your highness’s perfectly chiseled jaw and manfully —”

  Rais rolled them to one side and slapped her ass. “Behave, damn it.”

  He felt the sting of her teeth against his shoulder before her head fell back, and all of the teasing had vanished from her eyes. “You, Rais,” she whispered. “I always see you.”

  The man was mollified. The beast, however, reared inside him, stirred by her teasing. Rais pulled away and swatted at her ass again. “Roll over and grab the headboard.”

  She obeyed without a murmur of protest, coming to her knees before bending down to clutch at the base of the headboard. “Like this?”

  He answered with a single hard thrust, one that took him deep into her body, and a tortured groan. And even that wasn’t loud enough to drown out her cry of pleasure. “Again, please… please!”

  His hands trembled on her hips and he had to bite his lip, but he stopped, still buried inside her. “You teased me. Now I tease you back.”

  Avani had lost her grip on rational thought. It was the only way to explain how desperately she wanted to prod at Rais, to drive him into claiming her. Reckless, considering she’d already told him she wasn’t his to take.

  But she wanted to be. She needed to be.

  No. She pushed back against him and tried to urge him to move. At least movement would keep her from thinking. From yearning for things that shouldn’t be.