Farondil approached Arkan from behind. “He's been severely injured. But I think he's going to be okay.”
“We wouldn't have been able to pull this off without him. He must've held off dozens of barbarians.”
“And I assume you did the same,” Farondil replied.
“A war party was on our tail and I was able to scare them away with a few arrows. They didn't even get close enough to touch me.”
Farondil slapped him on the back. “That's why you're the leader of the Rangers of the Dark Forest. Now get out of here so Demorac can get some rest.”
“Rest sounds good right about now.”
“I can set up a bed for you here.”
“No, I think I'll go back to our camp in the Dark Forest. Send word if Demorac's condition worsens.”
Arkan left the hut and found Jennifer standing outside her home. “I'm going to go back to my camp.”
“You've been on such a long journey. Shouldn't you rest here?”
“Right now, Jennifer, the only thing I want is to be close to you and in my own bed.” Arkan hooked her by the waist and pulled her in for a kiss. His tongue quickly touched hers and pulled away. Just enough to get a taste.
And just enough to convince Jennifer to do anything.
“I'm coming with you then. Only to make sure you don't collapse before you get to your camp.”
–
Jennifer and Arkan made it back to the Dark Forest to find the camp empty. The rest of the Rangers had stayed back in Icebor, meaning they were all alone.
“I'll get a fire started and you lay down,” Jennifer ordered.
Arkan couldn't argue with that. He found his bed of soft furs next to the fire and curled under. The heat of the flames warmed his sore limbs as he lay there.
Jennifer joined him under the furs and nestled into his arms. “I never got to thank you for everything you did for me.”
Arkan looked deep into her eyes. “I'd do anything for you. Anything.”
Jennifer couldn't help herself. She reached up and kissed him. Arkan's throbbing cock grew to great lengths against her leg. “Oh my gods. You're so big.”
Arkan's hand wandered under Jennifer shirt and grabbed her tits, kneading and massaging as they kissed.
They quickly stripped off their clothes until they were completely naked.
“Now let me thank you,” Jennifer said, laying a trail of kisses down his neck and chest. She made her way past his solid abs and found his bouncing boner. She gripped it like she would a sword and stroked him. Arkan bit his bottom lip and knocked his head backward.
Jennifer brushed the hair out of her face and inserted his cock into her mouth. Arkan's nails dug into her shoulders as her head bobbed up and down.
“You have no idea how good that feels,” Arkan moaned.
Jennfier wrapped her lips tight around his base and sucked hard. Arkan's eyes rolled back. She knew he couldn't last much longer. She desperately wanted his seed in her mouth but there was somewhere else she needed it more. Jennifer slipped two fingers between her legs while she went down on Arkan. Her fingers returned with sticky wetness.
She was so ready.
“I need you inside me, Arkan. Now more than ever.” Jennifer let go of Arkan's massive meat and straddled him.
Her dripping wet pussy was only inches away from him. “No more teasing. I can't take it anymore. Fuck me. Fuck me now.”
Jennifer guided his thickness inside her as she enveloped him. Arkan stretched her as he helped thrust. Jennifer gasped when she was completely filled.
Arkan watched from the bottom as Jennifer rocked her hips slowly. He basked in her beauty, enjoying every curve of her body. His fingers traced up her legs and to her waist, grabbing hard as she bounced up and down on top.
Jennifer knew the warning signs now. Her orgasm was close and there would be many more to come. The pleasure rippled through her legs and up her whole body. She bent over and used Arkan's chest for balance as she came hard.
Arkan pinched her nipples until they became rocks between his fingers. He sat up and sucked on her tits until Jennifer cried out from the pain and pleasure.
“I'm close, baby,” Arkan said.
Jennifer could already feel the next one coming. She wouldn't be able to hold it off much longer. She just needed to wait a little longer for Arkan.
She bent all the way down and kissed Arkan, feeling his warm spray within. Her own orgasm went off at he same time, her every muscle straining against the ecstasy.
Jennifer lifted her ass up and down until Arkan had finished all the way inside her. She didn't even bother pulling him out before she fell on top of him.
“I came so hard I can't even hear,” Jennifer said.
Arkan ran his fingers through her hair and tugged until she was looking right at him. “I love you, Jennifer.”
She wasn't sure she heard him right. Her head was still swimming. “I love you too, Arkan.” She said it too even if that wasn't what he said.
But it was true.
Arkan set her head against his beating chest and they both drifted off to the best sleep of their lives.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Two Months Later
Arkan and Jennifer stood before King Uzmar and an audience of hundreds in the royal hall. The sun bled through the stained glass making it the perfect day for a wedding.
Arkan wore his same old green tunic while Jennifer was draped in the most expensive white gown the kingdom had to offer.
Arkan was still shocked from when the King had given it to him a month earlier. The most expensive wedding dress the world had ever seen.
“For my Jennifer?” he had asked the king, examining the soft gown.
“You two saved the lives of my people. You deserve that and more.”
Arkan almost fell over when the King demanded the wedding take place at the castle.
Now he felt like a prince standing before his princess with the whole kingdom watching.
Jennifer was sweating buckets from being so nervous. When Arkan told her the news about the wedding she didn't know whether to be excited or throw up. Since she was a kid she always dreamed of a wedding in a castle. But she knew that dream couldn't come true.
Arkan grasped her hands as King Uzmar began the ceremony. His deep voice boomed through the halls.
She could barely see through the white veil that covered her face but she could feel Arkan's clammy palms. He was just as nervous as her.
“Arkan Ryal will you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?”
Arkan mouthed the words “I love you” to Jennifer. “I do, my King.”
Uzmar turned to the bride. “Jennifer Saro, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband.”
She mouthed the “I love you” back to Arkan. “I do, my King.”
King Uzmar lifted his arms to the sky. “Then before the gods, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.”
Arkan lifted the white veil to reveal the same beauty he had seen that first day they met. He arm found the small of her back and pulled her close. He kissed her long and hard as the crowd cheered. The Rangers in the crowd hollered as loud as they could.
Jennifer was ready to begin her new life with Arkan. She felt safe in his arms.
Nothing could come between them.
The End
Razor Sharp
Copyright 2018
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Karen
I was on the hunt of a serial killer of women and the trail led me back to my hometown. I didn't mean to fall in love. I was looking for any clues and that brought me to the Eight of Spades Bar.
Trevor Kent was just like any other biker I'd ever met: trashy, full of hims
elf, and a criminal. We barely talked before he kissed me. But I wasn't that easy.
And more importantly, I had a case to solve. But Trevor knew this underworld better than I could ever know. I needed his help no matter how much I wanted to slap him in the face.
Trevor
Karen walked into my bar and she wasn't like anything I'd ever seen before. She didn't belong here with her nice clothes and entitled attitude. She was a challenge. A mountain to conquer.
Nothing would stop me. Not even the fact that she was a cop.
I'd help her find the killer and make Karen mine in the process.
Razor Sharp
Chapter One
Karen Taylor ran through the hallway of FBI headquarters, her long brown hair bouncing off her shoulders. She rounded a corner and bumped into another agent. A pile papers flew into the air.
“Sorry!” Karen yelled as she ran from the scene, her heels clacking on the polished floor. She was late yet again for another meeting with her superiors and nothing was going to stop her.
Karen made it to Room 301 and took in a deep breath at the closed door. She brushed her disheveled hair as best she could and opened it.
Four old men with varying degrees of baldness sat around a round oak table. It reminded her a little of King Arthur and his knights. A mug of coffee sat next to each man. Karen smelled the brew in the air and wished she had time to go to the break room and get a cup.
“Nice of you to finally join us, Ms. Taylor,” Agent Brand said.
Karen didn't even have a good excuse this time. There was no traffic, she didn't oversleep, nor did she lose her car keys. She just lost track of time. It was best not to apologize and just move on.
She sat down and her chair creaked as she took out paper and pen from her briefcase.
Agent Brand looked to the other old men and nodded. “We can begin now. I called this meeting this morning to go over the recent murders in Jimstown, Arizona.”
Karen perked up. Jimstown is where she grew up.
Agent Brand continued, “The sheriff over there have sent us all the files and we believe there is an active serial killer there.”
One of the old men took a sip of coffee. “What's the rundown?”
“So far we have four murders of women all in their early twenties.” Brand hit the lights and the room went dark.
Karen could barely see now as she furiously wrote down notes. The projector in the room flicked onto the white screen.
A picture of a young woman with short blonde hair popped up. She was clearly dead. The photo most likely taken in the morgue. “First murder was Teresa Cullen on June 25. Student at the community college.”
Karen hadn't been to Jimstown in years, ever since she left for Quantico. The community college was being built and had only opened just two years ago.
Brand put the next photo on the projector. “Second was Jane Warner. Four days later on June 29. Another student at the community college.”
Agent Brand showed them two more victims. They looked very similar and died only a few days apart.
Karen tried to sear their images into her mind. She wrote down their names and circled college on her notepad. Each victim was a student. The next one would likely be the same.
One of the old men coughed. “How are they being killed?”
Brand put up another picture on the projector. This was a closeup of the neck of the first victim. A gruesome red slash was painted across her neck. “The killer used a knife to make one single slice across the victim's neck.”
The projector showed a photo of a long knife with a black hilt sitting on the pavement with a ruler next to it to indicate its size. “A knife was left at every crime scene. No prints or DNA evidence was left behind.”
Karen put her pen up and Brand stopped talking. “Were the knives left at the scenes all the same type?”
Agent Brand nodded and showed pictures of the knives from each crime scene. “Our experts tell me this is a fairly common knife that could be found at any pawn shop.”
“Any evidence of sexual contact?” another agent asked.
Brand shook his head. “None that the local police were able to find. The motive is still unknown.”
Karen's notepad filled up quickly with scribbles all over her paper.
Brand turned to Karen. “Since you have ties to that town, we'd like you to head the investigation with the local police.”
Karen was speechless. She'd never headed an investigation before. She knew they weren't picking her for talents though. They needed someone who knew the area. And someone who would follow protocol.
Brand interrupted her train of thought. “Karen, will you take the job?”
She blinked once and realized she'd been staring off into space. “Yes, of course I'll take the position.”
Brand flicked off the projector and turned on the lights. He passed a file folder across the table. “Everything you need to know about the case is in that. Along with a flight to Arizona. Any questions?”
Karen opened up the file and saw the same photos of the victims. There was also a plane ticket for tomorrow morning. The FBI wasn't known for being patient.
“I think I got everything.”
“Good. Let us know if you need any help when you get there. Agent Vargus is here if you need backup.”
Karen cringed at the name. Vargus had been in her graduating class at Quantico and used every chance to hit on her. He was a complete tool. It would take a lot for Karen to have to ask for his help.
“Don't worry, sir. I'll find this killer.”
Brand clasped her hand. “Good luck out there.”
The rest of the old men stood up as Karen left the office. She couldn't help but smile.
She was finally moving up to the big leagues.
But there was a knot in her stomach. She'd have to solve these crimes all by herself.
And Karen didn't know if she was ready for that.
Chapter Two
Trevor Kent sat at a large table made from reclaimed wood. The members of the Dog Soldiers MC sat around discussing the current events that were affecting the club.
“And what are we going to do about the guns with the Devil Hearts MC?” Cameron Danver, the Treasurer asked.
Cameron was the brains of the operation. He'd been with the MC for ten years now, working the books, making sure that the club had enough money to operate. Every member understood that without Cameron, the Dog Soldiers wouldn't even exist.
“Fuck those Irish bastards. We shouldn't even be talking to them, let alone selling them weapons just so they could kill us later,” Trevor said.
Flash York put his hands up to settle the table down. He was the President of the Dog Soldiers and had been for fifteen years, making him the oldest member. “I know the Irish MC aren't exactly our allies. But let us not forget that we're sitting on crates and crates of unsold guns. The Mexicans don't want them. The other chapters don't want them either.”
Cameron nodded. “He's right. Our money is extremely tight right now. If we can unload the guns, that would greatly help the club.”
Gunner Vallen, the Vice President, leaned forward in his seat. “This club is going to need more than just money. We are in need of new members. We lost our Sgt-at-Arms last year and Wilder is going to be in prison for God knows how long.”
The entire table looked down to the end at the new prospect, Jett Rockwell. He was the only one in the last few years who had taken an interest in joining.
“I call for a vote on selling guns to the Devil Hearts MC,” Flash began, “All in favor?”
Gunner said, “Aye.”
Cameron echoed the same.
They all looked at Trevor. He clenched his hand into a fist and slammed it on the table. He wanted nothing to do with the Irish. But he couldn't go against the club. “Aye,” he said.
Flash ignored the prospect who didn't have voting rights yet. “I vote the same.” He banged the wooden gavel onto the table. “It's settle
d then. I'll reach out to Aiden at the Devil Hearts and set up a deal.”
Trevor exhaled sharply. He knew that this could go very wrong. The Devil Hearts couldn't be trusted. They had been hated enemies for years.
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