Wolf Warrior 02 The Solarian Raven

by Rae Monet

  "Take what you want. Take all of me,” he whispered as he captured her mouth. He pulled her legs over his until she straddled him, her pussy coming into direct contact with his straining cock. He drew back, running small kisses along Megan's jaw, arching into her, his cock barely touching her damp heat.

  "Take me inside of you. Make us one. Make me whole."

  Megan reared up at Richard's request. Her gaze strayed to where they were almost joined, his erection pausing at her wet entrance. Then her eyes met his. His lips were parted, his mouth wet from her kisses and her juices. He smelled like a man, sweat and dirt, a unique earthy smell that was so Richard, so appealing to her, it was as if God made his scent just for her to enjoy. His chest rose and fell with his labored puffs of air.

  This is so much better than I imagined.

  Tears welled in Megan's eyes as she stared at him. He was so manly, so incredible, and all hers.

  He reached up and fingered the splash off her cheek. “Megan,” he began.

  Megan swooped down to ravish his mouth, stopping his words. Rising, she smiled. Then she reached down and guided him into her. Slowly, inch by inch, she absorbed him, enjoying ever second of his penetration.

  Oh God, this is amazing.

  His moan gave her gratification beyond anything she had ever known. Pleasing him pleased her a hundred times over.

  "Oh, Richard."

  She unconsciously moved, impaling herself on him, then rising up. Her hips began an instinctual rhythm. Richard's hands clutched her hips in an almost painful grip, raising her up as her hips moved down.

  It's not enough.

  Richard must have been keyed into her thoughts because he immediately shifted and rolled her over. Settling himself between her legs, he wrapped them around his hips. He plunged into her, filling her. She cried out, her hands clutching his back. His strokes sure, he gained in speed, pulling almost all the way out, then pushing back in.

  His lips claimed hers, his tongue mimicking the motion of his hips. Megan hung on to him, gasping. She tingled all over. Something was building up inside her, just out of reach. A great pleasure that only Richard could give her.

  Richard pumped into her, groaning. His little moaning noise, his rapid panting, set her heart pounding.

  "Richard, God, Richard,” Megan cried out as she splintered, her body bowing up into his.

  His large hands cradling her lower back, he made one final plunge, followed by a howl that rivaled Caine's. He stiffened, his breath labored as he pulled her body to his. He buried his face in her hair, his heart hammering, the tension slowly abating from his body.

  "Ummmm.” Megan fingered his beautiful hair, running her hands through the sweat-soaked strands.

  He moved to her side, keeping them joined, and ran his hand over her cheek into her hair. “Is that a good ummmm?"

  "Oh yes, definitely.” Megan traced her hands down his arms, joining her fingers with his; she drew their joined hands around to her ass, settling them there.

  "We should have done that a long time ago."

  Richard laughed but moistness filled his eyes, and he sent a silent prayer of thank you to the dark sky.

  Then Megan shifted closer to him. Despite the fact that she had milked his cock, it seemed to be have a mind of its own. It hardened again. He chuckled and tugged Megan into his body. Megan's eyebrows arched up in question.

  "We can make up for that now, if you like.” Richard hooked his leg around and pushed Megan onto her back, thrusting into her; his sense of urgency had abated, but not his need to claim her all over again.

  "Truly?"

  Richard took her mouth and rocked hard into her, showing her exactly what he meant. She moaned.

  "Truly,” he whispered as he unhurriedly drove himself and his future wife to another orgasm.

  It was a long night of loving for both of them. Richard had three months of celibacy to make up for. This was only the beginning.

  Chapter Twelve

  "My scout at the village tells me she has returned. There is to be a truce, a gathering of the Lairds. She has called the meeting, Ream. There is talk...” The messenger ceased speaking when he saw the expression on Ream's face.

  Ream Grogan slammed down the draft of ale he had just lifted to his mouth. He immediately drew his claymore and held the point against his lackey's neck, drawing blood.

  "You better be tellin’ me the truth, man, or I will kill ya where ya stand."

  Ream was well into his cups and enjoying the newfound wealth the feud had gifted him. He had a woman tied up in his chambers at this moment awaiting his forced pleasure. Ever since he had raped that McKinney bitch, his desires had grown darker. He was traveling farther to kidnap women, and it was taking longer and longer for him to come. Nothing compared to raping that fiery red-haired whore.

  That bitch has ruined me.

  The lackey with the sword held to his throat trembled, and promptly released his bladder. “Ream, as God is my witness, I tell the truth. I saw it with my own eyes. Before I came, I checked what the spy told me."

  Ream pulled back his sword. The lackey's legs buckled and he slid down into his own piss. Even as Ream swore, he felt an immense satisfaction knowing he might finally get his hands on that bitch again. Using the heavy claymore, he hacked the wooden chair to bits.

  He wished she sat in it. He wanted to see her scream with terror. He wanted to hear her plead with him not to hurt her. He wanted to fuck her raw.

  "Gather the few men I have told you to trust."

  The messenger held his hand to his throat to stop the flowing blood. “What goes?” he gasped out.

  Ream pointed his sword and screamed, “Do what I have told ya, little man. Question me again and that piss will be your last."

  The man bobbed his head and scrambled up. Ream slowly sheathed his sword. “Guess it's time to reclaim my woman.” He pulled his cape off the wall. “And this time, I'll rid her of this world for good."

  Chapter Thirteen

  "Get on your hands and knees."

  "Richard. Ahhhhh.” Megan dropped to her hands and knees on the edge of the bed and moaned as he entered her from behind. He drove into her so deep, Megan was sure his hard cock was touching her womb.

  Richard stood behind Megan, his knees against the mattress, his breeches dropped down around his ankles, hands on her hips. As he drew out then plunged into her softness again, she moaned.

  "Shhhhh.” Richard lightly placed a hand over her mouth. Smiling, he leaned over and tenderly bit her shoulder, marking her as his. Then he sucked the same spot hard, licking the mark with his tongue.

  She whimpered louder.

  "Meeegaaan.” Megan's mother's lilting voice filtered through the thatched sides of her cousin's hutch. Richard stopped moving and tightened his hand on Megan's mouth. They both froze.

  "Meeegaaan.” Megan sucked in her breath as her mother's call faded farther and farther away. Richard slid his hand off her mouth. She couldn't help it. She started to giggle.

  Richard draped his body over hers, his cock still rock hard and buried to the hilt in her wetness.

  "God's Blood, woman, this is your fault."

  Megan huffed, then softened when Richard wrapped his arms around her and kissed her shoulder.

  "Megan...” He began to move again, slowly at first, then with more urgency. “I have to...” Megan groaned as her orgasm began to overtake her, “...finish.” Richard drove in and out several more times, his strokes becoming hurried, his hands clutching her hips. Then he held back a groan and stiffened. Megan slid over the edge with him, her body convulsing around his cock as he spurted his seed into her.

  * * * *

  When the pounding of his heart slowed, Richard drew out and lifted Megan like a baby. He sat on the bed, holding Megan in his arms. Dropping his head, he devoured her lips like he was starved. As if they hadn't just stolen the third lovemaking session of the day. Finally, he drew back and looked at her.

  "You're killing me, l
ass.” He raised his foot to show her his breeches dangling from his ankle. “I didn't get my breeches off this time."

  Megan laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck.

  "Well, you were standing there,” Megan pointed to the side of the bed, “and I was sitting here,” she tapped the bed, “and that,” she pointed to his semi-erect penis, “was just a mouthful away.” She shrugged her shoulders. “And my cousin was not to return for hours..."

  "And you just couldn't help yourself?” Richard raised his eyebrows at her innocent dimpled smile.

  She lifted her hands in surrender. “Actually, well, umm ... No.” She started kissing his jaw line, nibbling downward until her mouth met that sensitive area of his neck. The place he hadn't known was an erotic zone until she'd innocently found it.

  His cock immediately perked back up.

  "Megan, at least let me remove my breeches and love you properly."

  Megan did more than that; she removed them for him.

  They had been like this for two days. Sneaking around, making love anywhere and everywhere they could. There was a peculiar excitement at coupling right under her parents’ noses.

  Richard was going crazy trying to keep up with her; Megan was leading him to insanity with her desire to have his cock buried in her all the time. Yet his stubborn woman had yet to agree to marry him. He tried to quell his discouragement, telling himself Megan was too apprehensive about the next day's meeting to think straight.

  * * * *

  A little while later, they lazed by the river. While Richard exercised Shadow, Megan had a revelation.

  "Yes."

  Richard pivoted toward Megan. Giving her a curious expression, he picked up another rock and threw it for Shadow. The wolf went sailing off after it, into the water. She had almost healed now, her youthful energy apparent in her play and her quick ability to mend.

  "Yes, what, my beauty?"

  Megan smiled at his phrase. There was a time when she thought she would never be able to love that endearment again, but now she did. She loved it almost as much as she loved him.

  He stood there—almost two heads taller than she, and four men stronger, with his ice-green gaze and sculpted muscles—and threw the heaviest rock with the ease of a pebble. He was so completely handsome, his dark hair lifting with the wind, that he took her breath away. She held a hand to her heart.

  "Yes, I'll marry you, my Raven."

  He dropped the rock he had been about to throw and rushed to her. Picking her up, he hugged her tightly.

  "You're not jesting with me? Truly?"

  She smiled and he sighed.

  "Truly."

  Chapter Fourteen

  Richard trod softly on the grass, dropping down next to Shadow at his and Megan's favorite spot, the hot spring. The past couple of days he had developed very fond memories of this location, christening it every chance he got with Megan panting underneath him.

  God, I can't get enough of her,he thought, watching her lovely back as she bathed in the waters.

  She had a power in her touch that burned him every time he laid a hand on her. She had an addictive fire he was drawn toward, like a moth to a flame. But this blaze wasn't dangerous—it was beautiful, sensual, and passionate, and it was all his.

  Shadow greeted him by laying her head on his thigh. She had healed fully since Megan had been treating her. If he didn't know any better, he would say Megan had a supernatural healing ability that was stronger than his. Even Megan's father had boasted about Megan's ability to heal animals. Richard stretched out his legs, crossing them. Propping his upper body with his elbows, he admired every bare inch of her.

  "Your father seemed pleased."

  Megan shrieked and spun around. She held a bar of soap to her chest as if it were a shield.

  "Richard! You nearly scared the life out of me."

  Richard jumped up as Megan climbed out of the water. He saw her fear in the tenseness in her face, heard it in the tremble in her voice, but most of all, he felt it in his own gut. When she hurt, he hurt. He immediately regretted his impulsive act.

  "Ahhh.” He folded her into his arms. “I am sorry, sometimes I don't think."

  * * * *

  Megan released her pent up breath when his arms engulfed her. She briefly clutched her arms around his back, then pulled back to look at him. She brushed an errant lock of dark hair off his brow.

  "Don't worry yourself. I am fine and, yes, Father seemed pleased by our impending marriage.” She mentally chased her demons away and smiled at him. She needed to be strong and work her way past her fears.

  "I think he, perhaps, realized that we...” Megan caressed his cheek as she spoke. He leaned into her hand. The feel of his warm skin heating her cold hands was intoxicating and she wanted more. “...That we are acting newly wed."

  "Ughhh, does he?” Richard grinned and squeezed Megan back into his arms. “We haven't been very subtle at masking our desires,” he said.

  Megan shrugged her shoulders and waved her hand, not caring anymore what her family believed. She loved this man and soon he would be hers, forever.

  "Help me dress, please."

  He chuckled as he unbuckled his scabbard, slipping his sword to the ground. Keeping his gaze locked to hers, he unbuttoned each loop of his shirt, then dropped it carelessly to cover his sword.

  "I think not,” he declared as he ran his hand around her back to cup her rear, pressing her against his erection. His hands rough on her smooth skin, he squeezed her cheeks.

  Megan blushed. “We must be going..."

  He kissed her, his mouth mating with hers.

  "The MacGregor will be here in three hours,” she said, pulling back, panting.

  He moved forward, his tongue thrusting into her open mouth.

  "Ahhhh,” she moaned.

  "Three hours is a long time, my beauty,” he murmured.

  She tugged his head closer in apparent agreement.

  * * * *

  Ream signaled to the four men behind him, making a sign with his hands for them to be quiet. He froze. His mouth tilted into a grin as he listened to the man and woman. Perfect, just perfect. It was time to end this. He had guessed he would find the redheaded bitch and the foreign idiot at the springs. Here they were unprotected, naked, and ripe for the killing.

  All the better. He'd kill them both. Screw taking the bitch as his. It was time to rid himself of both of them. Signaling to his men to circle around the couple, he prepared to attack.

  * * * *

  A chill ran down Richard's spine as his lips touched Megan's. He jerked his head up. His ears straining to determine what had disturbed him, he gazed intently toward the forest. Megan also stopped, silent, realizing something was wrong. Shadow pulled up from her lounging position to a defensive stance, a ferocious growling emanating from her throat, the hair on her back standing on end.

  A sensation pulled at Richard. It was the same feeling he got right before battle, when the enemy was near. He released Megan and reached for his sword. At the same time, four men burst out of the forest and surrounded them. They brandished swords, death writ across their brutal faces. They meant to kill him and Megan. He saw malice in the tightness of their lips, the hardness of their eyes. He guessed these were the men who had abducted Megan.

  One by one, he would kill them.

  He unsheathed his sword. The hushed noise of metal scraping against leather was deafening. He pushed Megan behind him. Everyone was quiet. In that second he could have heard a pine cone drop from the tree with ease.

  Then all hell broke lose.

  "Kill them,” the biggest man commanded.

  Megan screamed and dropped on the ground, reaching toward her clothes. Richard wielded his sword from left to right, holding off the four well-armed mercenaries.

  Shadow attacked the closest man, biting his ankles. He screamed and fell. The wolf seized the mercenary by his neck.

  Three swords aimed for parts of Richard's body. He dipped and mov
ed with the fluid grace of a dancer. The man on the left tried to follow him and stumbled. Richard lunged forward and sliced him through the heart. He pulled out his sword, the tip red. The man tumbled to the ground.

  One down, two to go.

  Richard made a silent cry to Roan.

  Roan, we are under attack. Bring assistance. Hurry.

  Even as he sent out his message, he knew it would be too late. The village was close, but not close enough for Roan to reach them in time. Through the metallic clash of swords came the distant roar of Roan's battle cry, like faraway thunder. Richard took his focus off the man in front of him to make sure Megan was all right.

  She was crawling on her hands and knees toward her pile of clothes on the grassy knoll. A sword swiped just past Richard's nose, claiming his attention. Turning back to the two swordsmen, Richard fought hard, planning to keep them too busy to go after her.

  Shadow was doing an admirable job tearing apart one of the four men with her strong teeth. Richard didn't worry about the outcome of that fight. Megan was his main concern. He tried to back up as he sliced his sword from one man to the next, drawing the two men away from Megan.

  Suddenly his shoulder was pierced from behind.

  Damn, a fifth man.

  Richard dropped to one knee, hissing in pain. He was renowned for his uncanny ability to sense his enemies, but his concern for Megan clouded his senses, making him miss this new enemy. The cut in his shoulder was deep. Blood spurted down his arm. Richard pulled a dagger from his boot.

  Turning, he flung the dagger at his enemy. The man's eyes widened in shock. The dagger speared his scrawny throat. He crumpled to the ground. Blood gurgled in his throat as his eyes glazed over.

  Richard stumbled back, taking the other two men with him. He tried to hold his remaining weapon steady, but the cut in his shoulder weakened his sword arm.I have to keep them occupied, he thought in desperation as a sword sliced into his side.

  The tallest of the men, who appeared to be the leader, peered over his shoulder and noticed Megan. He stepped back from the fighting.