When Dane finished playing a set, Adan presented her to him. This time the man was much more gracious, but he still had that hard look in his eyes, as if he found it difficult to trust anyone.
While the music was stopped, many Clan members mingled, some continued their sexual play, while others ate from an interesting-looking buffet.
A beautiful woman approached Kara and Adan, causing Adan to look very uncomfortable. Kara’s pendant gave a surprising burst of warmth.
“Cwen,” Adan said as the woman came to a stop in front of them. “As always, it is a pleasure to see you.”
Kara had heard Adan speak of the woman who had survived the Ice-Witch’s attack, along with the remnants of the Sanor realm, but had never met her. To Kara’s surprise she was beautiful. She looked like she was in her thirties, rather than ancient as Kara had imagined.
The Cwen’s waist-length hair spilled over her emerald green-robed shoulders as she inclined her head toward Adan. Her blonde hair was in ringlets not unlike Kara’s, but much longer. Her skin was almost as pale as the ice-ghosts’, as if she rarely saw the light of day.
“Clan Leader Valnez.” The Cwen’s words were thickly accented and she spoke in halting English.
The woman fixed her gaze on Kara. “My child.” She held her palms out and took Kara’s hands in her own, pulling her away from Adan. “It has been so long. Far too long.” Moisture glistened in the Cwen’s green eyes.
Kara was almost too surprised to speak. “Too long for what?”
Adan cleared his throat and the Cwen moved her gaze to his. Something silent seemed to pass between them, and the woman nodded. She turned her smile back to Kara, only this time it looked almost strained. “I must be going. I will return in a week’s time and hope to have a greater opportunity to spend time with you.”
“Uh, sure,” Kara said, and watched as the Cwen turned and slipped through the crowd like mist through trees.
Kara glanced up at Adan. “What was that all about?”
The music started up again, a slower paced tune, and Adan brought her into the circle of his arms. “I simply want to be alone with you, love.”
She smiled as she laid her head against his chest and wrapped her arms around his waist, enjoying the feel of his powerful embrace as they swayed. For a while she lost touch with reality. All that she was aware of was him. His intensely masculine smell, the way his hard muscles flexed beneath her cheek, the feel of his thighs pressed to hers. And his cock—lord, his very hard erection pressed against her belly.
He nuzzled her neck, his stubble scraping her sensitive skin and his tongue licking a trail of fire as he moved to her ear. He bit at her earlobe and she gasped at the erotic sensation. “You are so beautiful, Kara.”
She gave a soft moan as he moved his lips along her jawline to the corner of her mouth. He traced her lips with his tongue, and then lightly nipped at her lower lip, causing her to give a soft cry. Her nipples ached where they pressed against his chest, and her thighs grew damp from where her juices moistened them. He was sure to catch her scent, to know how much he turned her on.
Adan’s hands roamed her curves, sending chills through her as his fingers skimmed the one side of her that was bared from the sarong. She wanted him to remove the clip and let the soft material settle around her feet like a frothy cloud that she could dance upon. “Fuck me, Adan,” she said with a moan. “Fuck me.”
Something nudged her backside, and Kara startled out of her trance. She tore her mouth from Adan’s and came back to reality. They were still in the common room, and another pair of dancers had just bumped into them. Her cheeks burned as she realized that she had been ready to strip right here and now, in a roomful of people. Not that anyone would notice, considering what was going on around them.
Her gaze shot to Adan’s and he gave her an unrepentant grin. Somehow he knew she’d lost all sense of place and time. He grasped her hand and led her through the crowd, barely acknowledging the people who greeted him on their way out the door.
They slipped into the hallway and her heart pounded with excitement as she hurried to keep up with him. Adan rounded a corner and practically yanked her into a recessed hallway. Before she had a chance to catch her breath, his hands were in her curls and he captured her mouth in a kiss so hard and deep that she grew dizzy from its potency.
She could still hear the beat of the music throbbing from the common room, as her pussy throbbed for Adan. He pushed her hard against the wall and she clung to him as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
Their kiss grew deeper, their moans louder as they ravished each other. Kara’s pendant pulsed heat through her, hotter and hotter yet. He grasped the clip of her sarong and she heard the sound of material ripping and the clatter of metal upon the floor. Her sarong dropped to her waist, baring her breasts, and his shirt abraded her nipples.
Adan jerked up the skirt of her sarong so that all her clothing was around her waist, and she felt cool air over her ass and mound. He grasped one of her thighs and his thumb found her clit. Kara gasped and cried out as he broke the kiss and rubbed harder against the tight nub.
“That’s it, love.” Adan’s eyes were dark with passion. “Take it, take it all.”
“Jeez, Adan.” Kara clung to his shoulders, squirming from the intense sensation. “Someone could see us. Hear us.”
“Would you like that, Kara?” he asked as he thrust one finger inside her channel while he continued rubbing her clit with his thumb. “Would you like people staring as I make you come?”
The mere idea of being watched brought her closer to peak. Her thighs began to tremble and she dug her fingernails into his shoulders.
“That’s it,” he murmured as he lowered his head and licked her nipple. “Come for me, love, and then I will fuck you right here, for any and all to see.”
At his words, at the image of him fucking her up against the wall, a shower of warmth rushed through Kara, heating her from head to toe. Wild sensations expanded from her nipples to her belly to her pussy and she bit her lip hard to keep from screaming.
Adan continued thumbing her clit and licking her nipples as her body jerked against his hand. The coppery taste of blood touched her tongue, she had bitten her lip so hard. She smelled her own juices, felt perspiration dampening her skin. The wall was hard against her back and his shoulders taut beneath her nails as her orgasm broke in wave after wave beneath his skilled fingers.
When he finally stopped, he took her mouth again in a fiery kiss. In the background Kara heard the sound of voices approaching the passageway they were in, feminine laughter and a man’s low seductive voice. Tremors rippled through Kara, knowing that they could be caught so easily.
Adan didn’t even wait until the couple had passed before he pulled away from their kiss and released his hold on her with one hand long enough to unfasten his pants. His cock sprang out, the head brushing the curls of her pussy and Adan hissed with pleasure.
He kissed her again, driving his tongue into her mouth at the same time he drove his cock into her pussy. At the feel of him filling her so intensely, so completely, Kara practically screamed with pleasure into his mouth.
With deep, slow thrusts he began to fuck her, his balls slapping against her pussy, the hair around his cock pressing into the curls of her mound. He felt so good, so big, filling her with every movement he made. She loved how he easily held her while fucking her up against the wall. He was so strong, so commanding.
He tore his mouth from hers and looked down, and she followed his gaze to see his length moving in and out of her. His shaft glistened with her juices and it looked long and thick as he continued his thrusts.
“I love to see my cock inside you,” he said as he watched them join and rejoin. “I love making you mine in every way.”
Kara could only groan and keep her eyes fixed on the two of them. His words, his body, his scent—it was all so overwhelming, and so, so good.
The soft material of her sarong felt and l
ooked erotic bunched up around her waist. Her breasts bounced with every pump of his hips, and the sound of flesh slapping flesh was loud enough that she was afraid someone passing by would hear—although that thought rather added to the thrill of the moment.
Another storm whirled within her, from pussy to nipples, from limb to limb. She looked up from where they were joined and met Adan’s fierce dark eyes. “Hold on, love,” he said, much lower now. “I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”
The storm inside her zinged with lightning from his mere words. She clung to him as he pressed her hard against the wall and began pummeling his hips against her pussy. The storm grew and grew, a maelstrom of feelings, of sensations, of sounds. Her blood thundered in her ears, throbbed in her veins. She couldn’t take her eyes from Adan’s, his dark gaze reflecting back the storm raging in his own body, his own soul.
Her orgasm slammed into her with hurricane force. This time she tilted her head back and screamed, long and loud, like the fierce winds of a tropical storm. She had never screamed during sex, ever. But she couldn’t help it as wave after wave after wave of tremors wracked her body. In the far, far distance she heard Adan’s shout, felt the throb of his cock in her pussy, and the warmth of his come filling her.
When she finally came down from the very peaks of the waves, she realized that Adan was holding her tight, her head pressed to his chest. The thunder she heard now was the pounding of his heart beneath her ear.
Chapter Twelve
Adan strode into the small school, knowing he would find Kara there. While she had been on Blackstar, she had taken to assisting the teacher in the early primers’ classroom while he dealt with Clan matters—and the impending attack by the Ice-Witch’s warriors.
He pushed thoughts of battle away and allowed thoughts of Kara to fill his mind. His boots echoed in the silent hallway as he headed to the youngest students’ classroom. No doubt Kara would be helping the children with their crafts. She had surprised him with her talent for craft-making, and she had taught the students how to design many projects.
When he reached the classroom he paused in the doorway and hitched one shoulder against the doorframe. His gaze sought Kara out and found her sitting at one of the small tables, clad in a modest crimson sarong. Her head was bent and her curls obscured her eyes while she showed a small girl how to make a collage. Kara focused her attention solely on the child, and she spoke soft words of approval as the girl glued a piece of material to the paper.
Adan’s heart swelled with pride and love for his woman while he watched her with the girl. He could picture her with their own daughter, and it surprised him. When his wife and child had died on Earth, he had been certain he would never love again, would never have another child.
He had come to truly appreciate all of Kara’s qualities, and that only magnified his love for her. She was intelligent, passionate about her beliefs and she interacted well with his people. So much so that he already felt she was a part of the Clan. He only hoped she felt the same.
“It’s Clan Leader Valnez!” Keiden shouted as he spotted Adan in the doorway.
To Adan’s astonishment, the five year old bolted out of his seat and ran straight for Adan, wrapping his arms around Adan’s knees. Before he had time to register that, the whole class of fifteen students had surrounded him, chattering while they hugged him and virtually hung off him.
Adan reached down and swung Keiden up so that they were face-to-face. The boy looked so much like Adan’s dead son that a lump rose up in his throat.
His voice was rough as he said, “Can you tell me what in the stars’ names is going on here?”
Keiden pointed to Kara. “Ms. Marks told us that you need lots of hugs.”
Adan’s gaze met Kara’s and she sported an impish grin.
“I see.” Adan set the boy down and ruffled his hair. “Back to your seats everyone.”
The children laughed and scampered back to their desks. Chairs scraped across the floor as they pulled their seats up and their laughter died away. The teacher, Mrs. Night, an elderly—and quite often grumpy—teacher, just shook her head and went back to working with the students on their projects.
Adan’s gaze focused on Kara and he strode to the back of the classroom. She bit her lower lip and he could tell she was holding back a laugh.
When he reached her he took her hand and pulled her to her feet. “What was that all about, woman?”
She caught her breath and her nipples puckered beneath her sarong. “Maybe we should discuss this in private.”
Without saying another word, Adan tightened his grip on her hand and pulled her through the classroom and toward the door.
“Bye, Ms. Marks,” Keiden yelled and Mrs. Night immediately reprimanded him.
When they were alone in the hallway, Adan pulled Kara roughly to him, and he felt the heat of her pendant between them. “I need hugs, do I?”
She grinned and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Most definitely.”
Adan cupped the back of her head and brought her to him in a rough kiss. How he loved this woman. He couldn’t get enough of her.
Her mouth was soft and sweet and he reveled in the taste of her. His cock sprang to life and he knew he needed to be inside her now.
Kara’s mind whirled with the depth of Adan’s kiss. He filled her in so many ways that she could no longer imagine life without him. Yet could she turn her back on her home, her life on Earth of the past?
When Adan pulled away from her, he looked at her with that soul-deep gaze that always took her breath away.
“Come,” he said in a low growl as he released his hold on her hair and took her hand again.
A thrill ran from her nipples to her pussy and her heartbeat accelerated as Adan led her through the school’s hallways and into the Clans’ common room. She was so anxious to be with him that the skirt of her sarong nearly tangled around her legs.
They had to cross through the busy room, and Adan barely acknowledged greetings from his people. Kara would have laughed at his single-mindedness, if she wasn’t so horny herself. She couldn’t wait to get to their bedroom.
Their bedroom.
She swallowed back the sudden rise of nervousness. Such a short time knowing this man, and she was thinking of them as a couple—as if this was permanent.
Would it be? Could she make that decision?
Just as they made it through the crowd and into another hallway, Adan came to an abrupt stop. Kara saw the Cwen, the woman she had met at the Clans’ celebration, and for some strange reason her pendant felt even hotter against her chest than it had the last time.
“Cwen.” Adan said with a slight bow of his head. Kara knew by the tightening of Adan’s hand around hers that he was not happy at being waylaid when he wanted to be alone with her.
“Clan Leader Valnez.” The Cwen nodded in return. “I have given you the week you asked for.”
Kara frowned.
The Sanor queen turned to Kara and smiled. “My child.”
“Hi.” Kara felt a stirring of nervousness in her belly. “Why do you keep calling me your child?”
“Have you not realized it yet?” The Cwen looked somewhat surprised. “You are a child of Sanor. You were sent to Earth with the crystal to protect you both.”
Kara stared at the woman as the words hit her. They didn’t quite sink in, more like bounced off and ricocheted around the hallway.
“Yeah, right.” Kara shook her head. “You’re messing with me.”
“Come with me.” The Cwen released Kara, turned, and walked away. Adan grasped Kara’s hand in his. She looked up at him to see his jaw set.
“What does she mean?” Kara whispered to Adan as they followed the Cwen. “Is she delusional or something?”
He gave a slow shake of his head. “We shall find out.”
They reached a room guarded by two of Adan’s warriors. She recognized the Blackstar sword and star insignia on their black jumpsuits. Th
e warriors stepped aside and let the three of them pass.
They entered a room that had a panoramic window with a beautiful view of Crystal Valley. The floors and walls were made of wood, the walls inlaid with precious gemstones from the mines.
In the center of the room was a large wooden conference table with several high-backed chairs scattered around it. In one corner stood a strange arch, from which a humming sound came. The arch was beautiful with runes around it similar to the ones on Adan’s sword. The lettering glowed a soft gold, too.
When the Cwen came to a stop and turned to face them, Adan released Kara’s hand and said, “Explain,” in a tone so curt it surprised her. “What does Kara mean to Sanor?”
Apparently his tone surprised the Cwen, too. She raised an eyebrow. “I told you the crystal was hidden with a most valuable treasure, and that you would need your heart and soul to find both.”
Kara’s gaze darted from the Cwen’s to Adan’s.
His features softened when his gaze met Kara’s. “Aye,” he said softly. “I found the most precious of treasures.”
Kara brought her hand up to her pendant which was burning hotter than normal. Her thoughts whirred. She couldn’t believe the Cwen’s statement that she belonged here. And what was this priceless treasure Adan supposedly retrieved with the crystal? A part of her knew what they were going to say, but another part wanted to reject it right off. She needed to hear it, needed to know what was happening.
She took a deep breath. “One of you had better tell me, in plain English, what the hell is going on.”
The Cwen gave one slow nod. “I am T’ni Lael of the Sanor realm. I am your mother.”
Kara’s jaw dropped.
Adan gave a grunt of surprise.
For one endless moment, Kara just stared at the woman. Details suddenly stood out that she had only casually noticed before. The Cwen’s blonde corkscrew curls, and green eyes almost the same shade as Kara’s. Even the Cwen’s features were somewhat similar. Her small nose and the determined set of her jaw.
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