Shattered (The Superheroine Collection Book 1)

by Lee Winter

  Nyah’s breath hitched.

  Lena lifted her fingers to her own shirt and began to slowly unbutton it. “I see it in their eyes,” she added, sliding the cotton from her shoulders. “They want to possess me, to reclaim their power.”

  Nyah’s deep brown eyes followed her every movement. Lena dropped the shirt on the ground. She pulled her tank top roughly over her chest and head, tossing it to one side. Waiting a few seconds, allowing Nyah’s heated gaze to take her in, Lena reached for her white bra and teasingly dusted the cups.

  Nyah’s eyes darkened.

  “They might have wanted me, but they can’t have me. Not one single guardian gets to touch Silver.” She unhooked her bra and flung it to the ground, her breasts bouncing free. Her nipples hardened when Nyah’s gaze instantly slid across her skin like restless fingers. “No one gets to have me—except you.”

  Lena rose to her feet and unbuttoned her jeans. She pushed them to the ground and stepped out of the denim. Slipping her fingers into the waistband of her boy shorts, she eased them just over her hips and paused a beat. Nyah never blinked or so much as twitched as the material slipped lower and lower down Lena’s muscular thighs.

  “I see that this pleases you,” Lena suggested, “you being the one to have me.” She finally stepped out of her underwear.

  Nyah didn’t offer an agreement or a confession, but her nostrils flared. Her intense gaze flicked to Lena’s hard stomach and thighs, and came to rest on the dark curls between. Nyah’s eyes darted back up to Lena’s. She shifted restlessly. “So what is it I don’t know?” she asked hoarsely.

  Lena gave her a cocky smile. “That I’m as desirable a prize to your kind as you are to mine.”

  Nyah hissed in a shaky breath. In less than a second she was off the bed and stepping inside Lena’s space. Hands sliding up the back of Lena’s head, she crushed their lips together.

  Lena couldn’t contain her moan. Soft, so, so soft, ran through her mind. Her hands roamed, ripping off the borrowed shirt that had been draped across Nyah’s shoulders, then her black bra, which she flung across the cave. Finally, her hand was at Nyah’s hip, before sliding over to her center, massaging her through the sleek material.

  She never expected the heat she could feel nor Nyah’s tortured groan. The guardian stilled Lena’s hand, cupping it with her own, and took a step back. She pinned her with a heated gaze, and slid her own underwear down.

  Magnificent was the only word that lay itself across Lena’s mind at the first look at all of her. From clavicles to sculpted, six-pack stomach, and the dip down to glistening black curls, Nyah was stunning. Her toned skin was without blemish beyond the bandage that covered a wound that no longer seemed to trouble her.

  Nyah’s body was contoured in a way that made Lena desperate to run her hands over every inch of it, stroking the sweep of her ass and those powerful, long, lean legs.

  Before she could, Nyah stopped her with a single, knowing look. She placed her hands on her hips, her chin and breasts proudly jutting out. Hips centered and tilted just so. Her eyes were dangerous, a sizzling, molten glare that threatened to immolate Lena.

  It was Action Shattergirl. The exact pose on Lena’s once treasured trading card. Nyah damned well knew it too, if her expression was anything to go by.

  “Fuck,” Lena hissed. “You just had to go and do that.”

  “I thought maybe there was still a little bit of teenage Lena left who might appreciate it, since adult Lena believes she’s above all that.” Nyah’s eyes glittered.

  “Nngh.” Lena’s muscle cohesion was in serious doubt as she drank in Nyah’s pose, her desire rising, scorching along her nerve endings.

  Nyah’s amused gaze became silky, heated, and most definitely interested. This look was all Nyah, not Shattergirl; something just for Lena. The intimacy of it stole her breath.

  Lena pounced, throwing her thighs around Nyah’s narrow hips, arms driving past her shoulders and then slinging them around her neck, crushing their lips together. Their tongues brushed, sending arousal rocketing through her. Lena’s naked, wet heat pressed against Nyah’s stomach, and she groaned at the sensation.

  The momentum had thrown Nyah off balance, but it took a moment for Lena’s brain to realize they were floating not falling. They were hovering between ceiling and rock, heaven and earth, as they explored each other’s mouths and bodies.

  Lena kissed, bit, and stroked her way across Nyah’s skin, mapping her small breasts and fat, delicious nipples, eliciting a growl when her teeth raked the sensitive flesh. She returned again and again to Nyah’s elegant neck, strong jaw, and lips, fighting her own gasps and groans, aware of how much her desperation was on display. It was so revealing. She should be squirming with embarrassment at the way she was undulating against Nyah, her throat uttering sounds so raw and out of control.

  But she couldn’t stop.

  Nyah looked at her with a gaze Lena had never seen before. Naked desire. Need. Nyah was hungry. Starving. For her. The look made Lena clench and tremble, and she no longer cared how she must look, desperately grinding into Nyah’s body.

  Nyah flipped Lena, draping herself weightlessly across her back, cocooning her mid-air, stroking her breasts from behind. Her mouth nuzzled her ear, whispering things into it that Lena couldn’t quite make out. They might not even be in an Earth language. But spoken in that voice, all sultry and husky, Lena was fairly sure they were dirty.

  It’s been so long. The words appeared between them and, in the chaotic rubble of Lena’s mind, she wondered whether it was Nyah’s thoughts or her own. Or was it both?

  Nyah’s fingers started biting into her, telegraphing her growing need, and suddenly they were being propelled toward the ground. Lena’s knees, and then stomach and breasts, gently impacted her sleeping bag, her back finally pressed down by the weight of six feet of guardian.

  Lena gasped at the sensation, pushing up onto all fours. She had never allowed anyone to dominate her in bed. Never would she allow anyone to top her. She’d never before contemplated such a surrender, such a loss of control.

  She allowed it now.

  The searing heat registered first. Nyah’s resting temperature was already much warmer than Lena’s, but now the other woman’s skin felt like a furnace against Lena’s spine and shoulder blades. Goosebumps broke out on Lena’s pale skin as Nyah danced her fingertips around Lena’s ribs, from her sensitive breasts to her belly button. The taunting hand disappeared lower, slipping into Lena’s soaked curls, and nested, tracing idle, light circles.

  Her other hand kneaded her ass muscles, powerfully scraping up and down the outside of Lena’s thigh. It was as intoxicating as the teasing. Nyah’s lips latched onto where Lena’s neck joined her shoulder and bit gently. Roaming fingers between Lena’s legs grazed her aching clit then retreated.

  “More,” Lena said, before groaning in frustration. “Stop holding back. I won’t break. I’m Silver, damn it. I beat your kind. Start treating me like it!”

  Nyah’s breathing became harsh and unsteady. Her muscled thighs slammed against the back of Lena’s, her breasts and hips pushing hard into her back, flattening her onto the sleeping bag. A thrill skittered through Lena as she felt a taste of the power of the woman, and sensed that her restraint was starting to slip.

  “You didn’t beat me, though,” a taunting voice next to her ear said.

  Lena gasped at how sultry she sounded. Her words were dripping in sex.

  “I don’t even know who Silver is beyond some myth. But Lena Martin’s someone worth knowing. Worth sharing my bed. She’s so much more than a tracker.”

  Lena felt the impact of the words like a delicious kiss. Nyah slid her arm out from under Lena’s stomach and moved it so it was between their pressed bodies. Her fingers slipped down Lena’s back, over her ass, then lower, skidding through her drenched folds. Her fingertips curled up and nudged Lena’s clit.

  Flares of arousal burned. Nyah’s clever fingers wiggled and teased all aro
und the edge of Lena’s need, offering themselves. She seized the invitation and ground her hips hard against them, gasping.

  Nyah’s thumb slid easily just inside her entrance. The amount of wetness made Lena’s cheeks flame, but the hissed, gritty words laid against her ear, “That’s it, yes, Lena, use them, use me, come on, do it,” pushed everything from her mind but arousal.

  As Lena rocked and groaned, Nyah pressed her body harder and harder against her. A stream of alien words flowed across her back. Lena turned her head, gasping.

  “Beautiful, Lena,” she heard. “You’re so beautiful.” Nyah’s words were thick with desire, murmuring all the things she would do to her. All the ways she would have her. All the ways she wanted to make her call out her name. Her fingers impaled Lena, two sliding in and out rapidly.

  Lena forced her own hand under herself and frantically rubbed. Nyah ground into her again and again. Teasing, whispering encouragement. Lena was so damn close. So close. She gasped and rocked, over and over.

  She came with a sharp, startled cry, and the white-hot blast of arousal was so encompassing that, in the space between heartbeats, she thought maybe she’d discovered a belief in a higher power. Nyah’s fingers slipped out but continued to taunt her sensitive center, making Lena twitch with aftershocks. She’d never felt so taken. Sex without an emotional investment could be good, but this? Hell, this was on another level.

  Suddenly she was flipped, flattened on her back, and Nyah’s mouth was between her legs, lashing her, tasting her, feasting, her tongue flicking her faster than humanly possible.

  “Oh,” Lena cried out in surprise. “Fuck,” she added when her body instantly arched, went taut, and she unexpectedly came again.

  Nyah looked up at her from between Lena’s legs, eyes alight with pleasure, and a smirk straying across her wet lips.

  Oh. Lena exhaled. Oh my god. She dropped her head back to the ground with a soft thud, closing her eyes briefly, and then blinked up at the ceiling. What was there left to say after that?

  The warmth of the fire threw a glow across her left side. Nyah’s furnace of skin, muscle, and sinew shifted, and was pressed full-length beside her. Her finger trailed across Lena’s bare hip and it sent fiery trails across her jangled nerve endings.

  Lena blew a breath out to get hair out her eyes and caught sight of the naked need on the face of the woman who had thoroughly taken her.

  Shattergirl…no, Nyah…wanted her. She studied her face again, seeing the familiar and unfamiliar in the desire. Oh. Oh fuck.

  Both of them wanted her.

  Lena’s heart began to pound even faster.

  Nyah didn’t want to feel this involved.

  Lena’s proposition had been a simple one. Two lonely people taking what they needed. But the thesis of an enjoyable, uncomplicated, end-of-the-universe coupling had proved flawed. When they’d kissed, it had felt like a star exploding. Lena’s touch, her gaze—dark, intrigued, and desperately wanting—had been unexpected. And all Nyah could think as she’d taken Lena and clung to her as she’d come apart so beautifully, so powerfully, was what it would feel like to be on the receiving end of all that focused, intense energy. To be possessed by her. No, she hadn’t wanted to feel this involved, but then she hadn’t understood anything until Lena Martin was writhing naked against her, issuing soft, desperate cries, and making Nyah feel alive again.

  Arousal grew between her thighs as she watched Lena come down from her high. Her pale, glistening hip received Nyah’s sweaty finger scribbles, while she watched her recover from her vulnerable moment. She did not have to wait long. Lena rolled her over and kissed her hard, slipping a thigh between hers. Nyah knew the moment Lena had found her wetness by the way her smile brightened. Feeling the proof of Nyah’s arousal made her bold.

  Lena kissed down her chest, muttering a string of sinful promises that included how Nyah would be lucky if she remembered either of her names by the time Lena was done with her.

  With a wicked grin, she took Nyah’s dark, plump, erect nipple in her mouth and sucked, sending flares of excitement through her. Nyah’s arms fell weakly beside her, clenching and unclenching the slick fabric of the bedding as Lena’s busy tongue worked.

  She released her nipple with a slippery pop, and slithered down Nyah’s body, pushing her thighs apart. Her blue eyes roamed as she closely examined her find. Nyah wondered what she thought, seeing her like this, flaws and all, bared, aroused, wanting. She was anything but the superhero posed on an action card now. Lena ran her fingers through Nyah’s soaked dark curls, rubbing her crease with her thumb. Their eyes met and Nyah saw the answer in them.

  Admiration. Desire. Pure delight.

  She exhaled. Lena bent over her and whispered against her intimate flesh, “You look fucking delicious. Can’t wait to taste you.”

  And then she feasted. Nyah’s hands dropped to the top of her head, guiding and tugging as that relentless tongue went to work. Nyah could not stop the bucking of her thighs as Lena’s mouth unerringly found where it needed to be.

  Finally Lena focused on Nyah’s most sensitive spot, an exotic band of three tiny ridges along her clit that emerged when aroused. It pulsed when rubbed against another Arilian female’s genitals. Lena took her clit into her mouth and sucked powerfully hard, laving her ridges with her tongue.

  “Frakstit!” Nyah gasped in shock, as the blast of electricity shooting through her nearly crippled her. “Oh stars.”

  Not to be outdone, Lena used her teeth next, nudging one ridge at a time, bumping and scraping the slippery pink muscle until Nyah was almost sobbing. She arched and stiffened, bucked and whimpered. Actually whimpered.

  Things became blurry after that.

  “Wow,” she dimly heard Lena say. “I could love your body for days.”

  “Oh,” Nyah gasped. “I’m not sure I’d survive.”

  Lena continued to swirl her tongue around her clit, then nudged a finger inside her entrance, curling it up, stroking.

  Nyah spasmed instantly, threw a hand across her clenched eyes, and came in waves. “Enough,” she finally croaked and pushed weakly at Lena’s forehead. “My god.” She gasped for air. “You’d be popular with guardian women if they knew how good you were at that. Even Arilians don’t perform olma that well.”

  “Any time,” Lena purred, looking altogether too smug.

  “A rather tempting offer.”

  Lena didn’t reply, but grinned widely, before rolling onto her side and studying her in the light of the flames. Lena’s hand fell between her own thighs, skidding across the gleam of wetness and dipping inside herself. As she did so, she devoured Nyah’s naked form with appreciative eyes.

  Nyah cocked an eyebrow. “It arouses you, seeing me in disarray?” she asked.

  Lena smiled. “Of course. And it arouses you having the one tracker no guardian ever has.”

  “You think I care about such things?” Nyah asked in a sultry drawl. “Having what no one else can?” Her focus did not shift for a second from Lena’s quickening fingers. She bent her own leg back, tilted her hips forward, exposing her folds better to Lena’s heated gaze.

  Lena’s pupils darkened.

  “Is that what you think?” Nyah repeated, her breath catching. “That I like having what they can’t?”

  “You do,” Lena said knowingly. Her breath was tight and short. “It’s in your eyes. You like that you’re special. That I’ve chosen you.”

  Nyah smiled, although she’d never admit the truth of Lena’s words. She leaned forward and pulled the other woman’s hand from between her legs. “That’s a poor substitute for what I can offer,” she said.

  “Oh?” Lena swallowed.

  Nyah felt something clench deep inside herself. Something primal, alert, and ravenous. “I’ll show you what disarray really means.” Her voice was almost a growl.

  Hours later, Lena awoke. A gloriously naked woman was sprawled beside her, breathing evenly. Lena peered at her, twisting, trying to gauge the con
dition of her wound in the low light.

  “It’s all healed,” Nyah said, barely opening her eyes. “It healed hours ago, even before we finished. Don’t worry about it.” A flash of white teeth lit her face. “Thank you, by the way.”

  “For what?”

  Nyah opened her eyes fully, and rolled to one side, resting her head on her hand. The very edges of her mouth twitched faintly.

  “Oh, that? Well, this is the Island of Bliss, right?”

  “Not just that. It’s been a long time since I’ve even wanted to feel anything, Lena. For so long, ‘feeling’ only meant rage or pain. The idea of being with you—of feeling other things for once, no matter how fleeting—appealed to me.”

  “Ah,” Lena said, unsure of how to respond. Saying “you’re welcome” seemed a little stupid. “Can I ask something?” she said instead. “Did you read my mind earlier? I thought something about wanting to love your body for days. You replied to me, but I never said my original thought out loud.”

  Nyah was quiet for a moment. “Sometimes, when you’re in moments of high emotion, I hear you. I don’t mean to listen. Your talented tongue had me so distracted that I couldn’t tell what was spoken and what was thought.”

  Lena frowned. “My mother said something similar once, that I never could entirely block her out when I was too emotional. So I worked hard to learn to control it. To control myself.”

  Nyah focus became sharp. She sat up, all signs of languidness gone. “These controls you use…can you tell me about them?”

  “It’s…hard. And personal.”

  “I know. You’ve seen my worst secret, Lena. It helped, you know. Having someone with me there for once.” Her hand reached for Lena’s and their fingers tangled. “Saying it out loud might help you, too.”

  Lena had seen Nyah’s worst pain. Worse, maybe, than what Lena had been through. She glanced at their joined fingers. This was such uncharted territory for her. The look of hope in Nyah’s gaze was her undoing.