Wicked Wind (Solsti Prophecy #1)

by Sharon Kay

  “Gunnar,” she husked. “Promise me I get to suck you.”

  “Or what?” How could she still be talking right now?

  “Or I’ll start describing, in great detail, exactly how I plan to use my tongue when I finally get your big, thick cock into my mouth.”

  He cursed long and loud, then muttered, “You can’t be a Solsti.” Her questioning gaze found his. “You must be a witch. Or a sorceress. Or something very wicked.”

  Her naughty streak entranced him. He flipped her to her stomach, deciding he needed to spend some time on her luscious ass. For the gods’ sakes, he’d had his eyes glued to it all day. He brought his palm down against her bottom with a light smack, then followed it with kisses. She wiggled and purred like a contented cat.

  He moved up her body, kissing the deliciously smooth skin of her back, until he reached her neck. With his flesh on fire everywhere that they touched, he let some of his weight settle on her as their bodies aligned. His cock rubbed against her butt, and she tried to wiggle beneath him. He didn’t let her. Keeping her in place, he moved his mouth to the sensitive spot where her shoulder flowed into her neck, and he bit down.

  She let out a small cry, and he kissed and licked the red mark. His mark. Something primal roared inside him. He nibbled his way up the dewy side of her neck, one of his hands holding both of hers tightly above her head. Then he rolled her to her back and gripped her hip firmly, meeting her gaze. Any trace of mischief was gone from her eyes, replaced by anticipation tinged with a hint of sensual nervousness. He traced one finger along the insides of her thighs, still wet from her release.

  Letting go of her hands, he moved over her willowy, sated body. He took himself in hand, teasing her entrance with the blunt head of his cock. She let out a very feminine grunt and tried to lift her hips toward him, but he held her right where he wanted her. He continued to tease her until she whispered, “Gunnar, please.”

  Hearing his name on her lips as she lay hot and writhing beneath him was a drug to his senses. “Please, what?”

  “I need you inside me. Now.”

  He meant to push inside her slowly. He groaned as his first inch slipped into her damp, delicious heat. But when she rocked her hips against him, his ragged control faltered and he plunged deep inside her. Gods, she was hot, tight, and so very wet. His mind fuzzed over until he was only aware of his desire to possess her. He drowned in the sensation of her soft body locked intimately with his. Her eyes, which had squeezed shut when he entered her, flew open to meet his.

  “Hurt?” he rasped, a thread of concern weaving through the heat in his brain.

  She shook her head. “Feels so good. So full.”

  He pulled out almost all the way, then plunged back in. He was close to losing it. He had never met a more sensuous woman in his long life. Her curves, her skin, and her mouth all wreaked havoc on his senses, building his need to an unbearable level. Her peachy scent wafted up to him, and he started a pounding rhythm. She eagerly met each of his thrusts, and when he leaned down to tug one perfect pink bud into his mouth, she shattered.

  The feeling of her inner muscles clenching his cock drove him over the edge along with her. With one final furious thrust, he bellowed her name, and his world exploded into white-hot shards of carnal heat. Head spinning with sensation, he allowed himself to collapse on her, pressing her into the mattress. His body felt sated, but not nearly close to being done with his beautiful, lithe Solsti.

  After several minutes, he felt her body tense ever so slightly. “Gunnar.” He pushed up a little, bracing his hands on either side of her head. Looking into her bright green eyes, he saw a tiny flash of concern.

  “We forgot protection,” she whispered.

  He leaned down to kiss her pert nose. “We’re not fertile right now. And we can’t get human sexual diseases.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “All the supernaturals I can think of are only fertile twice a year. Either at each solstice, or at each equinox. It depends on the species.” He paused for a moment. “And even if you turn out to be able to conceive more often, I know I can’t.”

  “I guess that’s convenient.”

  “When you live a long time, you don’t need to populate the planet as much as humans do.”

  She twined languid fingers through his hair, her brows knitted. “How old are you?”

  “Just over two hundred years.”

  “What?” Her fingers stopped their delicious massage of his scalp, and her eyes widened. “Two…hundred? You look like you’re thirty.”

  “Chalk it up to magic and good genes.” He winked and kissed her nose again.

  “Wow.” She dropped her hands to his biceps. “Two hundred. And ley lines, portals, and witches. It all seems so…”

  “New?”

  “I was going to say unreal.”

  “Yet you’ve known about your own power for a long time.” He brought one of her hands to his lips and kissed it. “And many here on Torth think the Solsti aren’t real.”

  “True.” She smiled. “You’re cute for an older guy.”

  “Cute?” His voice was filled with mock indignation. “I’m not cute. Puppies are cute.” Still semi-hard inside her, he rolled them so that she was on top.

  “How about devastatingly sexy?” Her eyes sparkled playfully.

  “That’ll work.”

  She leaned down to kiss the muscles of his chest, lingering where the Viper had cut him earlier. No trace of the wound remained. Her soft hair brushed his skin as she moved across his body, licking and nipping with her little teeth. “You’re even better than my dream,” she murmured.

  “What dream?”

  She proceeded to tell him about the wet dream she had the night before. With every erotic detail she divulged, he grew harder inside her. Hell, everything about her was erotic. He couldn’t have conjured up a fantasy hotter than her. She was beautiful, sexy, a little bit naughty, and he couldn’t get enough of her.

  Sitting up all the way, she undulated her hips as if reading his mind. He groaned as she moved up and then slowly lowered herself down his length. She did it again and stopped, obviously wanting to torture him.

  “Witch.”

  In response she reached one hand behind her and down to cup his balls and massage them gently.

  “Nicole.”

  “I think it’s my turn to play.” She smiled down at him.

  “You’re either going to kill me, or make me embarrass myself.”

  She only smiled again and leaned down. Bracing her arms on either side of him, she resumed kissing his chest. He felt himself twitch inside her when she gently scraped her teeth across his flat nipple.

  “Enough,” he growled, pulling her off him in a flash. He turned her to her belly and tugged her bottom up to where he knelt behind her. He placed one rough kiss to her spine before he gripped her hips and thrust deep inside. Keeping one hand at her hip, he used the other to push her shoulders down to the mattress, angling her body so that he could slide in even deeper. Then he slid his hand around to her front, making her whimper as he cupped her breast and teased her nipple with his thumb.

  She took everything he gave as he pounded relentlessly against her soft sweet backside. His body built relentlessly to its peak, and he moved his hand to the sensitive apex between her thighs. She came suddenly, bucking against him, and he was helpless to do anything but follow her over the edge. As he collapsed, he rolled them both to the side and pressed her against his chest before falling into a deep, satisfied sleep.

  Nicole drifted awake and froze, startled at the unfamiliar room. As her surroundings slowly registered and she remembered the events of last night, she smiled into the darkness. Her head rested on Gunnar’s huge bicep, her back tucked against the warm wall of his chest. Her bottom fit snug against his hips. His arm draped over her side and across the front of her body, his hand cupping her breast as he slept. She had never woken up quite like this before. Every inch of her skin tingled where
they touched.

  She flushed, remembering how demanding he had been. She found herself wanting to give him everything he asked for, and was rewarded with more orgasms than she could count. Awareness surged through her body and she squirmed. How can I want more right now? She should be thoroughly sated. She liked sex, but Gunnar stoked her body to a new level of need.

  She felt, rather than heard the rumble behind her. She made a soft sound in response, and felt his hot mouth against her ear as the hand on her breast squeezed gently. His erection nestled against her, insistent and ready.

  His fingers brushed one nipple and then the other and she couldn’t hold back a tiny grunt. She canted her hips and reached behind her to guide him inside, his girth stretching her sensitive flesh. He began an easy pace, holding her breasts in both his hands as he moved. She needed more, but his hands were deliciously occupied. Sliding her fingers down until she found just the right spot, she arched her back in pleasure.

  He paused. “Naughty girl,” he scolded. “That’s my job.”

  “But I like where your hands are.”

  He pulled out and rolled her to her back. Again. She couldn’t remember how many times he had flipped her, rolled her, or repositioned her last night. And all of it was beyond pleasurable. He lowered his head to her breast, drawing her nipple into his hot mouth and suckling her. His talented tongue tortured her, swirling and flicking her tight, puckered tip. His fingers tickled her other nipple, making her writhe and reach down for his cock, which hung thick and hard between them. He let her take him in her hand and rub him against her damp folds until she couldn’t wait anymore. He drove deep inside her body, luminous blue eyes meeting hers in the dark.

  Wrapping her legs around his waist, she hooked her ankles together behind him. She held onto his shoulders as he set a perfect, sensually slow pace. She moved with him, their pace building, reaching their climax together. As the waves of pleasure subsided, Nicole felt herself carried by another emotion entirely. She hadn’t known what to expect from Gunnar, but she felt full of a rare contentment—a feeling of sweet, fulfilling bliss. Unable to process it, she simply accepted it as she fell asleep again in his arms, his length still buried inside her.

  Gunnar awoke for the second time in as many hours with a warm, sexy Nicole entwined with him. He didn’t know which god was looking favorably upon him, but he wasn’t about to question it. He kissed her hair as she slumbered next to him. She must be exhausted, but she hadn’t held anything back. Playful and responsive, she was the most adventurous bed mate he’d ever had. And when was the last time he’d had fun in bed? He thoroughly enjoyed the company of women, but when he bedded them, it was all about lust.

  He glanced at his phone, his acute night vision allowing him to read the time across the dark room. Since this safe home was underground, no tell-tale sunlight streamed in to alert him to the new day. Grinning, he figured he had enough time to have a very thorough shower with Nicole before they had to resume their journey. He brushed her hair away from her neck, awakening her with kisses as he massaged her firm backside with his hand.

  She stirred and stretched, mumbling something sleepily about mornings. “You know what the best thing about mornings is?” He kissed the tip of her ear.

  “Breakfast?”

  “Try again.”

  “Morning sex?”

  “Close.”

  She blinked. “You think there’s something better than morning sex?”

  “Morning shower sex.” He pushed back the covers and scooped her into his arms.

  The standard size shower had no tub. Instead, the inner corners bumped out to form two small seats. Gunnar’s cock twitched at the possibilities they presented. He set Nicole down in front of him, turned on the water, and grabbed a palmful of shampoo. Standing behind her, he worked the lather through her hair and murmured, “You know, the other day I couldn’t stop thinking about this.”

  Her voice was a contented purr. “Thinking about what?”

  “At my house, when you took a shower after we sparred.”

  “Oh, you mean after you took every possible opportunity to get me horizontal.”

  He nipped the tip of her ear. “All I could think about was fucking you.”

  She shivered under the spray and shot him a heated glance over her shoulder. “Yeah?”

  “Yeah.” He pulled her tightly against him, stifling a groan as her soft curves aligned with his hardness.

  “I have some ideas about that,” she murmured, green eyes wide with feigned innocence. “But I’m still dirty.”

  “Yeah, you are.” He tapped her bottom. Reaching for the liquid gel and squeezing it onto a washcloth, he soaped her back. He skipped down to her calves and slender feet, washing each tiny toe, before moving back up to work on her thighs. He slid his hand between them, just barely grazing her damp curls. She shuddered and tried to push against him, but he turned her around to face him instead. Suds from the shampoo coursed down the front of her body, and he abandoned the washcloth in favor of cupping her perfect, round breasts in his hands. He massaged the soap into her soft skin, rubbing light circles along the sides of her breasts and up to her shoulders.

  As the water rinsed her willowy frame, he bent to take her nipple into his mouth. He couldn’t get enough of her sweet taste. Hell, he didn’t seem to be able to get enough of her, period. He swirled and sucked her puckered tip, drawing her deep into his mouth. She made a contented, feminine sound and wound her fingers into his hair, tugging his head up to meet her hungry gaze.

  She moved to the back corner of the shower, pulling him with her. As soon as she skimmed her hands down his sides to rest at his hips and perched her bottom on the small seat, he knew what she planned to do. His already-hard cock swelled at the thought of her warm lush mouth on him, and she grinned up at him with pure wickedness.

  She pressed a kiss to his hip, then started licking her way across his abs. When she got to his other side, she nipped him before moving lower. He uttered a soft curse as he glanced down. Her sinful mouth was a mere inch from his throbbing cock, and her hands had come to rest at the very tops of his thighs. She seemed to take an eternity to move forward, and then his desire surged anew as she licked him slowly from root to tip.

  He hissed in pleasure as she welcomed him into the warm cavern of her mouth. He hadn’t even realized that he had been holding his breath. Damn, but she felt like heaven. She swirled the thick head with her tongue, then flicked its sensitive underside. He couldn’t hold back from thrusting just a little. Unable to take his whole length into her mouth, she stroked. Fuck, yeah. He braced his hands on the shower wall above her head, groaning, as she made a humming noise deep in her throat that only added to the pressure in his groin. When she reached down to cup him, and started sucking him vigorously at the same time, he growled her name.

  In response, she deviously sucked and stroked him harder. He wouldn’t last another minute like this. Already he could feel his orgasm building. He reached down to pinch her nipple gently, making her gasp and release him. Grabbing her waist, he turned her to the wall and bent her down until she had to rest her hands on the seat.

  One look at her bare, heart-shaped ass in front of him and he was undone. He entered her in one swift thrust, pausing to savor her tight heat before he reached around for her breast again. He closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and let the pleasure of her warm hot sheath and firm breast drown out everything else in his world. Then he lost himself to the furious rhythm of his lust.

  Nicole pushed her hips back against him, meeting his thrusts. Surely she knew what she had done to him, knew how close he was to the edge. He was determined to hold onto his control long enough to bring his little vixen over with him. He flicked his thumb over her tight nipple one last time, then moved his hand lower to circle the tiny bud between her thighs. It took just a few strokes before she shuddered and shrieked his name, drawing him deep inside, her body pulsing with pleasure.

  Her hips rocked uncontrol
lably, irresistibly, and he was helpless to deny his own release. With one last plunge, he jerked her hips hard against him and roared as he exploded deep in her body. He wrapped one arm around her torso and pulled her up to press her back to his chest. Burying his mouth in the crook of her neck, he nipped and licked the faint trace of red left from last night even as he continued to pulse inside her, not stopping until they were both thoroughly spent.

  CHAPTER 9

  NICOLE AND GUNNAR emerged from their room sometime later. With a grin, she smacked his ass before darting ahead to the kitchen. Gunnar found no trace of Raniero, not that he expected to. His comrade’s duties would have him out the door early. Raniero’s responsibilities here on Torth didn’t include playing host and saving their asses.

  He snuck a bite of the frozen breakfast sandwich she had microwaved.

  “Hey!” she protested.

  “It was just one bite,” he said innocently. “I need to shore up my energy levels after the way you wore me out last night. And this morning.”

  “How about I make you a sandwich of your own.” Her eyes roamed his body in a lazy caress. “That way, you’ll be able to give me a repeat performance.”

  He snaked an arm around her waist and gave her one quick, searing kiss. “You got yourself a deal.”

  After they ate, they wound their way up the stairs to the concealed door of the safe house and stepped into the sunny clearing. They easily found their way back to the path. Rosa’s home would be another hour or two ahead, providing that nothing slowed them down along the way.

  Being more familiar with the area they were hiking through today, Gunnar changed their course. It wouldn’t add any time to their journey, and there was something he wanted Nicole to see.

  This route involved a little more climbing and he made her go first, in case she slipped on the trail. “It’s a good thing I’m in shape,” she muttered.

  “You’re doing fine.”