Savage Legacy

by Lora Leigh

  He would have thought she would go slow. That perhaps she would have taken that sweet mouth and covered the head of his cock, instead, her head dipped lower, her tongue lashing at his balls as her lips created a heated, erotic suckling along the flesh and nearly sent him into climax.

  He could not endure it.

  His hand tightened on the base of the erection, fighting to hold back the sudden, fiery demand for release. The other hand sank into the strands of her hair, his fingers clenching in the strands to hold her in one place, but it didn’t stop her. She moaned as she tugged at his hold, a throaty, hungry sound of pleasure that had him pulling at the strands anyway, knowing it aroused her.

  She had never wanted the little pain before. She had feared it. But now, there was no fear, no memories of pain and helplessness to sway her passions. She was beauty. She was heat and fire. She was the dream that had haunted him for a thousand years.

  Her tongue was a fiery little demon, washing over his balls again and again, laving flesh that grew more sensitive with each stroke. Her hand brushed his out of the way as she finally, thankfully, began to move along his cock. Up. Up. He restrained the agonized gasp that fought to rise from his chest as the pleasure became so deep he was certain he could never stand another moment of it.

  But he did. He held his breath. He recited runes in his head. He called upon God for strength and finally, when he could bear her exquisitely slow pace no longer, he gripped her hair, raised her head and pushed the head of his cock between her willing, parted lips.

  “Yes,” he hissed as she closed her lips over the near bursting head, her tongue stroking sensually along the nerve-laden underside. “Suck it, Ariel. Take me deeper. Deeper, baby.”

  He watched through narrowed eyes as she took several inches, moving her lips slowly along the thick stalk, her eyes dark and gleaming back at him wickedly. The woman was a vision of sex, of beauty.

  Her firm, warm breasts pressed against his upper thighs now, swaying and flushed from the tight strokes of her mouth along his cock.

  His head ground against the back of the couch as he fought to hold onto his control.

  “Your mouth is so hot,” he snarled between gritted teeth. “So tight and hot I do not know if I can hold back, Ariel. Cease this at once if you are not prepared…”

  His cock jerked tightly as he felt his release building in the base of his erection.

  Her eyes were ever darker, excitement glittering within them.

  “Is this what you want?” His voice was guttural, demanding. “My seed filling your mouth, Ariel?”

  She moaned, the sound vibrating along his flesh and sending agonizing pleasure whipping through his system. Even the air stroked his body with exquisite sensations, so sensitive was he. He could feel it, curling around the hard points of his flat nipples, twisting around his arms.

  His eyes widened, his lips pulling back in a snarl of ecstasy as he realized what she was doing. How well her power was adjusting to her every desire.

  “Damn you, Ariel,” he groaned, feeling the fragile tendrils of air move to his balls, wrapping around them, touching him with heat and a pleasure he could not deny.

  Her suckling mouth moved on him faster now, the soft sounds of moist pleasure filling his ears, mixing with his hoarse groans until he knew he couldn’t deny her any longer.

  Electric impulses of sensation surged up his spine, back down, then raced to the base of his cock to produce an explosion that had him fighting to keep from shouting his pleasure to the world.

  Hard, desperate pulses of his semen began to jet from his cock, filling her mouth, causing her to tighten further on him as she swallowed each hot stream of silky fluid as she hummed her approval at his taste.

  He convulsed with the pleasure racking his body, every muscle drawn tight as she milked him of each violent spurt of his seed, until he was gasping but still hard. So hard he knew that it would take years, it would take forever to relieve his hunger for her.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Before Ariel could do more than lift her head from the still swollen erection that had filled her mouth, Shane was on his feet. He picked up her up in arms that strained with tension before he stalked to the bed, tossing her to the mattress before he came over her.

  “You would push a man too far,” he growled as he restrained her hands, holding them to the bed as powerful thighs encased her legs. “Control is a fragile thing, Ariel. You have destroyed mine.”

  She stared up at him, knowing she should be concerned, worried about the sudden lustful flames that burned in his eyes. Shadows coalesced in her mind, an edge of worry, a fragile thread of nervousness that dissipated beneath her own burgeoning desire.

  This was how she wanted him. Out of control. Straining with hunger for her.

  “What are you going to do?” she taunted him then.

  She had always restrained herself, had always played by someone else’s rules. But something rose inside her then, something she wouldn’t have expected, couldn’t have known. She knew Shane was capable of much more than he had shown her so far in regards to his passion. He was a large, muscular man. His strength would require great control over each touch. She wanted that control gone. She wanted the warrior and the man, the lover and the Viking. But most especially she wanted what she knew he had never allowed himself to give her in that first life they had known each other.

  She was naked, lying beneath as she watched him fight to rein in his lusts. But he was hungry, she could see it, greedy for every taste, every touch. That fire burning in his eyes threatened the hold he had on his lusts.

  “Sweet Ariel.” Rather than answering her, his head lowered, his lips smoothing over hers. “Do not bait me now, beloved.”

  She snapped at his lips. Her teeth nipped at the full lower curve, causing his eyes to narrow with the promise of retribution.

  “You do not want what you are tempting,” his voice was a hard, rough rasp, torn from the very depths of his chest. “It has been too long.”

  She ran her tongue over her lips slowly, her lashes lowering as she stared back at him.

  “Don’t I?” She focused on the air around her, a small smile tipping her lips as she commanded it to do what she couldn’t.

  She watched his expression change, watched his face flush as ecstasy washed over it. She knew the touch was featherlight, curling around the base of his cock, creating just enough pressure to tease, just enough touch to tempt.

  “Let me touch you,” she whispered, tugging at the grip he had on her hands.

  “I think not,” his voice was strangled, a harsh growl as the very air teased him in her stead. “I think for this, you must be punished. Tempting me in such a way is not wise.”

  Before she could gasp or anticipate his next move, he had flipped her over on the bed, pushing a pillow beneath her hips as he straddled her thighs once again. He trapped her hands at the center of her back, effectively leaving her helpless beneath him.

  “Lord, what a pretty ass,” he whispered then, smoothing his palm over the flesh.

  Ariel’s breath caught in her throat at the pleasurable caress. Her buttocks clenched as she fought to keep her mind on what she was doing to Shane through the air around them. If he kept this up, there was no way she could continue to torment him in such a way.

  A low groan vibrated behind her as she had the air press in against his cock, imagining the feel of her hands stroking him, milking the thick, hard flesh.

  “Bad girl!” His hand landed on the cheek of her ass, sending a flash of heat singing through her veins.

  Her eyes widened as she arched, pleasure rushing over her in a wave that sent her juices spilling from her pussy.

  She could feel her clit swell instantly, the small slap sending vibrations of sensation washing over it.

  “Do you know how I once longed to do this, Ariel?” he whispered roughly, his hand smoothing over her rear once again. “To hold you still beneath me.” He leaned closer, placing a delicate heat
ed kiss at the nape of her neck. “And watch your luscious ass turn red from my hand, feel you writhing in pleasure beneath me. And it is pleasure, is it not, my sweet?”

  Another blow landed. It sent her senses spinning. Pain should not be pleasure. But was it truly pain? Her clit was throbbing now, her cunt convulsing with pleasure, weeping with hunger.

  “Shane, I’m going to kick your ass,” she gasped as another blow landed, sending heat washing through her vagina, tightening around her clit.

  She wasn’t going to come like this, she thought in horror. Surely it wasn’t really possible?

  Desperate now, she felt inside herself for her own power, calling to the crystal, the air around her.

  “Fuck!” She felt him arch as the breeze moved about his scrotum, tightening, stroking like ghostly fingers along his sensitive flesh, as she commanded it to do.

  His hand fell again. Again. A series of light, heated little blows that had her twisting beneath him, gasping, on the edge of a pleasure so intense she could feel her womb clenching with the overload.

  “Do you know what I’m going to do with this pretty little ass, Ariel?” If the sound of his voice was anything to go by, his control was hanging on by a thread. But she had already lost hers.

  “Looks…to me…” A little scream escaped her throat as he shifted, relaxing the hold on her legs long enough to push his hand between her thighs, his fingers suddenly cupping the soaked, slick curves of her pussy. “Oh God. Shane…” She arched her hips closer, feeling his fingers close, so close to the aching bud of her clit.

  But he gave that throbbing little bundle of nerves only a glancing caress as he gathered the juices along the slit of her pussy, pulling his hand back, back, until his fingers were pressing at the tight, flexing entrance to her anus.

  Ariel stilled, her eyes opening wide, dazed as she felt the tip of his finger begin to part the tiny entrance. Slick and hot from her own juices, she felt it spread the tight muscles there, easing in, stretching her with a slow delicious burn that she could do nothing to push closer, incoherent pleas whimpering from her throat as she lost her mind to the pleasure.

  It was decadent. It was forbidden. It was the most sensually erotic thing she had ever felt, feeling his finger slide into her, filling her ass with its broad length, stretching her, burning her alive with pleasure.

  “You’re tight, love.” He was breathing hard now, his voice growing rougher by the minute. “So tight and hot I could come just fucking your ass with my finger.”

  So could she, if he would just push her a little bit closer.

  Her muscles tightened on him, the forbidden pleasure/pain streaking through her anus, vibrating in her clit.

  “You like that don’t you, baby?” he asked then, his voice guttural. “That little bit of pain streaking through your nerves, driving you higher.”

  She was loving it.

  He chuckled then, sliding his finger free as she cried out at the loss, pressing back, desperate to keep him there.

  “Not yet, love,” he groaned, moving to turn her onto her back once again, sliding between her thighs as her legs opened eagerly, her arms reaching for him.

  Shane came to her, his lips taking hers then in a kiss that struck her to her soul. Hot, out of control, a meshing of lips and tongues filled with hunger, with unstated needs stronger than either of them had known before or since.

  Slipping into her mind, sensations filling her were small, disjoined memories. His care of her before, in that first life, almost as though both of them feared the passions that simmered deep inside them.

  She had held back, frightened of losing him, of disgusting him with the carnal urges that flared in her when he touched her. And he, always so determined to take her gently, even though she often caught him watching her with hot, lust-filled eyes.

  Not so now. Now his body strained against her, his cock pressing between her thighs as his lips tore from hers, traveling down her neck, across her upper chest until he could fill his mouth with the tip of her breast.

  A cry tore from her throat at the feel of his hot mouth surrounding her, the head of his erection parting her. Too many sensations, too much pleasure. How was she to endure it?

  “Shane, do something,” she whispered desperately, feeling the opening of her cunt clench, hugging the smooth width of his cock as it nudged at her.

  Flared, heavy with lust, thick and hot, his cock throbbed at the entrance to her body, his hips moving in small, tight circles, caressing her with no more than the burning crest of his erection.

  “So good…” he groaned, his mouth moving from one breast to the other, his hair damp with the perspiration building along both their bodies now. “I don’t want to hurt you, Ariel…”

  He was breathing roughly, stroking her nipple with his lips, his eyes closed, expression tortured as his cock opened her further.

  Ariel lifted her legs, her knees clasping his hips as she fought the building fire storming through her body. Taking her over.

  “Hold on,” he groaned then, one hand clasping her hip, the other bracing his weight on his elbow as he shook his head, fought, then lost the battle to take her as he wanted to. Slow and easy.

  But she didn’t want slow and easy.

  It wasn’t a hard driving thrust that he took her with, but neither did he ease in. She felt him penetrating her, possessing her, until he reached the thin membrane that proved her innocence.

  He whispered her name, prayed for control, pulled back and thrust through it in one heavy stroke of his erection that carried him deeper, deeper into the tight clasp of her body.

  Ariel arched in delicious torment, a strangled cry echoing around her as she felt him fill her. Stretching her impossibly, stroking nerve endings she never knew she had, burning through the feminine channel with such fierce hunger that she felt devoured.

  “Shane…” She was trembling with the sensation. So full of the hard length of his cock that she wondered if she could survive.

  “God. I’m sorry, baby.” His head moved to rest beside hers as his hips bunched, retreating, the friction alive with burning electrical charges of pleasure. “I’m so sorry.”

  He didn’t stop. Pulling back he thrust home again, then began a building, rapturous rhythm that had her shaking, shuddering beneath him, her hips lifting as she fought to take him harder, deeper. And he gave it to her.

  Holding her close to him, driving into her with jackhammer thrusts that quickly, violently, sent her exploding in an orgasm she couldn’t have imagined, and hadn’t expected.

  Her eyes opened, widening in sudden surprise and fear as it washed over her. Her pussy tightened, her clit throbbing then exploding in tandem to the deep contractions that fisted her muscles around his driving erection.

  As the pleasure slammed through her body, Shane came to his knees, taking her, fucking her with a desperation that kept the rhythmic pulses of release climbing in her body until she screamed with the rapture of it.

  One last hard thrust buried him deeper than before, his groan harsh, so guttural it seemed torn from him as she felt his semen spurt from his cock, pouring inside her with hard, hot pulses that shook his body as hard or harder, than her orgasm was shaking her.

  They collapsed together. Shane fell beside her, pulling her close as he fought for breath, his hands gentle now, soothing her through the aftershocks that vibrated just beneath her flesh.

  “How I love you,” he whispered hoarsely then. “With my soul. With my heart. With the very breath that sustains my body, Ariel. I love you…”

  Ariel opened her eyes slowly, blinking against a sudden rush of tears as he whispered those words. Love. She wanted to shake her head, wanted to tell him that it didn’t exist, that it was just the dream he had needed to survive the long, lonely centuries he had lived.

  The bond they shared wasn’t love, she told herself bitterly. Love didn’t exist, it couldn’t. If love had truly existed in this world, then she wouldn’t have spent countless days and nights
locked in the endless blackness of a cellar closet.

  She wouldn’t have had to fight for her freedom all these years, and she wouldn’t have been forced to hold herself aloof, distant from any friendships for fear that they would be used against her as her father had used false friends in the past in his attempt to prove she was insane.

  True love, real love, she had seen no proof of. There was affection and caring, but even those qualities of human emotion could be bought and sold with the right price. She had learned that lesson the hard way. Twice. And nearly paid for the lesson with her freedom. Twice she had cared, reached out and tried to believe in love. First with a new friend she had made in college. Soon after, she had returned to their dorm room, heard her father’s voice through the door and listened as he paid her to find ways to prove Ariel was insane.

  The second was a young man, several years later. Quiet, studious. He had needed money for school, of course—it took a lot of money to pay for a degree in archaeology. The check her father had written him had been dislodged from his checkbook when a hard breeze had swept through the room and pushed it from his desk. Of course, the reason had been the same.

  Markham St. James thought his daughter was ill. A family affliction he told everyone. Her grandmother had suffered from it, as had her mother. He was certain Ariel was insane as well.

  What he couldn’t convince her of through her youth, he tried to convince others of through her adult years. It hadn’t mattered that Ariel had learned to ignore the sounds in the wind, that she had strived to be completely normal in all things. Still, she had been distrusted, watched closely, suspected.

  If love existed, there would have been proof of it in her life, somewhere, somehow. Love didn’t exist.

  She lay against Shane now, a bitter, consuming pain ripping at her soul as she wished she could believe. If only love did exist. She would have given it to him, said the words and eased the sudden tension gathering in his body. But she couldn’t lie to him. She wouldn’t lie to him. So she stayed silent instead…