by Brenna Lyons
She smiled as she opened her mind to him fully, grasping at the erotic impressions in his mind. Latching onto one, she sank her mouth around the shaft, sucking gently as she moved over him, teasing the sensitive underside with her tongue.
Hunter arched beneath her, every muscle taut as she fulfilled the vision dancing behind his eyes. He bunched his hand in her hair, gently guiding her movements, while more erotic images coursed through his mind. Sarah gave herself up to pleasure — his and her own as her body responded to his arousal.
She knew Hunter was at his limits, even before he released her hair and drew her up to latch his mouth onto hers. His kisses were hot and demanding, drugging her with his urgent need. Sarah cried out into his mouth as he rolled her beneath him, pinning her with his body like he had earlier, his hard length rocking gently against her while his hands anchored her hips to him.
“We’re still not naked,” she teased breathlessly as his mouth traveled over her face and neck, coming back to explore her mouth avidly over and over.
“If you were, I wouldn’t be capable of stopping myself. After what you just did, I think you deserve some special treatment.”
“Like what?” Sarah asked.
Hunter didn’t answer. He continued his exploration of Sarah’s body, easing off of her as he moved his hands and mouth past her chest to the flat plane of her stomach. He smiled as he met her eyes. His fingers brushed by the silk panel between her thighs, and Sarah jumped at the sensation. His fingers glided over the sopping fabric again and gauged her response.
“Now,” he crooned, “tell me how an innocent like you knew how to torture me the way you just did.” His fingers brushed by again, teasing her with the contact she wanted so desperately.
“I read it in your mind.” Sarah smiled wickedly. “You have a lot of interesting fantasies, Hunter. Finding things that make you happy is going to be an easy task.”
“Really? What would you like me to act out with you now?” he offered.
“Pick one. We’ll get to them all eventually.”
His smile widened as he slipped two fingers past the silk and dipped them gently inside her. Sarah gripped his arms in surprise as a wash of desire assaulted her. His fingers moved slowly, twisting and dipping in and out. His breathing quickened as he watched her reactions unfolding, as she moved against him, straining toward a release that she craved even as she feared she would shatter when she reached it.
Hunter removed his fingers slowly, and she tightened her grip on his arm, trying to hold him to her. She was so close, it was maddening. Her eyes widened, as he met them and placed the two fingers in his mouth to suck them clean. Hunter pulled her panties off and tossed them away. Curling his fingers in the nest of dark curls between her thighs, he bent to rub his face in them.
“You smell so good,” he whispered in a hoarse voice. Hunter bent to run his tongue over the folds so recently vacated by his fingers and held her hips to the bed when she would have pushed away in shock. “You taste wonderful,” he soothed her. “Read my mind, Sarah. I want you, but I want to give you pleasure to make taking you as painless as I can. Let me do this,” he pleaded with her. “Read my mind.”
Sarah nodded and opened her mind to him. Hunter was focused on only one thing. She could feel his hunger and his overwhelming urge to do that which he believed would give her intense pleasure. He wanted to feel that pleasure, to taste it. Hunter waited, his eyes locked on hers and his breath warm on the wet heat of her while he teased her with his impressions of her enjoyment. Sarah arched to him, helpless to resist and seeking what his mind offered.
“Keep reading,” he breathed as he sank to tease her with his mouth in earnest.
She threw her head back and forth, groaning at the unbelievable intensity of what he was doing to her. His mouth demanded a response from her unschooled body that she was obviously providing. Sarah felt his groan of satisfaction vibrate through her body as his tongue continued to seek out every intimate crevice of her.
A sharp knock on the door intruded on her daydreams, her weaving of Hunter’s images with her own.
“Sarah, are you all right?” Kohl demanded.
Her head snapped up, and she blushed, realizing her position: Hunter poised between her legs and her ankles resting on his shoulders. Sarah wasn’t even sure when that had happened. He replaced his mouth with his fingers, driving her crazy with the loss of his tongue as much as with his taunting smile.
“I’m fine, Kohl,” she called out calmly, mouthing a curse at Hunter which expressed her frustration. “Please, go away.”
Hunter licked over her sensitive nub, while his fingers continued to move inside her, and she tried rather unsuccessfully to stifle her cry.
“Sarah! Are you sure? May I come in?” Kohl continued.
Hunter looked at her shocked expression with a playful smile. “Go away, Kohl,” he ordered as his fingers continued their erotic invasion. “My wife and I wish to honeymoon in peace.”
Her father blustered for a moment before he started laughing. “By all means,” he declared as he moved away. “It’s about time,” he added over his shoulder.
Sarah felt her face burn, and Hunter chuckled at her response. “What’s wrong? You agreed to marry me,” he teased.
“We’re not married, yet,” she reminded him.
“For all intents and purposes, we are. Kohl knows that. It’s too late for me to change course. Once I claim you, my printing will be complete. Would you really ask me to stop now?” He licked her again, his eyes at once taunting and uncertain.
She groaned and threw her head back, lifting herself to him in invitation. “No. Don’t stop. Please.”
“Do you know what I’m thinking, Sarah?”
She locked on his thoughts, just as his mouth returned to his insistent and maddening plunder. Sarah bowed up to him with a cry of pleasure and need. She could feel the bolt of pure joy that raced through him at her inability or unwillingness to stifle that cry.
His intimate invasion continued until she lost contact with his mind, existing only in the mounting, all-consuming pleasure until she felt she would surely shatter if Hunter didn’t ease himself into her that very instant.
Sarah begged him to take her, but Hunter continued to use his mouth to drive her on, holding her wrists to the bed gently when she would have tried to pull him over her. A flash from his mind caught her, an image of herself tied down and helpless to stop him while Hunter pleasured her like this endlessly, sating both of them in the process.
She shattered at the thought, bowing up from the bed and screaming her release, feeling wave after wave of mindless pleasure wash over her. Still, the images in his head drove her on, all the forms of ecstasy he wanted to introduce her to.
Hunter was suddenly over her, lifting her hips and easing into her slowly, moving gently and building a friction that made Sarah ache for more. She pushed back toward him, stilling for a moment when she felt a burning sensation deep inside. Just as quickly, the burning was gone, and the ache returned.
He paused, searching her face as her eyes widened. Sarah smiled, letting him know that her reaction was more one of surprise than pain. Hunter kissed her gently as he started moving again, deeper this time now that the barrier had been taken. His movements became more urgent as he tested and found her body receptive to his faster, deeper thrusts.
Sarah opened her mind to him again. His mind was a riot of sensations and thoughts. He was relieved that he had taken her maidenhead so effortlessly. His mind formed images of other sexual encounters he’d like to have with her. They stole her breath away — so many ways to enjoy each other. Hunter was convinced that he couldn’t possibly endure the pleasure he was feeling for a moment longer even as it continued to engulf him.
She found herself experiencing Hunter’s pleasure, his feeding hers until Sarah teetered at the edge of the abyss with him. Hunter tensed inside her, sending a warm explosion that shocked her with its heat and intimacy, touching places she ne
ver thought to reach in her body and her soul.
Her ragged cry was overpowered by Hunter’s roar of release. Still miraculously connected to him, Sarah felt a shift in him that brought a sense of peace and purpose.
“Printing,” she breathed as she touched his cheek. So that was printing.
He kissed her hand, gathering Sarah into his arms and laying feathery kisses on her face and neck.
Sarah wiped away a single tear from his cheek and looked at him in concern. “What’s wrong?” she asked.
Hunter laughed and shook his head. “So beautiful.” His lips skimmed her pulse point then down to the top of her breast. “You. Printing. Everything is beautiful.”
“I think you’re drugged,” she accused.
Hunter pushed back into her, anchoring her hips to him as he panted in pleasure. “On you, my love. I’m drunk on you.” He relaxed his arms, laying his weight on her and rocking his hips in a gentle exploration with his softening member.
“You know,” she teased, “your mind has been making a lot of promises to me.”
“Good. Let me know which ones you want to cash in on. We have the rest of our lives.”
“Promise me the rest of the day for a starter. I want you all to myself for the rest of the day.”
His smile widened. “As you wish. What would you like to start with?”
“That shower we never took followed by that little fantasy you had while you were holding my wrists to the bed. I think I can find stockings or scarves or something that will do nicely.”
He hardened within her again and groaned in pleasure. “Oh yes. Say the word, Sarah.”
“We have all day, Hunter. What’s in your mind right now sounds particularly appealing, actually. I’d like to try that.” She could read his belief that she wasn’t really reading his mind but rather teasing him that anything he was thinking would be erotic.
Hunter chuckled. “But, what I have in mind right now is feeling my son growing inside you,” he teased, confirming what she already knew he was thinking.
Sarah smiled wickedly and wrapped her legs around his hips. “And I’ve heard that there is absolutely nothing like giving a Warrior carte blanche to start a baby growing to make him insatiable.”
Hunter’s hand traced down the flat plane of her stomach. “Are you giving me carte blanche?” he asked seriously.
“I’m making a request of my husband. I want you to love me, to play out every fantasy either one of us has until we have to take a few weeks off post-partum. I want to feel you rubbing your hands over my pregnant belly while you take me and know you love every second of it. Does that agree with you, husband?”
Hunter groaned and started moving inside her fast and hard, as if he was desperate to spill his seed in her again. “Yes. Now. Today. I’m going to do it today, Sarah.”
She sank into the sensations of him claiming her all over again. When his climax came, she could almost imagine that he had really impregnated her. Sarah gasped at the sensation of a brilliant static discharge that passed between them.
Hunter smoothed her hair and furrowed his brow. “Did I hurt you?” he asked anxiously.
Sarah shook her head. “Just an aftershock of some sort,” she decided.
He laughed lightly. “Maybe we did it.”
“You’re not getting off that easily,” she informed him.
Hunter smiled a secretive smile.
“What is it?” she asked suspiciously.
“I’m not letting you out of my bed for any length of time for a few days. I hope you have no pressing plans elsewhere.”
“It sounds good, but why?”
“You asked for a baby. I intend to make sure I grant that wish immediately. You wanted me insatiable for you,” he reminded her.
“And?” There was more to it. There had to be.
“I know you said not to check, but I couldn’t resist when you told me how much you wanted my son in you.”
“I’m high cycle?” she asked in awe.
Hunter laughed lightly. “I guess it’s too late to ask if you’re absolutely sure,” he managed.
Sarah eyed him suspiciously. “Why does it seem that Warriors have this unerring ability to claim women that are fertile? Unless they are actively avoiding a child, they have a young Warrior right away.”
He flipped to place her over him, his thumbs playing at her breasts while he pushed up into her. Sarah gasped at the new sensations. Hunter’s eyes darkened in hunger that made her go liquid for him immediately.
“Tell me,” she breathed, moving against him, grinding herself over him while he pressed her in with the flats of his hands.
“Corwyn had a theory about that. He believed that, even without sensing her, a Warrior knows when the woman he desires is approaching high cycle. He believed the urge to complete printing — even if you were actively avoiding pregnancy, becomes almost insurmountable as she approaches high cycle. In fact, he believed Ende Spiel could be directly correlated to a woman’s release of pheromones announcing her ready or near-ready state.”
Sarah stilled and met his eyes. “Perpetuation of the species,” she mused. “A simple animal instinct.”
Hunter shook his head with a serious look. “No. Never that. I would have married you, even if you decided never to grant me children. I love the idea of having children with you, but you would have been enough alone.
“Warriors have waited months, even years to reproduce with their mates. I’ll admit the charge when you asked for a baby thrilled me unbearably, but I would have taken you with proper precautions against pregnancy as often as I could without that enticement. I still will, if you wish it. It’s probably already too late for that, but I will if you have any doubts at all that you want this.”
Sarah smiled an impish little grin. “In that case, let’s get that shower,” she offered. “I hope it’s too late, Hunter. I want to make sure it’s too late.”
* * * *
Erin started chuckling.
“What’s the joke this time?” Talon demanded, still bristled from how effectively she took him down — or maybe at losing his chance to spy on her again.
She wasn’t sure about that. It was really too bad that Erin couldn’t read his mind or see his shimmers by herself. It could come in handy, when Sarah stayed behind with Hunter.
Erin shrugged as she drained the last of her glass of milk and closed her connection to Sarah slowly, painfully. She knew it was the right thing to do. If the situation were reversed, Erin would want privacy with Curt.
She pushed up from the table and straightened her weapons over her hips. “Time for training,” she mused, heading for the training room despite her loathing for indoor training, most likely because of her encounter with Lorian. “Who’s up?” she asked over her shoulder.
“Hunter. You know that,” her father replied in confusion.
Erin shook her head. “Scratched. I need another partner.”
“Scratched? Why is he scratched?”
“His business,” she replied simply. “Trust me.”
“Are you reading your brother’s mind?” Jayde asked suspiciously.
Erin shook her head as she unsheathed her weapons. “No. Sarah just let me know he’s busy, and I shouldn’t wait for him. That’s all.”
“With what?” she persisted.
“That’s his business. You are not his house lords anymore, and he’s had autonomy for a long time. Who’s up?”
Jayde stepped forward. “I am.”
Erin smiled. “Good. I haven’t faced you in a few days. It will keep me on my toes.”
Her mother’s fighting style was significantly different than Talon’s or even Hunter’s. Her center of balance was more aligned with Erin’s: dead body center and to the balls of the feet as if they were dancing. Jayde had handled much of her early training, teaching Erin the flowing movements that were so different than those of the men. Once she had mastered the basic movements and balance, her mother turned most of the intensiv
e training over to her father and brother.
She soon learned that Jayde’s style kept her on her toes, watching for hidden attacks while the men were ultimately the harder, more aggressive fighters. Their attacks were fast, forceful and could not be hidden. Even after Erin had trained in every North American range with almost every Warrior in existence, something not-surprisingly not done for Hunter and that she was sure would continue for her in an attempt to match her to a Warrior in the future, Erin found that her mother offered a fresh challenge that no man could. It was easy to see how Jayde defeated Veriel. Still, now that Erin was training at full steam, not even her mother was much of a challenge anymore.
Jayde shook her head. “Aren’t we supposed to be testing your ability to team with Sarah?” she asked suddenly.
Erin raised an eyebrow at her parents in disbelief. How dense could they be? “Sarah told me Hunter is busy,” she repeated patiently. She bit back a sarcastic footnote.
“Oh,” her mother said with a tight smile. “Are they—”
“Hunter’s business,” she growled.
“Did they ask you to close your mind?” Talon asked with his own raised eyebrow.
Erin tried unsuccessfully to stifle an impish grin. “No, but I did it anyway. Being able to spy on someone doesn’t mean you should,” she noted with a meaningful look at him.
Talon cast her a warning look. “Get moving,” he ordered gruffly.
Erin set about training, alternating between her parents until Kohl strolled in.
“Maybe you should fight them together,” he joked.
“Not a bad plan,” Erin called over her shoulder. “Better yet, how about all three of you?” she teased in return.
“I’d be honored.”
Talon considered the other lord carefully. “What’s so funny, Kohl?” he asked suspiciously.
“Erin hasn’t told you?” he asked.
“It’s none of Erin’s business,” she snapped at him, “or anyone else’s for that matter. Erin does not go telling details of other people’s lives.”
