by Lina Jubilee
“Exquisite,” he said huskily, dropping his hand and pressing his bulge against my breasts. It grew firmer at the contact and I wanted—needed—his pants off. Gasping, I leaned my forehead against his hard abdominal muscles.
“Not yet,” he said quietly. He dropped his hands. “Lie down,” he said, the snap of the fire behind him accentuating the words.
My thighs weak and straining, I gladly obeyed, resting my head atop the pile of clothes I’d left behind. My breaths hitched as I stared up at Alarik, who placed both hands on his hips. He watched me intensely, but he didn’t look winded at all. Fuck him and his cocky demeanor.
A gust of wind passed through again and I seized up, arching my back and closing my eyes as a little gasp escaped my lips.
“That’s a start,” he said, sliding off his pants with a flourish and stepping out of them. His bare legs were thick, though not so big as to offset his svelte frame. Still, there wasn’t an inch of muscles that wasn’t defined, not a centimeter of his pale brown skin that wasn’t blemish-free—even the bandage seemed only to add to his mystique, his aura like that of a conqueror.
And under a sheer layer of soft, pale green curls was a thick, long cock, starting to stiffen but infuriatingly taking its time to get fully erect.
I wanted him inside me now.
Lowering himself to hands and knees, he crawled toward me as my breaths grew shallower, louder. He positioned himself over me, his mouth greedily taking my lips between his teeth, parting my jaw wider and inserting his tongue inside, tasting me, devouring me.
He backed up and I mewled a little, trying to keep quiet, but the sound sent a satisfied smile to his face. He stared down at my breasts and took both between his hands, forcing them together as his thumbs moved in synchronized circles over my nipples.
“What do you say?” he asked. It was infuriating that my breaths kept getting heavier while he remained so calm.
Infuriating but hot.
My eyes darted downward. “Please?” I asked.
Shifting to saddle himself above me, his thighs hugging my sides, he dropped a hand from my breast to his erect shaft, which he guided between my breasts before resuming his hold on either side and squeezing them together. My pussy ached for his touch, but my back arched at the friction between my tits as he slid back and forth, straddling me. My sides were alight at the pressure of his thighs and I had to bite down on the side of my index finger to keep from crying out.
He tugged my arm away. “Cry out,” he demanded. “There’s no one here to hear you but me.”
I did, at first guiding my shaking hands to his hips, only for him to swat those away too, his chest puffing out as his booming laugh echoed out among the crackles of the fire. “Do not presume to touch royalty without first being asked,” he said, and part of me wanted to smack that satisfied smirk right off his face, but I was too far gone to cloud my head with anything other than the moment. I tilted my chin upward and swept my hair away, granting him access to my neck.
He grinded on me, squeezing me harder, grinding and grinding until he came over my chest and I cried out at the slick seed on my skin.
Before I could so much as speak, he withdrew and bent over, peppering my neck with kisses. My groin burned hotter and hotter with the need for more, but I held tight to my hair, writhing beneath him.
His lips touched mine and in an instant I knew—my powers were back. And they worked on him.
He pulled himself up, settling himself lightly on my abdomen, laughing and clasping a hand to his chest. He was finally starting to breathe a little harder, and my pussy purred at the thought of me doing that to him, even if it might have been just because of the power of my lips.
He aimed his other hand above my head and a vine shot out, thin and long—not as thick as the ones that had terrorized my city.
Squirming, I let out a shrill cry and after a few moments, the vine stopped.
“This isn’t to hurt you,” he said, picking himself off me and standing. “I was just testing things out.” Without much circumstance, he grabbed hold of my leggings and ripped them down my legs, stopping only to remove my shoes and socks and then sliding each foot to his cheek and kissing it before removing the sopping leggings entirely and tossing them aside. My groin quivered with anticipation of him taking me, but he just let the second leg fall and backed off, offering his hand to me. I didn’t want to move. If I moved, I might start to think, and then I’d realize what a fucking idiot I was being.
A fucking happily horny idiot.
“Come,” he ordered, shaking his hand for emphasis, a pinched expression clouding his face. “Unless you prefer writhing in the dirt at my feet.”
I took his hand and he pulled, bringing me to stand beside him. Our naked forms were mere centimeters apart, but the hands were our only point of contact. He leaned in, teasing me with the promise of his lips as he nuzzled his head against the side of my face. Then he leaned back. Dropping my hand, he pointed to the vines behind him. While I’d been panicking, I hadn’t noticed he’d hung them across the cavern like a hammock. He took wide steps to the side of the makeshift bed and sat down on its edge. He sat with his legs splayed apart, his back straight, one elbow resting on a higher part of the hammock as he tapped the tips of his fingers against his mouth and looked down at me with a smirk. “Come,” he said, patting his lap with his other hand.
I shuffled toward him, shivering at even the short distance put between us and the fire. I went to sit on his lap, but his head shook back and forth and he placed a gentle palm on my abdomen. “Be a good girl and prostrate for your king.” I wanted to laugh, but his hand slid down between my curls, a single finger running teasingly between my lips and back up to circle my clit.
My knees buckled as my breath caught in my throat.
His other hand slid behind me, grabbing hold of my one of my buttocks and squeezing it greedily.
I moaned, about to lose my balance. His hands went to my stomach and the small of my back and he bent me over, hanging me off either side of his firm thighs, his penis growing hard against my belly button as his hand retreated out from under me. Blood fought to both shoot to and drain from my head as desire waged with the downward angle of hanging over his lap.
His hands moved in careful motions over my ass, gently prying my legs farther apart so they could access me from behind.
A blast of wind roared through the cavern again, and though he didn’t flinch, my hand shot out to grab hold of the vine hammock beside me.
“I’ve got you,” he said quietly as the wind died down. He nudged my elbow until I let go and then secured one arm beneath me, his wrist across my left breast as he grabbed firmly to the right.
His other hand moved between my labia, circling the clit again as my toes curled, my legs growing taut as I tried to keep from screaming out in ecstasy. His forefinger took over the gentle circles as his thumb went inside me—as far as it would go up inside me—and then retreated out again, meeting up with the finger to caress my slit.
I did scream this time, my breaths growing haggard. He laughed then—booming, commanding—and I could feel the surge of power that had passed between us even with that motion.
Nash might have been right about a finger inside me. He’d never had patience enough to try himself. Not that I’d wanted him to—he got me hot and bothered fast enough that any waiting would be torturous.
The hand retreated entirely, making me gasp at the sudden coldness, and his palm smacked firmly on my ass cheek.
I cried out. It stung for a second, but it also sent the blood raging to my pussy with desire. Any more of his teasing and I would burst. “Why…?” I breathed. Why spank me, why draw this out, why were we doing this? That single word was supposed to ask all of that, but it was all I could get out.
“Your pheromones shifted,” he snapped. He leaned closer, hovering over my head. “You can desire as many others as you please, but it is a Nelian custom to give the one you’re with your full att
ention.” He leaned back. “I won’t have my efforts remind you of anyone else.” He spanked me again and I buckled, rocking my abdomen against his erect penis, the tingling at my apex skyrocketing as a fresh wave of moisture exploded from my vagina.
“That’s better,” he said, tossing his shoulders back. But then he smacked his palm against my ass again. “Tell your king you’re sorry,” he said.
Clenching my hands into fists as they dangled over the side of his legs, I stretched my legs out, trying to shift my abdomen to feel what he’d so far denied me against my belly. “I’m not…” I breathed. “I’m not… sorry.”
He laughed, one of his knees bouncing. Then he smacked my ass again. “I like a challenge,” he whispered, his hand prying apart my cheeks again to slide between my labia as his other squeezed my breast tighter. Two fingers dipped inside my pussy as I mewled in excitement, and then he pulled them out, smacking his palm against my ass cheek again. “Beg,” he said. “Beg me to forgive you.”
“No…” I breathed, though I had to fidget and stretch and arch to stop the madness inside me from making me flail at his feet and beg, beg him to put an end to this and grant me the release of his cock inside me.
Smack. Hard, always a bit hard, but never too painful, the sting sending me into convulsions of desire.
His penis dug against my abdomen, harder, harder and I writhed into it, taking it where I could get it.
“Beg,” he said again.
“Smack my… Smack my fucking ass already,” I spat, barely getting the words out.
He snickered then, almost losing his kingly character entirely, but he smacked me again and I screamed in delight.
“I think you just begged me to spank you,” he pointed out.
“Oh, fuck you…” I said between gasps of air. “Take me, please. I’m fucking begging you.” I rolled over and he swooped in to catch me, his other hand shifting behind my head, so I lay with the small of my back over his lap, my legs kicking outward for lack of something better to do without his penis inside me.
Our eyes locked. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I’m sorry, Your Royal Highness. Fucking take me—please.”
His eyes probed mine as a smirk lit up his face. “That’s better,” he said. “Starlight.”
He stood, making sure to keep me from sliding off him and shifting my back toward the makeshift hammock. It wasn’t perfect—there were gaping holes between the vines, but it would do.
He took hold of both calves and yanked me closer to the edge of the hammock, hooking my ankles up around his neck, my legs burning—aching, but in a good way—at the stretch. My pussy was hot and wet and ready for him as my hands gripped the vines on either side of me. He stared down at me and his smug smile went slack as he flipped his long hair over his shoulder—tickling my calf—and he rubbed his thumb over his lips. His breaths were shallower, but mine were about to burst.
“Please…” I said again, my voice cracking.
He stroked his cock a few times as he stared down at me. I writhed a little, clenching my jaw. He’d been hard enough, surely. But my movement only made him stroke harder.
Then he shifted, sliding his throbbing cock inside me. I yelled in delight, the tight muscles all over my body seeming to melt at the movement. Grabbing hold of my thighs, he thrust even deeper and the power between us was overwhelming. I screamed out his name, a name I’d never had cause to address him by. “Alarik!”
He withdrew a bit and then thrust back in, pounding me over and over as my voice caught in my throat, my animalistic cries the only thing escaping from my lips. The wind blew through again and I hardly even flinched as the vine hammock rocked—both from the gust and his movement—the chill unable to penetrate the extreme, tingling heat overtaking every cell in my body.
Chapter Twelve
I’d expected him to retreat the moment he’d finished spilling inside me, preparing for our return to the top of the cliff, testing out whatever bonuses my power gave him.
I’d expected to be slapped with the cold hard truth then, at the sight of what my folly had wrought.
Instead, we lay together on the hammock, my cheek on his chest, his hand woven through my hair as his other moved in soft circles over my arm. The activity, his nearness, the slight life of the nearby fire, was enough to lull me to sleep.
I woke, though, who knew how much later, the firelight out and a chill raking through me, even as I felt the warmth of his skin against mine. I bolted upright, a hand flying to my mouth. I stared down at Alarik, who slept peacefully, his breathing light.
“Finally!” said a voice in my brain.
Zander.
“Damn right, it’s Zander. And before you tell me you weren’t thinking about me, believe me, I’ve been extremely aware of that…” His voice went quiet. “Your boost is wearing off,” he said, causing my heart to thunder even more. My “day long” boost after sex wasn’t a perfect science, but that meant it definitely had to be about a day since then.
I gnawed at my knuckles, trying to calm the tension in my chest. Shivering, I jumped off the vine hammock and pattered to pick up my clothes near the smoky ashes of the fire’s remnants.
“Yeah, I saw… I saw that,” Zander said over the bond. “I was trying to reach you forever—”
Alanna blocked me with that power of hers, I sent back.
“Yeah, well, I figured that was why, but I kept trying. And trying. Because I was fucking worried about you, darlin’. Then…” His voice cut out as I slipped into my ridiculous filthy pants one leg at a time.
Zander? I asked, wondering if he wouldn’t be able to find me in this other dimension when my boost wore off him.
“We can talk about you fucking him later.”
My gaze flicked upward to the sparkly, shiny cavern ceiling as I shook out my tank top and slipped it over my head. Can you see through my eyes? I sent over the bond.
“No, but I sure as fuck heard your thoughts about him. I didn’t need you to be thinking about me as long as the boost was working—remember? I can even reach people I’ve never bonded with. But thoughts were enough. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what was going on between you. More or less.”
So he didn’t know the details…
“Do I even want to?” he asked. I could almost hear the sigh over the bond. “Never mind, darlin’. I said you could fuck who you please and it wouldn’t change how I felt about you.”
Gathering Alarik’s pants and jerkin in my hands, I slipped into my boots and took careful, quiet steps back toward the hammock.
“Doesn’t mean I have to approve of you boosting the otherworldly invaders, though.” There was a rumble over the bond, like he was mentally clearing his throat. “Tactics and all that. I… I may have told Jayden. And your boy toy was there. And he—to put it lightly—flipped out. Wouldn’t stop saying it was hard enough you were fucking one enemy, but now another… Jayden, well, Jayden was Jayden about it. Grim and taciturn. But I know what he was actually thinking.”
Great. Sighing, I looked down at the lithe, naked form of my captor—reminding myself I was using him every bit as much for sex as he may have been using me. That whatever I may have felt was there between us had just been some wild fancy, my libido overtaking my brain.
“You’re getting weaker in my head, darlin’,” said Zander over the bond. “So let’s touch base.”
The bond wouldn’t let us speak across dimensions, then, once my boost wore off. Not without my kiss.
“Or, more accurately, your juicy pussy,” he purred.
My ears flushed hot.
“Later,” he said. “Because there will be a later. You need to be back here.”
Nodding, I sent my affirmation through the bond. That’s the plan. I’m here to grab Roulette through the first portal we can.
“Stay focused,” he said. “Darlin’, even if—”
But whatever else he had to say, I felt the chill in my core, a bleak mark of his absence.
Zand
er? I pushed through the bond. To be extra sure, I closed my eyes and pictured him taking me in the tub, pictured his roving hands, his feather-light touch.
Nothing.
Alarik’s voice rang out through the cavern. “You’re up early.”
I opened my eyes to find him sitting up, stretching one arm high above his head, his long, thick cock hung brazenly mere centimeters from my legs.
Swallowing, I gritted my teeth to keep that traitorous groin of mine in check and shoved the pile at him. “Let’s go,” I said.
He fussed with his hair then, drawing it in front of his shoulders and running a hand up and down it to smooth out what little frizzes there were as he spread his thighs apart wider. “You sure you don’t want to go again?” he asked.
I dropped the clothes atop his lap. “Take me to Roulette. Now.”
“I should spank you for that tone,” he said, making a big spectacle of sliding one leg through his pants.
My lips parted as I silently choked on my retort, my ass tingling with the memory of his touch. Finally, I got my head back to the moment as he stood and readjusted his pants. They hugged his butt cheeks tightly and I resisted the urge to grab one in each hand. “Let’s go and I’ll give you an extra boost with my kiss,” I said. “The sex boost should still be working,” I added, before he could start the ball rolling on another round. Better that the clock keep counting down on that boost—better to stay away from fucking him ever again so he never had the chance to try out these newfound powers back on Earth.
I shivered as I squinted and tried to gaze through the bright mists gathered at the entrance to the cave, plastering myself against the stone wall as another blast of wind hurried through.
“You want my jerkin again?” he asked as he padded over, fastening the bottom of the item of clothing in question.
The tip of my tongue darted out to slide against my lips as I shook my head and looked away.
He took my face in one hand then, his grip firm around my chin as he turned me back to face him. “Don’t look at me like you want me to fuck you again, then look away. I won’t be teased without satisfaction.”
