Later she might regret her actions her total dependency on him because she trusted him to take care of her. Now all she wanted was one more panty wetting kiss. In this minute she was everything she ever wanted to be. Queen of her world in the arms of her king.
“You taste so damn good Willow. I love how you taste and that drugging, intoxicating scent you have. I want to bottle it and make a fortune, but I won’t. The minute some male got a whiff of it, he would want the real thing. Then I would have to spend my life fighting the males stupid enough to come looking for you.”
He was a keeper. How was he talking to her? The question was important but getting another taste of his lips was important too. How could they talk and kiss at the same time?
The questions stalled her, it took some of the joy of kissing away because her mind was trying to figure out logistics so this would make sense.
“I’m in your head, Willow.”
Her eyes widened even as she acknowledged she was still kissing him. Not just kissing him, but lost in his kiss like she might never resurface.
“How,” she gasped because his kiss was making her nipples even harder and her pussy felt like it was being drawn tighter with an occasional spasm but not enough to give her what she needed.
“I can’t tell you how this works any more than I can tell you about rain clouds or wind storms.”
She’d have to take a course in meteorology when this was all over.
“Look.”
She looked around her realizing they were standing in a room. Part of her mourned the disconnect of kissing, but she realized this was important. Just as important was the fact she would get to kiss him again. So she allowed her body to kiss him while her mind or was it spirit went on an adventure with him.
“Where are we?”
“Your head.”
“Humph, well this is saying a lot.” The room was done in heavy browns and almost looked like some room in an abandoned building. “Funny, I always gave myself credit for being much more creative than this.”
“I’d say you were a genius, but maybe I should let you figure that out on your own.”
He walked over to her and took her hand.
“I want to come out alive on the other end, and the traps I can see are enough to scare me. I can’t imagine the traps I can’t see.”
“What?”
“How many people have attacked your mind?”
“People don’t attack minds.”
“If you say so, but your mind is so well fortified if they attacked you they would come out on the other end brain dead. From what I can see you don’t play.”
Bits and pieces of her life flashed before her. Those were the memories she didn’t acknowledge the ones she pretended were nothing but horrible nightmares.
Together they walked to the edge of the room. She’d seen enough television to understand urban combat when it was laid out before her. Street warfare is what some of the people she knew growing up would have called it. Seems she excelled at it mentally.
“What door?” His voice jerked her out of her thoughts. She was looking at a bottle that was on the ground. It lay there like it was thrown away after someone had a nice long drink. As if they were too lazy to pick it up and throw it in the receptacle not two feet away. Maybe they tried to dunk it and missed.
The more she stared at it, the clearer the picture became. It was a trap the casual kind. How many times had she seen grown men and women kick something out their way as they walked down the street? This was that something. It wouldn’t blow you up, no the bug placed inside of it would infiltrate your mind and begin to whisper that you no longer had the will to live.
She shivered that she could be that evil.
“Willow.” His arms went around her, but it didn’t stop the shivering. How could she live with herself knowing that she may have caused others to kill themselves?
“My Brave Willow.” There was a laugh in his voice, but it was stark devoid of warmth, and she needed the warmth right now.
“How many people have the right to be in your mind?”
“Me,” her voice was as stark as his. There was nothing covering up her words not real or imagined. “You.”
“If others come to your mind. Why are they here?”
“To hurt me.”
“And they don’t care how young or old you are.”
She nodded. He was correct, and she knew it. This was war, had always been war because she was different. This war was carried out every day in the corporate world she used to live in. Lips painted every color under the rainbow would whisper words of hatred to each other in a bid to get into their opponent’s mind. Once in they would start to systematically destroy their foe by undermining their confidence. She had seen it more than once.
But she never knew it could be done like this. No, she knew, but she tried to believe that she was wrong. Instead of fighting she ran away. She wasn’t going to give herself the hero’s reward and wondered what Javon would say when he discovered she wasn’t his ‘Brave Willow.’
“The door on the left.” He moved them in that direction as she wished she could get a do-over on life.
Chapter Thirteen
Holy Hell. There was a city laid in front of her that had her gasping not only at the beauty of it but at the size of her ego. This was her city, and every nut and bolt had been put in place by her hard work. There was even a portrait of her larger than life. Was she conceited? No, this was her private city, her sanctuary where the cares of the world didn’t bother her. She came here to be alone and somehow reassure herself that she could go on. In her opinion, everyone needed their own mini-kingdom.
She swallowed hard as she wondered what Javon would think.
“Umm…”
“Right there.”
“Right, where?” Had he suffered when they went through the edges of her brain? Maybe he sprung a trap that she didn’t notice now his brain was dying. Had she hurt her potential mate?
“That’s where I want my picture as your king to go.”
Her eyes swiftly raised to his, but he was serious. She looked where he was pointing it was a good place for a likeness of him. Her lips twitched she tried to control them, then a laugh that started in the pit of her belly and worked its way up came out. Next thing she was wiping her eyes from tears that were falling, she was happy.
Happy. She didn’t always understand it and wasn’t sure if she could even put her finger on it, but she still knew. It’s what happened when you met the man you thought might have hung the sun and the moon, and you were determined to keep your craziness to yourself so you wouldn’t scare him away. Then out of the blue not only does he embrace your weirdness but he becomes the perfect partner in it. That was who Javon was to her, and she swore although she knew better than to swear that she wasn’t giving him up.
“I agree, it’s the perfect spot.”
They were standing on a balcony with the city laid out below them. She’d obviously constructed this city somewhere between Blade Runner and the Fifth Element. It was big and bright with hovercars and any futuristic object she could come up, but more than that it was friendly. She felt safe here, it was a place her imagination could run free instead of being smacked down by the people who meant well but could never see the world through her eyes.
“I never realized such beauty was inside of me.”
“You see the beauty, and it is beautiful, but I see power.”
He took her hand and led her off the balcony. She didn’t argue with him because she wanted to keep her weakness from him as long as possible. She should tell him, confess that she wasn’t what he thought she was, but she just wanted another five or ten minutes of him looking at her like she was special.
They examined the inner room, but there was no way out. She grinned at him and walked back to the balcony.
“The only way out is down.” She climbed the railing and stepped off.
His scream of no followed her over and then he threw
himself over only to find her doing lazy circles in the air below him.
“Willow.” His voice was thick like he couldn’t say more than her name while he tried to catch his breath.
“Can you believe this. We can fly when we’re here. You can always fly but not me, but here the law of physics works in my favor not against it. I can be anything I want to be here.”
Her face changed, and her body changed. “I can be tall, or thin, or short, and cute. I can have any color hair, even freckles. What do you want me to be?”
“I want you to be you. The beautiful amazing female that I am coming to know better every day.”
“But I could be exotic.”
“You already are.”
But, but, but…She closed her mouth because he wasn’t lying. He wasn’t looking at her and wishing she was someone else. He liked what he saw, and that little bit of knowledge did something to her.
“What do we have to do?”
“We have to find your center.”
Her cheeks heated, and she hoped like hell her skin was doing its job and hiding her blush.
“Not that center although I need to find it soon. Touch it, taste it. Bury myself inside of it.”
Well so much for her wish nothing was going to hide her hot cheeks now.
“Do we fly or walk.” The longing in her voice was in her words it would take someone more gifted than her to hide how he was making her feel.
“Fly.” His body came closer, and they synched up like it was natural. He took the lead just a mere inch in front of her. She knew what he was doing, protecting her. She could see it in the lines of his body. He wasn’t a dragon, but his eyes were the eyes of the dragon when he looked at her. Their first priority was her wellbeing. She let him take the lead and decided to rejoice that he cared enough to protect her.
“Your city is color coded.”
“It makes it easier to know where I am. Think about it if all hospitals were red. You wouldn’t have to wonder if you were going to the right place the color of the building would tell you all you needed to know.”
He gave her a dragon sound but didn’t say anything about her system of identification.
“What’s that?” Off in the distance, she could hear the rumble of thunder, and see the occasional puff of gray smoke rising.
“That’s your power losing its mind. After a period of time power starts to go berserk. When it feels like it has waited long enough and has not been claimed, it begins to create havoc.”
“Please, tell me why an instruction guide was not included with my placenta?”
“Oh, it was there, but most doctors get freaked out by it and throw it away.”
She laughed turning over in one glorious circle. She had the picture of a doctor finding a book inside her mom. The doctor and nurses each refused to touch it or take responsibility for it. Yeah, she could see it, and she laughed harder as she increased her speed to keep up with him. They were heading to her center where it seemed all was not well in the world she created.
Her breaths came out in little pants, but she kept it to herself. She didn’t want Javon to pick up on the fact that she was concerned.
They descended effortlessly to the ground when they reached the confusion. Most of her world consisted of outside spaces so to be standing in front of a building with a door threw her for a minute. Finally, she moved to reach for the handle.
“I’ll go in first.”
“No.” Her head was shaking for extra emphasis. “This is my mess, and I need to go in first.”
He stared at her before he finally gave his okay by stepping back and letting her take the lead. The knob was cool in her hand as if all hell wasn’t breaking loose inside. They walked into a giant living room. The kind she might be able to afford if she was rich, old rich not new rich.
The inside was beautiful, but it was cold. When she walked into the room, she expected to be greeted by a butler who would tell her she wasn’t dressed appropriately. Instead, every noise stopped even as the final puff of smoke went up into the air.
“This feels wrong.” She was whispering which made no sense her power or gift knew she was here there was no hiding from that.
She glanced at Javon, but he motioned for her to lead and he would follow.
War is coming.
She followed the voice moving from room to room searching for her. Now she understood, the voice had been warning her most of her life that war was coming. It wasn’t a dream, and she wasn’t crazy. This war was with Mutufa, and the stakes weren’t high, just the world.
All the air in her lungs deserted her when she opened the door to the bedroom before her. The room had been torn up and on the inside were dozens of lightning bolts zipping from wall to wall.
“What is this?” She asked Javon over her shoulder.
“This is your power.”
“All of it?”
“Each female that I’ve ever heard about has one, but the white haired female has power that is off the charts.”
“I always wished I was born with purple hair or pink. I figured if I had to be different from everyone I should have at least been asked my preference. What do we do now?”
Every bolt of energy had stopped moving, and they were all aimed at her.
“Run.” He grabbed her hand and started pulling her towards the door as they chased her.
Five were closing in on her. She counted three that hit her in the back before he was able to get her out the room and close the door.
“I want to wake up now.”
“Open your eyes, Willow.”
She was still on his lap, but she could feel the burn marks in her back. Standing up she pulled the gown she still had on off.
“Am I going to die?”
She felt his fingers gently touching the places on her back that felt like fire. His finger soothed the ache, but she was still powerfully aware of the fact that her body felt like it had been violated.
“An orange, red, and green, those are the colors that sank deep into you.”
“I don’t understand, but right now all I need to know is will I survive.”
“You’ll survive, and you’re stronger, we’re stronger.”
“We are?”
“Yes.” He picked her up and carried her to the bed. “You have no idea what seeing you in nothing but a bra and panties is doing to me.”
“Tell me.” She arched up as his hand traced the side of her breast.
“You make me shake before I froze no one had ever accomplished that feat.”
His hand went back up to trace her neck, his fingers felt like flames as they moved across her leaving a fire that she couldn’t put out in their wake.
“You’ve been frozen a long time with no hope of relief, and now I’m here. Of course, you would want me.”
“Of course.” His mouth was next to her ear, and she could feel the warm air of his breath tickling her. “It wasn’t like I encountered other beautiful women every day before I encountered you.”
“The possibility of my following them or stalking them is non-existent. I had to wait for you. Is that what you think that you're replaceable or interchangeable?”
Her head gave a swift denial. She didn’t think that at all. In fact most days she didn’t understand why she hadn’t met the one yet. It was becoming clearer to her.
Her back arched as he blew his breath down the center of her breast. He was playing with her when she wanted so much more.
“Javon, I want to touch you.” Oh, she wanted so much more, but she didn’t want to ask for it or beg for it. She wanted him to simply do it.
“You’re going to get much more than a touch or a caress, but not here. Our time is over, and we need to leave.”
“You’re too sick to leave.”
He gave a sad laugh. “You know I’m better, when you were charged with power, you shared it with me. Now we have to leave.”
“Will we ever come back here?”
“Yes, this is pa
rt of my home. My new private retreat, if all goes well, we will spend many days here.”
If things go well. Right now she wished she had just walked into the room and could do it all over again so she could spend one more day with him.
She took the hand he was holding out. They would come here again if all went well.
Chapter Fourteen
“How are we going to get out of here?” The mountain was sealed up tight, and she was anticipating a war. A mini war but still.
“We go through the bathroom.”
“Umm, what?”
They walked into the bathroom, and she wished she had taken another bath in the hot springs. She would if all went well. She needed to forget that statement. Unfortunately, it was stuck in her head, and she didn’t think anything was going to dislodge it.
He led her around the hot springs, and now they were standing facing the back wall. There was a tapestry hanging there that he moved.
An elevator? She looked from the door to him and back again.
“What?”
She raised confused eyes that were set in a tense face.
He pushed the button and waited. They entered the elevator in silence.
“I couldn’t use it as long as I was weak. When you shared your increased power with me, it woke up my natural abilities as well as gave me the strength to use them.”
He turned those navy blues eyes on her skimming her body. The body that was dressed in nothing but lingerie. The thought of his brother picking out what she was wearing made her squirm. Her mind went swiftly to his mate maybe she picked out what she was wearing that made her feel a little better but how did she know her size?
A picture of Serenity smiling at her and whispering she hoped she liked her surprise just as she blinked out of sight came back to her. The tightness in her chest disappeared. There was no real reason she was okay with her and not the others, she just was.
Javon reached his hand out and caressed her side sliding his fingers over her abdomen making her smile. The elevator door opened stopping him. She stepped out into another bedroom.
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