Warrior Unraveled

by Tina Folsom

  “I like the way you touch me,” she replied and placed her hands onto his. “But you’re not quite done.” Slowly she pushed his hands down to slide off her breasts, over her torso and her stomach.

  “You’re right, I’ve got a job to finish, haven’t I?”

  He let one hand glide over her triangle of curls, then delve between her legs. He rubbed his soap-covered fingers over her sex, gently and slowly, washing her there too.

  She gripped his biceps then, holding on to him, a moan tumbling from her lips. “Oh.”

  “Yes, let’s get the soap off you, and then I’ll take care of you.” Because he’d used up all his patience. What he needed now was to get inside of Virginia.

  Reluctantly, he took his hand from her, then used both hands to scoop clean water over her to rinse her breasts and sex.

  He turned off the showerhead, then pivoted to reach for the towel that hung just outside the shower. He wasn’t fast enough. Virginia pressed him against the tile wall and dropped down to her knees. Her outline was barely visible now that she was free of soap, and most of the water had pearled off her. Still he couldn’t take his eyes off the little he could see.

  One hand she braced on his thigh, with the other she reached for his cock. He felt her soft fingers wrap around his root, and he sucked in a trembling breath. Every thought in his brain vanished, except for one: Virginia was about to blow him.

  13

  Virginia had only wanted to tease Wesley for a little bit when she’d joined him, invisible, in the shower. But when she’d realized that it apparently turned him on, she’d decided to remain invisible.

  And she wasn’t teasing anymore. No, she was seducing now.

  Wesley was a formidable specimen of manhood. She’d noticed it already in the Underworld, when he’d taken off his shirt. He was tan and sculpted. And that was just his chest. His thighs were muscular and toned, but what lay between his legs was what really drew her interest.

  Surrounded by dark hair, his cock stood there like a flagpole—firm, long, and rigid.

  She could feel just how firm, how hard he was. Her fingers barely reached around his root. His long shaft seemed to pulse in her hand, and she hadn’t done anything yet. And there was so much she wanted to do. And in her invisible form, she felt powerful.

  Today she’d seen how powerful this witch was. How skilled. But now she had to prove to herself that she could still bring him to his knees, despite the powerful witchcraft he possessed.

  Because she had power, too. The power a woman wielded over a man. The power for which women had been vilified for centuries. For millennia. The power of sex.

  This was a battle she was determined to win. Just so Wesley would know his place. So that he would never underestimate her. And so that he would regret it if he played her.

  “Are you just gonna stare at my cock, or are you actually gonna take what you want?”

  His voice pulled her out of her reveries. “Impatient much?”

  He chuckled softly, a sound that sent a shiver down her back. “It’s just, if you’re not gonna suck me, then I suggest we move this show to the bedroom so you can spread your legs for me and let me suck you.”

  His offer made vivid pictures explode in her mind. God help her if he went down on her. She’d lose all control. And she couldn’t let that happen. She had to remain in control. Always. So she wouldn’t make the wrong decision. So history didn’t repeat itself.

  “Thanks, but I’d rather suck you,” she said and licked her tongue over the swollen head of his cock.

  A sharply exhaled breath came from Wesley and she felt his cock press against her mouth. Obliging him, she wrapped her lips around him and slid down on him, taking him inside her mouth as far as she could.

  “Fuck!”

  His enthusiastic yelp made her smile and she pulled her head back, letting his hard-on slip from her mouth. She blew a cool breath against his skin, before capturing him again and sucking gently.

  His hips began to move and she steadied him, pressing him back against the wall of the shower. She was in control now. And she loved being in control. Particularly when the man in question tasted so good. She loved feeling his erection in her mouth, loved his hands on the back of her head, cradling her, loved the way he fought against her hands pinning him against the wall.

  “Babe, that’s good. So good.”

  His words trickled over her body like hot drops of water, scorching her skin. But she kept going, kept sucking his beautiful cock, licking her tongue along its underside, squeezing him at the root, withdrawing and descending in ever increasing tempo.

  She could feel how close he was. And she knew how to send him over the edge. Releasing his thigh, she brought her hand to his balls, cradling them. The sac containing the precious stones tightened under her touch, and she couldn’t resist gently sliding her fingernails over it.

  “Fuck!”

  Wesley suddenly pushed her back and freed himself from her mouth. In the next instant, he pulled her up and gripped her wrists, immobilizing her. “Not so fast!”

  His eyes were dark and shimmered with unbridled lust. His chest heaved as if he’d run a marathon. “I’m gonna come when I’m inside your pussy. And not any earlier.”

  Before she could protest, he found her lips and captured her mouth. Then she felt herself lifted up and carried out of the shower. She barely felt the towel he used to haphazardly dry her off, his passionate kiss distracting her and making everything else melt into the background.

  Maybe this witch was more powerful than he let on. Maybe he was, right at this moment, bewitching her. And she had no defenses against it. And what was worse: she didn’t want to fight it any longer.

  She wanted to surrender. To give into what her body craved. To be taken by a man stronger than her, more powerful, more dominant. Maybe that’s what she needed. Just this once.

  All of a sudden, she felt a mattress beneath her back, and Wesley pressing her into it.

  She sucked in a breath of air and realized that he’d released her lips.

  “Now it’s my turn,” he murmured, kissing his way down her neck.

  He lapped at her nipple a moment later, drawing the hard bud into his mouth. She shivered at the sensual onslaught and arched her back. But Wesley didn’t stay there for long. Already, he was moving farther south.

  Strong hands pushed her thighs apart, and she watched him dip his head in the space he’d made.

  “Oh God,” she whispered to herself.

  He briefly lifted his head and smirked. “Name’s Wesley. Feel free to scream it.”

  Before she could slap him, he dropped his face to her sex and licked his hot tongue over her slit, making her all too aware how wet she’d become. And with every lap of his tongue, every touch of his lips to her aroused flesh, she felt more wetness pool at her center.

  Wesley pressed her thighs apart farther, and she allowed it, opening up for him in a way she’d never done for any other man. Allowed him to explore her, to caress her with his fingers and his tongue. Allowed him to tease more and more moans from her chest, more and more sighs from her lips, and more and more tension to release from her tightly-wound body.

  She let go of it all, of the need to control, the need to lead, the need to be in charge.

  “That’s it, babe.” His murmur sent ripples through her body.

  Her clit tingled, and Wesley seemed to know exactly what she needed. He pressed his tongue onto her center of pleasure and rubbed it up and down, left to right. With each swipe he added more pressure and increased his tempo.

  Her breath hitched. “Wesley! Yes!”

  A deep grunt accompanied his next movement: he slid one long finger into her channel, while continuing to lick her clit. It was too much. Like a vat of gunpowder, she exploded, and the smoldering ripples traveled through her body, burning down the wall she’d built to protect herself.

  “Wes!”

  ~ ~ ~

  In the middle of her orgasm, an orgas
m that made her muscles squeeze his finger as if in a vise, Virginia turned visible in front of Wesley’s eyes.

  He lifted his head from her sex, drinking in the sight. She was even more beautiful than he’d glimpsed in the shower. Her skin was rosy and flawless, her pussy guarded by curly red hair that glowed like fire, her soft petals pink, swollen, and wet—and ready for his cock.

  When he lifted his eyes to take in the rest of her, he met her gaze. Her green irises seemed to glow, not like a demon’s eyes, no, but like a deep pool of water he wanted to drown in. Her red hair was curling from the moisture.

  “You can see me,” she murmured.

  “Guess you lost your concentration.” He chuckled and rolled over her. “Now you’re finally ready for me.”

  For a moment she seemed to want to protest, but then he nudged his cock at her warm and wet pussy, and her eyelids fluttered.

  “Now that you’re all relaxed, we’ll take our time.” Because that’s how he liked his loving: slow and deep and drawn-out. Like a lazy Sunday afternoon. Not like a race to the finish.

  Virginia put her hand on his nape and pulled him to her. “You’re a strange witch, Wesley.”

  He smiled. “Yes, but strange good.” To underscore his statement, he drove his cock into her, slowly and steadily, until he could go no farther.

  Virginia’s lips parted on a sigh, but her eyes remained locked with his. He brushed her hair back from her face and brought his lips to hers. Then he began to move. Slowly he eased from her welcoming sheath, then just as slowly, he inched back inside, relishing in the feeling of her muscles imprisoning him on his descent.

  Virginia’s breath ghosted over his face and her hips tilted upward, pressing against him.

  “I’m not gonna rush this, babe. I’ve waited too long for it.”

  “You only met me last night,” she protested.

  “As I said, it was a long wait.”

  A soft laugh rolled over her lips. “I should have made you wait longer.”

  He drew his hips back and thrust harder on his next descent into Virginia’s heavenly cave. “Maybe I should have made you wait longer.”

  Though he was only teasing her. No way could he have waited another minute to have her, to be inside her. He knew he was already losing the battle with himself. It wouldn’t take much and he’d lose control just like she had earlier when he’d had his mouth on her—something he promised himself he’d do again soon. It seemed to be a surefire way of making her surrender. And nothing felt better than having this headstrong warrior surrender to him. Even if he had to surrender to her at the same time.

  Knowing he couldn’t hold back much longer, Wes increased his tempo and drove in and out of her with more force. He wanted to make sure she got what she needed. For all he knew her previous lovers had all been strong preternaturals, warriors that gave her a frantic fucking. And under no circumstances did he want to fall short of her expectations.

  He looked at her eyes, watched how her breathing changed, how her hips moved. He read her signs, the accelerated heartbeat, the rapidly pulsing vein at her neck, the parted lips.

  “Yeah, you like it a little harder, huh? Tell me,” he encouraged her.

  A breathless moan tumbled over her lips, while she tightened her legs behind his butt, urging him deeper. He got the hint and plunged harder into her. When her eyes rolled back and she pressed her head harder in the mattress, arching her back, he felt his hips working harder and faster.

  “I’ll fuck you any which way you want. You just tell me.”

  Her gaze flew to him, pinning him. She seemed to hesitate. Then she opened her mouth to speak. “Take me hard. Take me like you mean it.”

  Nothing easier than that. Unleashing that part of him that was all man, all alpha, he wrapped his hands around Virginia’s wrists and pinned her arms to either side of her head. With her red hair like a halo around her head, her eyes wide now, her mouth open, she looked like a captive. For a second he stared at her and saw the excitement that had taken hold of her written all over her face. He understood then. She needed him to take her hard so she could let go.

  He pulled out of her. Disappointment spread over her features. But he flipped her onto her stomach and gripped her hips, pulling her ass to the edge of the bed. Her face landed in the mattress, her gasp muffled by it. He stood behind her and plowed into her, seating himself to the hilt.

  He felt her entire body tremble, but knew it wasn’t out of fear. Thrust for thrust he delivered, plunging deep and hard into her drenched pussy, not giving her a chance to even pull herself up and brace herself on her elbows. No, he was fucking her as if he didn’t care about her pleasure, when in truth, it was all he cared about: to give this woman what she needed. So she would grant him what he needed: her surrender.

  Every time he plunged deep, his balls slapped against her flesh, making them burn as if they’d landed in hellfire. But for Virginia’s sake, and for his own, he held onto his control with an iron fist.

  From his standing position, he was able to deliver each thrust with more force. And he was able to watch his cock enter her and see her vulnerable flesh quiver with each movement.

  “Your pussy is gorgeous. So fucking gorgeous.”

  He let go of one hip, but continued to thrust. His hand free, he reached around her and brought it to her front. A moment later he found her clit, the little organ swollen and throbbing.

  “Now come for your lover,” he demanded and pinched her clit, while he thrust hard from behind.

  Virginia screamed into the mattress, and her interior muscles spasmed around his cock. Relieved, he let himself go and shot his seed deep into her. He continued to thrust, unable to stop, the added lubrication making every descent even more irresistible. It took a long while until he slowed and eased out of her. But he didn’t want to lose the connection to her and dropped back onto the bed, pulled her to his chest, her sweet ass lining up with his groin, and drove back into her, still hard, still wanting.

  Sighing, he pressed a kiss to her neck and wrapped his arm around her.

  He could get used to this. To her in his bed. To her.

  14

  They’d eaten the food Virginia had appropriated from the store across the road and then gone to sleep. Wesley had tucked her against his big body, wrapped his arm around her, and held her like that all night. She hadn’t protested, though she knew what she was doing was wrong. Technically Wesley was still her prisoner, and the council hadn’t made a determination yet on what to do with him. But right now, even she had to admit that in order for them to survive she had to bend the rules and trust the witch. He’d saved her life more than once. For that she owed him.

  The next morning, after taking a shower and eating breakfast—coffee she’d heated in the microwave and donuts from the supermarket—she sat down at the small table in the motel room and emptied a second bag. She was wearing the clothes she’d stolen last night: black jeans and a black knit sweater over a matching bra and panties set, with black boots that laced up her calves.

  Wesley, freshly showered and dressed in the black cargo pants and gray long-sleeved T-shirt she’d gotten for him, joined her at the table. He reached for a donut and bit into it, then pointed to the items she’d spread out on the table: a local map, a calculator, a notepad and pen, and a brand-new pre-paid cell phone and sim card.

  “What’s all that for?”

  “We need to figure out where the closest portal is so we can get back,” she explained without looking up. She was already sliding the sim card into the phone and powering it up.

  “Good idea. Let’s go back to the compound in Baltimore.”

  She raised her head and looked at him. “I have to make contact with the council.”

  “But that place blew up.”

  “There’s an emergency safe house for situations like this.”

  Wesley grimaced, clearly not happy about going back to the council. “Does that mean you’re planning to have me locked up again?”r />
  She hesitated. If she brought Wesley back to the council, they would want to take every precaution against a second attack. Not even her testimony of how he’d helped her escape the demons’ Underworld would sway her fellow council members, particularly since it wasn’t clear why they’d landed in the Underworld in the first place. They would insist on Wesley being locked up until they could determine whether he was a risk or not.

  “Don’t bother answering,” Wesley said.

  “Wes, I’m s—”

  “Don’t say you’re sorry when you’re not.”

  She sought his eyes, but he looked away. “I have to follow the rules. If I don’t I’m putting my people at risk. I can’t—”

  “Were you following the rules last night? Or is sleeping with a prisoner not against the rules?”

  “That’s not fair.”

  “Isn’t it?”

  She tore her gaze from him and busied herself with the phone so he wouldn’t notice that his words had hurt her, when they shouldn’t have even dented her armor.

  Wes rose and walked to the microwave, opened it, and popped another mug of instant coffee into it.

  Blocking out Wesley’s presence, Virginia connected to the motel’s Wi-Fi network, then opened the phone’s browser. She couldn’t risk making a phone call to central command to get information on the closest portal, but there was another, safer way to get the same information.

  She navigated to a site and typed in her access code, a string of sixteen random letters, numbers, and symbols. A window popped up, asking whether the site was allowed to access her phone’s GPS system. She tapped allow and waited. Within a few seconds, several strings of numbers appeared. She noted them down on her pad, then disconnected from the website, shut down the Wi-Fi access, and shut off the phone. The entire process had taken less than twenty seconds. Not enough time for anybody to trace her movements, even if anybody had been monitoring the motel’s Wi-Fi system. Which was unlikely in itself.