The Silent Princess

by T. A. Grey

  “You can have whatever you want.” His voice low from lust.

  Her eyes lit up. “Anything? But whatever has changed your mind, dear Alex?”

  He slowed his gait, nearly upon her sleeping bag now, and then he’d be upon her.

  “You’re so god-damned beautiful Hanna. It isn’t even fair.”

  She sucked in a breath. He’d surprised her. “Oh, Alex.”

  And then she reached for him and he reached for her. Her hand slid along his cheek and into his hair and then his mouth smothered hers.

  “Mmmphff,” she moaned.

  Heated warmth, soft lips like satin and he ate them up and tasted her. It was the most delicious thing he’d ever savored...right next to her core.

  She pulled him on top of her sweet naked body, while his tongue was entrapped with hers, and he knew he could no longer deny her. Could no longer deny himself.

  “Hanna,” he pulled back to say. “I...”

  She gazed up at him softly, doe-eyed, so beautiful it hurt. Then she smiled gently and nodded. “Me too, Alex. Me too.”

  Nothing more needed to be said.

  She pulled his head down and kissed him. Biting his lips, tugging, sucking in his tongue and driving him wild.

  When she reached for his shirt, he didn’t hesitate to pull it up and over his head, tossing it aside. Her hands ran across his muscles, over his chest and around his shoulders and arms. Christ it felt good. Too good.

  He needed to slow things down, his cock already throbbing.

  But she seemed to view things differenly and wanted to hurry it up.

  Se suckled his neck as he cupped her breasts, playing with her nipples until he heard her breathing change. Yes, he thought wickedly, he liked that. Her hips rolled under him, rubbing him through his pants and making him groan.

  Then it was her hands, her whispers seducing him, taking over.

  She lowered his zipper. “Oh, Alex, baby...” More encouraging whispers in his ear.

  A palm caressing his cock with such gentle confidence, he shuddered. She used her legs to push his pants down. She did it quickly. Eagerly. Undulating beneath him, giving him all the go signs he needed, and for the first time ever in his life he was letting a woman touch him, the part of him he’d always been ashamed of.

  And the crazy part was he wasn’t even scared.

  Hell. He enjoyed it. Hilarious, to think he’d even question Hanna’s touch not being pleasurable, but that had been a real fear. To see how almost easy this was brought a smile to his face. He felt happy.

  “Please,” she begged him, pulling him up between the cleft of her moist sex.

  He placed kisses across her neck while his hands glided over her curves. It became a challenge to keep his breaths even, to keep from sounding like a damn animal.

  Then, unbelievably, she stroked his cock from root to tip discovering every nub and ridge he had, but instead of feeling shame or guilt or pain he felt only pleasure.

  “Princess,” he groaned against her breast, licking at the nipple. He felt like a goddamn animal. He wanted to drag his hands along every inch of her body, to lick the sweat from her warm skin, and take her in every position he could think of.

  She sprawled out beneath him, completely open, totally submissive, hand stroking him. Pumping and caressing the heavy sac beneath him. His eyes rolled back in his head.

  “Come into me.” She bit her lip, a blush turning her cheeks pink. So pretty.

  He nearly threw back his head and laughed at the absurdity of her request. “As if you have to ask.”

  She chuckled softly. And then he was laughing too, only it didn’t last long, because he sidled up close to her wet heat.

  His cock dipped against her moist sheathe. He pushed, oh so gently, and rubbed his shaft along her wetness, dragging against her sensitive bud. He loved watching the way she gasped in pleasure and held on tighter to his arms. He wanted to make her come apart just like this, but she’d have none of it.

  She kissed him, lingering. “Inside,” she whispered.

  Reaching between them, she grasped his stiff cock and poised him at her entrance. Their eyes locked. Wide-eyed with fear and excitement.

  “Don’t worry. I’m no longer cycling.”

  “What are you saying?”

  Was he smiling?

  Yes. Like a damn fool.

  She returned his smile, making the moment perfect. “I’m saying, Mr. Thompson, get inside my body and don’t worry about a thing once you’re there.”

  As if he needed any more permission than that.

  Chapter THIRTY-FOUR

  There was nothing quite as enjoyable as the after-glow of making love. When heated bodies began to cool, sweat drying crisply, and meanwhile two new lovers embraced.

  Hanna was in trouble. Big, deep trouble.

  Because her heart hadn’t stopped pounding. Minutes after her last orgasm—two in total--which her sex still throbbed from. Her mind went to work in overtime, worry and other negative thoughts drifting over her, bringing her mood down.

  A bad man, Alex had once said he was. No good, he’d claimed while calling her a princess. As if.

  Well, she had news for him, news he wouldn’t like to hear. She’d bet money on it. But it’d happened and it was true. It just did.

  She was seriously and incredibly in love with Alex Thompson.

  Her heart fluttered, panged like a gong being struck, physically forcing her to feel all of it.

  First, she tried simply thinking the words in a coherent sentence--words that explained how she felt. A rather difficult task she found. Not simply at all, for she was hesitant to dare think how she was feeling, fearing the repercussions. But, she’d spent too much time with him; they’d been through too much together.

  How could she ignore her feelings? She felt how she felt. Even to her own detriment, for he’d already explained to her, that he was not a man who’d ever mate, who’d ever settle down. He was a renegade.

  Is that what she wanted? she asked herself. To be mated again?

  With clarity, she realized that, yes, indeed. At some point in the future, mind you. She wasn’t prepared for that leap quite yet. In the back of her mind, she could see herself being with another man, of living with him and taking care of him while he loved and cherished her in return. That was something she’d never quite received in her first mating. Maybe with another man that dream would be possible. She didn’t think she was asking for too much.

  The sex had been better than imaginable, so goddamn good that she could not have planned it better. Being in his arms made her feel incredible.

  Truth be told, it felt terrifyingly perfect. As if they fit. A shudder at the thought. She knew it was different, this thing, she felt towards him because Tom had held her on many nights--though, admittedly, briefly--and she’d never felt this incredible sensation. This amazing sensation like she was drawn to him, heart to heart. Only Alex.

  I’ve fallen in love with him.

  No bomb exploded in the night.

  No chorus of angelic singers chimed a tune from the heavens at her extraordinary revelation. Alex didn’t even stir from rubbing gentle patterns on her naked back.

  She was in serious, deep, hardcore, holy-shit-what-do-I-do-now kind of love.

  Her breath stuttered, sending hairs along Alex’s chest waving from where her cheek lay pressed against him. Listening to his heart beat and beat, steady as an ox, strong as a bear. Her own heart constricted painfully, making her wince. And she was totally she was one of those women who finally made love to a man which cemented her feelings for him.

  Great. Just great.

  This sucked. Hard.

  Fuck. She was so screwed.

  Alex was not gonna like this. Not at all.

  And she’d have to tell him. Obviously.

  Come on, she was not the kind of woman to keep shit like this to herself. She’d been cheated on, deceived and lied to horribly by the one person she’d cared most about; and so she coul
dn’t omit anything to Alex. He deserved better than that, he deserved to know, even if it meant...she may lose him forever.

  Maybe the old Hanna would keep her head low and not say anything, but not the new one. Alex deserved so much more than she could ever give. He was a truly honorable man who’d been dealt a rough life, something she could never understand coming from a loving family. But she knew admitting “the love thing,” such an evocative topic, would scare him away.

  Briefly, she held on tight to him, cherishing this moment.

  Be strong and admit it, she told herself.

  Surprisingly, after all that worry, she found it rather easy. Frighteningly so, the urge to want to tell him came violently to the forefront of her mouth. She staunched it just in time. Holding onto the quiet blissful moment for a little while longer.

  Hanna buried her head in his chest and inhaled his scent. She needed to save the scent in her mind so she could recall it later, after he was gone.

  A deep gasp brought a smile to her face. Lovely, masculine, enticing and warm, he smelled incredible like no other. So wonderful. And she would know, she had another man’s scent to compare him to and Tom simply didn’t hold up. Alex tugged on a lock of her hair, stroking it idly.

  His voice rumbled against her ear, vibrating from within his chest. She smiled at the sound of it.

  “What’d you do to me?”

  Arm thrown around his thick hips, she squeezed him and pressed a delighted kiss to his chest. “I believe what you’re feeling is the after-effects of post-orgasmic bliss. In other words, I gave you a good ride.”

  His laughter made her heart soar. “I’d say so. I don’t think I can move even if I wanted to.” His thumb stroked her arm tenderly making her stomach flip-flop.

  Hanna stared off into the waning firelight, time slowly ticking by, bringing with it the challenges to come. New logs would need to be added soon.

  He stirred beneath her, stretching. She eyed his body lovingly, longingly, watching the muscles in his torso and legs flex with sinew. His scarred shaft didn’t bother her, not in the least. She reached between their bodies clasped his length.

  His breath stuttered. “Babe?” He pulsed in her hand, coming to life readily.

  She didn’t stroke him but kept her caresses tender and light. Fingertips grazing along his distorted skin.

  She whispered, “I like it. Don’t mind at all. It felt...really amazing actually. Better than normal. I know you probably won’t believe me, but I want you to know that, Alex. I mean it.” She needed to say these things, for she might never get another chance.

  She released his shaft, then, unable to stop herself, ducked down his body and pressed a kiss to the mottled skin of his shaft. Then she gave him a flat-tongued lick that went from base to crown. His throat gave a hard swallow.

  “Hanna?” His gravelly voice tantalized her. So she darted her tongue to lick more, beginning to have fun.

  His shaft began to distend. To thicken and rise as her kisses continued. Unable to help herself, she rubbed her lips up and down his shaft, tasting herself om him, licking over the scars of pain, pressing butterfly-kisses to him.

  “I want to show you.”

  “Show me what?” She heard the heavy arousal in his voice. And a touch of apprehension, tension in his body at the unfamiliar touch of mouth to cock.

  Palm squeezing him she pumped upward, feeling all the grooves and ridges and lines not normal to a lykaen male, or to any male for that matter. Yet she did not feel disgust, did not feel troubled. She felt only...pleasure. And he deserved to know.

  “I want to show you how much I like your...cock.”

  A deep rumble of laughter. “Oh yeah? Well, it likes you just fine.”

  “Oh, does it?” she replied in a sweet voice, while her tongue lapped and circled the crown of him. She let him know how much she enjoyed this, moaning freely.

  His strong hands ran through her hair, touched her shoulders and cupped her jaw. His hips surged against her mouth and for a moment, she swallowed him deeply, engulfing him in her suctioning warmth.

  “Mmmf.” He tasted wickedly delicious and so she stroked him with her tongue and quickened pace with her fist.

  “Do you know what I would like?” she pulled back to say.

  She knew what she wanted to give him--his first blowjob.

  To hell with it, she thought. She’d already realized she loved him, might as well dish a few bites other thoughts she had about him. She might never get another chance after she dropped the L-bomb.

  “For me to eat your pussy? Just say the word, any word, baby, and I’m on it like white on rice. I could spend hours down there, baby.” His hips thrust sexily.

  She bit her lip. “That’s lovely, yes. But that wasn’t what I was thinking. Actually what I was thinking was that I would like you to drive me far away from the pack someday, maybe to the ocean. Take a ride on your motorcycle. I’ve never ridden one before.”

  She’d surprised him.

  One corner of his mouth crooked upward. “Oh, yeah?”

  “Yeah.”

  Tongue swiped around his crown, creamy with his essence. Pump, pump, her hand worked him.

  “Babe, I’d like that. You, on the back of my bike, what could be better?”

  Her heart squeezed tight and reflexively her hand squeezed him harder, making his back arch off the floor. He made an incoherent sound.

  “That’s not all though,” she said. “Along the way I want to take a picnic of sorts. I want you to pull the bike over on the side of the road so I can unzip your jeans and do this very same thing to you that I’m doing right now. Right there, on the side of the road--let’s not even make it to the ocean, Alex. Just you and me, getting sucked clean on the side of the highway. How does that sound?”

  “Fuuck,” he groaned, hips arching, pumping his shaft past her lips so she swallowed him. Wetness coated him making him glide smoothly. “Baby, I didn’t know you were so...dangerous. Should have known,” he muttered under his breath.

  “You have no idea...”

  And then she showed him. A taste of what she really wanted to do to him. Of what he’d been missing out on this whole time.

  She worked his shaft, meanwhile her clit throbbed and her core grew wet. Shifting uncomfortably, until finally she decided to hell with it once more, and fondled herself between her legs while sucking on him.

  Alex noticed. “Christ...are you?” he choked on his own words, watching the sight vividly with a heated gaze.

  Hanna met his gaze. He made for quite a sensual visual. Lips wet and parted, breaths coming in heavy pants, eyes drooped at half-mast, his cock straining in her palm, nearly ready to spend with but a few more strokes. She gently tugged on the base of his shaft, eyes watchful, while her free hand naughtily worked her own needy center.

  “Yes I am.” Was all she had to say.

  He looked in pain. “You’re killing me, sweetheart.”

  “You don’t look like you’re dying, baby. Quite the opposite in fact.”

  “Hell,” he groaned. “Are you gonna make yourself come?”

  A lick up his shaft. “Do you want me to?”

  “God damn yes. Yes I fuckin’ do. Please.”

  “Ok then. Since you asked so nicely.”

  And she resumed sucking him, pumping him quicker and quicker, squeezing tighter. His hips jumped and arched for her, plummeting his shaft deeper in her mouth; while between her legs she worked chaotic magic, heat growing hotter and hotter. Tension coiling like a snake winding tight and tighter. A balloon about to burst. Pressure built up inside her and it had to go somewhere.

  And then she felt it. The spasm in his cock. About to blow.

  Oh yes, oh yes, she wanted it so badly!

  Hanna took him whole as far back as she could, meanwhile her orgasm shattered inside her. Muted cries carried out across the cabin. Alex’s body surged off the ground, trembling, and then he shouted his pleasure, erotic grunts that made her work him feverishly, n
eeding to please him. Hot seed pumped into her mouth in hot, thick jets and she lovingly swallowed it down, lick by lick, pump by pump. Her own core spasmed, gushing for him at her own peak.

  “Goddamn, Hanna.” He groaned like a dying man.

  Her own orgasmic waves subsided, cresting and falling, ebbing and flowing.

  “You’re wild and too hot for your own damn good.” Alex pulled her up, snuggling her, holding her and pulling her against his chest.

  She felt safe and warm and perfectly comfortable. He kissed her, then pulled back. Uh oh. She didn’t care for that look on his face. He looked serious, almost, unhappy.

  Her gut clenched, fearing he’d push her away somehow. Too bad she had to tell him something he didn’t want to hear.

  “Alex?”

  “Hmm?”

  “I,” she bit her lip. “I want to tell you something.”

  The stiff, hard way she said it made his eyes open, watchful.

  “Ok. What do you want to tell me, Hanna?” he replied, equally stiff.

  An unsteady breath, and then she opened her mouth. She tried to form the words. The words that would change everything forever. She might lose him, but he deserved to know. And Alex was worth more than her petty feelings.

  But then he looked away, thoughts drifting, and sniffed at the air. “Smell that? I smell fire.”

  “Well there is a fire. In fact it’ll need more wood soon,” she said, distracted.

  His interest vanishing, she grew cold as he stood, leaving her.

  “No, this smells burnt.”

  Suddenly the kitchen window exploded glass. Hanna screamed and Alex ducked over her trying to cover her from the flying debris. Her heart galloped like a stampede, the scent of her fear clouding that of their lovemaking.

  “What’s going on? What the hell is going on?”

  “Get dressed. Get dressed now!” Alex ordered.

  No time to ask questions, she got dressed, grabbing as many supplied as she could. Then, that’s when they spotted it. Black smoke rising from the kitchen. The cabin was on fire. Set from the outside. And someone had just thrown a Moltov cocktail through the damn window.

  “Xavier?” Hanna whispered. Eyes wide with fear.