Zylott Wars 3: Rescue

by Aubrey Ross

  “You rescued me from a palace.” Her fingers combed through his hair making Jarek want to purr. “This cottage is charming and secluded. I need nothing more.”

  She had no idea what she “needed,” but he intended to find out. He would explore every inch of her body, find all her pleasure triggers, then fill her over and over until they were both too exhausted to move.

  The master suite wasn’t large, but the blue and cream décor gave it an air of elegance.

  “It’s lovely.”

  He smiled. She hadn’t spared the room so much as a glance. Her wide gaze fixed on his face, anticipation shining in her eyes. “Not half as lovely as you.”

  Setting her down beside the bed, he went to work on her hair. Only once had he seen it loosened and the sight took his breath away. Blending shades of crimson, copper, and bronze, she had the most spectacular hair he’d ever seen.

  He pulled the last pin free and she ran her fingers through the long strands. Grinning, he shook his head. “The dress ruins the effect.”

  She closed her eyes as he loosened the laces securing the front of her gown. His fingers brushed her breasts repeatedly and her nipples gathered beneath her shift. She lifted her arms free of the fitted sleeves and wiggled out of the dress. It pooled around her ankles while she pulled the shift off over her head.

  Jarek groaned. Her flame colored hair contrasted sharply with her smooth ivory skin as it cascaded around her shoulders and down her back. Dusky rose nipples crowned her firm, round breasts. A scrap of lace still covered her mound and sheer stockings encased her legs.

  Speechless and shaken, Jarek could only stare. His chest burned, but his lungs refused to obey. His heart, on the other hand, beat so fast stars danced before his eyes. Dragging his gaze away from her body, he finally managed to breathe. She was undeniably beautiful, but he’d seen beautiful women before. What was it about this woman that addled his brain?

  His entire being longed to join with her, fill her, complete her. Was it possible she felt the same?

  Disintegrating his clothing in a puff of sparkling iede, he turned back to Felise. “I’m almost afraid to touch you, afraid you’re not real.”

  A hint of a smile curved her lips. She took his hand and guided it to her breast. “I’m real and I ache for you.”

  Stroking her nipple with his thumb, he wrapped his other arm around her waist, claiming her mouth in a passionate kiss. He wanted to go slowly, to savor each tingle, each sigh, but his body demanded more. Delving into her mouth, his tongue caressed and tasted. She responded without hesitation, her hands sliding from his shoulders into his hair.

  He grabbed her bottom and lifted. She wrapped her legs around his waist. Her core pressed against his belly. Stars, she was hot! Even through the thin barrier of her panties, her heat seared his skin. His cock bucked in anticipation, more than ready to fill her.

  An exposed beam dissected the room, running parallel with the edge of the bed. Tossing Shadow iede into the air, he manifested two sturdy loops secured to the beam. Would she enjoy being mastered? He’d seen hints of her stubbornness. He could never be truly satisfied with a mate who wouldn’t submit. It was better to find out now before they joined.

  He guided her legs from around his waist and helped her stand beside the bed. She started to lie down, but he shook his head. “Raise your arms and slip your hands through the loops.”

  Curiosity clouded her gaze, but she obeyed. A verbal command tightened the loops around her slender wrists, dragging her to the balls of her feet.

  She licked her lips and met his gaze. “I don’t enjoy pain.”

  “How do you know?” He put his hands on her waist, steadying her.

  “Merset used a strap on me. He said it would heighten the pleasure. I felt only pain.”

  “Then I won’t use a strap on you.” She nodded and relaxed against his hands. “The stockings are nice, but these have to go.” With no further warning, he ripped off her panties. She gasped and twisted, her breasts swaying with the sudden movement. He touched her smooth mound, his gaze following his fingers. “Do all women in Zylott shave their pussy hair?”

  “Mystic Keepers allow it to grow? That’s so uncivilized.” She moved her legs farther apart allowing him to play. “We don’t actually shave such a delicate area. We have a paste that prevents the hair from growing. It’s used on our legs as well.”

  Bending to one knee, he ran his palm from her mound to her ankle and back. “So you do. Now tell me everything your bathers have done to you. Leave nothing out.”

  “Why? I explained —”

  He pinched her nipple just hard enough to sting. “I said I wouldn’t use a strap on you. That doesn’t mean I won’t punish disobedience.”

  She narrowed her eyes, her lips pressed in a mutinous line.

  Flipping up the comforter, he revealed wide ankle cuffs secured to the bottom rail of the bed frame.

  “I told you in the garden. They touched me and gave me release, sharing my pleasure through their empathic link.”

  “Did they put their mouths on you?”

  She swallowed, her gaze darting to the ankle restraints. “Yes.”

  “Where?”

  “Wherever it gave me the most pleasure,” she snapped. “Why are you angry? You’ve touched other women. I didn’t even know you when —”

  “I’m not angry. I’m curious.”

  “Then why are you punishing me?”

  He shifted to his knees, rubbing her hip and thigh with long, gentle strokes. “The restraints are not punishment, my love. Do you want me to release you?”

  Felise hesitated. Jarek fascinated her, aroused her in a way she’d never dreamed possible. Part of his appeal was the aggressiveness simmering just below the surface. Fierce, possessive, demanding, she’d never found those characteristics attractive, until she looked into Jarek’s eyes.

  “It’s a choice, firebird. Choose to trust me and I’ll give you pleasure like you’ve never imagined, or ask me to release the restraints.”

  “If I ask you to release the restraints, will you still make love to me?”

  He shook his head. “This is part of who I am. My bonded mate will have to enjoy surrendering control or we will make each other miserable. It’s better that I not touch you, if you can’t accept this part of me.”

  She released a shuddering breath. “Promise you won’t hurt me.”

  “You either trust me or you don’t.”

  Her gaze locked with his. Time spun on without them. She longed for the soul deep connection only bonded mates enjoyed and Jarek appealed to her, attracted her. Could she surrender herself completely?

  She had to make a choice.

  Aligning her ankle with the cuff, Felise stepped back. His breath hissed out in a relieved sigh and she hid her smile. He might need to control the situation, but she was far from powerless. As he fastened the buckle, his fingers caressed her calf, his lips teased her thigh. Guiding her other leg to the second cuff, he secured that ankle as well.

  “Did they put their fingers inside you?”

  Curious? Yeah right! He could blame it on curiosity, but Jarek was jealous of her attendants.

  You either trust him or you don’t. “They were forbidden to enter my body, but they used smooth, slender wands to arouse me.”

  “Where did they put these wands?”

  She bit back a laugh and a smartass remark. Now was not the time to provoke her — Master. She shivered. If she couldn’t accept the title, there was no hope for their bonding.

  “Are you refusing to answer?”

  “No. They teased my passage with them, but they couldn’t go in very far. If they tore my maidenhead, even inadvertently, they would have been whipped.”

  He licked his middle finger and parted her folds, slowly sinking into her pussy until he encountered her hymen. Possessive pleasure ignited in his gaze. With his finger still inside her, he said, “No one has ever touched you like this before.”

  The heat of
his gaze seared her skin and sent tingles skittering along her nerve endings. He meant to fill her, possess her, devour her, and she was ready to be claimed. She melted, drenching his finger with her cream. “Only you…” She started to form the word only to let it slip away.

  He leaned in, inhaling her scent. “Say it, firebird. Accept me.” He circled her clit with his tongue.

  “Master,” she whispered, frightened of her body’s ready acceptance of his domination.

  With a twist of his wrist, he added a second finger. She gasped, her thighs flexing as her passage stretched for him, welcomed him. His tongue swirled and flicked over and against her clit, building the tension, speeding her toward orgasm.

  “Oh!” She tossed her head. Her hair slid against her sensitive nipples, and her inner muscles gripped him rhythmically.

  He raised his face, disapproval clear in his expression. “This is new to you and I didn’t warn you, so I won’t punish you this time.”

  “P-punish me? What did I do wrong?”

  “You will ask permission before you come from this moment on.” He withdrew his fingers from her tingling pussy and Felise whimpered. “Did I hurt you? Answer honestly.”

  “No, Master.”

  “Good. It is my intention to treasure you, to worship your body as only your Master can.”

  Chapter Seven

  Odele folded her arms over her narrow chest and settled onto her primary legs. She stood in the corridor outside Hakon’s throne room. The Supreme Midox would only communicate with the Setti. Other species were beneath contempt. She preferred her Keeper form, finding her Setti shape awkward and cumbersome.

  “Shall I wait in the hall?” Cef still inhabited the body of the Death Master. “I know how Hakon reacts to Keepers.”

  Hakon wouldn’t know the Keeper Cef occupied was involved in Gibrath’s death. Still, it was best not to provoke him. Yes. Give her to me. I’ll present our prize.

  Adara murmured something unintelligible behind her gag. Her wrists and ankles were bound and terror shone in her wide green eyes. Cef handed the girl to Odele and the princess went wild.

  Stop struggling, you fool, or I’ll drop you on your pampered ass! Adara’s eyes widened and Odele tightened her grip. So, the princess could understand Setti speech. Can you send thoughts or just receive them?

  Who are you? What do you want with me?

  Odele set Adara on her feet and unfastened her ankle restraints. It will serve you better if you walk at my side, but do not speak!

  The princess glanced at Tilden, confusion and hope combining in her expression. Cef’s turquoise light emanated from the Death Master’s eyes. Adara quickly turned her face away.

  A tall, burly guard opened the door and motioned them inside. His large eyes, the only feature on his long, narrow face, focused on Adara with obvious interest. Odele waved her hand and knocked him backward, her response to his leering stare.

  Come. Odele wrapped her claw around Adara’s bound wrists and dragged her into the throne room. Hakon sprawled on his throne, as was his wont, his secondary legs draped over the throne’s padded armrests. His unblinking eyes followed their progress across the narrow room.

  This is Gibrath’s daughter?

  Yes, Supreme Midox. Adara tugged against her hold.

  Why does she offend me with this form?

  Her Setti abilities are still latent. Odele paused, sending a punishing pulse into her disruptive captive. Adara yelped, then stilled. We’ve not had time to infuse her.

  How long will that take? I find her repulsive.

  I’m not sure. We will begin immediately.

  *

  Jarek fastened the last buckle and paused to admire his display. Felise lay before him, a willing captive to his pleasure. Her hips rested at the edge of the bed, her legs suspended and spread wide. Extended above her head and secured in padded cuffs, her arms were restrained as well.

  He’d arranged her glorious hair across the bed, unwilling to distract from the sleek contours of her body. Her breasts appeared smaller in this position, but her nipples formed tight, rosy peaks.

  She watched him with curiosity, desire, and a hint of fear. This was all new to her. He would soon soothe her, prove her trust well placed. Reaching for her mind, he established a telepathic link. He needed to sense what pleased her, what excited her, what drove her to the brink.

  Trailing his fingertips across her belly, he circled her navel. “I can’t decide where to begin. I want all of you all at once.” Her lips parted as if she would speak, then she closed her mouth and glanced away. “Go ahead. You may speak unless I order your silence.”

  “I would love to feel your mouth on mine, Master. I hunger for your kiss.”

  Her willingness to accept her role thrilled him more than anything he could remember. She was giving him what he needed and he would do no less. Moving to her side, he touched her face, calmed her with gentle caresses, and tender kisses.

  Can you hear me, firebird?

  Yes. Can you hear me?

  He separated their mouths. “I’ve established a link between us. It will become permanent when I join my body with yours.”

  “We’ll be able to hear each other’s thoughts — all of them?”

  He chuckled, cupping one of her breasts. “The link doesn’t work that way. We must reach for each other. It doesn’t happen automatically.”

  “And if I don’t want you in my mind?”

  “Then I am unable to enter.”

  He didn’t tell her emotions passed more readily across the link. She’d figure it out soon enough. He would teach her how to erect a mental shield, just not tonight.

  Her pebble-hard nipples beckoned. He caught one between his teeth, while rolling the other with his fingers. She panted, her breasts quivering with each ragged breath. Suckling firmly on one tender tip, he trailed his fingers along her abdomen. The silken skin covering her mound fascinated him. She was so incredibly soft.

  Crawling onto the bed, Jarek knelt above her and looked into her eyes. Longing, hunger, and demand burned within her gaze. His cock bucked and his heart leapt. Had he truly found his mate? “I want you to do what you did in the garden, but this time I’m not going to pull out. You can do this. I know you can.”

  She smiled, surprising him again. “I didn’t want you to pull out the first time. I’m not afraid.”

  He framed her face with his hands and sank slowly into her mouth. Warm and welcoming, she closed her lips around him. Jarek leaned forward, arching over her naked body. He straddled her face and slipped his hands under her ass. Cream gathered on her folds as he thrust into her mouth. He lowered his head between her thighs and traced her slit with his tongue.

  She moaned, the vibration of her voice teasing his rampant cock. Her tongue swirled, her lips sucked, and Jarek was lost. He thrust into her mouth, tension gripping his abdomen like a vice. His balls tingled, drawing tight as he pushed deep. She sucked and swallowed, milking him greedily. Jarek gritted his teeth, eyes squeezed tight as pleasure burst within him.

  Thank you, firebird. You pleased me very well.

  He shifted, lifting his hips so only the tip of his cock remained in her mouth. Holding her ass with both hands, he lowered his face between her legs, ready to feast on her succulent pussy. He licked her folds and circled her clit, stabbing deep with his tongue again and again.

  Master, may I come? Her plea erupted in his mind. His cock was still in her mouth.

  “Not yet.” He pushed two fingers deep, holding still as the spasms of pleasure receded. She whimpered, sucking hard on the head of his cock. He grinned. Greedy little firebird.

  Felise murmured her protest as he pulled out of her mouth. Her core ached as she had never ached, and the evocative taste of his release lingered on her tongue. Why was he tormenting her? Her senses felt raw, over-stimulated. She desperately needed to come.

  He took a pillow from the bed and dropped it to the floor, kneeling between her legs. The restraints supported her
in the brazen position, open, offered, accessible.

  “Did your attendants put the wands up your ass?”

  Why did he have to be so crude? Even as she formed the thought, excitement curled through her. “Yes.”

  “Did you enjoy it?”

  “Yes.” Heat flooded her face and spread over her breasts at the admission.

  Jarek chuckled. “Don’t be embarrassed. I’m glad. I enjoy that sort of play.” His middle finger pushed into her pussy, gathering her cream. He worked the slick liquid down to her puckered anus, pausing to look into her eyes. Holding her open with one hand, he tongued her clit and pushed his long middle finger deep into her ass.

  Felise twisted as far as her bonds would allow. He slid his finger in her tight rear passage, deliberately drawing out each stroke. His tongue caressed her swollen clit, circling and flicking until her body jerked with each pass.

  “Please! Don’t deny me again. I don’t think —”

  “Come for me now.” His finger shoved deep. His lips closed around her clit and Felise went off like a solar flare. Scalding waves of release washed over her, drenching her in amazing sensation. He continued to caress her until the final tremor passed.

  Tears escaped the corners of her eyes and she caught her lower lip between her teeth.

  “Why are you crying?” His voice coaxed.

  “If that was foreplay, you’re going to kill me. I…” He silenced her with a lingering kiss. His mouth remained on hers as he positioned his cock at her entrance. Felise tried not to tense.

  “You’re wet and ready to take me. You don’t need to be afraid.”

  He pushed in. Her body opened, surrendered to his penetration. Deeper. With steady pressure he filled her, stretched her. Felise grasped the cords connected to her wrist cuffs and waited for the searing pain. He pulled back and thrust hard. One stinging pinch and he was embedded to the hilt.

  She laughed. “That’s it? All this time I’ve been terrified.”

  “You must learn to trust me.” He moved, pulling nearly out before thrusting back in. Thick, hot, he filled her again and again. She arched, reveling in the fullness. Her spirit soared right along with her body. It felt so right!