Rohn (Dragons of Kratak Book 1)

by Ruth Anne Scott

  He shook his head. “I can’t let you risk that anymore. You got away with it once, but not again. If anything happened to you....”

  She stiffened. “Don’t you want me to come back? I thought you slept well last night.”

  “I did,” he replied. “I can’t think of anything I’d like better in the world than to sleep with you watching over me. But you’ve done enough already. I can’t let Aquilla hurt you the way he’s hurting me. I couldn’t live with that.”

  She swallowed a lump in her throat. “But I want to come. I was looking forward to it, and now you’re telling me not to. Are you trying to rob me of all hope?”

  His eyes rose to her face. “Listen to me, Anna. Aquilla has passed beyond the limit of rational thought. He won’t hesitate to kill anyone who gets in his way. If he found out you kept coming here to help me, that would be the end of you. No one could protect you from him.”

  Her shoulders drooped. “I know it’s dangerous, but I have to come. I thought I was joining the Avitras faction, and that I would mate with one of their men and make my home here. Now that hope is gone. I came here with my sister, and now she’s gone, too. I thought Aquilla and Penelope Ann were my friends, and that I could trust them to help me settle in here. Now, ever since Aquilla brought you here, the ground is slipping under my feet. I’ve got nothing to stand on. This is all I have left.”

  He stared into her eyes. For a moment, she couldn’t tell if he believed her or nor. Menlo turning away from her would be the biggest disaster of all. Then he stroked the back of her hand. His voice dropped to a whisper. “Alright. You can come. I just hate to think of anything happening to you.”

  She almost choked when she tried to speak. “Something’s already happening to you. I have to live with that every day. I’m driving myself crazy trying to figure out how to get you out of this, but what options do I have? I can’t exactly fight the whole faction. I’m only one person.”

  He cradled her hand in both of his. “You don’t have to fight the whole faction. You’re not responsible for me. You should protect yourself. I would protect you if I could.”

  “I am responsible for you,” she countered. “If I don’t help you, no one else will.”

  “You said you had friends who want to help you,” he pointed out.

  “They want to help me help you,” she explained. “If I wasn’t sticking my neck out to help you, they wouldn’t do anything. They would sit back and say it’s not their place to interfere with Aquilla’s decisions.”

  Menlo cocked his head. “Is that what they said?”

  Anna blushed. “One of them said that. He said it right before he gave me that meat for you, so I guess he doesn’t mind interfering so much.”

  Menlo smiled to himself. “I see.”

  She tugged at her hand. “I better go. Aquilla could come back at any time.”

  “I don’t think so,” he replied. “He said he was going to call a council of his Guard. He could be gone for a while.”

  Anna glanced over her shoulder. “He said that right after he said he was going to kill you?”

  Menlo nodded.

  She tried to stand up. “Then there’s no time to lose. I have to find out what he plans to do so we can stop him.”

  He held tight to her hand. “Don’t leave, Anna.”

  Her eyes widened. “This is serious. When he comes back with his men, he’ll have a plan in mind for killing you. I don’t know. Maybe he plans to send your head back to the Ursidreans as a message. We can’t just sit back and wait.”

  He didn’t let her go. “Even if he does kill me, I would rather spend my last hours here with you. Don’t run away. Stay here.”

  She couldn’t speak through her parched lips.

  His eyes flickered across her face, down to her mouth and back up to her eyes. “You’re not the only one who lost everything. Looking forward to you coming back here is all I’ve got left.”

  A shiver of excitement quivered through her. Was he really saying what she thought he was saying? She didn’t dare breathe.

  “When Aquilla brought me here,” he went on, “I thought I was done for. I never expected anybody to help me, and you’ve helped me so many times I can never repay you.”

  “I don’t want you to repay me,” she began.

  “That’s not what I mean,” he replied. “You’ve helped me, and now you’re telling me there are others who want to help me, too. You’re the only light in the darkness. I can’t lose you now.”

  She laid her other hand over his, but that simple touch seemed so paltry now. Nothing would satisfy her now but to touch him with more than just her hand. She couldn’t let herself touch his body, but her soul cried out against all restraint to do it.

  What could they have been if they hadn’t met in some dank store room in the Avitras village? What would they have said to each other? How could they have known each other? What would they have shared without all this fear and pain keeping them apart?

  She saw it all when she looked into his eyes. She knew him as something other than a prisoner. If she could see the places he lived before his capture, she could understand him as a person instead of an obligation. If she could get to know him in the daylight instead of this dark closet, she could appreciate his strength as well as his soft side.

  They might laugh and talk and walk together in the forest. They might sit in the sunshine and wait for the day to end. When the stars came out, they might walk back to.....wherever he lived. Penelope Ann told her the Ursidreans lived in caves in the mountains, but Anna couldn’t believe anything any of them told her anymore. She wouldn’t believe it until she saw it for herself, and when was that likely to happen?

  She would leave the Avitras when this was all over. Once she didn’t have to worry about Menlo anymore, she would turn her back on the Avitras once and for all. She’d only stayed this long in the fading hope that Frieda would turn up again. That hope died when Anna looked at Menlo’s face. Frieda wasn’t coming back. She was gone. Most likely, she was dead. Anna would never get back to Earth, and she had only two relatives left alive on this planet. Her other sister Emily lived with the Ursidreans, and her cousin Aimee Sandoval lived with the Lycaon. The Lycaon welcomed the marooned human women with open arms. She would go back to them.

  Her vision cleared, and Menlo’s face hovered before her eyes again. How could this situation resolve except in his death? He was right. Aquilla would never let him go. He would rally his men to kill Menlo. Her throat tightened. She couldn’t be swayed by false hopes of him getting free and back to his own people. Piwaka giving her the sillian was one thing. Freeing Menlo was another matter altogether. All the other Guards would support Aquilla, and not even Piwaka could stand against them all.

  Menlo’s breath puffed into her face when he whispered, “Are you there, Anna?”

  She tried to smile, but inside, sobs choked her heart. “I’m here. I’ll always be here.”

  “Is everything all right?” he asked.

  She couldn’t stand it any longer. She clamped her eyes shut and leaned forward. Her lips touched his, and he froze in surprise. Then, in a whirlwind of arms and bodies, they clutched each other in a frenzy of longing and desperation. Another day, another hour, another minute into the future no longer existed. They might die together, but at least they would have each other.

  His mouth lingered on hers for only a moment. Then he gnawed down her neck to her chest. She devoured every inch of his skin she could find. She ran her fingers through his hair the way she dreamed of the night before. She spread her legs around his waist to draw him into herself.

  They clawed at one another in desperate hunger. Anna would never have known he was worn down with hunger and pain and exhaustion. He crushed her against his big hard body with his mighty arms and reared up onto his knees. Her skirt rode up her thighs to her waist. Menlo’s large hands gripped her ass and he pulled her against his erection. She took control and d
evoured his mouth. She rubbed against his hardness and moaned. Riding him she showed him what she wanted. He groaned and kissed her harder, more demanding as if this was going to be his one and only chance. When he pulled back he was breathing heavily and she could feel his heart racing against her breasts.

  He didn’t wait long before he pulled Anna’s shirt over her head and pulled her skirt down her hips. Anna had to wiggle to get it down her curves. Now she stood before him naked, and feeling a little vulnerable. She became aware that she wasn’t model thin, and her skin wasn’t perfectly tan and flawless. He froze and stared at her. The heat in his eyes told her she was everything he ever wanted.

  He was the biggest man she had ever seen. He was strong, hard, and muscular. She ran her fingers down his abs to the button on his pants. She popped the button and his erection jumped at her, she wrapped her small hand around him but he flipped her over on her back, and she yelped in ecstasy when she felt his tongue lick her pussy, and he didn’t stop. His tongue swirled and licked her thoroughly. Her body shook and she wrapped her fingers into his hair trying to pull him away only to push her pussy closer. She flipped on her back wanting to see him working on her. She lifted her hips crying out when he stuck his tongue inside of her. She arched off the wood floor and pushed further into his face grinding against his mouth as she came. Pleasure wove through Anna as Menlo continued to lick and then sucked her clit into his mouth.

  Finally after all this time he was going to make love to her. There in the small room floor Menlo pushed into Anna. Her body tightened, but he slid in inch by inch. Taking his time and enjoying the feel of her wet pussy wrapping around him. He thrust deeper and she gasped when he was fully seated. Her body still tingled from her last orgasm and her inner muscles milked his cock tightening around him.

  He clenched his jaw and pulled out only to slowly thrust back in. He made love to her. Their pace became synchronized as she lifted her hips to meet each thrust. His eyes never left hers and when he kissed her it was soft. His touch was light and sensual. She wrapped her legs around his waist pulling him deeper inside of her and holding him close. Her nails scratched his back and he grunted. Her feet were constantly slapping against his bare backside and she could feel the hardness of those heart shaped globes.

  This was a spontaneous, spur of the moment kind of thing that most women would give anything to get from their significant other. Anna had always been closed off emotionally, but this was an exception. It’s not often and it’s usually not for long, but she felt that Menlo might be someone special.

  His eyes widened and she felt his cock grow even larger inside of her. His eyes glazed over and then he thrust in and out of her with such a force that she could do nothing but lay there and take it. She locked her legs around him and held on as he took her, and when he came, she gave it her all to not scream as Menlo owned her body and soul.

  She didn’t know how many times she came, as she lost count after the third one. He was consciously aware of his own body and he was now trying his level best to keep his orgasm at bay. He wanted her to enjoy herself and this was the first time that any man had wanted more than just their own pleasure. They rolled over and over on the floor in a frantic search for one another.

  He drove down on top of her, but nothing could satisfy her desire for him. She rose to meet him and pulled him down harder with all her strength. His smell of mountains and trees and rivers wafted into her nostrils, and she reeled into oblivion on an intoxicating wave of rapture.

  Chapter 12

  Anna stared up at the timber ceiling. Menlo rested his head on her chest, but neither slept. Light peeked under the door. The day was fading. When the sun dipped below the treetops, the air would cool. When Penelope Ann figured out where she was, she couldn’t keep it a secret from Aquilla forever.

  Still, Anna couldn’t tear herself away from Menlo. She ran her fingers through the rough hair along the back of his neck and shoulders. Her body embraced his where she kept contact with him all the way down to her feet.

  His breathing rose and fell in even waves, but he must have been watching the light, too. For the first time, he spoke. “They’ll be looking for you.”

  “I know,” she murmured.

  “You can’t put it off any longer,” he told her.

  “I don’t want to leave,” she replied.

  “I don’t want you to leave, either,” he told her. “But staying would be worse.”

  She sighed. “I know.”

  “I’m sure Aquilla has got his men rounded up by now,” he went on. “They’ll come for me pretty soon, and you don’t want them to find you here. I don’t want them to find you here, either.”

  “I would rather go with you,” she told him. “Whatever happens, let’s stay together.”

  He shook his head against her chest. “We can’t play that game anymore. We had a nice time, but that would be pushing it too far.”

  “Was it just a nice time?” she asked.

  “You know what I mean,” he replied.

  “All right.” She sighed again. “I better go.”

  They sat up together, and he kissed her long and deep. They sat on the floor, shoulder to shoulder. This could be the last time they sat together in this world.

  “What will happen when they come for you?” she asked.

  He shrugged. “He’ll make a show of interrogating me. He’ll ask the same questions to show how stubborn I am, and that he’s not getting anywhere by dallying around.”

  “Would it make any difference if you told him what he wants to know?” she asked.

  He looked away. “He doesn’t care about anything anymore but provoking Donen. It wouldn’t do me any good to tell him about Faruk.”

  Anna froze. “Faruk? What about him?”

  “I won’t bother telling Aquilla about him,” Menlo replied. “I doubt he’ll go through much of a charade of prying the information out of me. He’ll be too anxious to move on to the main event.”

  Anna shook her head, but it didn’t work to clear her thoughts. “What about Faruk?”

  He frowned. “What’s the matter?”

  “You said it wouldn’t do you any good to tell him about Faruk,” she repeated.

  “That’s what I said,” he replied.

  “What would you tell him about Faruk?” she asked. “What would he care about Faruk?”

  He narrowed his eyes at her. “What is the matter with you? Why do you keep repeating the same words over and over again?”

  She grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him. She summoned all her will to stop herself from shrieking at him. “What about Faruk, Menlo? What would it do no good to tell Aquilla about Faruk?”

  He stared at her wild eyes. “He’s been trying to find out about Faruk. He brought me here under the pretext of getting me to tell him what I know.”

  “He brought you here under the pretext of telling him who killed his brother in the war,” Anna returned. “Are you telling me Faruk killed Aquilla’s brother?”

  He frowned again. “I thought you knew that.”

  Anna leapt to her feet and paced around the room. She couldn’t stop shaking her head in agitation. “You never told me the killer was Faruk.”

  “What difference does it make who it was?” he asked. “It was an Ursidrean. That’s all Aquilla cares about.”

  She squatted down in front of him and hissed into his face. “I care! Do you hear me? If Faruk is the killer, this changes everything.”

  “How?” he asked. “I’m just as dead if it was Faruk or somebody else.”

  She grabbed him by the shoulders again. “Don’t you understand? Faruk is my sister Emily’s mate. You knew that. Why didn’t you tell me Faruk killed Aquilla’s brother?”

  He pressed his lips together. “I didn’t want to tell you point blank. I didn’t want to frighten you into thinking your sister might be in danger.”

  “My sister isn’t in danger,” she shot back. �
�She’s safe in Ursidrean territory with Faruk. I’m the one in danger here with you.”

  He put out his hands to her. “Anna....”

  She smacked his hands away. “Don’t Anna me. How could you keep this secret from me? How could you sleep with me just now with that secret hanging over our heads?”

  He leaned back against the wall. “How was I supposed to know how you really felt about me until now? How was I supposed to know you would really stick by me? You did a couple of nice things for me, but you might still have run to Aquilla with the information if I’d told you. I wasn’t sure until now that you really cared about me enough to stand by me.”

  Her anger and surprise crystallized into icy rage—not at him, but at Aquilla and Penelope Ann and all the rest of the Avitras. This was the last straw. She crouched down in front of him again and pulled the sharp weapon out of her boot. His eyes popped open when she pressed it into his hand. “Take this.”

  “What am I supposed to do with it?” he asked. “Am I supposed to vanquish Aquilla in single combat? I won’t get a chance to do that.”

  She shook her head, but she was already on her feet and heading toward the door. “I don’t know what you’re supposed to do with it. Just take it. You’ll need it.”

  “Hey, wait,” he called after her. “Aren’t you going to tie me up again?”

  She paused at the door. “I’ll find a way to get you out of here. I’m not going to wait around for Aquilla to come and kill you. I’m not sure how I’ll do it, but you’re leaving here tonight. Don’t get comfortable, because I could come for you at any time. Keep that knife handy and be ready.”

  She hurried out of the store room. She barred the door the way she found it, but she took no other precautions. She raced around the house with her mind whirling. So the man Aquilla wanted most of all, the man against whom he wanted revenge for killing his brother, was Faruk, her own sister Emily’s Ursidrean mate.

  This changed everything. It sealed the compact she and Menlo created by sleeping together in the store room. If she wouldn’t throw her life and future in with his for that, this erased all doubt in her mind. She couldn’t let him die here. She couldn’t let him spend one more night in that store room. Her time with him hadn’t been some risky fling. She couldn’t turn her back.