Premonitions

by Le aha Vaughn

  His hold on her never wavered, holding her tighter as he explored her. Nah'Dara gasped when his teeth grazed her causing a wetness to pool between her legs. Gripping the right breast in his hands, he returned the favor to the other as he rolled her sensitive nipple between his fingers. Gone was the gentleness that she was used to, replaced with the animal that lived inside him that craved skin and sex.

  He lowered her down to the ground. There were no charred bodies, no blood, no fire, and no fear. Nah'Dara briefly opened her eyes to the canopy of the forest. No burning world surrounded her, just the lush green of the forest. She closed her eyes letting the shocks of electricity consume her as he used his teeth to journey lower. She squirmed under his touch as one hand trailed the line of her thigh.

  Her uterus contracted feeling suddenly empty, screaming to be filled with him. Arching her hips in small thrusts, she beckoned him to take it further. Answering her, Eriq spread her legs with his hands using his fingers to part her swollen slick nether lips.

  She gasped, moaning, and nearly came off the ground as he dipped his head briefly tasting her readiness. The contracting of her uterus was almost too much to bear. He stilled her with his hand splaying it in the middle of her stomach. She heard his growl of satisfaction as he looked at her with his heated silver eyes.

  He rose above her covering her with his body. Spirit, she needed him inside her now without any questions. He had set her on fire so many times with just a look or from the touch of his gentle fingers, the tender way he held her. She did not have the strength to deny him anything.

  Nah'Dara wrapped her arms around him digging her hands into his broad shoulders. His full head of his erection grazed the folds of her center. Whoa, was that his cock? He was huge! Surely, it wouldn't fit.

  It will, his words filled her head.

  He teased her with his hard cock, gently rubbing her wetness all over him. He parted her folds, easing himself inside.

  Sweet Spirit, every inch of him had her panting, moaning his name as he impaled her inch by mind-blowing inch. He held back, obviously not wanting to hurt her. She did not care if it hurt. Her body craved all of him fast, hard; she wanted the mind-blowing fire of her release.

  "Spirit!” she screamed. “I need you now! She arched her hips, grabbing his tight ass to pull him deeper inside her until finally, she was filled to the brim with him. She felt herself clench around him, accepting his thickness. He hissed, his breath fanning her wild hair as he pulled out slowly only to return thrusting deep into her with his powerful hips. Her nails dug into the skin of his ass.

  He picked up the pace powerfully, moving his mystical hips in a circular motion. She cried his name over and over, as she came closer to her climax.

  Spirit, he felt real. This whole dream felt real.

  * * * *

  Just before she reached the top of her peak, her eyes opened as a cry escaped her. Quickly they adjusted to the darkness of the room, and of all the crap shots in the universe, she was on her cot. Anger and bewilderment flooded over her. How in the hell could she wake up right before she got a chance to climax. Again!

  "Un-freaking-believable.” She blew out a breath in frustration. Now she would never get him out of her head. She looked over to the other cot. Eriq watched her with darkly sensual eyes. His head propped up with his hand as if he had been watching her for a while. There was a hint of a knowing smile on his lips.

  "Care to finish, lover."

  Had he been watching her the whole time? Had he really been in her dreams? His smile widened as he wiggled his brows. Mortified, she turned her back to him. Oh, yeah. He was definitely stuck there.

  Eriq rested back on the cot with his hands pillowing his head. Bringing Nah'Dara to the peak of an orgasm has benefits. Though he did not touch her physically, the mind was a powerful thing. He renewed the like with her after each and every sexual mental encounter, which was as close to a true bond as two beings could get without saying the words.

  At the thought of the bonds, regret hit him hard.

  How could you? Guilt said in Mireya's outraged voice. She doesn't love you, Santar.

  No matter how hard he tried to block the guilt, he was too mentally drained to stop the full onslaught of it.

  She deceives you.

  Liar, he fired back in outrage.

  She'll never love you, Santar

  I don't care.

  You will, and it will hurt until you beg for the mercy of death!

  The last of it vibrated though his mind as he drifted off. She'll never love you...

  Chapter 18

  Spirit, she was frustrated. Not just mentally ... sexually also. Every time Nah'Dara had a stray thought, it was about Eriq and that damned dream. Vivid images filled her mind about what he did to her and she let him. She actually let him! It outraged, angered even aroused her in the same breath. Yet, she could not complain except she did not finish. Her skin tingled with just the thought of feeling his hands on her skin. The sensation was so real it had her creaming between her legs.

  Not to mention screaming in an orgasm when coming awake again, but this time she had an audience. She was almost there, at her climax, before she opened her eyes, totally horrified that Eriq lay in his bed watching her the entire time.

  The heat, the feel of him inside her, all of it, she pushed from her mind with an angry force. She did not want to think about it any more. The more she though about it, the more foul her mood became. Too much sex on the brain, not enough release happened not to be that wonderful, being left unfulfilled, was not fun. She even tried to wipe last night's kiss off her lips, but she could still taste him in her mouth.

  Nah'Dara groaned as she lugged a bundle of sticks through the forest towards the cottage. Every muscle in her body ached. She had so much sexual tension mounting inside of her that she contemplated taking him right where he stood. Head hurting, body aching, soulfully gratifying sex that would leave her weak for days.

  But no. She had to wake up.

  She dumped the sticks next to the cottage wall placing her hands on her hips, arching back a little to relieve the pull of the muscles. Her feet burned from being in the boots too long. She had a good mind to chunk them into the lake. It felt like she worked in the mines of Antarus as a slave. He worked her like one. He watched over her making sure she did everything the exact way that he said it. She had every intention of botching his orders. The first time she came back with firewood, she purposely dropped them at his feet.

  The way she saw it, his bad driving and busted ship is what got them in this position. Besides, they were attacked. She would be damned if she made his life any easier. From the moment that she found out that she was going to marry him, her life was a living hell. She could not wait to get off this planet then she would really give him a run for his money.

  Nah'Dara took one look at him sneering before turning her back to him and walking away from the cottage. She just wanted to get her hands on one sleeping patch. Just one. The way her rump still felt, she was enough to place two on him.

  How dare he lay a finger on her! She thought as stomped through the brush looking for more sticks for wood. Wiping the sweat from her brow, she picked up a few more sticks. She glanced overhead at the treetops as they covered the sky. The dense leaves barely let in any sun, trapping all the heat inside. It was sweltering in the day but damn near freezing at night.

  The only thing that kept her warm was Eriq's strong arms surrounding her. They were there when she woke this morning. The remnants of the nightmare died off when she felt them surround her. She had gasped and they had tightened. She remembered his eyes as he looked at her. The silver depths filled with sudden concern through a sleepy haze. She did not want to talk to him. After what he did, he was the last person that she wanted to see. There was no mirror to tell her what her bottom looked like, but she could bet that there were purple blotches spread across the brown.

  Her mind sifted form one dream to the next seeing herself in Eriq's ar
ms again. She had lain there awake; totally mortified that he had been watching her while she slept. There was no telling what she had been moaning about. The thought of him hearing her sent another wave of mortification running though her. Nah'Dara could not push him out of her mind no matter how she tried. She craved him even as she wanted to push him away. She did not want to give in. Giving in meant losing the battle, she was not about to go out without a fight. After she was finished, showing him what he was getting into, she was sure he was not going to even think about saying any marriage vows to her. Nah'Dara smiled. This was better than trying to slip a sleeping potion in his food on the ship.

  After finding an armload of wood, Nah'Dara stomped back to the cave regretting having to set her eyes on him again, though it was not all that bad of a view. Eriq was covered in delicious muscles that rippled under his skin like metal under a golden brown sheet. She knew what he looked like without his shirt; the view had a way of raising her body temperature. He took a dip in the ravine not knowing that she was watching. She went to find him to tell him she was sorry when she stumbled upon him.

  He dunked his head under the clear water. His midnight hair was plastered back, and water ran down his broad chest. His chest gleamed from the rays of the sun. The water level just barely covered the vee that lead somewhere below where she happened to not want to think about. It was easy to think of him as a domineering royal that she was promised to, but the more she stared at the rolling cords of his abs, she had serious doubt that what she currently thought about him was going to hold up for much long.

  She turned away from him before he saw her. It was bad enough that she saw enough of him to certify him as naked. The thought had sent shivers running up and down her spine.

  As she was walking back to the cave, Nah'Dara lost her grip on her bundle of sticks. The pile tumbled to the ground with one sliding under her foot. She hit the mud with a sudden thud that sent all the air rushing from her chest landing face down. At that moment, she knew that she had the worst bad luck streak in the galaxy.

  Regrettably, she lifted her head. Her eyes were clumped with dirt. Clearing her eyes, she spied Eriq standing at the front door leaning against the side. His shoulders shook as he tried to hold the laugh inside him.

  The jerk was actually laughing at her. As if falling down in mud was not bad enough, the Spirits had to add Eriq standing there watching her in obvious delight.

  Nah'Dara stood slowly, scraping more mud from her face. Humiliation had a way of rearing its ugly head when she was a total wreck. She had not bathed in a day; her hair had fallen from the braid mixing with the mud and leaves. She pierced him with a glare made of steal. However, he only laughed a little harder, his face turning red from the strain.

  Her temper was at its boiling point. Nah'Dara had had it with him ordering her around, him sleeping so close to her and messing with her senses. It was time to do something about it.

  Molding the mud in one hand into a small ball, it was not her best but it would do she walked, rather limped, to stand eye level to his chest. It did not matter that he stood a foot over her or that he could squeeze the life out of her if he wanted to. What mattered is that he was laughing at her. She wanted to punch his lights out.

  She smiled at him, a smile that held little warmth and more hostility.

  "You found that funny, didn't you?” she asked, her voice low, her eyes promised death. Eriq just shrugged as his shoulders occasionally shaking with laughter. Taking the small lump of mud, she smeared it down the front of his suit making a mental note of the rock hard abs underneath the smooth leather. Spirit that felt good. Not close to what she wanted, but she worked with what she had. As she swung her muddy hair over her shoulder, Nah'Dara turned strutting just walking way

  Eriq stood there in total shock for all of two seconds. He glowered at her muddy back with a slow sadistic smile touching his lips. Bending down he picked up some mud, a lot more than she had rubbed on him.

  So the little temptress wanted to play, huh? He thought as he molded the mud. If play is, what she wants then play is what she gets.

  "Nah'Dara,” he called to her in sadistic purr. At the sound of her name she stopped. She gave him a generous shake of her hips. The ‘what’ expression glared at him from fiery green eyes.

  Launching his ball of mud at her, Eriq watched as the ball hit her on the shoulder. She sent him a look of shock before bending down picking up more mud.

  Oh, no he did not just throw mud at me, he heard her thoughts. Eriq armed himself. He saw that look on her face before they crash-landed. Her sheer determination to win painted her face even in her walk.

  It's on!

  Eriq threw the mud at the same time as she, hitting her in the shoulder. Her ball hit him in the head. Arming another, she aimed for his stomach. He dodged several blows but she hit him with a few more. A giggle burst from his mouth, as he felt the rivulets of cool mud run down his neck.

  He stood over her raining mud on her, laughing as she pummeled his stomach. Cold wetness rushed down his leg. Suddenly he stopped. The sneaky little winch put mud down his pants.

  Playtime is over.

  "That's it.” The line of his patience snapped into two distinct pieces dropping him onto the cavern of anger. Giving her a look that promised death, he towered over her. She ran him halfway across the galaxy to find her over some treaty; then they are trapped on this planet together with her foul mouth and sour attitude. His patience was at its end.

  He let the mud fall to the ground. With his hands balled into tight fists, he stalked her, a dangerous gleam in his eye. Her nonchalant expression changed to caution. He relished in the fact that he could ever have that affect on someone so headstrong.

  Nah'Dara backed away, wide-eyed with sudden realization, utterly aware of how very alone they were. He could murder her no one would ever know. No one would even care. She would be no match for him if he caught up with her. The perfect prey.

  Cold, murderous fury ran through the very being of Eriq as he looked at her. How dare she toy with him? How could she not know what he was capable of? He could easily plunge into her mind; purge her of that foul mouth, to make her a docile woman.

  Slowly a menacing smile spread across his lips. He moved like lightening. One moment he was at least fifteen feet away, and the next he was standing in front of her. She blinked in disorientation. She backed away from him until she could feel the roughness of tree bark against her back. He pinned her there without his hands, using the steel in his eyes as her bounds.

  Eriq could sense her fear being broadcasted from her run directly through him. He had her attention now was scaring her. Good. She needed to be scared.

  "Had enough, Nahni?” he purred. He felt the shivers from her body as he spoke.

  Nah'Dara swallowed her emotions, as she had taught herself to do so many times before, and pinned him with a steeliest gaze that she could manage of her own. She could not help but to wonder what lay beneath the surface as she looked into his fiery gray eyes. She saw something more, much more than the hatred that had her semi petrified. Passion. The man had ‘the hots’ for her. I sure can pick ‘em, can't I? She thought. She glowered at him as she squared her shoulders.

  "I can take as much as you can give, Altarian,” she growled. A low mocking growl of a laugh emerged from the depth of his throat. The sound resonated through her. He was so close to her that she could smell his scent of earthy male and highly potent sex hormones. How did a man manage to smell so good when he was sweaty? It was beyond her line of thought right now. Now she was thinking that he was awfully close to her. She could not think let alone move.

  "I am tired of you stomping around here like you have a problem,” he growled.

  "Yeah, I got a problem. The problem is you. All you do is order me around like I'm your wife."

  A low mocking growl of a laugh emerged from the depth of his throat. “You will be soon enough, love."

  Shock along with that announcement made Nah'D
ara jump with fear. She could not go any farther. Eriq's face came closer to hers. He looked as if he was ready to eat her for dinner with his long black hair, wind blown, his angry, gray eyes, and slightly bearded jaw. Spirit, he was the most handsome Altarian she ever seen, in a ‘defy me if you dare’ sort of way. He clenched his fist constantly. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw his muscles tense. She stilled waiting for him to grab her.

  Nah'Dara, shaking, swallowed at his nearness. It was almost unnerving. Eriq was just as covered in mud as she was, but for some reason her senses were working overtime. Maybe it was his muscles pressed so securely to the bottom half of her body. Maybe it was his scent, of musk and male and mud, which normally wouldn't turn her on, but they were doing a number on her now.

  "I don't like being the auction cow between my uncle and his treaties,” she stated plainly, as if the slight body-to-body contact was not affecting her, but it was. Her voice was husky, breathless. She did not like that one bit.

  A smile slowly spread across his lips, like a predator about to pounce on unsuspecting prey. He knew different. Eriq could feel the tension mounting inside her.

  "If you ask me, you are a very good looking cow."

  Nah'Dara squared her shoulders. “Don't patronize me. I don't want to hear it. What pisses me off so bad is that you drugged me and I didn't do anything to you."

  Eriq clinched his fists, trying hard to restrain himself from ringing her lovely dark neck. The heartless winch! She had no right.

  "You ran away on the very night I met you. I chased you through two sectors in a six day drive in hyperspace to find you, and when I do, you start a fight with a couple of Nakot, which don't take well to fights and will do anything to win them. My brother sent his men to shoot us down, we crash here, and now, not only are the communications down, but the damned ship is nothing but a busted piece of space junk. Do I need to explain anything else to you why I'm not particularly happy right now?” Nah'Dara arched a brow.

  "I don't think that it was my running that got us crashed here, but your bad driving.” The comment was out of her mouth before she could stop it. Shocked, she placed her hands over her mouth blocking a gasp.