by Bonnie Dee
She cried out at his touch, but her voice was lost in his groan. Abruptly, he rose up on his elbow, pinning her thigh under his and looming over her. Before she could even make out if his eyes were open, his mouth took hers, and she was lost in fire and need and wonder.
Instead of his fingers, it was his cock, somehow freed from his shorts, that probed her pussy now. His hands were busy at her breast and hips. He released her mouth, only to drag his lips downward over her neck and breast, and fasten to her nipple like a starving man.
The sensation of his suckling, as unexpected as it was intense, drowned the last of her doubts in a surge of profound lust that she couldn’t fight. Reaching her arms around his neck, she thrust upward from pure instinct, helping him to find his way to her pulsing entrance. Like a reflex, he thrust back and she gasped at the feel of his cock inside her, stretching her. It didn’t hurt, precisely, but the discomfort did dampen her desire, if only for an instant. The moment he moved again, pushing farther inside her with a groan of pleasure, she ignored the discomfort in her desperation to feel more of that.
His mouth returned to hers, kissing her thoroughly, his tongue pushing in rhythm with his cock, tangling and stroking with hers while his lips caressed and sucked. In bewildered wonder, Aurora hung on, moving with his increasingly wild thrusts until she lost all control in the intensity of sensation. The burning pleasure gathered at her core until she thought she would explode. She dug her nails into his shoulders, his back, silently pleading, though for what she didn’t understand, and then the pleasure seemed to burst, like a wave on the rocks, deluging her with a surge of ecstasy so fierce that she wondered if she were dying.
“Oh yes, sweetheart,” Joel whispered against her shaking lips, still thrusting slowly, almost lazily inside her. “Let it go. Let it all go.”
His eyes were open, staring into hers with clouded intensity. He looked almost ferociously triumphant. Mutely, she lifted her lips again, and he took them as the fire began to die slowly back.
Which was odd, because she could still smell it.
“I’m still burning,” she whispered. “I can smell the smoke.”
He smiled and rolled onto his back with her on top of him. “You’re a funny little thing. You can’t possibly smell smoke in this kind of fire.”
He broke off, his nose twitching. And suddenly Aurora could hear the fire too, crackling flames outside her body.
Joel sprang off her. Flames licked around the television set, stretching out toward the bed. Aurora began to choke on the smoke.
Joel grabbed a large, red cylinder from the wall and ran with it toward the fire. Aurora, unsure why, lunged after him, and without warning was flung back on the bed. She could see only flames, and at the fire’s core, a furious face that swooped at her, snarling words that made no sense.
“My time has nearly come. You will not stand in the way of my plans again. I’ll have what I need from you at last.”
“Valborga,” she whispered.
Abruptly the flames and the fiery face were both gone. Joel stepped through the smoke, naked and magnificent and, as noisy hell broke loose all around her, took her in his arms.
Chapter Seven
For an instant, Joel thought she was dead.
The fire extinguished, he strode toward the bed, where she lay wide-eyed and still as death. Something clawed at his stomach. It might have been fear, or fury; he didn’t pause to analyze it. Instinct propelled him onto the bed to seize her in his arms. She let out a gasp that almost felled him with relief. He barely noticed that the smoke alarm had belatedly gone off.
“I saw her,” Aurora whispered. “I saw Valborga. She sent the fire.”
“No, Aurora, it was only an accidental fire. Probably a short circuit in a wire or something.” But again he recalled the lashing vines that had seemed determined to stop them leaving the castle and wasn’t so certain. The TV had been off. There was nothing that would’ve sparked an electrical fire.
Fuck, could any of Aurora’s fantasy actually be true? Was he actually going to believe in this entire story of enchantment and evil fairies? Was there really some pissed off paranormal being trying to hurt Aurora? If so, he had to be ready for another attack.
But no, that was nuts, insane, impossible.
“It was her,” Aurora uttered. “I know it. She is still after me. Why does she hate me so? Even as a child, I used to shrivel when she looked at me with a smile on her lips and such fury in her eyes…”
Joel continued to cradle her in his arms for another moment, then urged her to rise from the bed. “Come on. The alarm system has gone off and they’ll be evacuating the hotel. We should dress.”
Joel jerked on clothes and shoes, while Aurora did the same, then he ushered her from the room. In the hallway, other guests were coming out of their rooms and chattering nervously about the possibility of a fire. Everyone went downstairs and waited outside in the pre-dawn gray, huddled in robes and slippers or dressed in clothing, depending on whether they’d taken the alarm very seriously.
Joel found the night manager and explained that the fire appeared to center in the TV in his room, which suggested an electrical short. He hoped the firefighters would find some perfectly pedestrian explanation for the blaze. The truck arrived, sirens blaring so loudly Aurora covered her ears and trembled in Joel’s embrace.
It didn’t take the crew long to check out the hotel and give the all-clear so the guests could return to their rooms. The manager offered Joel and Aurora another room for the remainder of the night, but he refused. It was nearly morning and he was ready to pack and leave this burg behind before something else happened.
“I’m taking you home to Gwyn City with me,” he told Aurora. “Then we’ll figure out what comes next.”
“Yes, Joel,” she replied, seemingly in shock or else lost in thought as she followed him back to the room.
She’d been withdrawn ever since the fire. If she wasn’t traumatized by the blaze, she probably was by what had happened just before it. They hadn’t yet discussed the night time groping that had turned into full scale sex. Joel didn’t want to talk about it now so he concentrated on packing their smoke-infused clothing. He just wanted to get on the road. Luckily, Aurora wasn’t clamoring for a discussion either. Hell, maybe it was best to put the night behind them and never mention what had happened at all.
Except the thing wasn’t going to go away. Sex stood between them now like an invisible hedge. Sex with a virgin, who he’d promised would be safe sharing a bed with him. Sex that he hadn’t even had the pleasure of finishing. Despite the disturbance of the fire and its aftermath, a low pulse of desire still throbbed in his groin. Even now he wanted her.
Joel glanced at Aurora, carefully folding the last of her purchases and returning them to the shopping bag. “Are you ready? You can catch some more sleep in the taxi if you’re tired, but I really want to leave this place.”
“I think she can find me wherever I go. Whatever magic is linking us has survived the centuries. I don’t believe it’s going to end until I’m dead—or she is.” Aurora sounded much older as she made this solemn pronouncement. “Whatever has caused Valborga’s vendetta against me, her determination hasn’t wavered in over a thousand years.”
Joel shifted his feet uncomfortably, but she could well have a point. Whatever had happened to her, she had been left alone and unconscious up at the castle, and something or someone had set fire to this room. The threat to her was real.
“Power,” he said reluctantly. “That’s what usually fuels grudges. Someone has it. Someone else wants it. Maybe your enemy feels she was cheated out of something.”
“She said something about me standing in the way of her plans and needing something from me. What could I possibly have that she wants?”
He shook his head as he shouldered his bag. At least he could consider her problem more easily in those terms. “I don’t know, but we’ll figure it out somehow.”
On the ride to the airp
ort, Joel almost broached the subject of his inappropriate behavior in the night. But he didn’t want the taxi driver to overhear, and besides, the trip was brief. Then they were at the airport and there were travel preparations to deal with. He couldn’t figure out a way to get Aurora on board a commercial flight without paperwork, so he simply chartered a private jet to fly them to Linderwylde.
She stared out the window with amazement as the plane took off from the runway and rose higher until the mountains of Schlaushagen were blue shadows below them.
“This machine is flying and you say it is not magic?” She turned to Joel, her eyes shining. “What a remarkable time you live in. What wonders men have devised.”
“I guess so.” He smiled. The girl had an uncanny knack for making his jaded eyes see the world anew and to marvel at it as he hadn’t done since he was very young.
“Tell me about this place you’re from,” she ordered imperiously.
Her wish was his command, and it kept him from having to tackle the sex topic, so Joel told her everything he could think of about Linderwylde. The country was as old as Schlaushagen and much of its history was shrouded in mystery. Only the childish or gullible believed the old tales that the gold on which the country’s prosperity was founded came from some magic underworld. Hard work, enterprise and ingenuity were the qualities that had really made Linderwylde the most powerful, successful nation in the world.
“We’ll land in the capital, Gwyn City,” Joel finished.
He fell silent, drinking his bottled water and glancing at Aurora’s profile as she looked out the window at the clouds. In the clothes she wore now, she could be any modern girl, but to him the very tilt of her chin and the fineness of her features proclaimed she was special. The idea of bloodlines and breeding had always been lost on Joel, a self-made man, but he swore he could see royal grace in Aurora’s slightest gesture.
He touched her arm, and she turned to him. “I think we need to talk about last night. Not the fire, but what happened before.” He drew a deep breath and blurted out an apology. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to attack you like that. At first I thought I was dreaming, but when I woke up, I didn’t stop. I should have, but I didn’t.”
She frowned. “You think what we did together was wrong? Well, of course you do. You’re practically engaged to that woman Vee.”
“No, it’s not because of that. She and I have no formal commitment to each other. I don’t feel guilty about Vee. I feel bad because I promised you it was safe to share a bed and then I was all over you.”
“I could have stopped you.”
“But you’re innocent. You didn’t know what you were getting into. It was up to me to put on the brakes.”
Her lush lips pressed together in a tight line. “I’m not a child, despite what you seem to think. I know my own mind. I know what I want. I’m sorry you feel guilty and wish it had never happened, because I very much enjoyed what we did.”
“You did?”
“Couldn’t you tell?” Her brows were drawn together in a scowl that only made her more beautiful.
Joel remembered her soft moans and the way her body had moved beneath his, how her lips had molded to his and her hands had clutched at him. His cock began to swell in response to the memory. “Well, yes, I noticed, but it was still wrong of me to take advantage.”
Her glare grew more fierce. “You’re still using words that suggest I’m a child or mentally incompetent. I’m a grown woman. I may not have had any choice about sleeping for a thousand years, but now that I’m awake, I make my own decisions. If I choose to kiss you or have…sexual congress with you, I don’t need to be protected from my inclinations. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Your Highness.” Joel realized he wasn’t being ironic. The address tripped off his tongue as naturally as if he’d been her subject all his life.
“Good.” She turned back to the window with a little flounce that made him grin. He was glad she didn’t see his smile. It would’ve made her angrier.
The pilot’s voice over the intercom announced they were beginning their descent. The plane hit a little turbulence and began to pitch as it dropped. Aurora grew tense and gripped the armrests. Joel covered her hand with his until they touched down.
Since there were only the two of them on the eight-passenger jet, disembarking and gathering their baggage took only minutes. They walked through the terminal slowly as Aurora was distracted by the crowds and the shops. Joel hailed a cab from the queue in front of the building, and soon they were cutting through downtown traffic on the way to his apartment building.
As he took the bags from the trunk of the cab, Aurora stood on the sidewalk, shading her eyes and looking up to the top of the building. “You live here? It is like a castle.”
“It’s not all mine, just one apartment near the top. Apartments are like rented rooms,” he explained.
“Like the one we stayed in last night? I thought you were quite wealthy. I don’t understand. Why do you only have a rented room and not a proper home?” Aurora cradled the bag with her crumpled ball gown against her as if this link to her past might guard against all the changes coming at her so fast.
“More rooms than one. You’ll see.” He paid the driver, who was looking at Aurora curiously as he listened in on the conversation, and then Joel ushered Aurora into the foyer of the building.
She was impressed by the elevator. “I can barely feel it moving,” she exclaimed, then gasped and clutched his arm when it came to a sudden stop and the doors slid open.
Joel was surprised at the trepidation he felt as he unlocked the door to his apartment. He’d never been one to care much about people’s opinions. He’d grown up dirt poor, but hadn’t overcompensated by buying flashy cars, clothes or big boy toys to show off to others. But at this moment, he very much wanted Aurora to be a little impressed by the place where he lived. Of course, it was no castle, but in many ways it was superior to the medieval simplicity of her former home.
He felt a warm sense of satisfaction as she put down her bags and wandered around the open space, making approving murmurs. “Oh my, this carpeting is so soft. The amber shade of this upholstery is lovely.” She brushed a hand along the back of the couch, then hurried over to the shelving unit. “So many books! And you can see the entire city from this window.”
Then her attention was caught by the flat screen TV nestled in an alcove on one wall. She clasped her hands together in an attitude of worship as she stared at it. “You have a television. It’s even bigger than the one in the hotel last night. Can you make it show stories?”
He smiled. “Absolutely. But first let’s unpack and launder our clothes. Even those that were in the bags reek of smoke.”
“Wash our own clothes?” Her attention broke away from the blank TV screen as she stared at him in dismay.
“Most people don’t have servants these days, but we do have all kinds of machines that make work easy. I’ll show you.” He led her to the closet off the kitchen and demonstrated how to start a load in the washing machine.
“That is simply magical,” she exclaimed as she watched the washer fill with water and begin to churn before Joel put the lid down. “But with such marvelous inventions and people no longer hiring servants, what does it leave for the common folk to do for a living?”
“New inventions open new industries. The work people do has changed over the years. More jobs require skilled rather than unskilled labor. There’s no doubt that evolution has caused some trouble along the way, but life is all about change, and people learn to adapt.” Joel beckoned her to follow him and led her to his bedroom.
One glance at his bed and he realized how she might misinterpret his intention. “I’ll find you something clean to wear so you can wash what you have on. You can take another shower to get the smoke smell out of your hair.”
He focused on pulling a T-shirt and sweats from his dresser drawer and kept his mind off the bed that called him like a siren and his cock that
began to rise at the mere thought of her lying in his bed. His reaction to Aurora was almost unnatural. It was as if he’d never had a woman in his apartment before, as if he didn’t deal with women on a daily basis at work, or as if he was some teenage boy who’d never been laid. Her presence made him jumpy, nervous, hungry and horny beyond all reason.
Joel slammed the dresser drawer closed with a little more force than necessary and handed Aurora the clothes. “They’ll be big for you, but at least they’re clean. Bathroom’s over here.”
He led her to the one off his bedroom. It contained a huge, luxurious spa of a tub and a lot of gleaming chrome and dull black tiling. “Maybe you’d like a bath instead of a shower.” He went over and started filling the tub with visions of Aurora in bubbles floating in his head.
“Thank you, Joel. You’ve been so kind in every way since the moment you woke me up in the castle. I appreciate everything you’ve done for me.”
He straightened from turning on the tap, and she stood right beside him, looking up at him with those wide hazel eyes, so sincere.
“No problem,” he murmured faintly, his voice seeming to come from miles away as her eyes drew him in. Then he was leaning toward her, slipping an arm around her waist and drawing her up tight against him as he kissed her.
“Mm,” she moaned into his mouth. Her hands curved over his shoulders, holding on, and she snuggled her body even closer to his.
