by Stone, Ciana
Leonidas listened to the sounds of destruction from the next room and smiled. He knew exactly what had her so enraged. Truth be told, this newlywed act was a strain on him as well. Not to mention thoughts of that one taste he’d had of her.
Even now he longed to march into the next room, and as the humans were fond of saying, nail her to the wall. But that posed dangers. Shilah awakened things inside him he’d thought had irrevocably died with his wife.
Was his attraction to her a betrayal of the love he’d once known? That question brought a rush of anger on its heels. To think that this child could replace something as deep and abiding as he had known was foolish. She knew nothing of commitment. She was little more than a spoiled princess, playing at soldier and overdue for a long hard fuck.
Which was something he could provide. He knew how to keep his emotions secured, hidden away where they could not hurt him. Perhaps he should indulge himself in whatever enjoyment she could provide until this mission was done.
Yes, why not? He rose and strode into the room, barely missing the vase that sailed by his head and shattered against the wall behind him.
“Shilah.”
She whirled at the sound of his voice and raised her hand, her index finger pointed at him. “Mark my words, Leonidias Kahnn, if you so much as touch me I will rip your heart from your chest and toss your lifeless body overboard for the fish.”
He laughed at her rage. “I tremble.”
“You asshole!” She screamed again, and kicked over a marble and wood table, sending it crashing into the wall.
When that, apparently, did not satisfy her, she raced across the room and started tugging at the Japanese katana mounted on the wall with a collection of other antique blades.
That sent Leonidas into motion. A sword in the hands of anyone angered was dangerous. In Shilah’s hands, it was lethal. He’d seen her train. Like her mother, she was one of the most accomplished of their warriors with a blade.
He hooked one arm around her waist and swung her away from the wall. Shilah broke free and turned on him, eyes flashing. “Hands off, Nurian!”
It was intended as an insult and hit the mark. Long had the Nurians suffered under the yoke of the D’Harahn, her father’s people. Still, even knowing that the anger was at the situation rather than directly at him, did not stop the rush of fire that had his mind and body sharpening to battle focus.
“D’Harahn bitch,” he hissed.
His insult evoked the expected response. With a growl, she came at him.
He countered her attack, deflecting the blow and followed with a lighting-fast tw-punch combination. She evaded the first blow, but the second found its mark and air exploded from her lungs as her diaphragm contracted.
She went after him with a vengeance, landed one kickon the side of his face, then feinted and dodged to one side and kicked again.
This time, he anticipated her moved, grabbed her ankle and before she could prepare, twisted. That forced her to to either go with the twist, or suffer a dislocated knee. She chose the former and propelled her body into a spin.
The momentum broke his hold and had her landing several feet away. She backed away as he advanced. For a moment he thought she would launch another attack but she surprised him by darting around him and heading for the door.
He pivoted and went after her. She flew up the stairs and he dove at her, wrapping one arm around her midsection and taking her down with him.
They hit the deck and rolled in different directions. Shilah bounded to her feet at almost the same moment as he.
“Back off,,” she warned.
“Or?” he taunted with his tone.
“You cocky bastard. You really think you can take me?”
Shilah knew her taunt was empty, but getting a rise out of him might be her obnly real advantage. He was bigger and stronger. Maybe even faster. All she had was mental. If she could get him off balance, then she had a chance.
He laughed at her.”
Shilah mentally cursed the thrill that sliced through her at the obvious hunger in his voice. It cost her seconds that she could not spare. She had just enough time to throw up an arm block and deflect his punch so that it whizzed by her right ear.
Leonidas pressed forward relentlessly. It took all Shilah had to avoid or block his punches and kicks. He was like a machine, leaving no openings for attack. All she could do was defend, try to outlast him and hope that he would tire from the attack and leave himself open.
Minutes ticked by, the sound of their harsh breath and impact of their blows the only sounds. Shilah pressed harder, annoyed at her increasing lack of focus. The energy rolling off Leonidas was so strong, so vitally male, it had her far too aware of her rising desire.
What a breathtaking sight he was. His eyes glittered like a wild beast, the color darkened to that of dark bronze while his muscles bunched and lengthened with his strikes. The air sizzled with his speed.
It woke something inside her that she hadn’t known she possessed and she felt herself grow wet. She wanted him. Wanted him to best he, to be man enough to overwhelm her, to take everything she had to dish out and more. With no other thoughts in her mind, she exploded into attack mode.
Leonidas sensed the change in her a split second before she launched her offensive. He smelled her, the sweet musk of her pussy. It enveloped him like a spell and made him burn for her. That was no surprise. Battle stirred his blood like nothing else.
What was a shock was the new hunger it ignited inside him. He wanted not just to physically best her, but to dominate her, to conquer her then take all he wanted of her.
The primal male within recognized that was what she wanted. Shilah was not a woman who would give herself to a man. She would take from a man, dominate him if he was not strong enough. As D’Harahn and a trained warrior she was accustomed to being the conqueror but inside was the call of a female begging to be subjugated.
Leonidas realized that he wanted to be that man. This was not a matter of bonding with a ShaDahn for political gain, or as a means of propogating his bloodline. This was the need of a man who recognized a woman suited to be his mate. A woman who could match his fire and fury, withstand his passion and deliver equal shares of her own.
He deflected her opening salvo and countered with judo moves, forcing the fight to be waged up close. He grabbed her arm, twisting and turning so that he ended up behind her, her arm bent up behind her back, hips arching backward to relieve the pressure.
For a second he thought he had her. Her ass ground back against him and her free hand came up to grab a fistful of hair. That’s when he realized his mistake.Showing superior skill and leverage, she flipped him over her shoulder.
Leonidas hit and rolled, scissoring his legs to catch her ankle and send her flying. He was on her the moment she hit the floor. They rolled over and over, each trying to gain the advantage.
The contact of their bodies was electric. His dick thickened to full erection, pressing against her belly. Her eyes widened and he pressed the advantage, rolling her over onto her back and pinning her hands to the floor as he straddled her body.
“Get off me,” she warned in a husky voice.
“Or?” he challenged.
“Or prove you can fuck as well as you fight.”
Leonidas’s face tightened and his eyes blazed. For a moment, Shilah he was going to opt for battle. Then he stretched out on the length of her, brought her imprisoned hands up above her head and claimed her in a kiss of savage passion.
It was exactly what she wanted. She gave no thought to the curious eyes she was sure would be watching. They didn’t matter. Only this mattered. She returned the kiss with need as great and demanding as what was given, their tongues battling for dominance, bodies straining into one another.
He pulled back from the kiss and sat up but kept her pinned between his knees. She saw the fire that burned in his eyes and welcomed it. Let him burn her, she had fire of her own.. His hands moved to her breasts, g
athering them up, lifting and pushing them together, his thumbs roughly tracking over her nipples.
Shilah gasped at the riot of sensation that radiated from her nipples and raced down the length of her body, finding home in her pussy. She started to reach for him, to pull him back to her hungry lips but he resisted.
“No,” he growled. “Put your hands back. On the mat, over your head.”
Her first thought was to argue. She was not submissive. No man had ever dominated her in that way.
“Now,” he added in a voice that had a shiver running down her spine. It was a tone she knew well. The tone of command.
“Do it, Shilah.” His voice was a sexy rasp. “Do it and I’ll give you what you need.”
“What makes you think you know what I need, Leonidas?
She felt cool air against her breasts as his hot hands released them. A fraction of a second later she gasped as he pinched her nipples, rolling them between index fingers and thumbs.
“What’ve you got to lose, Shilah?” he whispered, lowering his head to one breast to flick his tongue over one taut nipple. With that Leonidas sucked her nipple into his mouth, the heat and wetness searing her and making her want to dig her fingers into his flesh. She couldn’t take it. Couldn’t lie passive.
Her hands moved, one fisting in his hair, pulling him more firmly against her breast and the other inching between them to work at the button of his jeans.
Leonidas pushed up, letting her unfasten his pants. “Take them off,” she breathed. “I want to feel you. Taste you.”
“Ladies first,” he said with a smile and rose to let her slide her legs from beneath him.
She did not move from her place on the floor. She simply rolled her hips off the floor, bringing her feet up over her head to strip off her soft-soled shoes and toss them aside.
With her legs still in the air, she reached behind her hips and peeled the spandex down, baring her ass, then legs as she worked the material up to her feet and then tossed it aside.
She felt his gaze on her like something tangible. Slowly she spread her legs and lowered them, bending her knees as she placed her feet on either side of his knees. His face wore a wolfish look, dark eyes pinned on her pussy.
“Your turn,” she whispered, letting her hand trail down from her knees to the junction of her thighs, cupping her wet sex and barring it from his view.
Leonidas smiled and stood, working his jeans down over his hips. Shilah felt like cheering when his cock sprang free. Thick and long, it stood at attention. He divested himself of the jeans and shoes, and peeled his shirt up over his head.
She didn’t give him time to get it off before she was on her knees in front of him, one hand clasped firmly around the base of his cock and the other winding around behind him to grab his tight ass and pull him toward her eager mouth.
Her tongue flicked at the tip of his erection, drawing a sharp intake of breath from him that made her look up. “Come here,” he growled, winding one hand in her hair to pull her to her feet.
His lips descended on hers in a kiss that seared through her body, making even the bottom of her feet burn. His body was hot against hers, hard, long and lean. She exulted in the fact that she had to look up to meet his eyes when the kiss ended. At five foot eight, she was not a short woman. Leonidas towered over her by good eight or nine inches, so tall and massive that it made her feel small in comparison.
As his lips moved to her neck, working across her shoulder in licks and bites, his hand moved between her legs, stroking and probing. She did not think to stifle the lusty moan his touch inspired. As if enflamed by the sound, he claimed her lips in a rough kiss and rammed his fingers inside her. She moaned into his mouth, moving against his questing fingers.
“I’m going to have you, Shilah,” he spoke against her lips, nipping at her chin and working his way down. “Every way I can think of. And I’ll not stop until I’ve had my fill and you’re too sore to take any more.”
“Promises, promises,” she whispered lustily.
Leonidas raised his head to look into her eyes, his hand still tangled in her hair pulling her head back sharply. She gasped slightly, arching back to relieve the pressure. His mouth closed on her breast, feasting.
She groaned as he gave a light bite to one nipple but it was not a cry of pain or sign of displeasure. Rather, it was a sound of hunger.
Still latched onto her breast, he forced her back onto the floor, continuing the sublime torture as she reached for his dick, circling it with both hands. “Now,” she urged, pressing her pelvis up against him.
He raised his head from her aching breast and smiled. “Not by a long shot.” He grabbed her legs behind the knees and spread her legs wide, raising her hips off the floor.
Her body jerked as his tongue lapped at her wet folds, sucking her labia into his mouth then working his tongue up her length to suck on her clit. “Oh god,” she moaned as his tongue worked down to plunge inside her pussy.
He lowered her to the floor, pressing her knees back and wide. “Hold your knees,” he ordered and as soon as she complied, leaned down to spread her pussy wide, exposing her clit.
His tongue flicked over it, circling and teasing before capturing it in his mouth, sucking on it with that talented tongue tracing over the head. Shilah’s fingers dug into her own flesh as she spread her legs wider, wanting more, feeling the approach of a wave.
He pressed two fingers into her pussy, stroking deep as he continued to suck on her clit. It was more than she could withstand. With a great shudder she exploded. Before the wave had crested, he pulled her forward, pressing the head of his cock at the entrance of her sex.
The wave intensified, leaving her mindless to everything but the sensations. She moaned as the head of his cock penetrated, stretching her wide. He pushed slowly, deeper and deeper inside, until the length of him was embedded inside her.
Shilah had never felt so full. Her pussy felt stretched to its maximum, alternately clenching on the hardness that impaled her, and all the while riding an orgasm that had her quivering and whimpering.
He stroked slow inside her, surfing on the energy of her climax, stretching it out so that each time it started to subside, his pace would increase, driving harder and deeper. She felt like a drawn bow, taut and vibrating like a plucked string, unable to control the onslaught of sensation that had her writhing against him in ecstatic abandon.
“More,” she moaned when his movements slowed. “Give me all of it. Take me hard, Leonidas. Now.”
“Play with your clit,” he replied.
“I can’t come twice that way,” she argued.
“Yes, you can. You will. Do it, Shilah. Show me.”
Her hands moved between her legs, spreading her pussy to reveal her clit. His eyes were glued to her hands, watching as she ran one finger over the hardening bud, stroking first with o ne finger, then two.
He measured his pace in time with her, at first slow then increasing as her body began to tense with impending release. At the first vibration, he drove deep inside her, pounding deep and hard. Shilah screamed in pleasure and pushed up, forcing him back so that she straddled him.
With ever faster strokes she rode him, her nipples brushing his chest as her fingers dug into the top of his shoulders.
He groaned as her pussy started to contract rapidly, milking his cock in strong pulls. As she crested he let go, his dick pulsing in time with her contractions, riding the wave of orgasm together, until at last they were released. Shilah let her head fall onto his shoulder, feeling the rapid beat of his heart. His arms circled her, pulling her closer, skin slicked with sweat meeting and mingling.
For a long time he held her then drew back and looked into her eyes.
“What?” she asked.
“Just curious. Do I fuck as well as I fight?”
Shilah laughed in delight. “Honey, there’s no doubt about it. You get a gold medal.”
“I’d rather have more of you,” he replied.
> She raised one eyebrow, feeling her pussy clench in excitement. “You think you’re ready for round two, big guy?”
He answered by rolling her over and slid inside her. Shilah screamed in pleasure as he pounded against her. On and on, waves of pleasure rolling over her and robbing her of coherent thought. He invaded her mind as well as her body, driving the pleasure to heights she had not thought possible.
As a violent spasm began to claim her, Leonidas pinned her to him, her internal contractions gripping him in overwhelming sensations. Held tightly within her wet, pulsing center he erupted, waves of ecstasy washing through him.
After a few moments he laid her back on the floor, looking down at her. How unfortunate that this was part of the job and not just the two of them alone in a place with no prying eyes or duty to fulfill. As much as he hated to admit it, something inside him already knew that here was the woman who could bring back something he thought was lost to him forever.
That thought came equipped with a passenger. Guilt. He’d known fulfillment, known what it meant to be mated, bonded as one. That had been taken from him, leaving him as empty as the desert from when he was spawned.
To have found another who could offer to fill him once again, and to have her be the child of the family that had stripped him of everything he held dear was cruel irony.
“Cover yourself,” he snarled and got to his feet..
Shilah had seen the abrupt change. She’d felt it when his satisfaction morphed into anger. She didn’t understand it but at the moment she had no time to ponder it either. At least three sets of curious eyes watched.
Knowing they had been observed made her feel decidedly uncomfortable. She could blame it on staying in character and claim it had all been an act but that wouldn’t change the fact that she’d just had sex in public.
Or that she’d enjoyed it and wanted more. And that was the biggest problem of all. She wanted Leonidas. Not just for the moment. She wanted him to be hers. The question was, how the hell was she going to make that happen?
