Collared By The Warrior

by Daniella Wright

  I immediately went to Alan to tell him Luna was missing. I was half-panicked and knew that I must have looked crazy, because an expression of concern passed over his face before I even opened my mouth.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked, sitting up on the edge of the bed, already putting his shoes on. “Tell me.”

  “Luna’s gone.”

  “What do you mean, she’s gone? Where?”

  I shook my head. “I don’t know, Alan. She overheard me talking to Eric on the phone and she bolted. I have no idea where she is, but we have to find her.”

  He nodded and pulled on his jacket. My brother and I were close but he often looked at me as if I were nuts or doing something wrong. He chided me often, but I thought that it was just basic big brother stuff. This time, he knew how serious I was. Not only would losing the person we were protecting put her in danger, but he knew how I felt about her too. I had told him one night when he asked me how serious we were, told him too that she was still hesitant to go through with her feelings for me. I had vented for a good hour and he had listened, not offering advice. Romance was not his strong suit. But he did understand, so he led the way out of the room and down the stairs, not taking time to wait for the elevator.

  We climbed into his car and started off in a random direction, unsure of where to go. There was no way to tell where she might have gone or even if she was staying still. For all we knew, she could be on the move right now, growing further and further away from us even as she drove. I rolled down the window and lit a cigarette, something I did only when I was very nervous. The thought of losing her entirely made me sick to my stomach, made my head spin with regret and sadness.

  We were on a main road when we saw smoke to the north of us, a soft stream that billowed upward in a dark fog. We decided to go in that direction in case somebody was hurt—neither of us could have driven by without checking. As we pulled down the road, I saw that it was Luna’s car. She had hit a tree and been pinned inside, the whole front end of her car crumpled. I opened my door before Alan had even stopped completely and ran to her car, desperately pulling on the handle of her door. She was unconscious inside. I prayed that she was okay, that she was alive. I managed to break out the glass of the backseat window and climbed through, carefully moving her from front to back and handing her small frame through the window into Alan’s waiting arms. I climbed out and took her from him, sitting down and cradling her head in my lap. Her hair was wet and matted with blood, her face pale and bruised. She was breathing, though, and she had a pulse, though it was faint. I whispered for her to wake up, please wake up, and kissed her forehead before standing and pulling her on top of me in the backseat of the car.

  The drive to the hospital was a quiet one. Once, Alan asked me if she was still breathing. He sighed in relief when I told him yes. I held her delicately in my arms, whispering to her, telling her that I loved her and how beautiful she was and how perfect she made me feel. We pulled up to the hospital and I carried her in, shouting for someone to help us. After a few moments, she was on a stretcher and they were wheeling her away and out of my sight.

  Chapter 6: Luna

  I woke to the beam of fluorescent lights above. I blinked back the pain that suddenly pierced my eyes with the light and looked around. I was in a hospital room, hooked up to an IV with an oxygen tube in my nose. I noticed, too, that Jett was beside me sleeping, his head resting on the edge of the bed. He’d found me.

  I panicked and took the oxygen tube out of my nose, then went about trying to carefully remove the IV in my arm. I managed to get it out and tried slipping out of bed but found that I was too dizzy to move, too lightheaded to even walk. Jett woke up them and blinked against the light, then saw how upset I was.

  “Calm down, Luna,” he said in a soft voice, taking my hand in his. I jerked it away and tried again to stand, but my body wouldn’t comply.

  “Please,” he said. “You’re hurt. Stay still. I won’t hurt you.”

  I felt helpless and pained. I started to cry and pulled away from him when he tried to comfort me by stroking my back, though his touch was all I truly wanted. He had betrayed me and was going to kill me, but still I loved him.

  “Let me explain,” he pleaded. “I’ll explain everything. Please, Luna.”

  “No,” I snapped. “You were just hunting me. You betrayed me and you’re trying to kill me. Get out, now. And know that I’m going to run the minute I have the chance.”

  “No, no, Luna, that’s not what I’m trying to do. I promise. Please listen to me.”

  I stayed still. I didn’t want to hear what he had to say but I wanted to believe him. I needed an explanation, I knew, because without it I would be forever hurt and lost without him.

  “Fine,” I said.

  He sighed. “A few months ago, before we met, I was hired by Eric. To find you, yes, but to protect you. I never had the intention of hurting you and I never would.”

  I listened quietly, studying his face for any signs of a lie. He did look like he was being honest and his eyes were pleading with him to believe me.

  “Eric never wanted to see you die. He couldn’t go against the boss but he didn’t want you dead. He considers you a friend.”

  I laughed bitterly. “If he cared about me he wouldn’t have forced me into this line of work. He never would have let people hunt me.”

  Jett took my hand and this time, I let him. He looked relieved and squeezed it gently, stroking my thumb with his.

  “What am I doing here? How did I get here?”

  “I found your car. Alan and I had been looking for you for hours. We brought you here. I was so afraid, Luna, so afraid that you would die. I would have done anything to save you.”

  We were quiet for a moment. I looked into his eyes and found nothing but love there, but knew just as well that it could have been only my imagination. I had to know.

  “Was I just another job for you? Just another detail to take? I want you to telling me if you were just using me. I need to know, Jett.”

  He shook his head, looking tired. “Luna, I love you. I’m very much in love with you. At first it was just a job, but my feelings for you were just my own. And they’ll continue, if you want. I’d like that very much.”

  I thought for a moment, holding his hand. I wanted so badly for it all to be true. I wanted badly to have him as mine, to live our lives together. It didn’t take long for me to decide to take him back. It was all I really wanted. I leaned over to kiss him softly, felt him smile and kiss me back. Despite my pounding headache, the kiss continued, went on and on and grew more passionate as it went. He wrapped his hand behind my neck and held me close to him, then brought his lips to my throat and planted a soft kiss there. I knew I was taking a risk in trusting him after the lies he’d told me, but something was telling me that I needed to. Everything in my body was screaming for me to give him a chance, that he would protect me. Everything I felt told me it would be alright. The genuine look of love in his eyes promised me so. But I had to be sure.

  “I love you,” I told him softly. “I love you so much, Jett. But you have to promise me you’ll never lie to me again. I couldn’t bear it.”

  “I promise,” he said, kissing my lips again. “I promise, sunshine. I’m yours. I’m an open book. I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”

  “Anything?” I asked. He nodded.

  “Tell me you love me again.”

  He grinned, leaned forward to kiss my forehead.

  “I love you, Luna. Forever.”

  Chapter 7: Jett

  Luna was released the following day; she’d had a mild concussion and had needed stitches along her scalp where she’d cut it. She was lucky, more than lucky, that she hadn’t been killed in the wreck, which had totaled her car.

  I took her home to the hotel and helped her into bed, then crawled in afterward and lay on my side to look at her. She looked so beautiful that I leaned forward to kiss her softly on the lips. She responded in turn, kissi
ng me back, slipping her tongue between my lips. There was more passion to the kiss than I’d intended and I was surprised when she wrapped her leg around my waist to pull my hips to hers. I knew that meant she was wet and ready for me already, that all I’d have to do was slip inside of her to pleasure her from within. The thought made me kiss her more deeply and run my hand down her back to grip her ass with one palm.

  “What are you thinking?” I asked her, grinning.

  “I want you to fuck me,” she breathed, looking up into my eyes. Hers were so bright and pure and full of honest lust that drove me wild. Against everything my body was telling me to do, I slid out of bed, leaned down to kiss her forehead.

  “You need rest,” I said, stroking her hair. She did look pale, still, and she’d had some trouble walking from the elevator to the bed. “The doctor said three days until you can do any real activity.”

  She groaned. “Three days? You won’t touch me for three days?”

  “I didn’t say that,” I said, touching her thighs with my fingertips, tracing them upward in a way that made her moan and clamp her legs together to provide friction to soothe her need. I spread her legs with my palms and lifted her dress over her hips. She really was wet, soaking through her panties so that there was a translucent spot just over her mound that showed me each delicate fold between her legs. I pulled her panties down around her ankles and moved my hands back up to her thighs, kissed each one delicately before positioning my mouth over her mound and parting her lower lips with my thumbs. I licked her from the top to the bottom of her slit and she moaned when my tongue touched her sensitive bud. I began to pulse my tongue against it gently while pulling her legs over my shoulders and pinning her hips down with my hands.

  “Stop,” she breathed, trying to lift her hips to my face. “Let me move.”

  I shook my head no, tongue still working on her, dipping inside of her channel to fuck her tenderly. She clenched and squeezed on my tongue but could not move, instead sighed, frustrated, when I replaced it with my fingers and began to tease them in and out. No matter how hard she tried to fight against my grip, I held her, licking her little flower until she was mewling like a kitten.

  “I’m gonna come,” she moaned, almost whispering the words. I shook my head, gave her slit one last lap, then crawled up her body to look her in the face.

  “You’re going to come around my cock or not at all,” I said teasingly, taking her mouth with mine so that she could taste herself. I knew the mere flavor on her lips would drive her even crazier and make her desperate for more.

  “You’re not serious,” she said, studying my face.

  “Three days,” I said, grinning at her, and she looked like she wanted to slap me. Pouting, she reached down to try to rub between her legs but there was no sense, I knew, she wouldn’t really be able to come without me. The most she could do is squeeze out one small thunderbolt before she got frustrated and stopped. I knew because I’d made her finish that way before. She had not been happy then and she was far from happy now.

  “I hate you so much,” she hissed at me, but returned my kisses anyway. I replaced her hand on her mound with mine and stroked the skin there with my fingertips, bringing her to a frenzy that she couldn’t control.

  “Stop,” she said, rolling out of bed. “Get out of my room.”

  I laughed. “Really?”

  “Really,” she told me. “Out. For three days.”

  I stood up and bit my lip, staring at her with a small smile on my face. She looked like she was about to slap it off, so I kissed her softly and left her room without only a laugh and a promise to return.

  Chapter 8: Luna

  I invited him back in that night, unable to sleep without the presence of his body next to mine. I dressed in the tiniest slip I could find in my wardrobe and left my room, walking boldly a few steps down to knock on his door and praying that it would be Jett who answered rather than Alan. He did, looked me up and down while licking his top lip. My nipples were barely covered by the thin fabric and the soft dark curls above my mound were visible too. I tilted my head up to capture his mouth in a kiss, pressed against him sweetly, rubbing my body against his hard cock.

  “Come back,” I whispered. “I want to sleep with you.”

  “Sleep,” he said in a low growl. “Right.”

  I smiled, then took his hand and led him into my room. I really was feeling better—a little weak sometimes, dizzy if I stood up too quick. But I was more than ready to fuck him, to feel his cock stretching me out. I wanted it so bad because of the way he looked, unshaven from spending the night with me in the hospital, and the way he smelled, the faint hint of the cologne he’d put on the night before still noticeable on his clothes and skin.

  Inside, I laid down on the bed and brought him with me, curling up with my back to his chest. He wrapped his arm around me and moved close, kissing the back of my neck. His cock was distracting against my ass—it was all I could think about. I ground back against it in silence, eliciting a sigh from him that filled my body with desire. I reached behind me and slipped my hand down the front of his sleep pants, taking his hard, hot cock into my hand and teasing it with my fingers.

  “Luna,” he warned, putting his hand over mine to still it. “Three days.”

  “That doesn’t mean I can’t play with you,” I said, stroking the bottom of his length with my thumb. He inhaled sharply, his hips jerking against my hand, and I pumped at his cock when he let me go. He was mesmerized, kissing the back of my neck, burying his face in my hair as I stroked and played with him. After a moment, he pulled back, breathing heavily into my ear.

  “Not yet,” he said, but I flipped over to face him and found his tongue with my own. I kissed him like I was drowning, kissed him so fiercely our bodies found each other again and we were pressed tight together. I pushed him down onto his back and crawled on top of his body, moving downward, placing hot, open-mouthed kisses over his chest and abdomen. When my face was level with his cock I opened my mouth and took just the head of it in, tasting the salty pre-come that had formed at the tip. I spread it around the entire head and sucked on it gently, using my hand to stroke the rest of his shaft. I brought him more into my mouth very slowly, sucking on him, making his hands ball into fists at his sides. I knew he was trying to keep from yanking my body on top of his and pulling me down to impale his cock so that he could fuck me right then. But he was sticking to his rule, his self-control like iron, lying mostly still while I pulled him all the way into my mouth and withdrew him again. I felt his eyes, hot on my face, as they watched me suck on his cock. After a while I could feel his cock throbbing and twitching, close to erupting on my tongue. I pulled my face away then and swiped the length of it one more time with my tongue before climbing back up over him. I kissed his lips and he kissed me back forcefully as I straddled his lap, then began sliding back and forth over the outside of his cock, my lower lips parted around his length, soaking him with my honey.

  “Three days?” I asked, letting the head of his shaft hit my bud. I could come like this and I intended to, even if he refused to properly fuck me.

  He looked up at my face and I thought he’d give in for a moment, thought he’d use his hand to guide himself inside of me. Instead, he lifted me by the hips up and off of him.

  “Yep,” he said, slightly out of breath, smiling. He pulled up his sleep pants and leaned down to kiss me, then disappeared out the door.

  For two more days we teased each other, trying to see if I could make him give in. He just wanted to see me beg, and though I hated to do so, I had found myself pleading with him to fuck me more than once. He would kiss me with a grin and shake his head, continuing whatever he was doing right up until the point that I’d come if I could. It was maddening, but satisfying to see him struggle to keep himself under control, suffering while I suffered.

  On the third morning I woke and he was sleeping beside me, his breathing slow and gentle. I didn’t want to, couldn’t wait. I straddl
ed his hips and woke him up by planting soft, insistent kisses on his mouth. He began to respond, eyes still closed, his lips parting to allow his tongue to slip against mine. I reached down to feel the length of his cock swollen in my palm, used my hand to guide him inside of me without further thought.

  He opened his eyes as I slid down onto him, gazing at me with a lazy smile on his face. I began to ride his lap, using his cock to pleasure myself, moving in just the right way so that he was hitting me right where I wanted him to. When he found the right spot he finally took my hips in his hands and began to move his body in time with mine, bumping up against it, grinding his cock into the sweet spot that only he couch reach. I moaned and squirmed against his lap, rocking up and down on his shaft while he thrust upward to meet my movements. I could have come there, would have, too, if he hadn’t sat up with me in his lap so that I was straddling his hips, our chests pressed together. He looked into my eyes as we fucked like that, grinding against each other, as close as we could possibly be.