by Lawna Mackie
“Have fun. Tell Kerrigan to behave himself.” Catz purred, tucking her nose beneath her tail, her breathing evening out quickly.
Meeka left the room and followed the lights heading back to the cave.
What did she mean by, ‘have fun?’
Anticipation filled every step she took. The fabric of her dress rasped over her sensitive nipples, irritating in the slow slide until they were hard, erect. She could feel the pressure, the heat pooling low in her belly, and closed her eyes. The ache built into a pulsing, throbbing need that consumed her.
* * * *
“Thank goodness, he hasn’t arrived yet.”
Meeka opened the door of the closet. “Something sexy…pale lilac with silver flecks. Short, teasing the curve of my behind, with matching panties.”
I can’t believe I’m wearing this.
The full-length mirror caught her image, and she gasped. Nervousness elbowed its way into her thoughts.
What if he still doesn’t want me? How will I possibly get over it? I’ve never wanted anyone so fully in my whole life. Well, it won’t be for a lack of trying on my part,
With a pinch of her cheeks, Meeka stepped resolutely over to the bed to wait for him.
She crawled onto the bed, sinking her hands into the velvety cover. Water trickled down the stream, putting her at ease as she closed her eyes. Sleep hadn’t been part of the plan, but she awoke to the sight of Kerrigan stalking toward her with a towel wrapped around his waist.
The bed shifted beneath her weight as she scooted back toward the headboard. Gasping, she bit her lip and held her breath. The look in his eyes hadn’t changed. She licked her lips and met his gaze, almost frightened by the savage passion she saw burning there.
Kerrigan stalked to the platform and knelt on the bed. He grasped her ankle tugging her toward him.
She whimpered, blood roaring in her ears as her lust fired. Squeaking in shock, she stared up into the hungry gaze of her soon-to-be lover. Meeka squeaked as he straddled her.
Any attempt to speak vanished as his lips devoured hers. His tongue brutally thrust into her mouth, seeking her softness. Meeka moaned, not believing what her body was feeling.
More.
It was the only thing she could think as she reached up, tugging on his hair and pulling him fully down onto her.
* * * *
Kerrigan tore his lips away from her and slowly slid his hand down the valley between her breasts. Her taut nipples strained against the silk as the back of his hand grazed over them.
She whimpered, her nails digging into the flesh of his shoulders as he moved down her body. With a single claw, he shredded the satin from her body, revealing the tanned flesh of his dreams. His mouth worshipped her breasts. The sweet tang of her scent sliced at the bonds of his control. Rational thought vanished. Sliding one hand along her thigh, he lifted her leg, draping it over his shoulder.
He lost himself in the insane compulsion to lose himself in her wet heat. With one hand, Kerrigan reached down and lifted her leg so it was bent at the knee.
She was so lovely, her legs so long and sexy. Her restraint excited him. Her gasp only fueled the fire burning within him driving him over the edge of sanity. Unable to tear his mouth away from her, he left a trail of hot kisses down to her navel. He turned his head to the side, licking her sensitive inner thigh.
Her skin is softer than the silk…
He brushed his cheek against her inner leg.
“God, Kerrigan… I need... Oh yes, please,” Meeka pleaded. “I want to feel you, want to…” Her voice trailed off on a high-pitched moan.
“Meeka, I have to taste you. Open yourself for me.”
Kerrigan panted as she let her legs fall open to him. He looked at her in absolute adoration. With shaky movements, he pulled her underwear to the side and dipped his head. Swollen, moist folds peeked teasingly at him, her essence glistening in the flickering of the lights.
He halted for a brief moment, trying to slow the building excitement. Hard, throbbing, his shaft leaked his precum along the sheets, the slow drag of the sensitive head sending shards of pleasure racing through his testicles. Her nails ran up and down his wide shoulders, encouraging him to continue.
Using his thumbs, he spread her, eying the pink flesh of her inner depths with delight. He glanced up along her body, taking in the flush of arousal on her skin, the sheen of sweat between her breasts, her closed eyes and parted lips. Dipping his head, he licked along her womanhood until he came to her nub. Flicking his tongue again and again, he pushed her closer and closer to orgasm. In an explosive climax, she lifted off the bed with a strangled cry. Blue and pink flames erupted from around their bodies.
Kerrigan lifted his head briefly to enjoy a sight that would never leave his memory for as long as he lived. Meeka’s body glowed with sexuality. She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He’d never tire of seeing her like this.
His body trembling, he slid a finger into her depths, probing, teasing, drawing her back to the heights of passion. Her hips arched, her voice a needy cry when he withdrew his finger. Groaning, he shifted, rising to loom over her, one hand curling around his cock as he brushed it against her core, lubing the head. He needed to be inside of her, to feel her soft flesh wrapped around his. He hadn’t forgotten she was a virgin, but there was no turning back now.
Meeka was still in the throes of ecstasy when her eyes met his. “Kerrigan, please make love to me. I want to feel you inside me.”
Kerrigan reveled in her easy acceptance. His cock was so hard, it was going to take every bit of restraint he had not to come the instant he touched her. He positioned the head against her entrance shuddering as he forced his climax back. Meeka took a big breath and screamed out as another orgasm shot through her. Without hesitation, Kerrigan claimed her mouth and sank deep inside her warmth, breaking her barrier. Her cry was caught in his mouth as they joined flesh to flesh.
“Meeka, I’m going to come deep inside you.”
Meeka reached up, framed his face with her small hands, and thrust her hips up to meet his.
Kerrigan was buried inside her. He breathed deeply, trying to stay in control, but he knew it was a lost battle. This time, she pulled him down for a soul-melting kiss before thrusting harder against him.
The beast within stirred, roaring for control even as he struggled to maintain his form. Her whimper of pleasure soothed his beast, and he groaned at the slight changes in his body. Muscles coiled, hips thrusting into her again and again, his claws shredding the bedding beneath them. Licking at her throat, he couldn't resist taking a small nip. He groaned at the taste of her on his tongue, plunging faster and faster deep inside her soft flesh. He let go.
“Oh. God. Meeka. Come with me!” He screamed, pumping his seed deep inside her. And she was there. Coming with him, yelling his name as the two of them floated into paradise.
When normal breathing finally returned to him, Kerrigan kissed her deeply. Meeka sighed with total contentment and lay looking up at him.
“Hey, I know the color of those eyes.” She teased. “You didn’t tell me you might want to turn into the dragon and fly away with me.”
Kerrigan kissed her nose. “Meeka, I’m sorry. Are you okay?” “Well, I might have some claw marks, but it was worth it.”
“I didn’t want to fly away with you, but it took every ounce of strength I had not to bite you.”
“You bite, too? What else did I miss out on?”
Kerrigan rolled over on his back, taking her with him. His claws were still extended as he drew them gently up her back.
“You don’t know what you’re messing with, temptress.” Her head sank down to kiss his lips. “I’d like to find out.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Kerrigan ran his fingertips lazily up and down her arm, unable to take his eyes off her peaceful face as she slept curled up against his body. She was a creature of incredible passion and love. His heart hurt. Never in his life had he e
ver let anyone get so close to him. He let out a deep breath of air, unsure of how he would deal with the thought of her leaving. He had always tried to conceal the hurt and anger buried deep inside him for so many years. Hurt wasn’t something Kerrigan would ever admit to—especially to anyone who knew him. He’d never confronted his true feelings.
He knew his heart was in danger, and hers, too. To open up to her meant hurt in some form or other. He was cold and heartless, while she was full of caring and love. She wasn’t from this world…his world.
Tenderly, he tucked a piece of her hair back behind her ear and slowly untangled her body from his. Her delicate sigh almost undid him. What was he going to do? Surely, she knew they couldn’t continue this relationship. Eventually, they’d figure a way for her to leave, even though deep down inside, it was the last thing he wanted.
The bed had returned to its original place. The two of them had been so wrapped up in their own paradise, the trip had passed without their notice.
Kerrigan looked down at her one more time, willing himself to leave. How he wanted to snuggle back up to her and love her all through the night. He’d have plenty to keep him occupied, trying to figure out what Thalius was up to and how he was involved with Jager. In the back of his mind, Threeo’s voice echoed.
‘Kerrigan, remember my vision.’
What if Threeo’s vision comes true? Impossible. Or is it?
Kerrigan headed deliberately to the den.
Ignoring Threeo, who roosted on the mantel, Kerrigan pondered over the journals crowding the den. Aged leather and dust wafted from the pages, along with rumors too crazy to be believed. The journals were old. Some were said to be works of fiction because they were so bizarre, written by Enchanters who had been considered crazy. Then there were other, elder Enchanters who ardently believed the stories to be true. Stories of foreigners coming to Enchantment. He had never put too much truth to them even though apparently, his biological parents had been foreigners. The Council denied the stories, and Kerrigan had chosen to stand by their view.
Things were different now. He hoped he could find a way to help Meeka return safely back home. Perhaps back home, her powers would disappear and she could go back to her normal life. She wouldn’t be in danger if her powers went away. Beyond this world, Thalius wouldn’t be able to harm her. In her world, she would be whole—be safe—but not safer than when she was with him.
The book he opened was one he’d never looked at before. It was bound by leather, and bursting with many tattered and torn pages. His favorite chair welcomed him as he prepared to find anything he could.
The book spoke about how Enchanters were all treated like slaves, subservient to the Counselors. Horrible crimes took place. Then he came to the part in the journal when they spoke of leaving the so-called perfect world. The page was filled with scrawling script as if the author had been in a hurry. Some Enchanters had tried to swim to the surface of Upper World, but the handwriting was so bad, Kerrigan couldn’t make out the words describing their fate. He quickly flipped through the journal, hoping for a clue to the unreadable portion, only to discover a page and been removed.
He stared at the mirror and decided to run a check on the city. With his hands held out in front of him, he closed his eyes, and the arch of light extended between his palms.
Tombs shimmered into view. Everything seemed to be normal, if one could actually call anything normal in Tombs. The alleys were dark, but then again, they always were. The slithering offenders made their way through the sinister shadows stopping to eat anything remotely resembling flesh. A few fights had broken out—something a bit out of the ordinary, considering Jager usually controlled everyone and everything in Tombs—but it wasn’t reason for him to be too concerned.
Kerrigan tensed, a bitter taste on his tongue as he gazed into the mirror. “Show Jager.” The reflection remained unchanged. “Mirror, I said show Jager.”
Nothing happened. It must be true. Jager had been taken out of Tombs, and the only person who could have done it was Thalius. But how to prove it?
“Mirror, show Thalius.”
Tombs was abruptly replaced by the spectrum of a massive gleaming mansion. Kerrigan swore; by showing his house he was at least assured the fact he was home.
Where the hell was Jager? A criminal like him shouldn’t be wandering around free. He closed his eyes at the grisly memory of the three females he’d raped and fed off until they perished. His stomach knotted with guilt knowing Jager should have been placed in Tombs years before. It had been Thalius who stopped him.
Kerrigan clenched his fists in anger. The time had come. A battle had been brewing between Thalius and him for over a century, and it could no longer be avoided.
He needed to find concrete proof of Thalius’s betrayal before the Council would even consider listening to him, but sleep beckoned. Stretching, he padded past Threeo’s sleeping form and down the hall. He pushed open the door and stepped into the room, his eyes on the sleeping woman in his bed. Absently, he rubbed his chest. Threeo’s vision just couldn’t come true. It just couldn’t. He knew one thing for sure. Over his dead body would he let those bastards harm Meeka or cripple Enchantment. Thalius would pay dearly. He’d make sure of it, even if he killed himself trying.
* * * *
Meeka awoke and reached for Kerrigan’s warm body, only to find cold sheets. She pushed up into a sitting position and called his name. Her voice echoed through the cave. Her insecurities sprang to the forefront of her mind. Unexpected tears stung her eyes.
Stop it, Meeka. You don’t know why he’s not here.
She sniffled and crawled off the bed. The tenderness between her legs sent fevered chills down her spine, reminding her again of the passion and love they’d shared. Deep in her heart, she wished with all her might that last night had meant something special to him.
Meeka realized she was in love with him. She probably had been from the first moment she laid eyes on him.
Deep sadness filled her soul. She couldn’t make him return her feelings. More than anything else in the world, she wished she could, but nothing would make it happen. In a moment of self- pity, she wondered why it seemed impossible for anyone to love her. The one thing she desperately wanted was for somebody to love her the way she loved—to love her like nothing else in the universe existed. Unconditional, all encompassing, Earth-shattering love.
Who wouldn’t fall him love with him? He was strong, confident, and full of honor. But it was over now. This wasn’t her world, and she had to return home… somehow. She’d always have her memories of him and what they’d shared. How would she ever forget? It would be impossible. She’d never forget, and would never want to. Her heart was breaking, but she wouldn’t have changed a thing. She’d never regret a moment she spent with him.
The bed sheets were a jumbled mess with the evidence of her lost maidenhood. Tears continued to flow as Meeka washed up and conjured some pajamas from the closet. She wandered back to the bed and grabbed the pillow his head had rested on. Hugging his pillow, she carried it back to his bedroom, even though she knew he wouldn’t be there. Catz looked up at her as she entered the room. Meeka looked at Catz and broke out sobbing.
Catz patted the bed with her paw. “Do you want to talk about it?”
Meeka stumbled across the room and dropped the pillow to wrap her arms around Catz. “You love the big goof, don’t you?” Catz asked gently.
She swiped the tears away from her cheeks, her sobs settled to hiccups.
“Well, there could be worse people to fall in love with…I think,” Catz said with sarcasm. “Sometimes love hurts.”
“I just want to be with him always, and I know it’s impossible.” Her tears started flowing again.
“Nothing is impossible.”
“It seems impossible. It doesn’t matter, anyway. Kerrigan and I aren’t meant for each other. He’s the Enforcer and I’m from another world where he can’t come to. Even if he could come to my world, once he
lays eyes on my parents, he’ll never want anything to do with me.”
Catz spoke slowly. “Nothing is ever as it seems. I don’t think you have given Kerrigan enough credit, and as for your parents, there’s another story there, too.”
Puzzled, Meeka stared at her. “What do mean? What story? There is no other story. They’re drunks. Always have been, and I’ve always been stupid enough to keep loving them.”
Catz sat silent for a moment before she continued. “Lemrens like me usually watch over the human species on Earth. But sometimes, somebody like you comes along, and we are sent to watch over you. Meeka, you are not just the offspring from two humans.”
Not from two humans?
“Catz what are you getting at?”
“Meeka, your father is not the drunk you know.” Catz shifted, sitting up so her front paws stretched out before her. “No, your father is a man of many talents and much power.”
All the air left her lungs as Meeka stood in utter silence. What on Earth could Catz be talking about? She’d never known anything else, any other way of life beyond the one she’d grown up in.
“Your mother was pregnant with you before she met your father. Your powers come from the great sorcerer Tethran Razisp. He is your true father. The miserable excuse of a human has always known you were not his, and over the years, his bitterness consumed both your human parents.”
Meeka was still unable to fathom what Catz had said. “It’s not possible, Catz.”
“Lemrens are seldom wrong,” she said confidently. “I can’t tell you what exactly happened between your mother and Tethran, but she wouldn’t have known he was a sorcerer. Maybe someday she will tell you about him.”
Hundreds of questions flew through Meeka’s mind. Had her mother loved him? Why hadn’t she told her about him? It explained why Meeka didn’t look at all like her human father.
“Catz, what do you know about this Tethran guy? Tell me everything.” Meeka sat on the bed with her legs crossed.
