by Jaci Burton
“Then your time spent with Starr has had even a worse effect than I thought,” Tor said. They walked through the hall and into a private room where they could eat and talk uninterrupted.
“I’ve been busy.”
“You’re never too busy to fuck a woman.”
“Starr is in my bedchambers.”
“So what? Let her watch. Maybe she’ll learn something. Or take her and give her to the guards. They’ll teach her the proper way to behave.”
The thought of another man laying his hands on Starr had his irritation growing again. “No.”
“Well, you need to do something. You’re distracted and it shows. What is it about this woman that compels you to put up with her?”
“To be honest, Tor, I admire her. I’ve never met a woman with so much intelligence, so much strength. She has a warrior’s heart and a queen’s love for her people.”
Tor arched a brow. “She is Dognelle, and our enemy.”
Lycan took another long swallow of his drink. “Maybe. Maybe not. If I can convince her to join with us, we would be that much stronger against the Centuri.”
“Raynar women do not fight wars.”
“They are not Raynar.”
“And if they come here, we will not allow them to be warriors. I can’t see the Dognelle females agreeing to live according to our laws.”
Another maybe and maybe not. Lycan had quite a bit of influence over women, especially women who were enamored of him. He had seen the way Starr looked at him. He was aware of her body’s response even if she wasn’t. And she was still a virgin, something he found more enticing than he should.
Perhaps he’d simply let her have too much control over her destiny. He’d allowed her time with him, time alone, instead of showing her what her life was going to be like in Raynar. Because Tor was right. He couldn’t let her go. She was too dangerous to his kingdom.
She simply needed training in the ways of the women of Raynar. Once she realized what a pleasurable life she could have, she would change her mind. “I might have a way to convince her.”
Tor shook his head. “I’ll leave that up to you. As for me, I don’t ever want to have anything to do with a Dognelle female.”
“A woman is a woman, my friend,” he explained as they finished their meal and set about their duties. He had a plan now, one he was eagerly anticipating.
Tonight, he would initiate Starr of Dognelle into the ways of pleasure.
Then, after she was satiated and happy, she would be more than willing to invite her women to live in his kingdom.
He’d be much happier once the women were protected and out of harm’s way.
And he would bet his last dracol that Starr would come around to his way of thinking.
Chapter Six
“You’re going to do what?” Starr stared at Lycan in open-mouthed disbelief, but truly, she could not believe what he’d just said.
“I am going to initiate you in the art of sexual pleasure.”
He really had said that. Unbelievable. “I don’t think so.”
She stood in the center of the room, finally unchained after a long day of pacing back and forth.
“You have no choice in the matter. Actually, you should feel honored. I rarely do the training myself.”
Was there no limit to this man’s insufferable ego? “I told you once before that I will not give myself willingly to you. So is it your intent to rape me?”
His lips curled in an arrogant smile that she longed to slap off his face. “I have no intention of taking anything you are unwilling to give.”
“Then how do you intend to “initiate” me, as you call it?”
He reached for her arm and pulled her toward him. “You will agree to it.”
“I think you’re delusional. Perhaps you spent too much time in the heated sun today and it affected your mind, because I will do nothing with you willingly.”
“I love a challenge. We shall see. Come, I have something to show you.” His vise-like grip on her wrist offered her no chance to escape. Besides, she had a feeling she would need to conserve her strength to fight him off.
Agree with it, indeed. As if she would willingly give her virginity to this ogre, this beast, this heathen of a man.
She’d waited all day and well into the night hours for his return. Even arguing with Lycan was better than pacing within the minimal allowances of her bonds. She would go mad if she had to spend another day chained up like an animal. Hoping he would find something for her to occupy her time, this was not quite what she had in mind.
They walked down the hallway towards the concubines’ chambers, but instead of going through the main doors he went past, stopping at a smaller doorway. He unlocked the door, then pulled her inside and closed it. It was dark, but he held tight to her hand as he led her down a narrow passageway.
Where were they going? And more importantly, what did this have to do with sex? Surprisingly she felt no fear, even though she was mentally preparing herself for some kind of battle with him. If Lycan thought she would go willingly into his bed, he was mistaken.
Then again, they were no longer in his chambers.
He finally stopped and pulled her in front of him so that her back rested against his chest. She still couldn’t see a thing, but she heard his breathing, felt his heart beating rhythmically against her back.
“I hope you find this enlightening,” he whispered into her ear. His breath sailed across the back of her neck and she shivered at its warmth. The sweet, tangy scent of ale and some kind of tobacco was quite pleasant.
Suddenly a curtain was drawn open in front of her, and she found herself staring into a full length mirror of sorts. Only the mirror took up almost the entire wall. They were looking into a bedchamber, one she had seen as part of the main concubines’ quarters.
The chamber wasn’t empty. A man stood near the round bath, with two women on either side of him. She recognized the women as two of the concubines, one a voluptuous redhead, the other a raven haired beauty. The man was quite handsome, nearly as tall as Lycan, his body lean and muscular. He wore no shirt, his breeches were half undone, and he had a very impressive erection pressing against the leather at his groin.
“That is Tor, the captain of my warriors. The two women are concubines. The redhead is Lenora and the raven-haired beauty is Celine.”
“Why are we here?”
“To watch.”
“Does this Tor know you watch him?”
“Yes. As do the concubines. Oh, they don’t know whether someone is behind the wall or not, but it doesn’t bother them to know that we could be watching.”
“You are a voyeur!” she said, shocked at the thought of watching couples engaging in sex play.
His low chuckle reverberated against her back. “Sometimes. Watching can be very erotic.”
She did not want to watch. She did not want to be in this room with Lycan, her body pressed intimately against his, feeling his movements, his breath on her, his hands resting on her shoulders.
And yet she found herself transfixed by what was happening in the bedchamber.
The women caressed the bare skin of Tor’s chest and back, their hands slow and sinuous like the slithering movements of a snake in the desert. He kissed Lenora, his lips devouring hers, while Celine moved behind him and ran her hands over his back, moving downward and cupping his buttocks in her hands.
Lenora dropped to her knees in front of him and unlaced his breeches. Tor’s gaze stayed focused on the redhead, watching her every movement intently as she pulled his thick cock out of his pants and palmed him with both hands. When she began to stroke the shaft, he closed his eyes and tilted his head back.
Celine pulled his breeches down over his thighs, then moved to her knees alongside Lenore. She cupped Tor’s balls and held his cock in front of Lenore’s lips. Lenore licked the engorged head, then fit her mouth around it and sucked the length of him.
Starr forgot how to breathe. Yes, she k
new of sex, was aware of what happened between a man and a woman, but she had never seen people engaged in the act. Her heart pounded against her breast. A part of her wanted to turn away, did not want to watch what was happening. The other part of her was too curious, and that was the part that won out.
“See how much Tor enjoys their mouths on him?” Lycan said. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her against him, his erection nestling against her buttocks. He was hard and hot, his rigid cock burning through the material of her skirt. She shifted in an effort to pull away, but in doing so brushed her buttocks harder against his erection. Lycan groaned. She’d never heard a more intensely arousing sound in her life.
Not knowing which was worse, watching the scene in front of her or focusing on Lycan’s movements and body behind her, she blinked, then focused on Lenore and Celine. They fit their mouths on either side of Tor’s cock, sliding their lips along his shaft in unison.
Starr’s cunt dampened, tremors of excitement causing spasms deep within her core. A warmth spread out from her belly to her limbs. She felt heated, as if every nerve ending in her body was standing on edge, just waiting for the slightest touch to send her into a frenzy.
“Does watching them excite you?”
She would not give in to Lycan. “No.”
He chuckled lightly and grazed his fingers along her cheek, then rested them at her throat. “Your body betrays you. Your skin feels warm, damp with perspiration. Your pulse races against my fingers.”
“It’s hot in here.”
“No, it’s not. Watching Tor and the women arouses you. Tell me, Starr, does it make you want to reach down and touch your pussy? Do you want to caress the nub of your clit hidden in the folds and ease the ache inside you?”
Yes, she desperately wanted to touch herself. “No. The scene I’m watching revolts me. I want nothing to do with it.”
Lycan didn’t respond.
“Can we go now?”
“No. I’m sorry you’re not enjoying it, but I am. We will stay and continue to watch.”
Perhaps she could simply close her eyes until they left the room. Then she wouldn’t be stimulated by what she saw. She tried it. The problem was, she was too curious about what was happening on the other side of the mirror to keep her eyes shut. And with her eyes shut, her other senses took over and she focused on Lycan’s crisp, male scent, the way his breath labored, the feel of his body against hers.
Definitely worse with her eyes closed. She opened them again, determined not to react to the blatant sexuality before her.
Tor had stepped out of his breeches and led the women to the bath. He entered first, then watched as the women began to undress each other, removing first their snug tops and then their skirts.
The women were gorgeous. Petite, voluptuous, with large breasts and protruding nipples. Her breath caught when the women began to touch each other, their slender fingers skimming over each other’s breasts.
“Do men enjoy watching this?” she asked.
Lycan caressed her hair and she shivered. “Yes. Many of our concubines enjoy pleasuring each other, especially when the warriors are not available. They do this willingly and are never forced or coerced into doing so.”
She’d never before seen women touching each other. Although there were Dognelle females who preferred the same sex, she had never witnessed their love play. She had no sexual feelings for another woman, and yet she found her nipples beading against the thin cloth of her top as Celine took one of Lenore’s large, breasts into her mouth and gently suckled it.
Tor seemed to be enjoying it too as he sat on the stairs of the large bath, his cock in his own hands. He stroked it slowly from base to tip as his gaze remained focused on the two women enjoying each other.
Lycan rocked gently against her backside, his cock rigid and more inviting than she cared to admit. She was finding it difficult to keep from panting out loud, and her body screamed for his touch.
As if Lycan could read her thoughts, he whispered, “You know I will not enter you if you do not wish it. You have my word.”
She knew what he asked of her. The warrior in her refused to be used as a slave, as a toy for Lycan’s sexual urges. The female in her was desperate for release.
“The scent of your desire fills the air in this room, Starr. It excites me greatly. Musky, sweet, like the vanilla buds that grow outside the windows. I would be honored if you would let me touch you, to bring you the release you crave. I will do no more than what you are willing to allow, nor will I ask you to do anything for me that you do not wish to do.”
Tor pulled the women into the bath and kissed them both, his hands roaming over their flushed bodies. He laid Celine on the edge, her legs dangling in the water, and climbed between her thighs. When he buried his head between her legs and licked at her slit, Starr shuddered. Celine closed her eyes, her mouth opened, her head slowly moving from side to side. Clearly she enjoyed what Tor was doing to her. Starr placed her hand between her own legs as if it had a will of its own.
Lycan grasped her wrist. “No. Let me. You are not giving up any of your freedom to let me pleasure you.”
The throbbing between her legs was incessant, building with every passing second. She would go mad without release. “Then touch me.”
With a low, husky growl, he lifted her skirt, pressing his fingers against the swell of her hip. The touch of his skin against hers made her jump.
“Shhh, relax, little one. Just watch the three of them and let me bring you pleasure.”
He kept her back against his chest and moved his hand over her thighs, then ever so slowly inched toward her sex.
When his fingers brushed her hairless mound, she let out a whimper of need. When he slid them down over her cleft, she arched her hips, propelling her sex against his hand.
“By Lal you have the softest pussy I have ever touched. You are so wet, little one. The heat from your cunt burns my fingers. It would be so easy to slide my cock inside you.”
She wanted nothing more at that moment than to feel Lycan’s shaft embedded deep within her. But that she was not ready for. Not yet, maybe not ever. “I…I can’t, Lycan. No.”
“It’s all right. I told you I wouldn’t force you. I didn’t say I wouldn’t tell you what I wanted.”
She started to object, but he slid one finger inside her and she cried out, grasping his wrist as if she would pull it away. But instead, she pushed his hand against her and rocked against his palm. Her swollen clit brushed his skin and sparks of pleasure struck her womb.
“Feel how your pussy grabs onto my finger, Starr? I can imagine having my cock squeezed tight and hard by the muscles inside you. You would have me coming in torrents before we were through.”
Between what Tor was doing with the women and the hot words Lycan whispered to her, she couldn’t hold back. Watching Tor plunge his thick shaft inside Lenore’s pussy had Starr crying out with the need for release. Lycan quickened the strokes of his fingers and caressed her clit until she splintered and came, her orgasm shattering the control she’d fought so hard to maintain. She bucked against his hand, nearly in tears as the overwhelming climax took hold of her. Lycan gently thrust his finger in and out as wave after wave of spasms pummeled her. When she was finally spent, she relaxed against his chest, thinking they were finished.
She may have been, but Lycan wasn’t. Instead of releasing her, he stroked her swollen slit with light, soft pressure until desire began to build again. Her juices poured down her thighs, her nipples swollen and tender as they brushed against the material of her top. She clenched her jaw shut to keep from begging Lycan to lift her top and suck on her aching nipples.
Which is exactly what Tor was doing right now. Lenore was spread out on an inclining bench above the water, Tor’s cock buried deep inside her. Celine stood over Lenore and bent toward Tor so that he could take her nipple into his mouth.
She watched his teeth close over one of the distended buds, saw Lenore reach fo
r his head and bring his mouth closer to her breast, and knew she could not hold back.
“Lycan, please, I need…” But the words would not come. She could not, would not beg him.
But it seemed as if Lycan knew exactly what she needed. He pulled the rib-skimming top up and over her breasts, his hands reaching for the twin globes and flicking the nipples until she cried out in ecstasy. She dropped her head against his shoulder, too overcome by the sensation of his hands upon her breasts to even speak.
Like a sorcerer, Lycan weaved a spell over her body. He caressed her nipples until they budded hard and tight against his palms, then gently flicked them with his fingers until they stood up and practically screamed for his mouth.
He turned her roughly so that she faced him, then bent and took one crest between his lips, licking at the bud with his tongue until flames shot between her legs. Her limbs trembled and if Lycan had not been holding her upright she would have collapsed.
First he pleasured one nipple, then the other, moving rapidly back and forth over both. Truly, she might lose consciousness. As it was, she panted like an animal. The scent of her sex became familiar and all encompassing, and without even thinking what she was doing she reached for his cock, pressing her palm against his rigid length.
A curse tore from his lips. He lifted his head and gazed into her eyes. The light from the other room encased his face in a glow. His eyes were glazed, half-closed and his expression so fierce if she didn’t know better she would swear he was furious with her.
He had given her so much pleasure, a frenzied delight she had never experienced before. Already she was nearly begging for another release, but this time she wouldn’t go alone. No, having him completely in control of her body put her at a disadvantage, and that was unacceptable in any battle.
And what was happening right now was surely the biggest battle of her life so far.
“Drop those breeches, Lycan. It’s my turn to touch you now.”
Lycan couldn’t believe the words that Starr uttered. He had hoped only to coax her into letting him pet her, figuring her seduction would be a very slow process with many battles.
