A Pirate's Curse (Legends of the Soaring Phoenix) (30 page)

“We need to talk.”
He sat opposite his brother and relayed the encounter with the old woman.

William’s face grew grim
, and he slammed his glass on the table. “Confound it. You put Hannah right in the middle of this and now, you got a witch, a pirate and a demon after her.” He poured another shot and lifted it towards Kane. “Grand job protecting her brother.”

Kane
frowned. “Don’t take that tone with me, William. What’s done is done.”

Glowering at him,
William took another swig of rum. “No, Kane. Don’t fool yourself. You don’t want to be staring into Hannah’s lifeless eyes, because she talked you into letting her stay. It’ll be something you’ll regret. Trust me.”

Kane grabbed the bottle,
poured himself a shot of rum and downed it. “I have got to end this brother, one way or another. Palmer will chase her back down to England. You know it and I know it.”

H
e left William. He was in no mood to defend his decision to his little brother. Topside his men reported tales of Palmer’s destruction, but none of them had encountered a witch. In the background, Hannah practiced her sword fighting. She stopped, wiping her forehead and slid her sword into her scabbard.

“So, how did
the witch know about me?”

He whirled around.
Hannah stood behind him.

“How long have you been listening?”

“A few minutes. Why? Tell me the truth.”

“
Weigh anchor, cast off and get the ship under way,” Kane said. The men left him to carry out his orders.

“Well?”
She folded her arms.

He peered into those determined brown eyes.
“Who are you talking about?”

“Don’t play games Kane.
The witch. What all did she tell you?”

He grasped her arm and
dragged her to his cabin. He slammed the door shut and turned around. Before she could protest, he kissed her quivering mouth, trying to convince her she could trust him. Her body quaked beneath him as his hands roamed up and down her back. Her small hands moved around to his chest brushing past his stomach. He growled as he hardened. She groaned and he released her. “I’m sorry.” He ran his hand through his hair.

“Sorry, sorry for what?”

“For touching you. I know I should not after…”

She narrowed her eyes.
“After, after what Kane? Tell me.”

“Blast it, Hannah.
Every time I look at you I think of Jacques and what he did to you.”

She shrank, looking ashamed and turned away.
A sob shook her shoulders.

Kane frowned.
Did she think she was sullied disgrace? Every time he was with her, he wanted to throw her on the floor and plunge his flesh deep inside her until she cried out his name. Seeing her hair sprayed over the pillow like a wave of silk drove him beyond reason.
      “Let me go.”

He pressed her back against the door, his hands flattening on either side of her, preventing her from escaping.
“Hannah, look at me.”

She wiped her cheeks. “I said let me go.”

“No.
Not until you look at me.”

She sobbed, her hair hung in front of her face.

“Please Hannah, look at me.”

She lifted her head and he tilted her chin. “You’re not tainted.”

Her lower trembled.
“But last night, you wouldn’t touch or kiss me.”

“I held you all night, Hannah.
I didn’t want to hurt you. I wanted to protect you. You are my life.”

Tears brimmed
in her eyes. “Then prove it.”

Her tears
pierced his heart. He stepped closer, reached out and brushed her tears with the knuckle of his finger. “I’ll do anything.”

Bottom lip trembling, she scanned his face.
“Anything?”

“I want you, no one else, but you.”

“Even though, I am…” she gulped. “Damaged?”

“I’
ll always see you as whole and perfect.”

“Prove it to me, Kane,” she murmured.
“Show me how you feel.”

His heart quickened, blood darting to his cock, hardening it.
He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “What?”

“I want
to feel your hands on me again.”

He struggled to breath.
“Are you sure, Hannah?”

She took his hand and kissed his palm, her tongue rolling over him.
She sucked on each one of his fingers. Those soft lips sent tremors through Kane, reducing him to becoming her slave, ready to do her bidding.

“Yes, I want you.
I want to feel you inside me. You keep promising to show me things, Kane.” She released his hand and walked over to his dresser and pulled out a scarf. She wrapped it around her wrist. “You once told me that you tied women up and they begged you for it, wanting you to do it. Now ’tis my turn, Captain. Prove to me that you want me.”

Kane’s cheek twitched.
“Jaaysus.”

***

Hannah trembled as Kane walked over to her and grabbed her hand. Her wobbling legs threatened to collapse, but she wanted this. His mouth captured hers, taking over, and the floor dropped away along with her stomach. Molding her body to his, she wanted to feel him, to taste his hunger and experience raw, carnal tupping. Blood flooded to her inner core and she panted, feeling her passion grow.

“I can’
t breathe.”

All of her pent up needs surged through her.
Everything ached. Every where throbbed. Every nerve twitched for his touch, his lips—not craved him, needed him. On Saint Kitts, she had dreamed of him, laid awake at night crying for him.

L
ooking down at her with hooded eyes, he slowly pulled the scarf out of her fingers. “So, you want me to show you…” He lowered his head and kissed her neck. “I’ll teach a lesson you’ll never forget.”

His husky voice enthralled her, every bit as
arousing as his lips. He opened the drawer and pulled out another scarf. His hand wrapped around her wrist and he led her to the bed. Wavering on her wobbly legs, she couldn’t catch her breath. He turned her around, his mouth capturing her lips and steered her until the back of her knees hit the bed.

He wrapped his arm around her and lifted her onto the
mattress. Nimble fingers unbuttoned her shirt, and then ripped her chemise. His mouth left hers and he helped her wiggle out of the shirt and tossed the chemise onto the floor. His hungry eyes swept over her, sending small flames of arousal coursing through her veins and pooling between her inner thighs. 

C
alloused hands caressed one arm and gently pulled it over her head. Silky hair teased her inflamed skin and she moaned. “This is just the beginning,” he promised. He clasped her other shaking arm and tied her to the other bedpost.

His hand moved over the curve of her breast, his thumb brushing her nipple.
Heat flowed through her in waves. He sat up and his hands moved down her thighs, past her shins until he reached her boots, slowly removing them. He tickled her foot and she kicked her legs. “Kane, what are you doing?”

He gave her a devilish smile.
“Whatever I want,” he said discarding her trousers.

She lay naked on the bed, her arms stretched out, completely vulnerable.

“You’re beautiful, Hannah.”
His eyes darkened. “And mine.”

Hannah glanced at his breeches, the bulge in front impressive.
She spread her legs apart and raised her hips. “Do you want me?”

She laughed at his expression.
It was arousing to watch Kane suck in a harsh breath, to watch his eyes turn smoldering and dark, to watch the dark need etched in his face. His handsomeness stole her breath away. And he wanted her. Yes, he wanted her. His intense hunger matched her own. Any doubt she had vanished. She wanted him to touch her to possess her to conquer her fears. 

He
shrugged out of his shirt, tore off his boots and pulled down his pants. She licked her lips at his impressive body, focusing on his erect cock, wanting him inside her. Conscious of the titillating tingle in her breasts, her nipples tightening, she ached to feel his hot mouth sucking on her.

He walked around the bed and ran his fingers up her leg, past her hip and his fingers circled her
sensitive nipple. She gasped and arched her back, pulling on her restraints.

He pinched her nipple and she cried out.
Damp heat gathered between her thighs. He sat on the bed and his hand skimmed over her hot skin, not touching her. “Kane,” she whispered. “Please.”

“No.”
He climbed on top of her on all fours, but didn’t touch her. Blowing warm air on her writhing body, his hair brushed over her, as he moved down, sending her into a flame of desire. She wanted to rub her body along his hard body, stroke him, please him, kiss or touch him, anything, to satisfy those leaping flames of hunger in the depths of his eyes. Twisting her wrists she couldn’t break free. “I want…”

He stopped moving at the juncture between her legs and he blew on her feminine curls.
Hot breath sent tremors through her. “Kane…”

He kissed her mound and she wanted to run her hand through his hair, holding him to her, but she was imprisoned.
Firm palms spread her thighs wider, his tongue licked her feminine folds and he plunged deeper. She rocked her hips, but he gripped her hips, pushing them down against the mattress as he lapped, sucked the cream out of her, feasting on her like a man possessed.

The torment of his tongue spread deep and she screamed, her fists clenching as she tried to hang onto reality.
Her body fragmented. Her vision blurred as electricity charged down her spine and the muscles in her tight channel pulsed. She sucked in air, trying to catch her breath.       

“I can’
t stand it, please.”

“Aye, you can,” he said.

Pleasure shook her with the force of an earthquake as she quivered, shaking her to the core.
His hot mouth left her curls and he kissed his way up her torso. His tongue swirled around in her belly and his hand toyed with one breast, pinching and pulling her nipple. He slipped his fingers inside her, her muscles clenching around him, slowly moving in out, and igniting another wave of sinful pleasure.

She clenched and unclenched her fists, wanting to touch him, to kiss him.
“Kane, I want to touch you. Untie me.”

He looked up at her.
“No, I’m enjoying myself. Your body belongs to me.” His dark head moved and his wicked mouth captured her breast. A lick and flick of his tongue sent dancing flames through her body and when his teeth tugged gently on her nipple, she thought she would turn into molten lava. He alternated between nibbling her soft and sucking her hard, alternating from sensual pain to a torturous swirl of his soothing tongue. Sharp pain shot through her breast. “Did you bite me?”

He laughed. “Only as a man. Now hush.” He
licked her and the sweet pain was agonizing, sending a flood of emotions through her. He sucked and a new rush of sensations propelled the ones running through her. All the while, his fingers teased her, shifting the rhythm of fast and slow, threatening to splinter her into another orgasm. No wonder women begged him to take them. He was a master of sweet torture.

He withdrew his fingers and raised his head.
She heaved at his bold stare. He crawled up the bed and his kissed her, dominating her, possessing her. He nestled between her thighs and pushed the broad head of his cock against her heat. Fire seared through her body, flaming it, as his cock invaded her, stretching her. Muscles tightened around him, and she arched her hip to take him deeper. He put his hand on the headboard and he plunged into her, thrusting harder and harder, driving through her, touching her womb, the friction hot and wild, sending wicked ecstasy through her body. The headboard banged against the wall. She wrapped her legs around his hips, holding to him.

Multiple orgasms
ripped through her body, sweeping through her, a deluge of fervor tore through her in a powerful convulsion. Her hips met his pulsing hips, his cock filling her. Her arms trembled as she came over and over again.

Kane tossed his head back and yelled.
He burst inside her, spilling his jets of hot seed into her.

“Untie me, I need to…”

He arched his eyebrow. “Need to what?”

Still deep inside her, he untied one hand.
She ran her hand his thick hair. “I never dreamed this would be so…”

He kissed her as his hand untied her other hand.
Her hands ran over his trembling back and her legs locked around him. “I didn’t think you wanted me.”

He stared at her.
“Hannah, you’re mine. I’ll always want you.”

She ran her fingers through his hair as she panted.
“Where are we headed?”

He stopped suckling her and braced his hands on either side of her face as he
peered into her eyes. “To hunt for the
Fiery Damsel
.”