Amy's Advantage (3 page)

Amdyn’s other hand slid up between her breasts. “Breathe,”
he commanded.

Air rushed out of Ellen’s lungs. She fought to regain her
balance, to gain some control over the sexual images coming from Amdyn that were
making her knees shake. As he dropped his hand from between her breasts, she
started to draw in a deep breath. The sound of his zipper being lowered froze
the breath she had just reclaimed.

He shifted and his thighs pressed against the back of hers,
the material of his jeans rough against her smooth skin. His finger pressed
deeper into her ass as his cock pushed between her legs, sliding hot and hard
over her clit. She managed to stop from saying his name, but couldn’t stop the
low moan of need that shuddered out of her.

His sinful tongue ran up the side of her neck. “Where is
she, Ellyna?” His raspy whisper was followed by a string of kisses behind her
ear.

“What?” She blinked, trying to focus on a clear thought.

Amdyn growled and moved his free hand back to her front, his
fingers splaying down through her curls until they brushed the swollen nub.
“Esraina,” he said. “Where is she?”

Ellen licked her lips and stared at the wood grain
zigzagging down the door. Sinking her teeth into her bottom lip, she focused on
keeping her secrets hers. “I don’t know.”

“I don’t believe you.” Two of his fingers settled on either
side of her clit and she braced herself for him to squeeze. As turned-on as she
was, it would just take the slightest pressure to make her come.

“I don’t care,” she hissed, rolling her hips and feeling a
zinging sensation radiate out from her cunt. Tightening her inner muscles, she
held her breath and concentrated on urging the release forward and bringing
this episode to a quick end.

“You will,” he promised.

Instead of squeezing, he spread his fingers, stretching her
labia away from her clit and leaving the bundle of nerves exposed to the cool
air of the room. She hadn’t believed she could become more aroused than she
already was. A painful twinge shot down her fingers and she looked up to find
her nails digging into the polished, solid wood. She straightened her fingers
and pressed the heels of her hands against the door to keep her fingernails
from splitting as another wave of mind-drugging pleasure rolled through her.
God, the man never played fair.

“No, I don’t,” he said. “Remember that when you decide to
fight me.”

“Shit.” Ellen shook her head, let it fall back and stared at
the ceiling. “Get out of my head and just fuck me.”

Keeping her labia spread, he tapped her clit with his middle
finger once, just hard enough to jolt loose the tenuous control she’d been
clinging to. “I’m going to,” he said, tapping her again, “and you’re going to
tell me about Esraina.”

She could feel him pressing into her mind, sifting through
her thoughts, searching her memories. The barriers she threw up were as shaky
as her knees, but she refused to give up.

He pulled his finger out of her anus and pushed it back in,
tapping her clit again as he did. Her back arched as he repeated the actions
several more times, drawing her again to the edge of oblivion, only to be held
back as he shifted the rhythm of his fingers so that they alternated between
tapping her clit and twisting in her ass. Every touch increased the intensity of
her need and her thoughts became tangled in the chaos of her desire.

Relentlessly, he forced her need higher and higher still
until the edges of her world started to unravel in curling ribbons of white-hot
flames. And just as suddenly as they’d ignited, they faded to sputtering sparks
as Amdyn moved his hand away from her pussy.

“Not yet, Ellyna. Not yet.”

“God damn you,” she breathed, uneasily aware that the words
were nearly inaudible around her ragged panting.

“Give me what I want.” His demand was not lessened in its
threat by being issued in a soft whisper instead of a shouted command.

“I’ve given you everything I can.”

“Not everything.”

Before she could gather her breath to respond, Amdyn
positioned his cock against her opening. The broad head was always a tight fit,
but now, when she was literally shaking with need, the friction of him pushing
against her was almost enough to make her come. Would have been enough if he
had pushed a little deeper, a little harder.

Instead, he stilled as soon as the tip started to slide in,
leaving her suspended and wanting. He held her there for long moments,
asserting his dominance over her body, letting her know in no uncertain terms
that he could wholly control her in this. She was his to command at the most
basic of levels. Beneath the cool façades she brandished, in this place, she
was his to own, to be taken and ruled by the lust he could impel in her.

“You cannot defy me in this,” he stated.

Anticipation’s sharp bite sank deep and her body, open and
waiting for the hard, filling heat of his cock, began to shake. The desperate
need made her half crazed and damn near willing to do anything, say anything.

“Do
not
resist me,” he commanded sharply. The man
showed no mercy as he swept through her thoughts, starkly revealing the breadth
of compliance he required of her. Not just her body, but her mind. Her soul.
All to be given over to him.

She closed her eyes and shook her head, the strength to
stand against his will rising from a need greater than the maelstrom of desire crashing
through her. Even as her muscles trembled and her cunt contracted violently
around nothing, she refused to be bullied into releasing her heart to a man
just because he demanded it.

His hips rocked and she wanted to weep with relief. But he
refused to fill her and only penetrated her with the shallowest of thrusts.
Over and over, he teased her with the promise of his cock, emphasizing the
emptiness of her cunt by the finger he still had pressed deep in her ass. The
new sensations pressed on her by that invasion magnified his every touch and
stroke. Each time he pushed in, her stomach clenched and her desperation rose.

Frustrated, she tried to wrench out of his grasp, but he
wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her in place for his pleasure and will.
She’d been on the sharp edge of climax for so long, the continuing denial had
her crying out and slamming her fists against the door.

“Fuck me!” she yelled. “Just go ahead and do it!”

“Ellyna.”

The sound of her name wrapped around her thoughts and she
couldn’t tell if he had spoken aloud or whispered it through her mind.
Whichever, it was remarkably effective. With a frighteningly unwavering focus
that speared straight to her heart, the sound of her name was steeped in desire
and underlain with the primitive force of possession.

The power of his demanding claim was not new to her, but the
enticing compulsion to submit paired with the driving anger she had roused in
him was a force she wasn’t sure she could withstand. Not when he had whipped
her lust into a ravening hunger.

“I hate you,” she said, hissing the words past teeth
grinding together so hard her jaw ached. He surged into her mind as a giant
wave breaching a sand-bagged barrier, sending watery tendrils into hidden nooks
and crevices and slapping against all exposed areas before pulling back. His
sudden mental invasion shocked her and left her quaking in its wake.

Gently, he kissed her shoulder. “No, you don’t,” he said
with the assurance only a truly telepathic man could have. “You want to, and you
hate that you can’t.” He dropped another soft kiss on her neck. “But the
connection is too deep between us. You know it’s there.” He kissed the
body-shivering spot right behind her ear and moved his hand back over her
stomach, the tips of his fingers brushing the top of her mound. “I
know
you
know it.”

With maddening calculation Amdyn slid his fingers through
her curls until they reached her clit. At the same time, he began to slide his
finger in and out of her ass in a deliberate rhythm. The broad head of his cock
remained pressed against her entrance, keeping her on the edge of yearning as
lust spiked through her, wiping out every thought but what this man could give
her. She placed her hand over his and tangled her fingers with his, doubling
the strokes on her clit. With a deep, sensual shudder, she closed her eyes and
dropped her head back against Amdyn.

“Oh god, Amdyn. Please fuck me,” she whispered. “Please,
just fuck me.”

Amdyn’s breath hissed out hot and slow over her shoulder.
“You are so god damn sexy, it tears me apart.” His cheek lay against her temple
as he dragged in a breath and stilled his movements, just holding her for a
moment. Abruptly, his indrawn breath released on a growl that vibrated through
her entire body. “I want you. All of you.”

A warning bell went off in the depths of her mind, but
before she could put a single word to the feeling, Amdyn pressed his fingers
against her clit, and with a single thrust of his cock, obliterated every
worry, every concern.

Suddenly filled with his solid heat, everything within her
that had been hanging on the edge of orgasm released into an explosion of light
and sensation. In less time than it took to draw a breath, she flew apart. A
star going supernova, shining across the galaxy in one moment of engulfing
brilliance, her world erupted in wild, savage flames as infinite as they were
consuming.

Her cunt gripped around him as he thrust in fast and hard,
again and again. His climax rolled in on top of hers, magnifying the fiery
release that continued to stream through her as their mental connection held,
deepened and brightened. The world she knew shifted under her feet. Time and
space withdrew as Amdyn filled her body and mind. He caught her, wrapping her
in his blazing, blinding web of bliss and passion. Every sensation she had was
shared by him while everything he experienced flooded through her.

The way he was able to expose her to what he was feeling
pushed at her limits of control and he knew it. He heightened her arousal to an
almost unbearable level and his imperious exaltation in driving her body into
another sensual fever poured over her. Twisting through her at the same time
was the intimacy of knowing that her reaction to him awed and amazed him even
as he accepted it as his right.

Each time he brought her to this place, havoc was unleashed
on the carefully built defenses of her soul as the strands coiled tighter,
breaking down walls and pressing against weak spots until they began to crack.
Regardless of how hard she fought to keep herself together, every time he
reached for her he managed to pull her into his sensual snare.

And every damn time, her world burst into a shattering,
beautiful mess, which was getting harder and harder to put straight once it was
over. Whether she liked it or not, the man was doing everything in his power to
bind her to him and his power was considerable.

Even as the waves of ecstasy slowly receded and she could
feel the floor beneath her feet again, a ragged breath rushed out of her lungs
as her muscles shook with the effort of remaining upright. It frightened her
how deeply this man could work himself into her soul.

Amdyn shifted and removed his finger from her ass and gently
encircled her waist with his arm, drawing her fully against him and giving her
the support she couldn’t find on her own. Her head fell back on his shoulder
and he brushed a soft kiss across her temple. He whispered her name, his voice
low and suggestive, a dark magic wreathing around her heart and tempting in the
sweetest, most dangerous way to yield completely to the yearning in her soul.
To yield for him. To him.

The craving grew with each day, digging in deeper and taking
longer to shake off. But he wanted too much and she knew once she willingly
began to give in, she wouldn’t be able to stop.

She took a deep breath, but her voice still came out sultry
and raw. “Please don’t force me to you.”

“Then come to me willingly,” he said, sliding his fingers
along either side of her clit, still sensitive enough to make her gasp from the
touch.

“I can’t.” Her words caught on a hiccoughed sob that
surprised her. Twin tears rolled down her cheeks and she squeezed her eyes shut
to keep more from falling. “I can’t,” she repeated. “Not yet.”

Amdyn’s body went rigid, the muscles she was pressed against
locking around her. She didn’t need to be a telepath to pick up on his
rekindled anger.

“When?” The harsh impatience embedded in the question jerked
her into the flash of her own anger and tears were left behind.

“Seriously?” she asked, not withholding any of the cutting
sarcasm from her words or emotions she pushed toward him. “You abandon us for
twenty-five years and then expect us to bend meekly to your imperial will?”

There was a chilling, sudden stillness behind her. Then a
low, harsh curse sliced apart the silence and swept Ellen into Amdyn’s cauldron
of emotions. Anger and lust warred against his determination to protect her. To
him, she was his mate, his to protect, even from himself.

As his thoughts rolled through her mind, she glimpsed the
fierceness he normally kept well buried beneath a civil acceptability. The
instincts that drove him were, at their core, primitive and unrelenting and
demanded her submission, demanded that she recognize him as her mate and accept
his right to rule her life. The knowledge that her submission could not come
without her trust—a thing he could not command—twisted through him with an edge
of brutal fury that cut his words straight through her.

“You were
not
abandoned. Not for one second.”

“Those are just words, Amdyn. They don’t mean anything to
me.”

A deep warning growl vibrated out of Amdyn’s chest. “They
are not just words, Ellyna. It is the truth.”

“It doesn’t matter anymore.”