Crimson Lips [Amazon Warriors] (Siren Publishing Classic) (9 page)

He walked around the desk to where she sat. She turned in the chair to face him. He put his hands on each of the armrests of her chair, caging her in. She loved it when he did that.

He brought his forehead to hers and looked her in the eyes. Her heart rate increased as their breathing became shallow.

“This is a lot for me to take in.”

“Understandable.”

“There’s something else you have to understand, you may be the leader of this tribe and the stronger sex in this community, I will try not to challenge your leadership or disrespect your Amazon ways when we’re in public, but when it comes to sex between us…I’m the dominant one, I make the decisions. You do what I say, when I say.”

Before she could protest, he kissed her with so much force her head hit the back of the chair.

Did she really want to protest and fight with this man? The idea of giving up control in one part of her life, especially sex, sent a flood of moisture to her core.

“Stand up, face the desk,” Sloan suddenly demanded as he stood up straight.

She looked up at him in question, and his only response was, “What I say, when I say.” It sent tingles up her spine.

She slowly stood up and did as she was told. Not having to make the decisions felt freeing. Sloan stepped up behind her and placed his hands on her hips, pulling them back to rub against his steel erection.

She tilted her head to the side as he leaned in to start nuzzling her neck. She was so distracted by the sensation she barely noticed when he unsnapped her jeans. It was the cool breeze as he pushed her jeans down that caught her attention.

She gasped as he moved a strong, forceful hand between her shoulder blades, pushing her forward so she was bent over her desk with her exposed rear in the air.

He used his feet to nudge her feet wider. She moved them as much as she could with her jeans around her knees, and then he gave his next command. “Hold on to the edge of the desk, and don’t let go.”

She reluctantly did as he ordered. She wanted to be able to touch him, too.

Sloan then used his warm, work-rough hands to caress her ass cheeks, and she moaned at the intimate touch.

Before she knew what had happened, he lifted one of his hands and slapped one side of her ass, hard.

“Hey!” she exclaimed as she brought her hand around to rub the abused flesh.

“Hold on to the desk!”

“But why...”

She didn’t have time to finish the question before he spanked the other cheek. “Quiet.”

When she did what was asked of her, he answered her unspoken question.

“Earlier, I tied you up as punishment for leaving me in the alley.”
Spank
. “The spanking will be for locking me in your bedroom after the most amazing sex of my life.”
Spank
. “Deserting me yet again.”
Spank
.

The smacks he landed on her ass were firm and random. She never knew when or where he was going to land another. The more he did it the more she moaned. Each slap started to send a sting of pleasure directly to her core. Who knew she could get this turned on from a spanking?

Between each smack, he made sure he rubbed the area to soothe her heated skin.

“Your ass looks so good, warm and pink from my hands, tell me, C, have you ever…” He left the question hanging as he ran his hand down between her heated cheeks. He ran his fingers through her juice before his hand was once again near her rear entrance.

“N–no,” she replied with a shaky breath, but with Sloan, she really wanted to try it.

“Relax. I’m just going to play with it a bit now, but one day, this ass will be mine.”

She moaned at his statement then felt loss as both of his hands moved away from her body. It wasn’t until she heard the rustling of clothes and a condom packet being torn open, that she relaxed.

Next thing she knew was the head of Sloan’s cock being rubbed firmly through her moist slit. Then, in one surprising and forceful thrust that made Crimson scream, her man was buried to the hilt.

He held his body still for a moment but moved his hand around to her front to play with her clit. He removed his fingers when he started to move inside of her. She was gasping on each inward thrust and moaning with each outward glide. Sloan apparently had all the time in the world. Then the fingers that had played so well with her clit and were wet from her juices slowly circled around her asshole, gently teasing all the nerve endings. His other hand was still caressing her warm cheeks. His thrusts were strong and deliberate, and her nipples rubbed against the surface of the desk. She felt like she was on sensory overload. It was heaven.

There was a knock at the door as she gasped and Sloan eased one of his fingers into her tight entrance. They both stilled, and then she started to squirm under him. “Sloan, get off me!” she said in a harsh whisper. He just pinned her to the desk with his weight and whispered in her ear. “What I say, when I say.”

She couldn’t believe he was doing this. She didn’t know whether to be pissed or aroused by his actions.

“Ask who it is.”

“Who is it?” she said in a voice that didn’t even sound like her own.

“Annika. Can I come in?”

Sloan moved his finger that was still in her ass, it was a strange and wonderful sensation that caused intense pleasure to run through her. “No!” she yelled toward the door. When she was able to, she repeated the word
no
more calmly.

Sloan clearly saw this as a sign to continue playing with her and started to move his finger and cock within her once more. She couldn’t breathe. It was too much.

She heard Annika snigger through the door. She knew exactly what was going on in there, but Crimson couldn’t find it in her heart to care. She only wanted to come.

“Who’s Annika?” Sloan asked in a strained voice from behind her.

“My sis–sister, she inter–rupted us before.” She panted, it was all she could do.

“Seriously?” he whispered to her. “She’s interrupting us again? We need to find her a new hobby.” This made Crimson laugh, but she couldn’t agree with the sentiment more.

“What’s up?” she shouted to the door.

“Did you forget you ordered a debriefing? It starts in ten minutes.”

“We’re coming.” She heard him snort and grumble something unintelligible, but it sounded like “not yet.”

As she heard her sister leave from behind the door, Sloan increased his speed and his determination to make her scream with pleasure. He spanked her with his free hand, adding another sensation to ones that were already overpowering her.

Sloan pounded into her for a few more minutes before she went off like a rocket. She screamed out his name and felt her inner walls convulse around him.

His rhythm slowed and became erratic. Three more thrusts, and he followed her over the edge. They both lay there panting, coming down from their high.

Reality soon came back to her. She had a tribe to lead. Once again, she was denied the time to enjoy the afterglow of an orgasm.

She pushed up from the desk and moved her hips to dislodge his softening cock. “Come on, marine,” she said as she stood and straightened her clothes. Sloan sat back in her chair and groaned. She helped him out by tucking him back into his jeans and did them up before pulling him up to stand in front of her.

“I’m not leaving you behind this time.” Her statement was rewarded with a huge smile from Sloan as they walked hand in hand out of the office, still a little dazed.

Sloan stood back as he watched Crimson lead the debriefing. She was controlled, rational, and efficient. He could see she was a great and respected leader to her tribe.

It was so strange calling this group of people a tribe. It seemed so old fashioned, but he wanted to respect the way these people lived.

He’d already found them to be strong, loyal, and caring people. They had strong values and morals toward each other and the wider mortal population.

Using the world “mortal” in that context was odd, too. It would take him a while to get used to it.

The fact he was even considering getting used to this situation meant he planned on sticking around, and that realization shocked him to his core.

Could he see being in this place long term? Even being seen as the weaker sex? How would Crimson feel about that? Would he be accepted? Or shunned as a weak human?

He pushed all his questions to the back of his mind as he watched Crimson speak with the gathering to discover what had happened and where to go from there with the Cyclopes.

Crimson listened to whatever the people had to say, whether it was to rant, make suggestions, or ask questions.

She was patient and seemed to value everyone’s contribution.

He watched in awe as Crimson continued to lead the debriefing, trying to find a solution.

That was until he felt someone bump his hip.

He turned to see Crimsons sister—Annika was it?—standing beside him. How long had she been there?

These Amazons really were stealthy.

She gestured with her head for him to follow her out of the room.

He turned to see if Crimson saw the exchange. She hadn’t, but his curiosity got the better of him, and he followed the little intruder out.

“What’s up, Annie?”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Why? Don’t you like it? Well, I don’t like being interrupted…three times. Deal with it.”

“You’re a dick. I won’t tell you then.” And then she turned to walk away.

Why that manipulative little…

“Annika, I’m sorry,” he said in a rush as she walked away. “What did you want to tell me?”

She turned to look at him with a hard stare before walking back over to where he stood.

“Did she tell you about what you have to do to become an Amazon’s partner?”

“An Amazon’s partner?”

“I didn’t think she would. I’m guessing you know about the Amazon’s history with men?” Sloan just nodded his response. “When thoughts and attitudes started to change within the community, the Queen and elders started to accept that relationships were going to occur between Amazon women and men. Amazons had always used men for sex, but they had never been emotionally attached…”

“Is there a reason I’m getting a history lesson right now?”

“Do you want to know or not?” she snapped.

“Fine,” he snapped back.

“So, Amazons had never been emotionally attached. The Queen and elders watched interactions between Amazons and men for decades before they came up with a code. A code an Amazon’s true life partner must adhere to, to be recognized as worthy for an Amazon…you with me so far, soldier boy?”

“Yes, will you just get to the point already?”

“Asshole. Since the code came into place, Amazons across the world have found their true-life partner. The code states an Amazon’s true-life partner will fight for them, fight with them, and fight against them. So far, soldier boy, you’ve checked two out of three.”

“What are you talking about?” He was completely lost.

She let out a frustrated breath. “Stay with me now. By fighting for Crimson the night you met, and not because you thought you had to but because you wanted to, you proved you were an honorable and respectful man, that’s one. When you fought by her side earlier tonight, you demonstrated your courage and loyalty, that’s two. All you’ve got left to do is fight against her to show your strength of character and trust, and…”

“Whoa, whoa, wait you think I’m C’s life partner? I’ve known her less than a week!”

“It doesn’t matter. If you two are fated to be, you will fight against her eventually. I just thought you should know. You can try to fight it or accept it.”

That’s when the door to the great room opened and Crimson, along with a few other Amazons, approached them.

“What are you two talking about?” Crimson looked between them suspiciously.

“The Cyclops.” Annika lied easily to her sister.

“We’re on our way to question him now. Sloan, you’re coming with us.” She walked away, still looking questioningly at him.

He was still in shock but followed after Crimson.

Before he left, he managed to throw over his shoulder, “Thanks for the advice…Annie.”

He shut the door just as she lunged to hit him. Then he heard the sound of a punch on the other side of the door. He just smiled and followed after Crimson and the others.

“Good chat with my sister?”

“Definitely informative,” was his only response.

* * * *

Her sister was up to something, she just knew it. There was no way she was advising him about the Cyclops.

Crimson couldn’t think of that right now. She had to focus on what she was doing.

She was stood next to the bed of an angry Cyclops. Sloan stood next to her while two warriors stood on the opposite side with two guarding the door.

The Cyclops had been chained to the bed and sedated while being kept here. His wounds had been attended to and kept reasonably comfortable.