Dragon Lords 4-Warrior Prince (28 page)

Zoran waited to see what she would do with him. Excitement and fierce desire flooded him at the dangerous game she played.

"Pia," he began in warning.

"On your knees, prisoner," Pia said. When he didn’t readily obey, she kicked him in the back of the knee, forcing him to drop to the floor. "You will speak only when asked a direct question. Do you understand?"

Zoran said nothing, his jaw lifted.

Pia chuckled, letting him hear that she was unconcerned with his defiance. "I have ways of making you talk, prisoner."

The blade again poked his back. His groin filled--hardening and becoming eagerly erect.

"Take off your shirt," she said huskily. Her voice was quiet. "Let me see that you have no weapons."

Zoran grinned. He couldn’t help it. With one swift movement, he obeyed. Tossing his shirt to the side, he knew she would find the knife behind his back.

The tip of her sword slowly edged over his shoulder by his neck. He watched the blade as it barely missed the tender flesh of his throat. She took the knife from his waist and he heard it being tossed aside.

Pia studied the hard lines of his back. Not a measure of fat marred his flawless body, as muscles sculpted his taunt flesh in a symphony of masculine perfection.

"Put your hands above you head before I cut it off," she demanded quietly.

Zoran stubbornly refused. The blade dipped by his flesh, brushing it slightly as she lifted his chin up with the blade. He lifted his hands and placed them on the back of his head.

Pia went forward, lashing his wrists tightly together with leather straps. He could have fought her, struck her down while her hands were busy tying him, but he waited, letting her little plan unravel. His nostrils flared, detecting the awakening perfume of her feminine pleasure as she dominated him.

Pia was busy looking over his back and strong arms, liking the way his muscles bulged beneath his flesh, erotically pleased by the look of the dark leather restraints to his wrists.

"Now what?" Zoran chuckled, mockingly.

Pia shook herself back into action. With the back of her hand, she knocked him over the head. "Quiet!"

Zoran instantly obeyed. His breathing deepened.

Throwing a long strip of leather rope over a high beam on the ceiling, she tied one end to Zoran’s hands and pulled. Zoran was forced to stand, his hands brought high. Pia tied the other end to his wrists as well, trapping him up.

She smiled, very pleased with herself. As she came around to face him, she rested the sword over her shoulder. Zoran’s brown gaze dipped with a scorching fire over her attire. She looked damned sexy in his war council tunic. His eyes glinted with golden purpose, causing her to frown.

"Shift and I’ll be forced to run you through," she said, her face very serious. As if to prove her point, she took the sword to his waist and held it to his stomach. Zoran tensed, his eyes piercing daringly into her, challenging her to lose her composure.

Pia was enjoying herself immensely and didn’t even flinch at his fiery look. She moved to set the sword on the floor beside her.

"You’ll never get away with this," Zoran said, like a good defiant prisoner. His jaw hardened.

"I already have," Pia mocked.

"What do you want?"

"In due time," she said, "but first...."

Pia made a great show of studying him. Her eyes moved over his nipples, already budded with the excitement of his straining body. His long hair fell over his shoulders, a lock caught between his determined eyes to slash across his bold nose. Every defined ridge of his stomach flexed with his deep breath. Taking a finger to the center of his chest, she pressed her nail, scratching down to his navel to the little treasure trail of hair she found there.

"Let’s just make sure you don’t have anymore weapons hidden, shall we?" she mused. It wasn’t lost on her, as she unlaced his pants, that his entire body was a hot, hard weapon. With a jerk, she tugged the material from his hips, baring him to her completely. His pants hung about his ankles. Pia eyed the full length of him, already at full arousal. She almost gasped seeing it, but quickly caught herself.

"Why don’t you disarm that weapon?" he suggested. His voice was a guttural plea. "It looks as if it could be dangerous."

Zoran’s body tensed when it looked as if her hand was going to touch him, but at the last minute her course changed and she leaned over to take a knife from his boot. Bouncing it on her hand, she turned and threw it across the room, embedding it into the wall. Zoran body leaped in excitement of her skill.

"I think I can handle it," she answered, turning back. "Besides, only good prisoners are rewarded in such ways."

Zoran’s eyes lit. He instantly understood the rules of her game.

"Kick off your boots.".

Zoran instantly obeyed, kicking off his pants in the process to stand before her naked.

"Ah," she nodded in approval. "Glad to see you understand who is in charge here."

"Where’s my reward?" he asked, his body straining for her.

"What do you want?" she asked, pursing her lips together and looking him over.

"Your clothes," he answered, eyeing her with a hunger. "Take them off."

"What?" Pia asked, smiling prettily. She took up the edge of the tunic and lifted it over her thighs. Giving him only the barest peek of her nether hair, she dropped it back down. Zoran groaned in protest. "Sorry, you are in no position to command me."

"Untie me, Pia," he ordered. His body lurched to take her.

"No, I have a few questions for you first."

"What?" His eyes darkened suspiciously. Suddenly, he pulled with renewed force to be free. The binds were too tight.

"Tell me about the threat of the Var."

"There’s no threat--" he began.

Pia slapped him across the face, leaving the imprint of her hand. She demanded again, louder, "What is the Var threat?"

"They have been sensed outside the forest. It’s believed that they plan to overthrow us and take the Draig throne. It’s possible they seek to harm anyone of the royal family, though they more than likely will go after the King and Queen first," Zoran answered. As he said the words, he could tell she already knew as much.

Pia stepped up to him. He tried to pull away, but she pressed her body into him and lifted on her toes. To his surprise, she dragged her tongue slowly over his cheek where she’d struck him only to lightly suck the tip of his ear between her teeth and bite.

Pia felt his heartbeat quicken. She soothed the bite with her lips, before whispering, "Much better, prisoner."

When she pulled back, his eyes were swirling golden fire. Pia dragged her hand into the sensitive bend off his throat before trailing down.

"Why did you not tell me this before?"

Zoran didn’t answer. Pia frowned up at him and flicked his nipple with her nail. His body jerked.

"Why?" she insisted. Again she flicked him. Zoran closed his eyes, moaning in pleasure.

"I wanted to protect you from it," Zoran answered, mindless to what he said. He only knew he didn’t want her to stop her wonderful torture.

Pia rewarded him with soft licks to his erect nipples. He rewarded her with a groan of longing so intense it shook her to the core.

"What do we know for sure?" she demanded.

When he didn’t readily answer, she lifted her tunic slightly for him to see her upper thighs. His head turned, eagerly waiting her unveiling. She stopped right before she reached her naked sex.

"We know the Var have been..." He gulped. She lifted the tunic higher. "They’ve been overbold as of late. We..." He saw her hips clearly, her legs parted slightly in her dominating stance. "...know they plan something, we just can’t seem to discover what."

When his words stopped her movement stopped. Zoran tilted his head as far to the side as it would go. He could almost see the bottom curve of her breasts.

"We believe they have broken into the royal offices to study blueprints of the palace," he offered hopefully.

Pia tossed the tunic over her head and stood before him naked. Zoran’s mouth fell open, ready to devour her.

"Pia," Zoran moaned, the words were a plea. His eyes dipped over her skin. Her smell was driving his enhanced senses mad. The beast within him stirred with lust until he could only think of taking her. In his most commanding tone, he ordered her, "Untie me now."

"One more thing," she said instead. "What are we doing about this problem?"

"The war council has been called to meet tomorrow," he rushed. "It’s our law that the Var be given a chance to defend themselves before we declare war. The noble households have been alerted and those who wish to will come. Now, untie me."

Pia eyed him one last time, taking the opportunity to go to him. Taking her hand to his erect member, she boldly stroked it. His face tightened as she played with him.

"Good prisoner," she murmured in the most seductive tone he’d ever heard.

"Climb on me," Zoran urged, thrusting his hips into her fingers as he dipped his face forward in an effort to catch her lips. He missed. "And I’ll show you how good I really am."

Pia backed away from him. Her body was heady with power in the face of his need. She’d learned what she needed to for now. Turning around, she didn’t think as she bent over to pick up the sword.

Zoran saw her backside as she leaned over and howled. He lurched against his ties. They wouldn’t give. It didn’t stop him from trying. Pia smiled. Slowly rising, she stopped with her backside still pushed out to him as she glanced over her shoulder. He was fighting his restraints with a force she had never seen in him. His eyes were powerful in their liquid glory.

"Oh," she teased. "Do you like it when I do that?"

He nodded, reduced to nothing more than grunts and moans. His nostrils flared, smelling her. She detected a slight shifting above his eyes as his brows lowered.

Pia turned with the sword. She blinked with innocence. "I would let you go, but I’m scared you might try to punish me for my insolence. I might just have to leave you there."

Zoran growled, his expression saying he had every intention of punishing her in the most pleasurable way possible.

Pia was surprised when he didn’t speak. It was as if he was reduced to the most basic of primal instincts. He was a dragon and by the look in his eyes, he was going to mate.

Thrilled, she swung the sword over his head, breaking through the leather that held him to the ceiling. His bound wrists dropped, still tied. He stalked toward her. Pia dropped her sword in her haste to back up. Zoran lunged. His wrists hooked over her head, capturing her to him.

He breathed in ragged pants for a moment, as he reveled in his capture of her. Then, he ordered, "Get on your hands and knees."

Pia gasped at the force in him as he threw her toward the bed. She landed on her stomach. Zoran was instantly behind her with his supernatural speed, kneeling as he forced her legs apart. He hooked his wrists around her neck and pulled her to kneel before him. She groaned in excitement of his rough passion.

Zoran aimed, too far gone to stop himself as his animalistic aspect took over. Striking with a calculated accuracy, he pulled back on her neck to embed her completely on his shaft. He shouted in ruthless gratification. Pia gasped. His thighs pushed her legs apart, opening her helplessly to him.

Controlling her with his bound wrists Zoran thrust, driving hard and fast as he rode her in frenzied passion. He forced her to match his need, howling and grunting his enthusiasm behind her.

Pia thrilled in the uncontrolled fury of his claiming. Soon her body was pushed beyond where it had ever been.

Zoran pumped his muscular hips, slamming her back onto his thick erection. It was the most magnificent feeling of indulgence and power. Even as he controlled the movement, he knew that Pia had all the power over him. She’d conquered his heart with her bold ways. She commanded him completely.

Pia screamed, moaned, gasped, breathlessly begged for him to continue. His name left her lips with a desperate plea for more. She couldn’t take it, she felt the end coming for her, and she felt him riding her higher, higher--ahhh! Pia tensed, trembling uncontrollably as she quaked in climax.

Building wonderful friction with each thrust, Zoran didn’t slow, plunging faster, faster, deeper, claiming. Feeling her moist heat--so luxurious and hot--quivering around him, he was lost. With a yell, he tensed. His stomach tightening painfully as he spilled his seed within her.

Jerking her back onto him a few last times, marking her as his, Zoran rode the tremors out, frozen behind her like a statuesque god. Pia groaned as he unhooked her neck and allowed her to fall to the mattress.

Zoran shivered as she slid off his lowering arousal. Sanity gradually returned. He looked down, guilt trying to invade him as he realized what he had done. Pia didn’t move. He climbed back. To his surprise, she rolled over. A soft purr came from her throat as she looked at him. Her neck was red from where he’d controlled her, but she didn’t seem to notice.

Her body singing with delight, Pia licked her lips. The feelings inside her were too good not to experience again and again. She pulled forward to stand before him. Grabbing onto his bound wrists and giving them a firm jerk of control, she eyed his lowering member and said, "Where do you think you are going, prisoner? Your prison sentence isn’t over yet."

Zoran’s surprise increased tenfold. She’d enjoyed his rough passion as much as he.

Pia jerked his arms again and moved her fingers to his spent manhood. Taking him firmly in hand, she decreed, "I’ll give you time to recover. But mark my words captive, you will be showing me more of that."

Zoran grinned, his eyes narrowing. Oh, he had a lot more to show her. To his amazement, his loins twitched in her hand. He wouldn’t have thought it possible, but his member tried to rise to the occasion.

"So how many times can you go?" she challenged. Pia licked her lips as she smiled mischievously. Looking his naked body over, her brow rose and she asked, "And exactly how many different ways does this thing work?"