Shooting Stars / Bound by Love (3 page)

Looking up from his god-like form, Christina gasped in wonder at the beauty before her. Lush, green rolling hills, thick white clouds, a blue, sparkling ocean in the distance.

But her breath was taken completely away when she sighted an ancient stone castle, larger than a 20-plex condo in San Francisco. This castle, amazingly enough, seemed to be the giant s destination.

And hers, too, by default.

Where am I? she asked. When there was no response, she pounded on her captor s back. I said, where the hell am I?

With brute force, Christina was returned to the ground. Or at least close to the ground. A strong grip held her by the waist a mere inch from the verdant ground. She wiggled her toes, but it was no use.

You will not curse again, he said, his eyes promising swift retribution should she disobey him.

Curse? What curse? Christina racked her brain. She hadn t said fuck or shit or crap, even though her circumstance certainly warranted a little well-aimed swearing. Oh, she said with a smile as understanding dawned. Oh I get what you re saying. You mean you don t want me to say the world hell again.

His fingers tightened around her waist, stealing her breath. Did you not hear my instructions? His words were deathly soft.

Christina felt a moment of deep uncertainty. No man had ever frightened her like this before. It was strangely, wonderfully arousing. Maybe she should have visited some S&M clubs back home, but she was pretty sure that leather and chains wasn t her best look so she d never given it a try.

He squeezed her until her ribs felt like they were going to crack beneath his hard hands. I heard you, she rasped. He loosened his hold on her. A rush of air poured from her lips. But still, even if he thought her mad, she had to know where she was.

Is this Ireland?

She thought for one blissful, hopeful moment that he was going to kiss her as his eyes went green to black and back to green again. Instead he swung her up over his shoulder again, his large hand firmly cupping her backside.

You dare to insult a Scotsman? he fumed.

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Christina couldn t waste another moment on fear. Not when she was in Scotland, the country she had always dreamt of, with one of the warriors she masturbated to in the privacy of her bathtub with the pulsating shower head late at night.

Scotland! she exclaimed. How wonderful! Are you by any chance a Laird?

Her gorgeous captor grunted. His displeasure was clear from the simple sound.

Maybe he ll punish me
, Christina thought with barely repressed glee. She could already picture his massive hand coming down to strike her bare ass.

Maybe he ll take me down to the torture chamber and lash at me with his
tongue until I submit to him forever as his love slave.
Her pussy grew wet at the thought and her nipples peaked against his back. She was definitely looking forward to the love slave part. Who knew, maybe chains and shackles were her thing after all.

He quickly covered the land between the church and the castle. She barely had time to admire the thick tapestries on the walls, the enormous fireplace it was bigger than her entire living room back at home in San Francisco and the fantastic costumes everyone was wearing.

He called out to the man nervously following them up the stairs. I will have privacy. If you hear screams, you are to ignore them.

The man bowed at his back. Christina thought she caught a flicker of amusement in his eyes. She wasn t sure what was so funny about screams, unless they were screams of pleasure, of course.

Yes, Marcus. I will instruct the servants.

Marcus. Now she had his name.

Marcus, she said, liking the way his name tasted on her lips, I appreciate you saving me the effort of walking up all the steps, but are you ever going to put me down?

He kicked open a huge wooden door and tossed her from his shoulders.

Christina landed with a thud on her back on top of a thick bed cover.

You are down, he growled.

Christina tried to catch her breath, but it was a losing proposition. The most virile man she had ever seen was throwing off his clothes in angry motions.

Screw it
, she thought.
I might as well help him get naked
.

Christina scooted towards the edge of the bed, but she had forgotten that she was wearing the awfully heavy, confining wedding gown. Layers of lace threatened to strangle her. They wound around her ankles and trapped her wrists. She fell off the bed with a loud thump.

Damn it! she cried, before remembering that Marcus really didn t react well when she swore.

Just as she had expected, he was at her side in an instant, his eyes blazing with fury at her ceaselessly dirty mouth. He wrapped a fist around the material at her waist and hauled her to her feet.

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Did you not understand me? My wife will not curse! he bellowed in a voice loud enough to bring all of the villagers to their feet, quaking with fear.

Christina knew she should be cowering at the punishment that surely awaited her, but the sight of Marcus s naked chest stole away every emotion but one.

Lust. Deep, desperate lust.

Marcus s huge, muscled, tanned chest taunted her with its magnificence. She pressed her hands to his pectoral muscles and squeezed. You re so hard, she sighed with pleasure.

She heard him suck in a breath and his nipples grew hard as she ran her fingers down toward his amazing abs.

I ve got to taste you, she begged. She flicked the tip of one salty nipple with her tongue. Oh god, she whispered against his chest, you taste so good.

Marcus groaned. He pulled her closer and Christina greedily licked and bit at his flesh. Abruptly, he pushed her an arm s length away.

I have married a sorceress.

His words were flat and Christina couldn t tell if he was pleased or infuriated by her boldness. She glanced down at the hugest bulge she had ever seen between a man s thighs.

Definitely pleased.

She chuckled softly. I wouldn t quite say that I m a sorceress, but thank you.

In one quick movement the wedding dress was ripped clear from her body.

Christina took much needed oxygen into her lungs as the heavy weight was lifted from her frame. While she was greatly looking forward to screwing her new husband, she wasn t particularly thrilled about wearing anything like that stupid dress ever again. Which just gave her one more excellent reason to stay naked and in bed with Marcus.

His words cut through her thoughts. You dare to thank me for naming you a witch? His eyes scanned her body with disregard, then stopped at her full breasts.

Christina s nipples grew hard under the heat of his gaze.

Have you no shame? he said, but the force of his words was overridden by his obvious desire.

Christina s eyes twinkled. This was even better than her fantasies. None at all, she said with a shake of her head. Her dark tresses shook out over her bare shoulders. She had never felt more sensuous, more ready to be fucked.

Besides, that dress was driving me nuts. Almost as much as these stupid shoes.

She kicked the pointy instruments of torture across the room. Her feet bare, her toenails bright red against her pale skin, Christina took a step closer to Marcus. She pressed her full breasts to his bare chest and wrapped her arms around his neck.

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Her blood boiling with need, she purred, Now, don t you think it s time for the mighty warrior to take his little virgin to bed?

* * * * *

San Francisco, present day

The master wants his slave to suck his dick, Jake said with a smile.

Christiania s eyes widened in alarm as he straddled her neck with his muscular thighs. The orbs beneath his shaft pressed against her cold lips.

She went rigid with renewed fear.

Her mind went black and she desperately tried to conjure up a Hail Mary.

Squeezing her eyes tightly shut, she began to pray.

But when she moved her lips she inadvertently sucked in one of her captor s globes.

Oh yes, Christina. I mean Christiania. Just like that.

Jake s skin was soft against her mouth. Through a veil of fear, she recognized that he tasted similar to the Christmas sweets she had gorged on as a pampered child. Before her years of thrift at the nunnery. How she had longed to taste a sweet all those years. And now she was.

She peeked open an eye. Jake was running his hand up and down his shaft, seeming to squeeze it. He shifted slightly and placed the tip against her lips. It was coated with something slick and clear and slid against her inflamed skin.

Clean me off, baby, he instructed in a low voice.

Afraid to disobey, Christiania gently swept her tongue across his engorged flesh. His juice tasted sweet on her tongue.

Again, he groaned.

Less afraid this time, she licked his sweet sap. Boldly, she wrapped her lips around him and sucked an inch of his heat into her mouth.

Jake s swift intake of breath told her all she needed to know.

Suddenly more excited than afraid, a welcome heat flooded her belly. Oddly enough, it pleased her to please this man. Even odder, she wasn t feeling submissive as she knew a woman should with a man, as she had been trained since birth to be.

He pushed further into her mouth. Instead of wanting to fight him, Christiania wanted to take more of his heat within her.

Greedily, she sucked at him, opening her jaw wide to accommodate his girth.

He backed into her throat and instinctively she relaxed her muscles to aid him in gaining entry. His skin was velvety soft and hot. So gloriously hot.

Jake slid in another inch.

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The rhythm of his hips as he plunged in and out of her mouth matched the pulsing between her legs. Christiania wanted desperately to rub the spot between her legs as her flesh throbbed and cried out for touch.

Like a flash, the light dawned upon her.

God had sent her to be with this man. Who was she to doubt The Creator? She would not fail Him, she pledged as she sucked at Jake s manhood with vigor.

The Great Almighty would be pleased by her.

And so would Jake.

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Chapter Four

Scotland, 1320

Marcus marveled at the lustfulness in his wife. He had expected a cold, chaste kiss during their marriage ceremony, not a hot, unholy plundering of his mouth. His cock grew thicker still as he recalled the sweet taste of his new wife.

Nonetheless, he cursed himself for giving away his surprise at her forward speech during the wedding ceremony. Now, should he find his wife to be a whore, he would have to work doubly hard to keep shame from falling on his people.

He wound his hands into her thick hair and pulled her head back so that her eyes locked with his. I hope to God that your virgin s barrier is thick. He tried and failed to conjure up an appropriately menacing tone.

The problem was that his wife s naked body tempted him as no other. He was even harder than the day the three lush chambermaids had helped him with his bath while on his travels to England the previous year.

Was that nervousness he saw in her crystal clear eyes? It had to be. Women were always afraid of him, of his size and power over them. But another look made him wonder if he was mistaken. Could it be not nerves, but excitement that radiated from his nunnery-bred wife?

Impossible. The lass had to be quivering in her blood-red tipped toes. He narrowed his eyes as he studied her feet. It had to be, unfortunately, another sign that she was a witch. Never before had he seen such vivid color painted on a woman s feet.

He increased the power of his glare, hoping to frighten her into a confession. Marcus had reduced the strongest warriors to tears with but a look. One wee girl from a nunnery was no match for him.

His new wife cleared her throat. I have ridden horses my whole life, Marcus.

And you must know that when I ride something, I ride it hard.

He liked the sound of his name on her lips, the overtly sensual meaning behind her words. Too much. He pulled his gaze from her taut nipples and the slight mound of her belly. The ache inside him was pure insanity.

As were her continued mutters about horses. I may have broken my, um what s the word you d use? Oh yes, my maidenhead while riding horses. She lowered her voice. I m sure I saw blood once when I was a teenager after a particularly long, hard, sweaty ride.

Marcus could tell she was lying. Her gaze was pinned to the thick rock fireplace over his left shoulder. He was going to sit back and let her write her own death note with her falsehoods. He scanned her lush figure again, pushing away the disappointment that welled inside him. What a pleasure she would have been as his wife, to bed again and again, even after she had delivered him his heir.

And I m very active, you know, she added with a nervous giggle. I fell down the stairs once. That could have broken my hymen.

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Enough. He couldn t stand to hear her use such language. Even if it turned him on as no other woman had. No more lies, he warned, his words menacing and hard. He pulled her against him with one hand, spreading her thighs apart with the other. I will feel the truth.

Roughly, he slid one thick finger into her vagina. The slickness that eased his passage was a great surprise.

As was the heat.

And the lust that threatened to burst his veins.

Tight muscles clenched against his fingers. Marcus, she moaned as she pressed hot kisses against his nipples.

Christina bucked her hips into his hand. His fingers stroked something thick and swollen at the top of her woman s mound. She rubbed her clit into his palm, pushing his finger up even deeper into her.

Marcus had not intended to take his wife this way. He had planned to be gentle. To get her with child, then deal with his needs elsewhere. As had his father and his father s father before that.

His plans were forgotten. Slipping his finger from her ready slit, Marcus lifted her up and threw her onto the bed. Ripping off his plaid in haste, he positioned his cock between her thighs.