Woman Bewitched (7 page)

She fit against him perfectly, his cock resting tightly against her lower stomach. How had he ever existed without her in his life? This closeness, this unity, was something he wasn’t sure he could live without, now that he’d had this small taste.

The warmth of her mouth, the taste of her lips, stunned him. Her very presence held him in place as surely as if he’d been bound. He knew now that he
was
bound to this one, perfect woman.

He groaned deep in his throat when she opened for him. His tongue sank into the warm recesses of her mouth, skimmed smoothly over her teeth and tangled with hers. Warmth engulfed him as she reached up, thrust her fingers in his hair and held him close.

It seemed ridiculous that, as old as he was, a mere kiss could drive him to these heights, yet it did. She did. Her feet dangled off the ground as he straightened and moved to press her against the stone wall of the building behind her.

She moaned when he broke their kiss, trailing his lips over her jaw and down to just behind and under her ear to suckle a sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder. He gloried in the fact that, unlike his father,
he
had found his soul mate. She must be his.

He groaned again when she wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing his hard cock into the warm cradle of her hips. He could feel the heat radiating from her core and wanted nothing more than to sink his cock into her moist heat.

This wasn’t wrong. The Fates had known what they were doing when they brought them together. Unlike the rest of the universe, they knew what was happening throughout the space-time continuum. They knew the past, the present and the future. Who was he to question anything they told him—especially when it felt so damned right?

In his haste to feel every inch of her body pressed against his, Kyl slammed her against the wall, none too gently. They both grunted at the impact. Thankfully, though, Marti showed no other outward sign of pain.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked, his breathing heavy. Pushing her legs down, he held her upright while he visually inspected her for injury. “I think I got carried away.”

“I think we both got carried away,” she said wryly, giving him a half smile. “Maybe we should get going. We should be inside before we try that again.” She shook her head with a chuckle. “While I’m not totally against another kiss, I definitely don’t want an audience.”

Neither did Kyl. When he took her into his arms again, he had no intention of letting her out of them for a very, very long time and he was pretty sure nakedness would be involved.

While the people of this world would never arrest him or his woman for indecency, it would prove rather embarrassing for them both if someone caught them in a compromising position.

“Me either.” He grinned. “Do you mind if we hurry back to my place?”

“Mind?” She grinned. “I insist.”

Kyl winked, picked her up, and flew back to his home. Literally.

Marti laughed as he flew her through the city. How she missed the ability to fly with the wind in her hair.
Perhaps it won’t be so bad to rely on Kyl, or someone, to take me where I want to go. At least I’m free to choose here.

Thankfully.

She thought about the man who held her so gently in his arms. She brushed her fingers against her lips as she remembered their kiss and heat pooled in her womb. She wanted him. She knew that. If for no other reason, she wanted him to help erase her memories of her last night on Katkari.

Lost in thought, she barely noticed when he landed gently on a second story balcony. She looked down at the water, the waves glittering in the moonlight, and somehow knew she had made the right decision. If anyone could make her forget the clumsy touch of the palace guard it was Kyl.

“Don’t think about that place.”

“How—”

“Shh…” Leaning down, he kissed the tip of her nose. “Your expression was so worried, so intense. You couldn’t have been thinking of anywhere but there.” He drew her close, resting his chin on the top of her head and she welcomed his warm embrace. “You’re here now. You’re safe and no one will ever make you a slave again.”

How Marti wanted to believe him. It surprised her to realize that she did. However, how did one guarantee the safety of another if they didn’t know the circumstances of their incarceration? How could he know when she didn’t? “How can you be so certain?” She hated that her voice sounded so weak and unsure.

“Because I know that we are too many and they will fall. They must fall. The righteous shall always prevail.”

“That sounds a bit fanatical.” She frowned. Did he have the same attitude as those who had held her captive for so long?

“No. It is truth. I do not base my opinion on some mythological ideal, but on truth. What they have done to you and to the others is wrong. Like I said, they will fall and we shall prevail.”

“They have a mighty army and a weapon we don’t understand. What if they can take your abilities the way they took mine and we are all left powerless?”

“Our weapons are mighty and they are endless.” He smiled down at her. “There is nothing so mighty as what is right and there is nothing so endless as a defender’s will to do what is right for those he or she has chosen to protect.”

Leaning down, he easily lifted her into his arms. “I’m not fanatical or crazy.” Smiling, he pressed another kiss against the tip of her nose as he carried her inside. “I merely know that it is wrong to enslave people. It is wrong to force them to one’s will. There is no excuse to explain such actions away—not even if they claimed religion as their excuse. I know of no god who would condone the enslavement or the subjugation of others regardless of their sex or beliefs. If there
is
such a god, he or she does not deserve my faith.”

Marti almost gasped when her eyes adjusted to the low light of the room. A huge bed sat against one wall. A large pool of steaming water sat in the corner, just begging her to strip off her clothes and sink below its glassy surface. The doorway he’d just entered was more than just a door. It was a long, glass wall facing the ocean. The moon shone through the glass, the glimmering water of the ocean below beckoning her just as surely as the large pool in the corner.

“It’s a beautiful room.”

“My father designed it,” Kyl said with a shrug. “I always thought it a bit ostentatious.”

“No.” Marti shook her head, her eyes wide, as she took in the gleaming wood tables and large, overstuffed chairs situated near the fireplace on the far wall. “It’s perfect.”

She could imagine staying in this room with him. She saw them playing a board game on the table, sitting in front of the fire in those huge chairs and…she felt her face heat—she could see them making love on that huge bed.

Marti stood still and watched him approach. She wanted to lead him to the bed, to strip off her clothes and offer herself to him like the slave she had once been, but she couldn’t.

Sighing, she turned away. Angry. Fisting her hands, she squeezed her eyes closed. How could she have been such a self-reliant, well-adjusted woman only five years ago and now was not? Where had her self-confidence gone?

She bit her lip and reached up to toy with the buttons at her neck. Did she have the courage to remove her clothes and ask him to erase the bad memories, or had the people of Katkari succeeded in making her the coward they always claimed that she was?

With a shake of her head, Marti stepped away from Kyl as her trembling fingers fumbled with the buttons of her blouse. She was strong. She was confident. She put this skimpy, sexy outfit on to turn this man on, didn’t she? Well, damn it, she would somehow find the courage to take it off while he watched. After all, that
had
been her original plan when she’d put the thing on.

Unsure what he would think as he stood behind her, waiting so patiently for her to come to grips with herself, Marti unbuttoned the blouse. With a shrug, it slipped from her shoulders and fell to the floor at her feet. Another button and a flick of her wrist had her almost non-existent skirt pooling around her feet, leaving her standing before him in the red leather boots and nothing else.

Marti suppressed a nervous giggle. In her old life, this would have excited her, not terrified her, but things had changed.
She
had changed. Goose flesh covered her skin as she lowered her gaze and turned around. She didn’t remember ever being so frightened in her life as when she heard him draw in a sharp breath. Did he like what he saw, or did she disgust him? There was only one way to find out. Without further delay, Marti grasped what was left of her courage, and met his gaze.

Kyl’s mouth went dry at the vision before him. Marteeka stood in the center of his room gloriously naked but for the decadent leather boots. She was thin—too thin, yes, but still beautiful. Her skin glowed a healthy pink now that she’d had a few good meals in her and her cheeks had the rosy hue of health. Her posture stiff, she stood as one who was frightened of standing before one’s peers and found lacking.

“Gods, you’re beautiful.” His words came out a near groan as he stared at her high, firm breasts and indented waist. He couldn’t help himself. He found he must tell her that, for his own peace of mind as much as hers. In all of the years he’d lived, he had never seen anyone so beautiful as she was. She stood before him with the moonlight shining on her skin.

The silver curls at the juncture of her thighs glistened with moisture, proving that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. Yet he still didn’t want to move too fast. Frightening her was the last thing he wanted to do.

“You don’t think I’m too thin?” She wrung her hands as she stared down at the floor.

He could hear the fear of rejection in her voice and closed his eyes at the atrocity. How could one so beautiful fear such a thing? “You’re so beautiful it almost hurts to look upon you. I can’t imagine that you could be any more or less so, no matter what.”

“I—I don’t know what to say.”

He opened his eyes at her answer and smiled when he saw that she nervously bit her lip. “Then say you’ll allow me to love you.” He moved a step closer. Encouraged by her reluctance to move away, he moved closer still. “Will you allow me to worship you?”

“Worship me?” She shook her head with a slow smile. “Unlikely. However, I could be convinced to allow you to get naked with me and show me what you can do with that hard cock I see straining to dance free of your pants.”

Kyl gave her a sheepish grin. “At least that should tell you how much I want you and allay any fears to the contrary.

“First things first.” Grabbing the hem of his shirt, he ripped it over his head. “I think I’m way overdressed.” His shoes, pants and underwear soon followed the path of his shirt.

He stared at the triangle of glistening, silver curls, thinking of the slick folds hidden behind them. “I can’t wait to taste you.” Dropping to his knees, Kyl moved the last few inches toward her. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pressed his face against her mons and inhaled deeply. “You smell so good.” He kissed her lower stomach, his tongue delving deep into her navel before he moved lower, to lick the crease of her thigh.

“You taste exquisite.” He pressed his nose into her tight blonde curls and inhaled deeply. “You smell exquisite.” Pulling back, he looked up at her with a smile. “I plan to make you scream no less than three times before I make you mine.”

Before she could protest, Kyl pressed against her legs. Pulling the zipper down, he kissed every newly exposed inch as he removed first one, then the other boot. Her skin pebbled as he kissed his way back up to the juncture of her thighs.

Moving between her legs, spread wide to keep from falling as he removed her boots, Kyl pressed a kiss against her mons, his tongue delving between her nether lips for a taste of her sweet cream.

He groaned at the taste and the heady feeling her low moan gave him. Reaching up, he grasped her hips and lifted her onto his shoulders.

She grasped the back of his head with a gasp and stiffened. “You’ll drop me.”

“No,” he growled. “I will not. I am a defender and strong enough to hold you in any position we choose.” He sucked her clit into his mouth.

She gasped and stiffened, her grip on his head tightening to the point that he knew she wasn’t ready for this. She trusted him, but not that much. Yet.

Standing, he walked with her on his shoulders, his face buried deep in her cunt as he carried her to the bed. Lowering himself to his knees, he rested her on the soft down cover and felt her tension melt away as she leaned back.

Her head thrashed on the bed as he continued to assault her clit, his tongue lashing the tight bundle of nerves. Her moans grew louder as his fingers found her channel and thrust deep. He pressed his fingers up to that spot he knew existed inside her and she whimpered, her body growing taught with the need for release.

A few more strokes of his tongue against her clit and she came. Her scream loud, she tightened her legs around his head, her back arched as she rode the waves of her first climax.

Slowly, Kyl lapped at her quivering flesh. Soon he would make her come again and again. This first time with her must be special. After all, a defender claimed his mate only once.

Marti couldn’t think, she could barely breathe. The only thing she seemed to be able to do at the moment was feel as Kyl continued to eat at her. Once, she came. Then again. She reached for her third climax as Kyl thrust his fingers deep inside her, pressing upward toward her navel.

Waves of pleasure washed over her as, just as he promised, she came a third time. Her body stiffened, her legs squeezing his head and shoulders tight as her back bowed up off the mattress. The surging pleasure crashed over her as he continued to suckle and lave her hypersensitive nub.

“Please stop.” She sobbed the words, unable to do anything more than beg Kyl to stop his sensual assault. “I can’t take anymore.”

Why was he so different than the other men she’d been with? Why was he so focused on bringing her such repeated pleasure?