The kiss became savage, and in turn, the loving became savage. Her teeth banged his; her body slammed up and down. She purred, she groaned, she gasped some more.
"That"s it," Joachim praised. "Take it all."
"Yes."
"No more fear." Joachim.
"No more," she panted.
"Come for me, sweet." Joachim nipped her collarbone. He strained against his bonds. "Show me how much you like having me inside you."
There was no holding back at that point, no prolonging the pleasure. She erupted for the second time. The o.r.g.a.s.m was so intense a black web clouded her vision. She was dying slowly, quickly, unable to breathe, yet so alive she could have stayed exactly where she was forever. "Joachim," she screamed, and for once she didn"t care how broken her voice sounded.
"Brenna." Joachim roared loud and long and reared up, sinking deep, deeper than she"d ever thought possible.
She collapsed onto his chest. "Thank you," she panted. "Thank you."
"Untie me," he ordered harshly.
She didn"t think to deny him. Blindly she reached up and removed the bonds. His arms instantly wrapped around her, pulling her close and holding her tightly. Cherishing her.
"No more fear," he said again.
"No more," she agreed. She would have agreed with anything he said just then. Marry him-yes. Be his slave-of course.
His heat surrounded her, enveloped her, beckoned her.
"Mine," he said. "Yours," she breathed. "Joachim"s." Her eyes closed, her lids growing heavier and heavier with every second that pa.s.sed.
Sleep summoned, a peaceful sleep she"d needed for so long but had been too afraid to take. "Don"t let me go."
"Never."
Oblivion claimed her then. She was smiling.
SHIVAWN STOOD IN THE hallway for a long while. He wished Brenna had chosen him, but it had been Joachim her eyes had heated for. Joachim she"d probably wanted all along. He was angry, so very angry. She was beautiful, she was pa.s.sionate, she was kind. But she wasn"t his. He knew that now. No matter how much pleasure Shivawn could have given her, no matter how safe he could have made her feel, she would always have wanted Joachim.
The two were mates, that much was clear now.
And so he ended up alone.
Perhaps one day he would find a woman who loved him like that. Who wanted him above all others.
He blinked when he realized Alyssa had stepped into the hall and now stood a few feet away from him. He scowled at her.
She frowned at him. "You smell like a human," she said flatly. "Have you been with one? Is she your mate?"
"What business is it of yours?" He leapt into a quick stride.
She followed suit, keeping pace beside him. "Is she?"
"No," he snapped.
"I told you I would see to your needs," she snapped back. "You should have come to me."
"And I told you no." Alyssa was beautiful, and Shivawn even felt himself stir for a taste of her, but he would not touch her.
He didn"t have Valerian"s love for the vampires.
Vampires survived on blood and sometimes took more than they should. He"d made the mistake of bedding a vampire only once and had almost died for it. Never again, he"d vowed. Alyssa knew that, but she always sought him out when she came to visit.
"Goodbye, Alyssa," he said, and strode away from her.
She wasn"t content to remain behind this time. She rushed after him, even jumped in front of him. Her eyes glowed. "I"ve always known I would have you one day, Shivawn, and I"ve decided today is that day."
Her lips slammed into his, her tongue forcing its way into his mouth. The taste of her filled him. Not a taste of blood and death, but of woman. Shivawn found himself responding. He was disgusted with himself but maybe, just maybe, she could help him forget his loneliness.
"One night," he growled. "That"s all I"ll give you."
Triumph blazed in her eyes, and her red, red lips curled in a sensual smile. "That"s all I"m asking for."
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE.
SHAYE LOUNGED AT THE EDGE of the bathing pool. Warm, steaming water lapped at her sensitized skin. The scent of orchids filled the room, sweetly perfuming the air with a sultry ambiance. She inhaled deeply. Her body was sore, but her spirit was invigorated.
Valerian sat behind her, ma.s.saging her shoulders. His magical fingers worked her muscles expertly. He knew exactly where to rub, knew the precise amount of pressure to apply for optimum enjoyment. Her head lolled back, resting on his shoulder. Steam coated their skin and his exhalations chilled the sheen of liquid.
"Thank you for gifting me with your virginity," he said.
"My pleasure." Really. She"d never enjoyed herself more. Never thought losing all control, all sense of her cool facade could be so blissful.
In the pleasure-filled hours they"d just spent together, she"d realized a few things. She"d given Valerian more than her body; she"d given him pieces of herself, just as she"d feared. She hadn"t meant to, had tried to guard against it, yet had been helpless to do otherwise. But it was going to be okay.
He was a nymph, and nymphs liked s.e.x (and lots of it), but she would be the one he came to. She was going to trust him.
Not love him, she a.s.sured herself, still refusing to experience the emotion. But trust.
It would be hard, she didn"t doubt that, but to keep him in her life she was willing to try.
"Your wounds healed," she said without turning to face him. She"d noticed when they adjourned to this bath.
"Yes."
"I"m glad."
"Me, too."
"Now you have the strength to tell me the secret spot on a woman "s body," she said. "The place that brings maximum pleasure."
"Mmm, well. I will tell you for a kiss." He nuzzled the side of her cheek.
Ah, she loved his bargaining. "I"ll kiss you if you tell me what I want to know, " she said throatily, grinding against the erection pressed against her lower back.
He hissed in a breath. "I love when you move like that. Keep doing it and I will tell you all my deep, dark secrets."
Up, down she moved.
His hands tightened on her waist. "Close your eyes," he commanded softly.
They"d made love only an hour ago, but it felt like an eternity. She needed him inside her again. Addicting... that "s what he was.
"Shaye." He tsked. "Close. Your. Eyes."
Her eyelids fluttered shut. Darkness blanketed her mind. His hands glided over her shoulders, caressed her neck, then dipped to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, kneading.
"Picture what I"m doing to you."
"I thought-"
"Do it." Picture it, he"d said, so she did. In her mind, she could see the thickness of his hands covering the pale mounds of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Her nipples, pink and pearled, peaked through the crevices of his fingers. Pleasure spiraled through her, hot and needy.
Seemingly unquenchable.
Unbidden, her legs spread, silently begging for his attentions. A single touch, a pinch, something. Anything. She ached, oh, she ached.
One of Valerian"s hands glided down her stomach. She felt it, yes, just the way she"d wanted it, but more than that she saw it in her mind. Another picture of them. Valerian behind her, this time with his hand between her legs, parting her wet folds. But he didn"t touch her where she needed him most. Not yet. He stayed poised, inches above her entrance.
"What do you see?" His voice was strained, as if it required all of his strength to remain still.
"You. Me."
"Do you see me licking you here or sliding my fingers into you?"
"F-fingers," she managed.
"Are they moving slowly, savoring or pounding in and out?"
As he spoke, she again pictured it. Again saw it, unable to stop the flood of images. Yet he didn"t do it, didn"t do what she needed. Her hips moved forward, seeking. Back, seeking. Forward, back. Writhing and arching. "Touch me, Valerian. Please."
"Tell me. What do you see? Slow or fast?"
"Fast. Hard." Water sloshed over the pool"s rim. "So hard."
He pinched her nipple, and a lance of desire hit directly between her legs. She cried out at the amazing torment of it.
"Shaye. Moon. Your mind shows you the things your body needs before you actually know you need them."
No more talking, she wanted to shout. Make love to me. "I don"t understand."
"The most erotic place on a woman"s body is her mind. By giving her the right images, a man can increase her pleasure a hundred times." He bit her ear. "Lean forward for me, moon."
She did, and even that served as a stimulant. The water caressed her c.l.i.toris, making her shiver.
"Hold on to the ledge," Valerian beseeched.
Angling forward a few more inches, she curled her hands on the ledge. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and hips were out of the water now and Valerian was granted a full view of her from behind.
A long while pa.s.sed in silence. She stayed where she was, antic.i.p.ating the first touch. Wet hair tumbled down her back and shoulders. Some of the ends treaded the water"s surface. When would he touch her? She needed him to touch her. "Valerian?"
"You are magnificent," he said, his voice heavy with awe. He traced the tattoo on her lower back.
A shiver danced through her.
"I like this," he said. "A skull with a pretty bow on top. It is a mark that says you are both warrior and woman." His lips brushed the tattoo; the hot wetness of his tongue traced it. He kissed his way up her spine and grazed the back of her neck, smoothing her hair aside to get to her. "The first time I saw you," she said, "I thought you were a G.o.d, rising from the sea."
"And I thought you were the thing I needed most in my life."
His words acted with the heady intoxication of a caress. She licked her lips, then bit into them to tamp down a loud, long scream of pleasure when his c.o.c.k pressed into her opening.
"So tight," he praised.
"More."
He gave her an inch. "Is that all you want?"
"More."
Another inch. Not enough. "And now?"
"More, more, more."
He pounded all the way in. She gasped. He groaned. But he didn"t move, just left them both at the edge. "Do you know the most erotic place on a man"s body, moon?"
By this point, she was incapable of speech. She needed him too fiercely. The ache was all consuming. Burning. Yes, she burned fiery hot. Pulses of electricity sparked along her veins, demanding completion.
"His heart," Valerian finally said. "His heart."