Awakening (11 page)

But as he started walking toward her, his chin lowered and his gaze fixed on her, she knew that was exactly what she was going to do. In other circumstances, she could have withstood the temptation, but the
breh-hedden
had her sex in an uproar and she needed Duncan. Now.

~ ~ ~

Duncan walked Rachel to the landing platforms then folded her to his home in Paradise Valley, straight to his bedroom. He had a small estate located on one of several large lakes in the northern part of Metro Phoenix Two.

The walls were made of rough gray stone and a waterfall to the right of the bed kept the space humid, a relief from the dry desert air.

Glancing around, he saw that his housekeeper had been there. He had excellent support staff.

The house was fairly new, which meant that Rachel had never seen it before. He was curious what she would think.

She turned in a circle. “Gideon has stone like this in his house. I love it.”

“I do, too.”

She moved toward the window overlooking the lake. The sun was setting and the water reflected a layer of orange-violet clouds. Lights from a few other estates could be seen in the distance.

“Beautiful view,” she said. “But what are we doing?”

“Rachel.”

She turned back to him, a frown furrowing her brow.

“You’re thinking about the past,” he offered, hoping like hell she didn’t bail on him. He drew close and held her arm gently.

“I wish we had no past to deal with, but, Duncan, we really shouldn’t be doing this.”

In a swift flow of images, he recalled the struggles of their relationship. Much of what had gone wrong was on him, but the
breh-hedden
had him in a tight grip.

He drew a deep breath. “Maybe not, but right now I want you as though my life depends on it.” He leaned close and kissed her cheek.

She flared her nostrils, weaving on her feet. “Your dark ale-cider scent.”

“And yours has me in a powerful grip. Please be with me Rachel. At least this once.”

He drew back and held her gaze. He watched her nod slowly.

He inclined his head toward the bathroom. “How about a shower?”

Still, she hesitated, but he understood. He had his issues and she had hers. The
breh-hedden
hadn’t changed any of that. He released her arm, giving her space.

Finally, she drew a deep breath as though firming up her resolve then moved close and took his hand. With a thought, he lost his uniform.

She did the same so that both sets of clothes now lay in a pile near the bench at the foot of the bed.

Leading her into the bathroom, he mentally set all seven heads to flowing as the water warmed up. She stepped into the shower, slipped beneath one of the taller sprays, and cooed her pleasure as the water flowed over her head. “This is wonderful. Just what I needed.”

Though he longed to touch her, he hadn’t had a proper shower since leaving the hospital. He took his time and used a lot of soap to get himself clean.

Occasionally, he’d stop and explore Rachel’s body with sudsy hands and she happily returned the favor.

At one point, he spent time on her breasts and had her panting; Rachel had very sensitive nipples. He sucked on her neck and moaning followed. When he sank his tongue in her ear, she cried out. He knew all the ways to work her body.

His cock was hard as she took turns with her own soaped up fingers, working him in steady pulls. He leaned his forehead against hers while she stroked and tugged his cock.

He only made her stop when he was close to release because he had one goal right now: To finish inside her.

Rinsing all the soap off, he finally left the shower and toweled dry. Rachel did the same, then took a few minutes to blow-dry her thick hair, getting most of the moisture out. He knew that she didn’t like damp hair hitting the pillow.

He left the bathroom, and turned down the comforter and top sheet, letting both fall onto the bench.

The silk sheets were a royal blue and soon Rachel’s beautiful blond hair would be spread out over the silk. He couldn’t believe this had happened, that events had led Rachel back to his bed. He ignored all his doubts about what they were doing and instead focused solely on her.

He kept the lights off but didn’t close the drapes. He wanted a view of the starry sky, the dark lake and distant lights. He had a free-standing, full-length mirror in the room and brought it close to the bed because Rachel had always liked to watch.

So had he.

Facing the bathroom, he stretched out on his side, waiting for the blow-dryer to shut off. His cock was half-erect, a state he knew Rachel enjoyed. She was very free and would spend hours exploring him, touching, licking, fondling. He recalled one session after they’d grown comfortable with each other, where they’d spent hours suckling each other at the same time, bringing each other to the edge, pulling back, drawing the moment out.

He’d loved it.

When she finally appeared, she looked angelic with her hair now a thick, wild mass around her shoulders. He leaned up on his elbow just to have a good, long look. Her breasts were very full, especially at the bottom, her nipples peaked in the cool air. She had a narrow blond landing patch and his tongue rimmed his lips. God, he wanted her.

“Come here.” His voice sounded husky.

She smiled and crawled across the bed. “You have a mirror, I see. I like it.” When she reached him, she slid her hand around to his buttocks. “I can watch my hands touch you. You have a gorgeous ass, Duncan, muscular and firm.” She fondled him for a time, then said, “Now, roll onto your back.”

He wasn’t about to say no and what had been partially erect now stood up for her. As she stroked his cock, he watched her hands in the mirror stroking him. His gaze moved to her face and to her breasts.

She took portions of her hair, crisscrossing them to lay down her back, otherwise the fall of her hair would block the sight of what she intended to do.

Slowly, she leaned down and licked the crown of his cock, flicking around the sensitive edge, then drawing him into her mouth. He groaned heavily as he watched her head move up and down, her lips pulling on him, her mouth sucking.

He put his hand on her head, encouraging her and to some degree controlling her. She liked a certain amount of pressure and restraint. Her earthy garden scent was rich in his nostrils, adding to the pleasure.

He slid his finger along her cheek and played with the feel of her lips on his cock, so that at times he touched his own cock and the wetness she left behind as she sucked.

But again, he quickly reached a place where his balls tightened, so he pushed at her shoulder gently. “Wait.”

She leaned back on her knees, still facing the mirror.

He rose up, shifting positions until he was behind her. He surrounded her with his arms and held her for a moment, meeting her gaze in the mirror. “I love that you’re here with me.”

~ ~ ~

Yolanthe guided her voyeur window around the couple, looking at Rachel first and lusting for her beautiful breasts, then panning to see Duncan from the side. She’d been so close to him for the past two weeks since having set up her powerful mind-link that she felt as though he was being unfaithful to her by coupling with Rachel. She even felt a little heart-achy.

Foolishness, of course.

She knew the couple was at Duncan’s lakeside house because she could see the lake. She wasn’t stupid.

The problem was finding the actual Second Earth location within the Darkening Grid. It wasn’t a simple process. She had the grid operators hunting even now for a place to bust through, but it would take time. The darkening grid had tremendous potential, but Chustaffus had not invested nearly enough capital to get all the bugs worked out.

While the operators worked on her behalf, she saw no reason why she shouldn’t engage in a little pleasure herself. Besides, she wanted to see what kind of skills the man had. It would make for a smoother transition when Duncan became her lover.

She called for two of her favorite sex-slaves, a small woman and a very built, warrior-type male. When they arrived, she had them remove her clothes slowly, encouraging each to pet her and kiss her. They were well-trained and knew every erotic place on her body.

All the while, she watched her voyeur window and enjoyed the sight of Duncan changing positions as he moved behind Rachel. He pressed his cock up and down her buttocks. Rachel’s wing-locks had begun to weep as well, one more sign the woman was thoroughly aroused.

Moving to stand in front of a wall, Yolanthe planted her hands on the rust-and-marble tile for support. She commanded the woman first, “On your knees and I want a lot of tongue this time, not just suckling.”

“Yes, Princess.”

Yolanthe spread her legs and gasped as the small, feminine tongue began to play with her folds and make small dabs against her clitoris.

She instructed the male slave to oil her anus and to use her well. As he obeyed and penetrated her with his fingers, the woman eased lower until her tongue was flicking over her opening. Yolanthe once more set her gaze on Duncan and Rachel.

Duncan now had the woman laid out on her stomach, her legs spread wide, his tight, powerful buttocks and strong muscular back making her clench. How she wanted him.

~ ~ ~

Rachel fingered the cool silk sheet as Duncan settled himself between her legs from behind. She was spread eagle, very vulnerable and loved it when he placed a hand firmly on her back. “You’re mine, Rachel.”

That she couldn’t move, excited her. That he had control of her made her wing-locks weep even more. His cider scent intensified every sensation.

“I’m going to suck on your back, Rachel. Would you like that?”

“Yes.” The word came out hoarse.

He’d moved the mirror up to her shoulder so that she could watch his tongue and his lips. She was breathing hard as he finally drew close to her upper left lock and swept his tongue the entire length. The locks were in rows all down her back and during wing-mount, each would release a gossamer web and a portion of feathers that joined together forming a mesh-based super-structure.

But during sex, the locks leaked fluid creating another sensual, erotic layer. With his left hand, he caught the fluid and used it to massage all the sensitive locks. At the same time, he sucked on the first lock tonguing the aperture until she was gasping with pleasure. Getting to watch him in the mirror made her clench heavily and the sound he made with his mouth as he sucked brought her close to orgasm.

Her hips rose and fell on the bed.

With his hand still wet from the locks, he reached from behind and slid his fingers into her well. She groaned.

He met her gaze in the mirror. “You’re close, aren’t you?”

She nodded, her face sliding on the sheet. “Very.”

“Then let me take you the distance right now.”

He leaned down and began to suck heavily on her lock as he continued to drive his fingers in and out. She panted and cried out. “So close. Duncan, so close.”

He moved faster and deeper with his fingers and just like that the first orgasm was on her. Pleasure gripped her and once more her cries filled the air. He kept sucking and whipping his fingers in and out, which drew the ecstasy on and on, her well pulsing in exquisite sensation.

He only stopped when the last of her cries left her lips and she lay slack on the bed. “That was amazing.”

He withdrew his fingers and kissed her back repeatedly. “I like making you come.”

He stretched out on top of her, his cock rigid against her bottom. She could hardly wait to feel him inside her.

~ ~ ~

Yolanthe moved her voyeur window to Duncan’s hips. She wanted a good look at his generous cock and as he rose and fell, not yet penetrating Rachel, she watched him stimulate her sex. She pulled the hair of the slave in front of her. “Faster.”

To the man behind her. “I’m ready.” He pierced her anus with his cock this time and she gasped, then relaxed as he began to drive in and out.

“Duncan,” Rachel said, “I have the oddest feeling we’re not alone.”

Yolanthe chuckled. There were so many reasons she had to get rid of Rachel, her growing ability to perceive Yolanthe’s voyeur window being one of them.

“Faster,” she commanded.

~ ~ ~

Duncan took a moment to look around, to really sense his surroundings. “I don’t see anyone. I think we’re good.”

He felt Rachel relax so he leaned down and kissed her neck once more. “I want to drink from your vein, Rachel.”

“I’d love that, and I’ll take from yours at the same time.”

He growled softly.

He scooted back to give her room to turn over. As she rolled onto her back, her lips were swollen and her eyes dark with desire. Spreading her legs wide, she held out her arms. “Make love to me, Duncan. God, I’ve missed you, missed doing this with you.”

Duncan’s chest felt tight as he looked down at Rachel, at her blond hair spread over the royal blue sheets just as he’d imagined, at her parted lips and her partially emerged fangs. She’d loved drinking him down in the past and she especially enjoyed piercing a vein at his groin. She wouldn’t be taking him low this time since they were ready to engage, but soon maybe.

Before he did anything, however, he shifted to plant his arms on either side of her shoulders then kissed her. She slid her arms around his neck, cooing softly as he thrust his tongue in and out of her mouth.

Duncan,
she murmured telepathically.

I love kissing you,
he responded.

He slowly let her feel his cock, lifting his hips and dragging the head over her landing strip then lower to tease her sex.

Her body undulated as she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer. He used his hand to position his cock, then began to push.

She gasped and sighed with each thrust and each slow pull-back. He wasn’t sure, but for a moment, he felt as though he could feel her pleasure and what it felt like for her to have his cock inside her.

The sensation revved him up. He kissed her again, rolling his hips, thrusting his tongue. He fondled her breasts, pinching her nipples in turn, which caused her to gasp and still he kissed her.