Captive Heroes (6 page)

Suddenly, as if her brain shorted out, her legs buckled and she found herself falling. Pain seared her knees and the stranger cursed violently as he lost his grip on her hand. Thankfully he stopped and turned around, and for a moment she was almost overcome with immense arousal and compassion at those lash scars lacing his deeply tanned shoulders and chest. But when urgency and annoyance filled his gaze, defiance roared through her like a bursting damn.

“I’m not moving from here,” she replied, totally surprised to find her voice strong and steady.

“Get up. We must keep moving.” His sharp command and the serious determination in his warm brown eyes almost had her dragging herself to her feet. Almost.

“Fuck off,” she snapped.

“I recognize those two words as ones I do not like,” he said coolly. His eyes glittered with distaste and she almost laughed, but reined her amusement back to anger.

“Oh fuck off,” she spat again, the irritation at his insistence they keep moving finally taking a firm hold. “I’ve had enough. I’m tired.”

Despite her exhaustion, something deep inside her pussy called out to be filled by his cock. Warmth blew across her cheeks. Oh shit, she was blushing.

She tried to maintain eye contact with him by thrusting her chin out so she could hold her head high in defiance, but her neck ached and she had no choice but to drop her gaze.

His penis blatantly stood out from his body, pointing directly at her as if begging to be taken by her mouth. Although not wanting to, she reacted to having his cock so close. He smelled tantalizing. Irresistibly masculine.

Primal urges awakened from somewhere inside her. Lust, deeply buried, sprang to life. Cravings she couldn’t put a name to threatened to sweep around her like a seductive blanket. If she wasn’t careful, they would push away all her common sense. She shouldn’t be reacting like this to a complete stranger.

But she was! And truth be told, she didn’t care if she was reacting this way to him.

Suddenly she thought how erotic it would be to sleep with this guy. To simply put aside all proper thinking about no sex on the first date—
yeah right, like this is a date
—and just go with her primal urges and have sex.

For starters, she’d go down on him, suck him dry. God, she wanted to take his swollen flesh between her lips. To smooth her tongue against his hot cock.

It seemed as if he knew exactly what she was thinking because a gentle touch on her right shoulder alerted her he’d moved closer. Purple laced his bursting cock head, the blood pooling and rushing through his long length and swelling his balls with his seed. Seed she wanted to taste. To have deep inside her.

She moaned on a heavy pant and parted her lips. Her needs were taking over and she was going to just follow her instincts.

“You cannot resist, can you?” His voice was throaty, full of lust. “You need me to quell the needs raging through you.”

She gazed up at him, totally stunned. How did he know? But then she inhaled softly at the smug, sexy smile lacing his lips. Appreciated how hot he looked with the dark bristles shadowing his strong chin and high cheekbones.

Excitement mingled with fear. She needed him to put out the fires racing through her like an inferno, but his cock might just be too big for her mouth.

“Open wider.” He groaned as he thrust his hips closer to her.

She did as he instructed, widening her jaw. The heat from his cock and balls washed against her face as he moved nearer. He pushed his immense erection against her slightly parted lips and she creamed.

“Touch yourself. Your breasts and between your legs while I fuck your mouth. I want to watch,” he muttered and she became wrapped in the deep guttural command.

Going totally and unbelievably on instinct, she ran her hand back and forth over her nipples, brushing provocatively, then reached down with her other hand and found her vaginal opening soaked. Dipping her finger inside her channel, she collected the warm juices and pulled out before splaying her fingers over her sensitive clit. While she stroked herself, the stranger slowly pushed his cock head into her mouth. He was moaning and breathing loudly as he sank deeper into her, stopping only when his cock touched the back of her throat.

Man, having his hot, solid flesh in her mouth was so perfect. So right. He wrapped a hand near the base of his cock, preventing himself from going any farther, and then he withdrew and sank back into her, groaning at the entry.

Heat spiraled through her at his primal, masculine groan. She gripped him tighter between her lips and at the same time massaged her nipples and clit faster. In moments she had a rhythm going in sync with his thrusts into her mouth.

His long plunges made her tender lips bruised and hot. He stretched her jaw and throat every time he slid in, moving faster and faster. She met his thrusts eagerly, her tongue stroking beneath his cock as he entered. Her cheeks hollowed as she bobbed her head.

His other hand sifted through her hair, curled around the back of her neck. His palm was a hot brand as he held her steady. His thrusts increased and so did the raw pleasure searing her senses.

Her fingers stroked in and out of her sopping pussy at a faster pace, keeping up with his fierce plunges. He fucked her mouth like an expert. Fiercely. Perfectly.

The skin on her body was ultrasensitive, every nerve ending on fire. Flashes of ecstasy exploded through her, gripping her, holding and preparing her for an oncoming climax. She moaned into the exquisite vibrations wrapping around her, her hips arching as she continued thrusting her fingers in and out of her pussy, making sure she stroked her clit on the way in. With her free hand, she played with her breasts, tugging and twisting her nipples.

Erotic shivers assaulted her. Her pussy clenched and spasmed, making her wiggle her hips beneath the pleasurable onslaught.

His thrusts came harder. He pounded into her mouth and she plunged into her pussy in the same erotic manner. He was driving his cock so perfectly that the tension unleashed inside her just as it was unleashing inside of him. The glorious waves came and swept over her.

She cried out around his cock as he growled and came inside her mouth. Hot jets squirted. She greedily drank from him. She was so unbelievably thirsty.

As he continued to pulse in her mouth, he murmured softly, tenderly, “Drink as much as you can. Drink. The more you drink the stronger you will get.”

Yes, she must drink or she would succumb to the fevered heat flushing with lightning speed through every curve in her body.

God, he tastes so good. A meal fit for a queen.

Afterward, when her body stopped shuddering and his cock became dry, an unexpected strength flowed through her yet she remained aroused. When he pulled his semi-limp cock from her mouth, she reached out to him, wanting him back again. Wanting him to climb on top of her and take her. But before she could grab his hand and pull him down to her, he stepped away, out of her reach.

Disappointment devastated her but within seconds she recovered her sanity.

God! What was wrong with her!

She’d just sucked off a complete stranger, masturbated in front of him and had almost pulled him down on top of her.

“It is the swamp water.” He said it so casually she blinked with confusion.

“Swamp water?”

“From the Fever Swamps. The brown water. You must have drunk a little. When it enters your system, you become sexually hungry. You did not ingest as much as Piper, so I didn’t…”

At the mention of her older sister, Kayla focused on one thought—finding Piper and her other siblings and getting the hell out of this erotic world.

“Where is my sister? Take me to her.”

Excitement shot through her and his face swam before her as she struggled to stand. To her irritation, her knees buckled and she couldn’t help but give in to her weakness, so she sat back down on the ground with a plop.

The stranger made no move to help her up. Instead he splayed his hand softly back and forth over her right shoulder in a reassuring manner.

“We will stay here and rest. Your sister is with my friend, Jarod. They are…together, as we are.”

Together? Like them? What?

Did this brute seriously think they were already in a relationship because she’d sucked his cock?

Okay, chill. Keep it together, Kayla. This isn’t Earth. Different customs here. Just go with it.

She forced herself to slow her breathing until she was calm enough to ask the question that burned through her like a wildfire. “Okay, where is she? So she’s okay? What about Kinley? They were together. Is she okay too?”

“Piper is many days away. Only she was found. I was to search for you and her. I found you first and I am to return you to your sister, Piper. Then I will search for the other one.”

Her gut hollowed out in disappointment.
Damn!
She wanted to hook up with Piper and find out what in the world was going on here. Fever Swamp water or not, she needed to get away from this Tarzan hunk before she began begging him to fuck her.

“We should go back and find Kinley. She had a head injury.”

He shook his head, looked up at the gray sky and frowned. Unease slithered through her as she followed his gaze.

Okay, so the skies weren’t pure blue like they’d been ever since she’d crashed onto this crazy planet. They were light gray, like rain. They would need to find shelter. But where did one find shelter in a jungle?

“You will begin to have more urges soon. Let me know when you can no longer stand them.”

Urges? Oh frigging great!

She was already needing to have sex with him. To have him between her legs. Her pussy quivered and moistened. Perspiration dotted her warm forehead.

Oh boy, yes those were definitely urges.

He lowered his gaze back to her and she could swear he knew she was getting all hot and bothered for him again. Thankfully he didn’t say anything like, “You can suck on my cock once more,” or she would have done it.

“I do not know where to look for her. We cannot rest here for too long. They will follow us. Try to recapture us.”

“Who were they?” Kayla asked, hoping to keep him in conversation so she could stall.

“Those women belong with the Breeders. We were lucky they were taking us to the Death Valley Boys instead of to Cath. The Boys are the lesser evil.”

“The Death Valley Boys? Cath?”

“The Death Valley Boys would have you trained within a moon. You would not want to leave them.”

Hmmm, she wasn’t going to ask why she wouldn’t want to leave them. At least not yet.

“Cath would most likely turn you into her personal sex slave.”

Okay, a personal sex slave to a woman didn’t sound so bad.

“That is after we were both lobotomized. She is doing that to all talking males. Since she does not know you, she would do the same to you. She is afraid of strangers.”

The chick sounded paranoid, but to lobotomize people? Not good. The Death Valley Boys were definitely the better choice.

Kayla wanted to ask him all sorts of questions. Who was he? Where did he live? Who was this Jarod character? Exactly how many days to get to her sister? Why did he limp? And how had he gotten all those sexy scars?

But before she could pose her curious questions, he hauled her to her feet.

“We must go now. Come,” he urged and began pulling her along behind him.

Well, she couldn’t even consider that a mini-break. She made no protest as her gaze fixated on all those delicious scars lashing his back. Yummy scars she couldn’t wait to touch, to lick or bite.

Oh damn.
She wondered how long she could keep her hands off him.

* * * * *

Taylor pushed her as hard as he figured she could take the pace. Instincts told him they were still being followed and he was in too much of a hurry to cover his tracks properly. The distant gray skies indicated the violent storms would be coming soon and the last place they needed to be was out in the open. They would need secure shelter. It would be a close call if they didn’t keep up a good pace.

He also sensed her increasing arousal. Every time he cast a quick glance at her, the heat of need flashed in her eyes. Allowing her to suck him off would only keep her under control for a short while. She would need to be fucked to ease her out of her arousal.

He swallowed tightly at the thought. He wanted her bad. He wanted to thrust his fingers into her yellow hair and hold her head still while he kissed her full lips. He craved to see her pale blue eyes flare with pleasure as he sank his cock deep inside her pussy. He wanted her impaled on him. Writhing beneath him.

Most of all, though, he needed to squash these intoxicating tremors of need that stormed through him every time he looked at her, touched or smelled her. Allowing her to be recaptured by the Breeders was out of the question. Just thinking of her going to the Death Valley Boys struck terror straight through him.

As he continued to tug her through the dense undergrowth, he cast another glance at her and that dark pounding heat slammed into him again. The erotic way her nipples pebbled against her garment and the enticing way her breasts looked beneath the sheer fabric of her top had him wanting to fuck her right there and then. She held much too much power over him. He would have to control his intense need for her. He would have to wait until he could stand the tension no longer.