Fantasyland 02 The Golden Dynasty (18 page)

The minute the flaps closed behind them, I
collapsed on the silk sheet and stared at the ceiling of the
tent.

One day down. Tomorrow, hopefully I would
wake up at home and this sunburn would be a memory of the coma I
was kind of hoping in a sick way I was in.

If not, I’d tackle the next day, again, one
step at a time.

* * * * *

I woke when my thighs were gently pushed
apart, my eyes opened, my body started and then I felt Lahn’s mouth
between my legs.

Oh man, he hadn’t done this before.

“Lahn,” I whispered, scooting up to get away
from him but his big hands shoved under my ass, his long fingers
curled around at my hips and he held me to him. “Lahn,” I called
but he made no noise, just kept working me.

I twisted my hips but he held on and then
what he was doing penetrated.

God. I didn’t want it to feel good but,
fuck me, he wasn’t good at this; he was
great
at it.

“God, Lahn,” I breathed as my body melted
and it did this against my will.

He lifted me at the hips and sucked my clit
hard and any will I had against what he was doing evaporated. My
hips jerked. Then they started rubbing against his mouth, I
couldn’t stop it, I didn’t try. It felt that good, so good; I
didn’t want it to stop. No, I wanted more. So I rubbed harder, more
demanding and my hands went into his thick, soft, long hair to hold
him to me.

But he wasn’t going anywhere and he gave it
to me harder, he didn’t stop, his mouth worked me until he got what
he was working for and in getting it, he gave me fireworks.

“Lahn!” I cried as he made me come against
his mouth and I was still coming when he surged over me, pulling
the nightgown with him, over my head it went and then it was away
and a second later, Lahn was inside me, filling me and damn, but I
loved taking his cock.

My eyes opened after I came down and I saw
he had both hands in the bed beside me, none of his weight on me,
just his hips moving, slow, steady, delicious, between my legs. His
head was bent and his eyes were on me.

I looked up at the painted warrior fucking
me and as I did I thought he was the most beautiful thing I’d ever
seen. Fascinated by his streaks, I lifted a hand and trailed it
down the paint at the center of his chest, down his abs and to the
hair between his legs.

“Kah quaxi, nahna quaxi,”*** he grunted, his
hips rotating as he slid back in and my neck arched as my eyes
closed.

Wow, whatever that was he did with his hips
that felt good.

“Kah quaxi, Lahnahsahna Circe, nahna quaxi,”
he grunted, his hips rotated the other way, that felt better and he
kept taking me, slow and sweet.

My eyes opened and my hand slid back up his
belly to his chest as I breathed, “Baby.”

That must have been what he was looking for
because he lowered his body to mine and I took his heat on my
fevered, burning skin and didn’t care. I simply wound my limbs
around him, pulling him closer.

“Ruhnoo kah quaxi, Circe, ruhnoo kah
xac,”****

“Yes,” I whispered as his hips rotated again
and his thrusts got marginally faster. “Mayoo, Lahn.”

“Me,” he denied. “Ruhnoo kah quaxi.”

“Okay,” I breathed as the slow burn
built.

“Ruhnoo kah xac, kah Lahnahsahna,” he
growled.

“Yes,” I repeated, lifting my hips to
receive all of him and he gave it to me, slow, slow, then faster
and faster until we were both breathing heavily, I knew I was close
again and the whole time his painted black eyes never left
mine.

“Lahn,” I whispered when it started, my
limbs getting tighter, my hands, which had been roaming his back,
his ass, his shoulders, his arms, clenched him to me.

“Ruhnoo kay,” he grunted, putting power
behind his thrusts, my frame jerking with them and that was it. My
body arced from the small of my back to my head, pressing into his
as an orgasm as slow and sweet as his lovemaking swept through
me.

Then I kept taking him, his face now in my
neck, his driving cock jerking me with every thrust, his grunts
sounding against my skin until he pounded in slow, his hips
rotating with each thrust, again and again and again as he groaned
in my neck.

He stayed still for long moments before he
pulled out and slid off, his slick skin gliding against mine.

Then he was on his side, head in hand, elbow
in the pillows, one leg cocked with his foot in the bed, the other
leg the length of mine (and longer). He watched in the candlelight
as his hand slid through the black paint he’d transferred to me,
over my chest, between my breasts, down, down, between my legs then
his finger slid over my clit, making my hips jerk lightly and a
noise escaped my throat.

His sexy, sated eyes came to mine and his
hand moved back up, now trailing our combined wetness through the
paint on my skin to come to rest light on my belly.

“Kah quaxi, nahna quaxi,” he whispered and I
had no idea what that meant but whatever it was, it was important
to him.

“Okay,” I said softly.

“
No,” he whispered back and leaned an inch
into me, “
good.
”

I wished he wouldn’t be like this, for
instance, great in bed and sometimes so damned sweet.

“Right,” I muttered, “good.”

He grinned at me, bent his head and ran his
tongue along my shoulder. Then he settled down on his side but not
on me like the last two nights, just beside me. He grabbed my hand,
cocked my arm and held it against his chest but that was it.

He was minding the burn.

Shit,
shit,
he could be sweet.

Damn.

Then again, I reminded myself, I wouldn’t
have the burn if it wasn’t for him.

I turned my head to look at him.

“Trahyoo, kah fauna,” he whispered, his hand
pressing mine to his chest.

There it was again,
kah fauna.
His doe. Now I had three. Not knowing what
it meant, it felt nice. Knowing what it meant, it felt freaking
great.

Damn.

“All right, Lahn,” I whispered back, he
tipped his chin back and closed his eyes.

I looked at the ceiling and closed my
eyes.

And I decided one of my steps if I woke up
here tomorrow was going to be avoiding my king. And I’d keep taking
that step until I figured out some way to get myself home.

Because if I didn’t, I knew all would be
lost.

*
Translation:
“No Geoffrey, Circe. The King commands it, you
understand?”

**
Translation:
“You and me. Gold and paint. King and Queen.
Tiger
and
Tigress
. Your gold is on my body now.
My
paint will be on
your
body tonight, my Circe.”

***
Translation:
“My paint, your paint.”

****
Translation:
“Take my paint, Circe, take my cock.”

Sunstroke

My body’s uncontrollable shaking woke me and
about a second later, it woke Lahn.

“Circe?” he called, getting up on an elbow
in the bed and looking down at me, his hand still holding mine at
his chest.

Sunstroke. My skin was chill at the same
time it was burning, it was tight and it hurt like hell.

I turned my head to look at him and saw his
face awash with concern.

My body was shaking so hard the bed was
moving with it and I felt shit but neither of those took away from
the fact that that look made him more beautiful than ever.

“Sunstroke, baby,” I whispered.

“
Sunstroke?” he asked and seriously,
feeling crap and needing to explain why was
not
a good time not to be able to
communicate.

I looked to the tent flaps to see weak sun
washing through. It was nearly dawn.

Then I looked back at Lahn. “Diandra,” I
whispered as the shaking turned to quaking and my teeth started
chattering.

He noticed, his brows drew together under
narrow eyes and he growled, “Circe.”

I clenched his hand. “Sunstroke, it’s just
sunstroke, Lahn. I need water.” He glared at me with no
comprehension. “Shit!” I snapped in frustration and the tremors
gliding over my skin didn’t feel nice. “Baby, get Diandra for me so
she can translate.”

He looked at my body, mumbled something, let
my hand go and then instantly jerked the silk sheet out from under
me. Then he threw it over me and its coolness felt nice and
tortuous at the same time.

He rolled off the bed on the other side and
I chattered, “Wah… water,” to him.

He didn’t go to the jugs. He went to the
tent flaps, slapped one back and thundered, “
Teetru!
”

“Lahn! Water, honey, please,” I begged as he
walked to the pile of hides, tossed aside the pillows so forcefully
they flew across the tent then he seized the top hide and came to
me.

I was holding onto the top of the sheet and
shaking my head as he stalked to me and carefully draped the hide
over my body.

“No, too much weight, too much heat,” I
whispered but his head turned to the tent flaps as Teetru stuck her
head in and he paid no attention to me.

He barked orders at her, her eyes came to me
then she rushed out of the tent she hadn’t fully entered.

Luckily, in his orders I heard Diandra’s
husband’s name.

He turned and scowled down at me. I’d moved
an arm outside the hide and was trying to shove it off.

“Too heavy, baby, too hot,” I semi-repeated
but he wrapped his fingers around my wrist, gently pushed my arm
back under the hides and my eyes flew to him. “No, Lahn.”

“Yes, Circe,” he growled.

Okay, I’d give up on that.

I heard the tent flaps open and Jacanda,
Beetus and Packa came in, wearing worried looks.

“Water,” I said, tipping my head to the
jugs, Jacanda caught it and hurried to the water. “Yes,” I
whispered and kept quaking.

Jacanda poured water and rushed to me but
didn’t make it. Lahn snatched the cup out of her hand, sat on the
bed beside me, wrapped his other hand around the back of my neck,
gently lifting me, and put the cup to my lips.

I drank.

Hydration good.

He kept tipping it to my lips until my eyes
lifted to his indicating I was done and he took it away, lowering
me back to the pillows.

Then he growled something at me and the only
word I understood was my name at the end.

“I’ll be okay,” I assured him.

“
Not
okay,” he fired back and kept scowling.

I bit my lip then I dropped my eyes and
realized he was buck naked.

“Lahn,” I said when my eyes returned to his
dark ones that were still painted, “put some pants on.”

He started his next sentence with
“Lahnahsahna Circe…” but the rest of it I had no clue except it had
the exact cadence of me telling him I didn’t understand what he was
saying.

I gave him a shaky smile, pulled my arm from
under the hides and ran my fingertips up his naked thigh to his
also naked hip.

“Pants, hides, you need to put something
on,” I said quietly.

He kept scowling then he surged up, stalked
to the table, slammed the cup on it then he went to his hides and
yanked them on.

Okay, that went better.

The tent flaps opened, Gaal rushed through
followed by a small, round woman with lots of dark hair mixed with
gray and she was carrying a small trunk. She looked like she’d had
fun that night and had been interrupted in sleeping it off. I
guessed this because her complexion was gray and she was wearing
what I would assume was a Korwahk-style nightshirt, short,
off-white gauze, strapless, shapeless, held up over her breasts by
a drawstring tied tight at the front.

Um… that wasn’t Diandra.

Lahn bit some words off at her; she nodded
and rushed to me.

“
Hey,” I greeted after she bent and put the
trunk on the ground by the bed and turned to me.

“Kah rahna Dahksahna hahla,” she muttered,
her eyes moving over my face, my shoulders, she carefully lifted
the hide and sheet and peered under them then she just as carefully
dropped them, turned to Lahn and started talking.

He was standing with his arms crossed on his
chest, feet planted wide and eyes piercing her with ferocity and
whatever she was saying made his dark glower darker.

She kept talking and he kept glowering.

Then the tent flaps opened and Diandra
rushed through followed by a large, older warrior who, like Lahn,
had to bend to enter. Teetru followed them.

“Dahksahna Circe!” Diandra cried, seeing me
quaking. “What on earth?”

“Too much sun, Diandra, sunstroke. It’s
nothing. I just need water and I’ll be fine. Tell Lahn,” I informed
her; she nodded, turned and spoke to Lahn.

He spoke back in clipped tones and she
nodded and looked at me.

“He has never heard of this, my dear.”

I shook my head. “Well, he wouldn’t. You
all live in the sun. Where I come from, we
do not.
My skin isn’t used to that kind of sun. My
entire
system
isn’t used to it.
I tried to tell him, but –”

She cut me off by turning to Lahn and
speaking.

His glower got even darker.

Then he barked something at the woman
standing by the bed, she said something in return and Diandra spoke
to me.

“He’s told the healer to fix you. She’s
going to give you something that will dull the pain and help you
sleep. She understands what this is and says there’s nothing for it
but time.”