Fantasyland 02 The Golden Dynasty (30 page)

Oh.

My.

God.

Unfortunately, he kept talking. “So if she
gave you your eyes, my golden doe, I can see your father mourning
your mother long after her death. If you share your spirit with
someone, their hold on you will never fade away.”

“Stop talking,” I whispered and felt the
tears shimmering, ready to fall.

Lahn saw them and his hand glided up to my
cheek, his thumb sliding below my eye, releasing the tear suspended
there and capturing it against his skin.

“My tigress weeps,” he murmured.

My eyes slid away.

He again spoke. “You’ve had enough, my
Circe, face forward and ride with your husband in silence. We make
camp soon.”

Great, something else to look forward
to.

I nodded and turned around. Lahn said
something to Diandra and I looked her way to see her smiling at me,
eyes alight, as they would be considering she was my Korwahk crazy
romantic friend and I just stopped myself from rolling mine. Then
her horse faded back into the warriors.

I looked forward and tried to focus on the
landscape and my next trauma and anything else that entered my
brain that was
not
the words my
husband just said to me.

But this was difficult when his arm slanted
across my chest again, fingers curling around my neck in order to
hold me close, his thumb sliding up and down my throat in an idle
caress I tried not to think was sweet (but it was).

So, the fact was, it wasn’t difficult.

It was impossible.

The Challenge

I was turned and lifted then moving cradled
in Lahn’s arms.

I opened my eyes to see the Daxshee was up
around us, torchlight glowing everywhere.

We’d stopped by a small, rushing creek where
there was an abundance of spiked grass and bowing, wispy willow
trees, their green so green against the backdrop of the stark cream
stone, dirt and sand landscape that it was stunning.

It became clear to me in short order that
the Dahksahna didn’t assist her slaves in setting up the cham. This
became clear when hides and cushions were produced, a small jug of
wine, another of water, a platter of food and Ghost, who had (my
poor baby) been caged for nearly six days, was let loose so I could
feed and watch over her while my girls worked and the young men
erected our tent. And this was clear because Teetru made it clear
with lots of shakes of her head and hands up pressing the air to
tell me I was to take a load off while they worked their asses
off.

This did not sit well with me but, again, I
had no choice. And, truth be told, I was exhausted from the ride.
And I was exhausted from my chats with Diandra and Lahn. And after
I had three glasses of wine while I ate, watched with no small
amount of fascination what could only be described as a practiced
dance of the Daxshee rising (they didn’t mess around, they clearly
did this often, it was swift and also weirdly graceful) and played
with Ghost, it wasn’t a surprise that, when Ghost grew drowsy, I
grew drowsy with her, tucked her to my front, settled in on the
hides and cushions and fell asleep.

Now I was half-awake, in Lahn’s arms and
heading to our cham which was glowing with the candlelight dancing
within.

I turned my head, whispered, “Ghost,” and
got a squeeze of Lahn’s arms as my eyes found my pet who was being
scooped up by Gaal and carried away.

Well, I guessed that meant Ghost was
sleeping elsewhere that night. Not unusual. Lahn had allowed me my
cub but he had yet to allow her in our bed.

He bent low, me in his arms, entered the
tent and I sleepily took it in.

It looked exactly the same and everything
was set up, everything. It had to have been only a couple of hours
and it was all done.

Jeez, these people knew what they were
doing.

Lahn set me on my feet by the bed, moved
away and Jacanda and Beetus were there immediately. I tried to
blink away the exhaustion that fogged my mind and the dull ache of
fatigue that made my body heavy and helped them disrobe me. Packa
came forward with a warm, wet cloth and glided it over my limbs
which felt like heaven. Except for quick wash ups, I had no bath
for five days and had been wearing the same clothes since we left.
When they packed up our belongings, they stayed packed while we
rode and only the bare necessities were produced to eat, drink and
sleep.

Jacanda dropped a Korwahkian-style nightgown
over my head, this one a lilac so pale it was nearly cream. She
tied the drawstring over my breasts then looked up at me and gave
me a tired smile. I lifted a hand to cup her cheek and smiled back
at her.

“Shahsha, kah Jacanda, boh na trahyay, kah
fauna,”* I whispered and was too tired to see the warm surprise
flash in her eyes.

I just turned, pulled back the silk,
collapsed into bed, pulled the silk up and closed my eyes. I was
out within seconds.

And I was back in what felt like no more
than a minute. And I was back because the silk was pulled off me
and there were big hands at my hips turning me to my back. My eyes
opened as those hands spread my legs and my fatigue disappeared
when my eyes focused on Lahn settling between them, his hands
pulling the silk of my nightgown up to my hips.

“What are you doing?” I asked, it came out
breathy but he didn’t answer. His weight hit me but he was taking
most of it in a forearm in the bed, one of his hands came up and,
quickly, his fingers yanked the drawstring above my breasts and the
tie came undone.

I wrapped a hand around his wrist tight and
snapped a repeated, “What are you doing?”

His eyes came to mine and his were
burning.

Oh shit. I already pretty much knew what
he was doing but now I
seriously
knew what he was doing.

His head started to descend, I blinked
because it was doing it in a way that it looked like he intended to
kiss me and I turned my head swiftly to the side at the last
minute. I also put my hands on his shoulders and pushed at the same
time I bucked but the massive weight of his hard body didn’t
move.

“No,” I stated firmly when his lips touched
my neck, “this isn’t happening. I’m tired, kah Dax, and I need
sleep.”

His head came up sharply and his hand
rounded my jaw, turning my head and forcing me to look at him.

“Kah Lahn,” he growled.

Oh no. No, he didn’t. He didn’t get to do
this and he didn’t get to tell me what he was to me. No… he…
did…
not.

“
Kah
Dax,
” I
hissed.

His face got close to mine so his eyes were
all I could see and when his mouth moved, I could almost feel it
against my lips.

“
Kah
Lahn,
”
he growled again.

I glared into his eyes and whispered
furiously, “
Never.
”

“Oh no, Circe, not never. Boh,” he returned
quietly, his head slanted and I swear to God, he intended to kiss
me.

Before his lips could touch mine, my hands
pressed down on his shoulders and I heaved myself upward, sliding
up the pillows.

This was a mistake. My nightgown was
loosened and it slid down, exposing my breasts and my heave had
taken that area right into the target zone of his mouth.

And being Lahn, he didn’t miss the
opportunity. His hand left my jaw, curved under my breast and
lifted it as his other arm pushed under me, locked around me and
then his mouth closed over my nipple where he instantly sucked
hard.

Automatically, my back arched.

Oh man, that felt good. Fire shot through me
and before I knew what I was doing, the fingers on both hands
curled around his head.

Damn, no, no, he didn’t get to do this.

My fingers fisted in his loosened hair and
pulled back.

“No,” I whispered, he stopped sucking but
only so his tongue could swirl and it was debatable but I was
thinking that felt better. Then I was wondering what on earth I was
thinking. “No!” I cried, he started sucking again and I felt a curl
of excitement in my belly and wetness surge between my legs.

Crap!

As he continued to draw my nipple in (and
alternately swirl), I squirmed under him and his hand left my
breast, trailed down my ribs, my belly and then in and I felt his
finger fill me.

Oh God, I liked that. Shit, but I liked
that.

His mouth released my nipple, his arm around
me yanked me down under him but his finger stayed planted and his
thumb tweaked my clit.

My hips jerked.

“My Circe,” he said, his voice low and
thick, “wet.”

I was thinking it was not good he could pick
up languages so easily. I was thinking it sucked.

I held onto my fight and snapped, “You don’t
get this, kah Dax.”

“I do,” he returned, my eyes narrowed and
with everything I had, I bent my legs, planted my feet in the bed,
surged my hips up and pushed at his shoulders, succeeding in
bucking him off, taking him to his back and then I was straddling
him, bent over, looking down in his annoyingly beautiful face which
was surrounded by his unbelievably fantastic fucking hair.

“
You
don’t!
”
I yelled, his torso knifed up and his arm still around me locked
tight.

Uh-oh. Clearly I hadn’t thought my strategy
through.

He looked up into my eyes and I saw his were
burning but there was a light in them, it was bright and if I read
it right, it was permeated with both humor and triumph.

“She bares her claws,” he muttered and I
knew he liked it.

Yep, humor and triumph.

“
Argh!
” I cried on another heave to get away but there
was no getting away.

Nope. None.

And my battle was about to get a lot more
difficult. I knew this when his hand still between my legs moved to
wrap around his cock and his arm around me moved me so he could
slide the tip of it in the wetness between my legs.

I bit my lip. That felt nice and I knew it
felt a whole lot nicer when his shaft was embedded deep inside.

And I wanted it.

“Kah Lahn.” His words were an order for me
to repeat it, his voice was growing even deeper, getting rough.

He wanted inside.

Oh God, I liked that too.

“No,” I denied and the tip of his cock slid
over my clit.

My hips jerked again.

Lahn smiled.

God! He was so annoying!

“Kah Lahn, Circe,” he ordered again and when
I made no response his hard cock slid over my clit again. “Kah
Lahn,” he repeated, his voice now rough.

“No,” I whispered.

“Kah Lahn,” he growled.

“No!”

He pushed me slightly down and started
rubbing the tip of his cock hard against my clit in a way that felt
so good, my bones dissolved and my hands moved to either side of
his neck to hold on so I didn’t melt into a puddle.

My lips parted, my head went slightly back
and my eyes went half-mast.

His arm didn’t need to hold me to him, not
anymore. I was holding on, moving my hips to rub myself against his
shaft so his hand slid up into my hair, tilting my head to face him
and my eyes focused dazedly on his.

“
Lahnahsahna,
kah Lahn,
” he ordered, his voice now hoarse.

Oh well, fuck it. They were just words.
Right?

“Kah Lahn,” I whispered, his hand instantly
shifted his cock so the tip was inside me then moved away, his arm
curved around my hips and he drove me down, filling me.

My head flew back and I ground down with my
hips to take him deeper.

“Yes,” I breathed, my fingers digging into
the muscles of his neck.

His arm around my hips tensed, drawing me up
then pushing me down and I started moving, slow, my head tipping
forward again so I could look in his eyes.

Triumph, desire, satisfaction – God it was
hot.

His hand moved from my head, down my
shoulder, my arm, to wrap around my wrist then he shoved our hands
between us, pressing my finger into my clit and rolling. My hips
jerked and I whimpered but I took his hint, took over, gliding up
and down, slow, sweet, as my finger rolled. Both his hands slid up
my body to rest, palms at my jaws, fingers in my hair cupping the
sides of my head.

Then he tipped it toward his, slanting his
own and again, I thought he was going to kiss me.

I had his cock inside me and I liked it,
no, I fucking
loved
it. I’d
give myself that and in doing so, I’d give it up to him.

But he couldn’t have all of me.

I moved my head at the last second, sliding
my lips down his jaw to his neck, I buried my face there, shoved my
hand under his arm and wrapped my arm around his back.

And I drove down on him faster, grinding
harder, taking him deep as I circled my clit with my finger and
whimpered into his skin.

His hands glided down, arms curving around
me, fingers drifting as mine dug into the muscles of his back and I
went faster.

“
Kah bahsah lapay rah. Zah xaxsah lapay
hahnee rah.
Sahna,
”** Lahn
whispered in my ear, the rumble of the words gliding along my skin,
over my breasts, down between my legs, it happened, my back arched,
my hair flew out and I came.

I was nowhere near done when Lahn flipped
me, yanked my knees high and pounded hard and deep. His hand cupped
around my jaw, thumb one side, fingers against my cheek and he held
my face steady as his bent into mine.

I was staring into his heated gaze, my
eyelids lowered, my orgasm taking its sweet, sweet time to drift
away, my thighs pressed deep into his sides, my hands low, fingers
curled into the clenching muscles of his ass as he drove hard and
deep while our breath mingled.