Fantasyland 02 The Golden Dynasty (31 page)

“Fuck me, baby,” I breathed and he pounded
harder.

“Yes, kah Lahnahsahna,” he whispered.

“God,” I whispered back, my nails digging
into his skin, my thighs pressing tighter, “I love the feel of
you.”

He closed his eyes, his fingers tensing on
my face and his head snapped back, the muscles in his neck
straining, veins popping out as he planted himself deep and tight
and grunted his climax so loud the sound filled the tent.

It had to be said, I liked that too.

When he was done, his head dropped, his hand
at my jaw tilting mine to the side and I felt his heavy breaths
against my neck. My arms moved to circle him and his head came up,
he tilted my face back toward him, his eyes caught mine, his breath
still labored and he moved again to kiss me.

I jerked against his hold and it instantly
got tight but his mouth stopped moving toward mine.

Our eyes clashed and I knew he knew I was
withholding from him and my breath caught because I knew a Korwahk
warrior would not like that, not at all.

Then he growled, “You’re
my
gold, nahna xaxsah is
my
hahnee rah. Kay jahnan nahna
lisa, na
uvan tee luh kay
. Ana kay jahnan nahna pahnsahna, Circe. Kay nayeesan
tee.
Fahzah.
”***

Okay, it couldn’t be said that I understood
everything Lahn said but I understood enough that I knew I’d
managed to lay down a challenge, he was a warrior who had been
trained since he was a little boy to face any challenge and best it
and he’d just vowed to me that he would win.

Shit, I had a feeling I was screwed.

But, being me, I didn’t give up.

“
You got lucky tonight, big guy,” I
whispered, “but so did I. Now, I’m
really
tired so will you get off me so I can
trahyay?
”

He scowled down at me a second, his hand
still holding my face. Then his eyes moved, drifting, they caught
on the bruise still marking my cheekbone. Then I watched the glower
fade slowly as his eyes went soft. Then his hand tipped my chin
down and held me still while his lips slid across my bruise.

I closed my eyes.

Shit, I really freaking
hated
it when he was
sweet.

I felt his forehead on mine and my eyes
opened.

“Yes, my Circe, you sleep,” he said softly
then he moved his head, let my jaw go, rubbed his nose along the
side where his thumb had held me, he gently pulled out and slid his
body down and partially to my side, tucking me underneath him,
tangling his legs in mine.

I sighed and was so exhausted and sated I
couldn’t help but let his warmth relax me.

My eyes drifted closed.

They drifted right back open when his arm
tightened in an affectionate squeeze and he whispered in my ear,
“Anka, ta linay tera leenyahso na lapay, claws against
steel.”****

He sounded tired, satisfied and also like he
was looking forward to tomorrow. Like, a lot.

Seriously, Lahn learning English so fast
sucked.

And even more seriously, I knew I was
screwed.

*
Translation:
Thank you, my Jacanda, now you sleep, my doe.”

**
Translation:
My wife is gold. Her cunt is liquid gold.
Beautiful.
”

***
Translation:
“You’re
my
gold, your
cunt is
my
liquid gold.
I will have your mouth, you
will give it to me
. Then I will have your spirit, Circe. I will own
it.
Always.
”

****
Translation:
“Tomorrow, we see how skilled you are, claws against
steel.”

The Horde

My eyelids floated open when I heard the
cham flaps slap back and I took in the bright sunlight on the walls
of the cham.

It had to be late morning.

I arched my back slightly in a light stretch
and tipped my chin down on the pillows to see which one of my girls
had come in.

I blinked when I saw a pair of muscular legs
in hides coming my way.

My eyes flew up and Lahn was looking down at
me with a seriously hot, seriously satisfied look on his face.

He aimed his ass to the bed as I rolled to
my back and that was when it hit me that my nightgown was bunched
at my waist, exposing me top and bottom. He hadn’t pulled the silk
over us last night, warding off the chill with his body.

My hand flew to my nightgown but didn’t make
it even close. It was captured in a firm grip, pushed back and
pressed to the bed. My eyes shot to him as I tried with my other
hand which was captured too. Then both were pulled up over my head
and held in one of his while his eyes followed his other hand which
drifted palm flat from my chest, between my breasts, down my
midriff, over the silk then he cupped me between my legs.

Shit.

His eyes came back to mine and I skewered
him with a glare.

“You love the feel of me,” he whispered and
my glare slipped as I blinked.

“Wh… what?” I whispered back.

His finger slid inside and that felt so
flipping great, coupled with that look on his face, my lips parted
and a swirl of pleasure uncurled in my belly.

He bent slightly more toward me and
repeated, “My tigress loves the feel of me.”

His finger moved.

Shit.

“Lahn,” I breathed as it hit me. I’d said
that to him last night and, this morning, he’d seen to finding out
what it meant. “You’ve been talking to Seerim.”

He smiled and damn, it was sexy.

Yep, he’d been talking to Seerim.

First on my morning’s agenda, find Diandra
and kill her.

His finger moved, sliding out and in. “Sah
me lapay the part of me you love gahn tee jahkal,”* he
murmured.

Okay, no, first up, Lahn was going to play
with me, give me an orgasm and
then
I was going to find Diandra and kill her, the crazy
Korwahkian matchmaker.

And I was right about the morning’s agenda,
with one hand holding my wrists over my head, his other hand worked
between my legs until my back arched, my hips ground down on his
fingers and I cried out when he made me come really, freaking
hard.

It was still washing through me when he let
my wrists go and tugged me gently into his lap, wrapped his arms
around me, buried his face in my neck and cradled me.

“My Circe’s claws are not so sharp,” he
whispered there.

My body tensed.

Seriously, he was
annoying.

I lifted my hands to his chest and shoved
hard enough that he moved back an inch as I snapped, “Go away,
Lahn, I need a bath.”

His head came up and his silently laughing
eyes caught mine. “Yes, kah Dahksahna, me too.”

Oh shit.

He went on. “Kah bahsah bathes zah Lahn, kay
bathe kah bahsah.”

He said, “My wife bathes her Lahn, I bathe
my wife”.

Oh
shit!

“Lahn –” I started, he grinned then turned
his head and barked, “Teetru!”

The cham flaps instantly opened and I
pressed my chest to his, my arms going around him to hide my nudity
(not that I needed to, my girls had seen me plenty of times but it
was habit) as my head twisted around to see all five of my girls
traipsing in with buckets of steaming water, cloths and rough,
creamy disks of soap. They set them down in a new area I hadn’t
noticed last night that was stone and grass and no rugs.

The mess we made with Lahn’s bath was not to
be repeated, I saw. We now had a shower area.

Crap.

Then they shuffled out without looking at
us.

“Lahn –” I started but I was up because he
was up and carrying me. “Lahn!”

“Quiet,” he ordered.

“Lahn!” I snapped, he dropped my feet, they
hit stone and my nightgown immediately slid down to my ankles.
Before I could decide to go for the nightgown or just make a run
for it, his hides were at his. He stepped out of them, bent to grab
the handle of a bucket, I prepared for flight but he caught me at
the waist, yanked me into him, my body slammed against his and not
a second later he poured a whole bucketful of warm water on our
heads.

Then the bucket clattered to the ground as
Lahn’s arm tightened around me and the fingers of his other hand
slid up the back of my neck and into my wet hair as I
spluttered.

Once I’d blinked the water away I saw his
face close and felt his hot, slick body sliding against mine.

It went without saying that felt nice.

“Kah bahsah bathes zah Lahn, I bathe my
Lahnahsahna,” he said softly.

Then he bent us both to the side as he
reached for the soap.

Oh well, whatever. I needed a bath and he
undoubtedly did too.

“Whatever,” I muttered, pulled the soap out
of his hand and pressed it against the gorgeous brown skin on his
massive, fantastic chest and it didn’t take long (approximately a
second) before I really got into what I was doing.

About a second after that, both his arms
locked around me and he burst out laughing.

He knew I was into what I was doing.

Yep, he was definitely
annoying.

When he’d stopped laughing, I tilted my head
back and gave him a scrunchy face in an effort to show him exactly
how annoying I thought he was.

His dark eyes took in my scrunchy face, his
lips gave me a smile and his arms gave me a squeeze.

Again, whatever.

I focused on the task at hand. Then he
focused on his task.

Needless to say, this added nuance to bath
time with Lahn made it even more fun.

Yep, I was definitely screwed.

* * * * *

“Oh Circe, my lovely, I’m so sorry. Golly, I
can’t imagine my Feetak ever taking a hand to me,” Narinda
breathed.

Her Feetak.

Yep, ole Feetak was in there and I meant
that in more ways than one.

That didn’t take long.

“I’m okay,” I promised her, reached out,
squeezed her hand; she gave me her small, weird smile and squeezed
mine back.

Then I looked out into the Daxshee.

Narinda and I were lounging on hides and
cushions outside Lahn and my cham while I kept my eye on Ghost, who
was wandering around, being cute, attacking things and generally
annoying passersby to which I’d call out, “Kay tingay,” which meant
“I’m sorry,” and I’d get smiles as they moved away.

Our cham had been set up a bit away from the
others, close to the creek on a slight rise, so we could see most
of the Daxshee spread out below (this gave evidence that The Eunuch
did not set up the Daxshee the same every time).

It was late afternoon, Narinda had come
around earlier, we had had lunch and now we were sipping fruit
juice, chatting and watching the activity of the Daxshee. There was
a long, wide gauze fall set up which provided shade that we could
laze under. This was welcome but unnecessary. Nearly my whole body
was a golden honey color from riding for days in the sun. But it
was nice to have a break from it.

I’d just told Narinda the story of the
bruise that she informed me looked a lot better.

But it wasn’t gone.

And I couldn’t allow myself to forget it, no
matter how sweet and sexy my husband was being.

He might be the tiger and a warrior who
thrived on challenge but I was a tigress raised by the kind, loving
king of a small, loving kingdom and I knew what I deserved and it
was
not
what Lahn
handed me a week ago. So he had a fight on his hands, one I was
determined to win.

“Oh look! There’s Diandra! Poyah, Diandra!”
Narinda exclaimed, waving frantically and I followed her gaze.

Then mine narrowed.

Diandra grinned shamelessly at my
narrow-eyed look, came right up and gave Narinda a “poyah” as she
dropped into a lounge on the hides, grabbed a big cushion and
shoved it under her side and then helped herself to fruit
juice.

Then her dancing eyes came to me. “How are
you, my queen?”

Now she was just
trying
to be irritating, calling me her queen.

“I’m not talking to you,” I informed her and
she burst out laughing.

“What’s this?” Narinda asked.

“Oh, nothing,” Diandra answered as I glared
at her, “unless you’re talking about our Dax’s groan of
gratification that half the Daxshee heard ringing from his cham
last night. Seerim and I aren’t that close but it still woke us
both up.”

Narinda’s wide eyes flew to me and a wobbly
smile hit her lips.

I kept up the glare but ratcheted it up as
high as I could take it.

Diandra ignored me and just like Diandra,
kept right on yapping.

“Angry words were heard from our queen but I
have inside information that she told our king she loved the feel
of him so I suspect things eventually went well for her last night
too.”

Narinda let out a giggle you could tell she
tried to suppress… and failed.

I turned my face away.

Narinda’s voice came to me. “Have you
forgiven him, Circe?”

“No,” I bit off.

“Her head hasn’t but other parts of her
have,” Diandra chimed in and my eyes sliced to her.

“
Are you
trying
to irritate me?” I snapped.

“
Yes,” she replied, “you’re very endearing
when you’re angry.” She looked at Narinda. “Our king calls it his
tigress baring her claws. My husband tells me he speaks openly and
often about it, so far as
bragging
about it. He, too, clearly likes it… even more than
me.”