Fate War: Alliance (27 page)

His thoughts rushed screaming back to the present as her hands, that had finished unbuttoning his shirt, slipped inside and around, tracing down his spine. Hands around her waist, he lifted her to sit on the bed, and stepped between her knees. She tensed, squeezing against the intrusion. Finding that precious spot at the base of her neck, she relaxed and parted her legs in invitation.

Not yet. Cole reminded himself. There wasn’t a chance in hell he was going to mess this up. Not this time, and the household had strict orders not to interrupt. Supporting her back he scooted her further onto the bed. Her head rested in the crook of his arm as he lay beside her. He ran his fingers through her silken hair, adjusting it at the base of her neck to make sure it didn’t pull. He loved the play of dark and light strands splayed out on the bed in the waning sunlight that snuck past the part in the heavy drapes. He let a lock slide between his fingers, then traced the line of her collar bone to the dip of her dress bodice, and started unbuttoning it.

He teased her lips with another kiss, never lingering for long before breaking away. She lifted her head each time to try and draw him back. He slipped his hand inside her bodice. The soft flesh of her breast fit perfectly in his hand. She tensed again when he brushed his fingertips across her nipple, but not the anxious type this time. He took the small bud between his fingers, and caressed it until it shrunk and hardened. Her breathing increased in response, and she neglected to return his kisses.

He moved the sides of the bodice exposing her chest, and she shuddered, raising her hands to cover herself.

“Okay?” Cole asked.

“Mm hm.” She nodded. Her eyes were closed. He wished they were open so he could better tell if that was the truth, but she moved her hands down to her stomach, fisting the material of her dress.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, and placed his hand, palm down, between the porcelain mounds, letting his thumb trace the bottom curve of her breast. Then he dipped his head, covering the pink center with his mouth, sliding his tongue firmly and slowly across the hardened nub. Her hands flew to his hair and she whimpered, a sound that called to his most primitive needs. He fought the throbbing desire building inside him. Not yet.

He continued to taste the salty sweetness of her skin and she clutched his hair even tighter. Not quite pushing him away, yet not pulling him forward. Cole found the hem of her dress again, high above her knees now. He didn’t want to surprise her so he placed his hand flat on her thigh just below. Sliding his hand slowly under her dress, he let his thumb graze the curls between her thighs before it stilled on her stomach.

Sam gasped and grabbed his upper arms, not to push him away, but as if bracing herself. He repeated the motion, this time with more pressure on her thigh, and she responded by giving way. A little more encouragement and she opened to him, flooding his senses with the sweet bouquet of feminine arousal. With the lightest touch, he traced her opening, and found it moistened with the desire. She shivered, and goose bumps peppered her thighs. Soon.

He released her nipple from his teeth. “Okay?” he asked, continuing his gentle strokes, deepening them with each pass, but still barely entering her. She nodded fervently, and he covered her trembling mouth with his. When she responded in like to his devouring kisses, he slid his finger inside her slick folds, capturing her responding moan in his mouth. It rattled him to the core. Very soon.

He found a pleasurable spot to caress with his thumb while he added a second finger to his stroking of her warm channel. Her fingers tightened against his tensed biceps, almost painfully. She broke the kiss and laid her head back against the bed.

She looked at him, finally. He expected to see her jeweled green eyes looking at him in ecstasy, but the black pools that stared back were like buckets of snow dousing his internal fire.

“Sam?” he whispered, stopping his ministrations. She didn’t respond, just looked past him, through him.

“Sam.” he yelled, his heart pounding with fear instead of arousal. “Sam!” He shook her shoulders, but she only stared and hiccupped slightly. In a panic he tried to snap her out of whatever trance had engulfed her, and slapped her cheek lightly, shaking her again. When she still didn’t respond, he slapped her harder. “Sam.” he yelled.

In his distress, he missed the movement, the right hook that smashed into the corner of his mouth. Dazed and tasting blood he looked back to Sam, who’s perfectly green, and incredibly indignant eyes stared up at him.

“You hit me,” he said bewildered, touching the stinging split in his lip. His finger came away with a drop of red.

“You hit me.” she said, outraged.

“But – “ Cole couldn’t get out an explanation as rivulets of tears began to stream from the corners of Sam’s eyes, and her chin quivered. Lying mostly under him, she looked so much like she had that first night, and he wondered if he would ever forget.

“I’m sorry,” she sobbed. When he tried to move away from her she threw her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He tried desperately to ignore the warmth of her breast against his bare chest.

“I’m okay,” he said, and tried to extract himself from her grip around his neck. “You didn’t hit me that hard.”

“No! I’m not sorry for hitting you,” she wailed. “I’m sorry for…for…I don’t know.”

Cole patted her shoulder supportively not knowing what else to do, what was out of order, or what she needed. He just let her exhaust her tears. After a while she quieted, and loosened her grip. She tried to arrange her bodice modestly as they both sat, with space between them on the side of the bed.

“What happened, Sam?” Cole couldn’t hide the pain in his voice, and he stared at the floor. He was pretty sure he knew the answer, and it killed him, but he had to hear it from her.

“I…you…” She started haltingly. “Well everything was fine. It…felt wonderful, and then I felt so out of control, like I was going to…” Her eyes were fixed on her fingers, fidgeting with her cuticles. “I just felt undone, and I needed to know you were there to hold me together, but when I saw you above me like that…it hurt.”

He was right. She would never be able to forget either.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, and he could see new tears dripping to her hands in her lap.

“No. I’m sorry. I pushed you too fast. I was selfish. I’m such an idiot.” He ran his hands through his hair, flopped back on the bed, and stared at the ceiling. Sam didn’t contradict him. He hoped she would, but understood when she didn’t. He felt the mattress shift as she left the bed. He couldn’t even bring himself to sit up and look at her go. They would never be able to enjoy each other. Never be able to have a normal relationship. And what about children? If they couldn’t get past this they would never have that joy either.

Cole was shocked out of his spiraling thoughts by trembling hands at the buttons of his trousers. He looked up to see Sam standing in front of him completely naked, and attempting to undress him. Desire and remorse clenched his gut in equal portions.

“Sam,” he said softly, and stilled her hands by grabbing her wrists. “You don’t – “

“I want to.” There was a slight tremor in her voice when she spoke. The look on her face was desire, mixed with fear and determination. How could one person feel so many things at once? “I want to,” she repeated more determined.

Cole let his hands slip from her wrists, and Sam continued fumbling with his buttons, trying quickly to undress him before she lost her nerve. She worked desperately to push the visions from her mind. Not just from the Verification, but from every thought and happening that threatened to consume her. She didn’t like the feeling of being out of control, of chaos that had accompanied the pleasure he gave her. But she wanted this, for them both.

She finished with the buttons, tugged his pants off, and attempted to look at his naked body in all its glorious manhood. It had been easier the other morning. She hadn’t felt so exposed. Now with his gaze sliding over her naked form; she really hadn’t thought this through. Her hands involuntarily moved to cover herself.

With a sad smile, Cole hopped off the bed, and she felt the deep flush his movements caused over every part of her body. She was relieved when he pulled the blankets back and crawled under the covers.

“Come here,” he beckoned, not ordered, and she gladly slipped beneath the boon of concealment. “I love you,” he whispered into her ear as he pulled her close. She was aware of each part of him pressed against her back; his hard chest ebbing and flowing against her shoulders with each breath, the twitch of his arm along her side as he made minute adjustments for their comfort, he tickle of his body hair against the back of her thighs, the complete warmth and safety that enveloped her and his throbbing erection nestled against her backside.

Warmth and wetness tickled between her legs and Sam was glad for the approaching cover of night as well. She hoped in the darkening room Cole couldn’t see the embarrassment of her body’s uncontrollable reactions.

“Good night,” he said. He kissed her on the cheek, and snuggled in close.

No. No, no, no, no. She meant what she said. She wanted this. Sam opened her mouth to say…what? What could she possibly say? After a few moments of contemplation she resigned herself to the aftermath of her break down.

“I love you, too,” she sighed, and leaned back into Cole. He reciprocated, and leaned onto her, shifting his hips slightly, causing his manhood to slide along her bottom and lower back. Desire pooled again, and she decided that she may not be able to say anything, but she could do something. She rocked back against him again, and that was all it took.

His arm tightened around her waist as he slid his shaft against her again, and he kissed the base of her neck. God, how did he find that spot every time? Sam reached up, and moved her hair aside to accommodate his kisses. She writhed against him in need as his tongue swirled exquisite circles along her shoulder, then his fingers were inside her again. Her mind buzzed with the building…something, as he caressed some unknown euphoria, again and again.

Control. She was going to lose control. Her body and mind felt out of control and it scared her, beckoned her to let go.

“I’m going to come apart,” she whispered through the building tension that threatened to explode inside her. He wrapped the arm under her head across her chest and pulled her in tighter.

“I’ve got you,” he said, and she believed him. She surrendered completely, and let go. Every nerve in her body exploded in tingling ecstasy. A flood of heat and desire washed over her from head to toe. For what seemed like an eternity she was unaware of anything, any movement other than being overcome with pleasure. She became aware that her hand clutched his wrist and somehow her leg had thrown itself behind her and over his. Then he was inside her, filling her beyond comprehension.

She had to say something or she would explode. “Cole, oh God, Cole.”

“Are you okay?” his voice was strained, concerned and he started to pull himself out. She just knew she would die if he did.

“No.” she cried at the perceived loss.

“I’m sorry,” He said and his fullness left her.

“No. I meant, yes. I’m fine, just don’t stop!”

Then he was inside her again, touching places that were only his. The feel of him sliding inside her made her feel wild, unrestrained, and passionate groans escaped their fetters from deep within her. Cole quickened his pace in response.

Every part of him that touched her was hot and wet with sweat and desire, as he slid against and inside her. Forever. She could stay like this with him forever. His hand that held her thigh back, suddenly grasped her painfully tight, and the feeling of fullness inside her expanded. Cole’s thrust became unpredictable, and with a guttural moan heat erupted into her core.

Cole stilled and released her leg. He leaned forward against her, panting and placing tiny kisses along her arm. A phantom shudder of pleasure coursed through her and his sensuous laugh reverberated against her back.

“Was that an orgasm?” she asked, breathless. Though this time she was certain.

He intertwined her fingers in his and kissed each of them in turn.

“That was most definitely an orgasm.” He chuckled, and rocked his hips against her causing another wave of delight.

She looked over her shoulder, and studied his face. She wanted to remember how he looked now. Happy didn’t describe it. Pleased, relieved, joyous, anticipating, satisfied. She would give anything to have him look like this always.

“Can we do it again?” she asked, in awe of his power to make her feel so intensely.

“Soon,” he laughed and kissed her deeply.

Sam had to hold her tongue just right as she worked the casing off of a particularly well encased piece of the mechman. Even the multitiered magnifying goggles Cole loaned her barely helped in identifying the seam of the brass box. If she could just get this open and study it, she might be able to understand the mechman’s weapons. They were of Jasper’s design, and so far they had eluded her. Just like everything else the traitor made.