Heat (90 page)

She came back around to face him, her hand enclosing him. She squeezed lightly, staring up into his face. “What do I have to do to earn a day with you like her?” she asked.

“Mean it,” he replied mildly.

She stroked him sensuously enough, but her eyes were a clear window into the angry soul of her. “Doesn’t it feel like I want you?” She pressed her breasts against his chest, her hand continuing its well-trained work while her other traced his sides. She licked at him. She even tried an awkward bite. But there was a watchfulness in her utterly removed from her actions, a frustrated and furious tension that only grew as she plied him. “I do want you,” she insisted. “And do you know why?”

“Tell me.”

“Because you’re the best of them.” Her eyes came up, startlingly bright and apparently sincere, for all the heat that still burned in her. “You’re the biggest, meanest, baddest bastard of them all. I want you, goddammit.” Her voice hoarsened; she was choking on her candor. “I want you.”

Kane smiled faintly. She was, in her own words, a bitch. She’d been born to have chains put on her. She’d had it beaten into her flesh and bones. She’d had it fucked into her for untold years. She knew only the endless stair of meaningless service to the strong. Sure, she wanted him. Of course, she did. She was nothing but a slave, and he was the first slaver she’d met.

“Get on your knees,” he told her now, and she dropped like he’d shot the legs out from under her. “Put your mouth on me,
ichuta’a
. Show me you want me, my eager bitch.”

And she did, sucking and licking and lathing greedily until he stiffened. Her hands pulled and rubbed at him, then reached around to grip his ass and pull him all the way into her throat. He thrust for her, although he was in no danger of cumming early, and she opened even wider and took him with even greater delight.

“That’s enough,” he said curtly, and she backed away, licking her lips and staring intently at his jutting cock. “Now, little bitch, what was it you called that? A tit rub? Give me that. Let me feel what you can do when you really want me.”

She raised herself up, pressing her breasts together around his shaft and undulated, moaning softly against his belly. He could feel her constricting and massaging, now and then bending to lap at the head of him or reaching down to massage the base of his cock. He moved with her in slow, circular motions, not building to greater passion but relaxing instead in a kind of holding pattern while the sounds of Raven’s shower went on and on.

Her little moans were getting shorter, sharper. Her hands on him began to stroke with mating urgency. She sucked at him, no longer content to tongue. Kane let her torture herself a little while longer, and then pushed her firmly back with his leg.

“Get up,” he said.

“Raven said—”

“Get up, bitch,” he snarled, and she shot to her feet, flushed and shivering. “Put your back to the wall, just like that. Put your foot up on the table. Yes, you can, and don’t tell me it hurts.” He watched her obey, her face strained as she held the position, fully presented to him. She was wet; he could see it and he could smell it. His claws flexed again, pricking at his scalp, and he smiled. “Put your hand on your pussy,
ichuta’a
. Fuck yourself for me.”

She did, and it was a fascinating thing to watch so openly. Her fingers penetrated, one and then two, rubbing and stroking and thrusting. Her thumb moved against her clit every so often. Her hips ground slowly as her hand moved faster and her breath grew even more ragged. Her eyes never blinked.

“When you’re mine,” Kane said calmly, “I’m going to fuck you whenever the urge takes me.”

She came, shuddering, and glared at him.

“I’m going to fuck your ass,” he continued, “because I know you hate it.”

She came again, throwing her head back so that it banged against the wall.

“I’m going to bend you over tables and throw you against walls. I’m going to fuck you when you’re sick and when you’re injured. I’m going to pull your hair when you don’t move your mouth on me fast enough. I’m probably going to pop your hip once or twice. I’m going to fuck you and you are going to beg me to fuck you.”

She bent forward, her hands frantic, and panted hoarsely at the floor as she came over and over.

“I’m going to let others fuck you, too,” he went on. “In twos. In threes. In fives.”

She strangled on a scream and fell onto her knees, clawing at the table with her free hand while her other engaged and brutalized.

“You are never going to know a day unbruised by me. You’re not even going to remember what it felt like not to hurt. Flesh will be torn. Bones will be broken. And I’ll fuck you before I bother to fix them.”

She shook her head in wild negation, and then wailed as her body took her one final time in galvanizing climax. She collapsed, pressing her brow to the carpet, her hand still trapped between her thighs. She panted, still shivering.

“Or maybe I won’t,” Kane said simply, and grinned at her when she jerked her head up to stare at him. “Maybe I’ll just whore you out and forget about you.”

Her look of pale dismay was genuine, but there was no real surprise in her. She probably didn’t even know how much a slave she really was, or how readily she would accept any master. She only knew that he was God, and gods were damned fickle. Did she hate him for it? Maybe. But he was looking at her right now, and there was nothing at all inside her but the burning need to please him.

The bathroom door opened and Raven emerged, fresh and glistening. She glanced at Sue-Eye on the floor, dismissed her, and let her eyes rest with obvious satisfaction at the proof of his readiness.

“You can take your hands down now,” she told him. “And put them back where they belong. On me.” She came into his open arms and kissed him, taking him backwards to the first stages of human mating and bringing back that spark of excitement that came from his knowing he had to wait.

His fawning
ichuta’a
puffed out of his thoughts like a weak flame as he met and matched his Raven’s ardor. She was the whole of his reality, burning naked against his flesh as she breathed into and took breath from him. She was back to being playful, teasing him with the dominance he’d given her. She bit at him when he gave her kisses. She got her hands in his hair and pulled him back just a little roughly so that she could nip at his throat. She ground her sex lightly at his throbbing erection, but did not envelope, did not even grip. And she grinned when he growled.

He knocked that sly look clean off her face with one newly-expert hand to her sex, finding her clit at once and stroking with his thumb as he parted her with his fingers. “Up,” he growled, and raised her, all her weight fully on his hand. He bumped her mischievously, making her ride, her breath bouncing out of her in choppy grunts. A snatch of child-rhyme came back to him from those long-past days when he’d been a boy bouncing on his father’s knee, and he sang it at her in Jotan: “
Here we go to hunt the Vell, all riding on our darche’an. Slowly go the old men
-” He raised and rocked her lazily, and her powerful thighs clamped down around him. “
Nicely go the ladies
-” He moved her faster now, drawing air from her in a startled rush of giggles as she writhed. “
And rapid courses comes the soldiers, with all their banners snapping
!” He bucked her fast and hard, bringing her to climax in a sudden storm.

He set her on her feet with a thump and she sagged against him, gasping and grinning. He toyed with her hair, patiently waiting for her to pick up the threads of her game, thinking that that was one child-rhyme he’d probably ruined for use on his own future sons, but he’d had enough fun playing it with Raven to make it worth the loss.

Her hand found his shaft at last, lightly squeezing and only that, but her temperature was rising. He helped her along, bending her back to taste her breasts, and felt her respond with eager stroking. “God, you’re good,” she whispered, and cried out as he grazed his teeth carefully across her stiffened bud. “I never thought you’d be so good. Oh! Oh God, Kane! God, I wish I could
kill
every other man I’ve ever fucked for not being you!”

“Blood hungry little beast,” he murmured, and kissed her hungrily, tickled right down to the core of him. Then he tossed her down on the bed and stood over her, brazenly and demandingly erect. “Tell me how you want me,” he told her, gripping himself for display.

“Ride me!” she gasped. “Pick me up! Pick…Pick me up!”

Easily done, if open to a certain amount of interpretation. Kane knelt on the bed and seized his writhing female. He let her claw at him a little, let her bite at his chest as she gripped and massaged his throbbing cock, but then he firmly held her up and turned her away from him. She arched in the air, and when he brought her down to enclose him, she threw her head back against his chest and screamed his name. He made his arm a bar around her, but put his free hand over her clit and teased it as he plumbed her. The rivets he’d set in her gripped his cock at the base like an extra fist while her shuddering cunt squeezed and slicked the rest of him. He fucked her slow, withdrawing nearly all the way on each thrust so that she had to feel him fully every time he claimed her again.

Her cries became prayers and Kane groaned to hear her frantically calling to him as god of her. He rubbed her clit harder, thrusting faster, and felt her ride out another fury of orgasm. She was tightening around him with every new spasm, and Kane knew his time was on him yet again. He pulled out, turned her, and pushed her down on the bed, panting himself calm. She bucked and writhed, clawing at his arms and crying, but her time as his commander was good and gone.

Now she was for his enjoyment, and he attacked her. He caught her flailing wrists and forced them down above her head and pinned them there. His mouth claimed her breasts, his fingers moved fast and hard inside her, and her pleas to be released were a music he could dance this way to all night long. She kicked and twisted, but she was snared and he let her have no part of him but the ones he felt like giving her.

“You promised I could have you the ways I want!” she screamed, her hips tossing as she tried in vain to make his stroking fingers impale her.

“Sure, I promised,” he panted, grinning. He tongued a nipple, sucked it deep into his mouth and bit, and then laughed at her. “But Raven, I lie.”

That hit her like a fist. He watched her whole body shudder, a convulsion he could not resist prolonging with the aid of his hand at her clit. When it passed, she pushed herself back into the bed and opened wide her legs to him. “Use your Raven!” she screamed. “
Se ven garrug-ta
!” Everything after that was a wordless howl.

He used her. He ravished her mouth with his until he tasted blood. He straddled her chest and thrust between her breasts, pushing her wrists into the mattress and beating the headboard into the wall while she tossed and struggled to reach him with her tongue. He bit and licked and tasted every inch of her from breasts to belly to thighs. He turned her into the pillows and pressed her flat while he explored the amazing sensitivities of her spine, and squeezed and kneaded her clenching buttocks until she begged him even to take her ass. Then he rolled her back and drank her oils again, restraining himself nothing as he forced her to cum over and over and quench his demanding thirst.

Then he released her and fell back, propped on his hands and open to her. She sprang on him like a wild thing and he panted at the ceiling, his eyes shut and mouth open, and let her take him. Blunt teeth and tiny claws or not, she did her finest work, striking where his skin was thinnest and his nerves keyed to her assault. Her mouth closed on his shaft, sucking him clean of her oils, and then she was sitting him again, her hips working hard, groaning praise and gratitude until he burst inside her.

He let himself collapse, laughing raggedly, and splayed himself to the cooling breeze. His entire body was sizzling in its own heat and sweat, and despite a shaking exhaustion, it tried very hard to convince him that he was keen to try again.

Raven couldn’t seem to stop kissing him, couldn’t stop her hands from reaching and sliding along his body. That was fine. Let her keep herself burning. He meant to fuck her unconscious before he quit for a nap.

For fun, he arched his neck to look for Sue-Eye. She was back on the bed, staring at them with baleful resignation.

“Unhappy
ichuta’a
,” he said with mock sympathy. “Did you feel left out? Come here.”

She tensed, uncertain, but rose when he beckoned and came from her bed to theirs.

He patted her thigh, and then gestured at his groin. “Clean me,
ichuta’a
.”

She bent obediently, licking off Raven’s oils and smears of his cum, cleaning him from belly to thighs.

“Now clean her,” he said. “She never was your equal, little bitch,” he added, smiling at her slight hesitation. “She was always your second master.”

Raven rolled half-over and opened her thighs to the blonde female, watching Kane with smoky eyes as she was tended. “Ask me why,” she said suddenly.

He raised a brow at her.

“Say it,” she insisted, baring her teeth at him. “Say, why.”

“Why?” he echoed amiably.

“Because I
want
to,” she hissed, and came for him, kicking Sue-Eye to one side. “I want to and Raven
gets
what Raven
wants
!” She seized a handful of his hair and yanked him into her kiss.

He didn’t understand that, but he supposed he didn’t need to. He lay back, relaxed and smiling, and let her have her way with him again.

*

Tagen knew by the sudden change in the set of Daria’s back that the call had ended badly a split-second before she slammed the device back into the wall from which she’d taken it. He heard the bang even here in the parking bay. He could not hear the stream of cursing he could see her mouth move to make, but he could well imagine it and it troubled him. It was not merely disappointment he was seeing in her now—that he had seen while they were still stopping at hotels—but a baffled, frantic anger.