Lawked Flame (21 page)

The older woman took a moment to answer. “As
I explained earlier, the Good Mother did not tell me all of it. The
implication is the process is similar to what humans do. You meet,
get to know one another. The attraction grows stronger and then
reaches a pinnacle. That pinnacle is equal to the unlocking process
or something similar to that. As I said, her answer was not as
clear as I would have preferred. In all likelihood,
you
will
tell us the procedure after it happens.”

Although it did not reach her eyes, Alayna
smiled at him and reached out. The flat of her palm slapped his
chest. “Be unlocked. Go in peace,” she said, her tone mocking, yet
there was a glimmer of hopefulness in her eyes.

Sizzling heat shot through him. His hand
whipped free from his constraints, grabbed her wrist and pulled her
flush against him.

“
Leave us
.” He dismissed Clotho and
sent instructions not be disturbed for any reason. As an extra
measure, he locked all entryways as he took possession of her
lips.

Soft moans and needy sounds escaped her lips
as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer while
gyrating against his hard erection. He squeezed her ass,
relishing in the feel of her plushness for a
moment. His cock twitched at the recognition of her natural scent
as it burrowed into his mental chest of treasures.

“Miss me?” she purred. The warmth of her
breath imprinted her desire on his chest as surely as a hot brand.
His skin tingled, demanding more.

Unwilling to speak, he recaptured her lips
and tangled with her tongue. The only answer he could give was the
guttural groan that burst from between his lips when they broke for
air. Dropping small kisses on her neck, his cock rubbed erotically
along her still-clothed sex. He picked her up and removed their
clothes with a thought. Cupping her bottom, he ground against her
slowly. She gasped as the head of his cock teased her opening.

“Oh!” She leaned back in
surprise. He dragged his teeth along the extended buds of her
nipples, eliciting a better response. “Ummm.” Her eyes swept closed
as she leaned forward, wrapping her arms around his head, holding
him tight. He pulled the tight bud into his mouth and suckled. She
writhed in his arms as he alternated between sucking and
laving.
The aroma of her arousal made his head spin with
desire. She was so wet, so hot against his finger that he easily
slid through the soft flesh between her legs.

“So good,” she murmured. Her precious fluids
smeared his stomach. The muscles beneath his skin jumped and sent
an ardent demand to his mind.

Bind
her
.

There were so many things he wanted to do.
But first there was something he had to do. With a thought, he
transported them to his bedroom. Gently, he lowered her to her feet
and released her nipple. “Beautiful,” he whispered in adoration.
The tight peaks tempted him, and he swiped each one with a flick of
his tongue. Her soft sigh set off a chain reaction in him.

In the dimness of the room, his eyes cast a
blue glow. Taking her hand, he led her to the bed and pushed her
shoulder softly, enjoying the pliant way she folded onto the
sheets. “So beautiful,” he whispered again as the intoxicating
scent of her need wafted toward him. He knew he had never received
a sweeter offering. Pushing her legs wider, he kneeled between
them. His cock wept and hardened painfully at the bounty presented
before him.

Mouth watering, he lay between her legs and
feasted on her sweet juices. His fingers stroked the length of her
sex, toying with her opening for natural lubrication. She was
drenched and begging for more. He eased one finger inside her and
she cried out at his entry.

Her hand held him steady
as he teased her clit and then delved into the heart of her
honey.
He twirled his tongue on her clit and continued
licking her, loving her taste. His tongue dipped inside her body
briefly before he licked upwards and sucked her clit. His teeth
grazed the tiny bundle of nerves lightly, then his tongue danced
across the nub in a hard, fast rhythm. He growled against her
pussy, deliberately sending vibrations through her.

Her body shuddered as she screamed.
His tongue thickened and lengthened as he stroked
inside her clasping walls, ensuring he received every drop as his
due. She thrust against his tongue, throwing her hips in the throes
of passion.

“Ohmigod, ohmigod, that’s it, right…right,”
she mumbled to his delight. He continued stiff strokes against her
pleasure spot, offering himself as an anchor when her movements
became more and more erratic. Two additional strokes and he was
rewarded with a flood of her juices. The flavor of his Kee was true
ambrosia for him.

As she quieted, he gave her sweet pussy
another kiss and rose above her. In all of his days, there had
never been a better sight than this one. Alayna lay sprawled across
the bed, her eyes drowsy, her lips slightly swollen, nipples
pointed, and her mouth slightly opened. Leaning forward, he grazed
her lips with his and flicked a tight bud with his fingers. She
latched onto his mouth with a furor, licking him clean.

Unwilling to spend another second outside
her warmth, he released her mouth and positioned himself at her
opening. He waited until she looked at him, and then surged
forward. Her tight sheath robbed his breath and made him pause.
Struggling to breathe through the exquisite feelings bombarding
him, he inhaled deeply, pulling their mixed scents inside.

A shudder wracked his frame. The heat
beneath his skin intensified. He wondered if he would be able to
stop the unlocking process this time. In truth, he doubted he would
be able to think in the next few moments.

This was proven true once she began moving
beneath him. No one had ever explained to him what happened when a
Lawke, unlocked. Nothing had prepared him for the multi-layered
bursts of colors that exploded beneath his eyelids. With each
stroke into his Kee, his upper body tightened. It was as if his
entire world came to this precise moment. Lifting her leg for
deeper penetration, he increased his thrusts. The constant slapping
of flesh and grunts of satisfaction the only music in the room.

“Baby, soooo good,” Alayna moaned, spurring
him on. Her vaginal walls clenched and pulsed around him.

Something inside him clicked and skittered
free across his chest. Whatever it was had a direct line to his
balls, yanking them up, tight. He stiffened in protest as they
tightened. He placed both hands onto her hips and pistoned into her
tight sheath. His balls were on fire.

Air eluded him. With single-minded abandon,
he slammed into her, seeking release. Instead, blue flames ignited
from his palms as he held onto her. Her screams of pleasure were a
backdrop to the intense fireball filling him. The internal blaze
burned brighter, hotter, each thrust took him closer. Closer to his
peak, closer to release, and closer to completion.

Compelled by an inner demon, he sped up his
strokes as she tightened her sheath and detonated.

“Take all of it, take my cock,” he grunted,
his tone guttural. His body spiraled and spun as ropes of cum shot
into his Kee. For a brief second, a white light burst and sprinkled
multi-hues before fading.

His heart pulsed in an odd rhythm, as though
it would change beats, for seconds it tried various patterns. The
abnormal beats sent shards of pain through his chest, but somehow
it was tied to his orgasm, and accompanying bolts of pleasure shot
to his groin. His body shuddered with each changing beat. After a
minute or so, his heartbeat normalized and he could breathe
easier.

Rolling over was a difficult but necessary
chore. Every pore in his body tingled. His muscles lay limp and
useless. He tried to move to the edge of the bed and lacked the
energy.

“That was…that was, wow,” Alayna whispered,
her hand rubbing his now sensitive chest. She scuttled closer and
kissed his nipple. A moment later she flicked it with her tongue,
an open invitation to play. Depleted of energy, he thought it
ironic that she could still speak when he could not utter a
sentence to save his life.

That is when the height of his vulnerability
struck him and he reached beyond the room to his people, breathing
easier when their collective hum soothed him.

In varying degrees, he took stock of himself
and realized how exposed he had become. He had opened to his Kee
and was not received. The unlocking process had failed, but why had
it engaged in the presence of an unwilling Kee?

Finding strength in his unease, he rolled
over. Staring at the ceiling, he tried to come to grips with what
had just happened.

Physically, he was weak as a babe. He could
barely keep his eyes opened. His body demanded he recover from
what? What had almost happened? It made no sense, yet he could not
deny the drain of energy and lethargy dragging him down.

Soft hands tapped his chest. “Are you
okay?”

Unable, or maybe unwilling to expend the
energy to speak, he nodded.

She leaned up on one elbow and stared at
him. “Too tired to play some more?”

If anything could resurrect his sexual
enthusiasm, her kitten’s purr would have. Except he had nothing.
With each breath, he drifted further into the dark realm of sleep.
The beat of his heart slowed to a crawl.

Opening a gateway, he called Clotho to him
before he passed out.

Chapter 16

Alayna’s head rested on his shoulder.
Staring at the ceiling, she inhaled the musky scent from their
sexual romp. The aroma set off tingles of excitement inside her
body. Every cell vibrated with renewed energy and vigor. She had
never experienced anything remotely close to what she shared with
Khayden. The man was a Master in bed and out.

Clotho spoke from the corner, jolting her
from her reflections. “What is wrong with Master Khayden?”

Scrambling, Alayna pulled the sheet over
Khayden’s private parts and as an afterthought, pulled it over her
chest as well. “He’s asleep, he was tired.” She gazed at his closed
eyes. The fan of dark thick lashes rested on his face. Giving in to
the need to touch him, her fingers stroked his firm jaw before
tracing his lower lip.

Clotho peered over at her and then back at
the bed. “He is not resting peacefully; there is some sort of
disturbance. We can all feel it. He reached out to use before ...
before he called me. Was there a problem? Did he say anything?”

Surprise lashed through Alayna, as well as a
smidgeon of hurt. He’d called for help without saying anything to
her. Thinking back, she realized he hadn’t said anything since he
took her to bed. Grunts and moans did not count as
conversation.

She had talked, but he hadn’t. Nibbling on
her lower lip, she thought hard while looking at him lying so quiet
in what she had thought was peaceful slumber beside her. “No, now
that you mention it, he didn’t answer my questions.”

Concern mounting, she placed her hand on his
chest and pressed harder, searching for a pulse. After a couple of
seconds she snatched it away and replaced it slowly. Wide-eyed, she
stared at him. “I…I don’t feel a pulse. Is that normal?” Horrified,
she glanced at Clotho, who had moved to the other side of the
bed.

“No, it is not. Although, he is not pulling
energy from us, so…”

Heart in her throat, she snapped. “So what?
What’s going on? Hold up. It just beat.” She stared at Clotho, her
frown deepening in confusion. “I can’t believe how slow his heart’s
beating. What’s going on with him?” She continued pressing against
his chest. “There, there it is again, his heart just beat. What the
hell is going on?”

An image of lizard men sent a river of fear
coursing through her. Had they somehow gotten to Khayden again? She
searched the corners. Her heart pounded in her chest, her fists
flexed open and closed as she demanded answers.

“I do not know what is happening. Would you
like me to call the Murlins?”

The question startled Alayna. For a moment
she looked away from Khayden before returning her gaze to his face.
A silent prayer for his recovery filled her chest. “Murlins? Who or
what is that?” She laid her head on his chest, relieved he was
still warm in spite of the sluggish heartbeat.

Clotho watched her intently for a short
space of time. The sensation of being tried and judged seeped
through Alayna. She refused to break eye contact with the older
woman.

Finally, Clotho answered. “Our scientists.
They provided the vaccine for the poison the Geleets released on
you.”

Frowning, Alayna noticed the color had
leached from Clotho’s skin. From her distance across the bed, she
could see the Seer shaking. “Please sit down.”

“I cannot. I mean… I do not. It is
disconcerting to feel him so distant.”

Not wanting to deal with another situation,
Alayna hardened her voice. “Sit down.”

Clotho sat immediately, clasping her hands
tightly . Her eyes never left Khayden.

Alayna realized the woman needed to focus on
something else. “I wondered what happened when I passed out. I
don’t remember much of it. Are you saying those lizard men shot me
up with a virus?”

“Yes. The virus they released in your
brother’s home was one they had released on another continent a few
years ago. That is why the Murlins had the basic vaccine for it
already. You received a high concentration of exposure since you
were in such close proximity. That is why it took your body longer
to fight it off.”

Glad to see the woman’s color had returned
to her cheeks and her posture had relaxed fractionally, Alayna
continued, “So it’s no longer a threat? Or am I in danger of a
relapse?”