Pleasure (17 page)

“Exit. Now.”

It was a command. An order for certain, but watching Guin make a line for the Chancellor like a deadly bull about to stampede her made him hesitate. Malaya had gained her feet and she nervously moved backward as Guin swallowed the distance between them in rapid strides.

“Leave, Killian,” she had the presence of mind to order even though her heart was all but exploding with the sudden surge of adrenaline watching Guin approach had pumped into her.

Guin caught Malaya, snagging her by her elbows and continuing to stride onward, making her nimble feet dance hard to keep herself from tripping, until they finally hit a wall. Malaya was having trouble catching her breath by the time they stopped, the sheer potency of his emotion emanating into her overwhelming her with the feeling of being cornered by a male predator.

“I've resisted the urge to wring her neck for fifty years, Killian,” he growled in a ferociously climbing cadence. “I'm not about to start now!”

This reassurance was apparently enough for the other man at last. He'd seen enough of their altercations over the
years to know Guin wouldn't hurt her no matter how pissed off he was. Killian exited the room.

The instant they were alone, Guin turned on her with a fury of gnashed teeth and a voice growling with barely restrained temper.

“If you ever touch me like that again, you vicious little tease, I will break your fucking wrist! Do you hear me? Are you really so stupidly enmeshed in your own world that you don't know what the consequences of something like that can be? Any other man would take that as a goddamn invitation! Do me a favor and save me the trouble of having to beat some poor
bituth amec
off you because you're behaving like a harlot!”

“Any other man?” she echoed. “But not you?”

“No! Not me. I am fortunate to know you well enough to realize you're not thinking things through. And I know my place,
K'yatsume.
See to it you keep to yours!”

Guin let go of her roughly and turned to march away. She let him get three paces before calling at him, “You were hard as steel.”

The observation made him stumble out of step a little. He whirled around, dark fury chasing wariness over his features as he tried to figure out what she was getting at.

“So what?” he demanded of her harshly, playing it off with a shrug of one large shoulder.

“So you liked my dance,” she countered, stepping toward him in a slow, silky strut.

“A man would have to be dead not to get hard watching you in that getup tonight. You can bet Ashla and Dae are going to benefit from your shameless performance this evening.”

“Shameless? You mean you didn't approve?” She drew closer to him, wondering how he'd gotten so wet. His clothes were completely saturated.

“No, I didn't. You are a queen, Malaya, not some raunchy little tramp strutting herself out looking for the hardest dick
and the highest price! You cheapen yourself and it disgusts me to see it!”

“There is no shame in showing my body! Not in the art of the dance!” She was up against him in a flash, her long body connecting tightly to his braw one. Icy cold and wetness emanated from him and went right through her
k'jeet
to send ripples of goose bumps all over her skin. “And say what you will, but I know what you liked.”

To his shock, Guin felt those quick and devious hands of hers running down his body again, heading straight for the line of his belt. He shoved her away hard, and she staggered back, laughing at him.

“You think this is a joke?” he choked out to her. “Touch me like that again, Laya, and I swear to the gods I will teach you a lesson about teasing you will never forget!”

“Roar, roar, roar,” she mocked him. “Such a cranky bear lately. I wonder why. And be careful how you threaten me,
Ajai
Guin.”

Guin honestly wanted to squeeze the life out of her! Either that or he'd throw the little brat beneath him and fuck her to within an inch of her life. She would see then what she was dancing with.

Guin shouted out in frustration, marching away from her again.

Malaya ran up behind him in rapid, lithe leaps on the balls of her feet. She gave into impulse completely, ready to push him right over the edge. Using her approaching momentum, she slapped him so hard on his backside that her hand stung.

“Ow! Goddamn it, Laya!” He loomed around like a raging tidal wave until he was right in her face. She smiled, her whole demeanor defiant.

“What are you going to do?” she mocked him in challenge. “It's not like that kind of thing gets you off, is it? Are you going to give me a deeply in-depth and guided tour into what gets you off?”

She knew. In an instant she knew just by looking into his eyes that he was going to snap. When those big hands reached out to snare her by the fabric of her gown, pulling her so hard the silk tore, she gasped in a breath of triumph.

“You stupid, stupid girl,” he hissed as he threw her back hard onto the divan. He followed instantly, his hands sharply sudden on her breasts as he crushed her mouth with his and dropped his weight on her with a savage grinding movement.

All the rage, all the fury, all of it born of such painful starvation and frustration, completely blinded him to the consequences of feeling Malaya trapped beneath the aggressive surge of his body. Even more astounding was the shock of finding his hands engulfing her amazing breasts. He had touched her here only once before, and he would never forget an instant of how it had felt. Out of control utterly, he tore silk away from her chest, baring her in a brutal jerk of fabric. He filled his hand with her, the hardness of her erect nipple popping teasingly through his fingers as he pawed her roughly.

“Is this what you want?” he choked in anger and a rushing breathlessness of need that overtook him like a storm. “Is this what you want from me?”

His eyesight failed him between the hazing red of his temper and the burn of need and emotion. Blind in more ways than one, he reached to rip off his weapons belt, letting it fall where it would. He kissed her again and again, on her like a wild beast as he wrenched open the fly of his jeans. He wasn't even aware of how she clutched him, or how she parted her knees around the intrusion of his hips.

“Night after night you've tormented me!” he accused her in a voice rasping with desperate emotions. “Until I can't think for need of you! Always so perfect…You have no idea! Goddamn you!”

Now his mouth was at her throat, his teeth gnawing at her again and again in biting kisses that transmitted the knowl
edge that he was going to devour her. Malaya was gasping for every breath, his savagery drugging and terrifying all at once. He grabbed her by the hip, jolting her hard into a receptive position, and then she felt him blindly make contact between their sexes, the scorch of his hard flesh making her cry out. She heard him grind out a sound of pleasure riddled with pain. He gasped and shuddered as he slid through liquid heaven.

“Yes! Oh gods, yes!” he all but sobbed as he surged through the bath of her arousal, wetting himself in a rocking rhythmic slide that took his cock straight across her clit.

Malaya felt like a tiny piece of dust in a storm. All she could do was cling to the beast she'd unleashed and shudder every time that thick rod of flesh skimmed against her.

“Fuck me,” she gasped, the raw demand charging out of her before she could check it. “Fuck me. Guin. Do it!”

He raised his head from her and looked down at her; the fantasy, come alive. In hot, full dimension. The smell of jasmine bombarded him, the scent of her drenched sex making his balls clench tightly in anticipation. He lifted away from her and watched himself slide against her. She was so dark and so damn delicate looking compared to the monstrous erection that threatened her. And the instant he feared hurting her…

There was no describing the shock that paralyzed him as the cold touch of sanity returned to him. It was just long enough of a delay in his reaction to warn Laya of what was happening. In a flash she wrapped her powerful legs around his hips and fiercely locked him to her.

“Oh my gods,” he choked in horror as he looked at her torn gown, the marks of his teeth on her skin and the blatant situation of their bodies. “No…I…I didn't mean…”

He could barely see straight, between the impact of what he had done and the rush of being flush to Malaya as a lover would be.

But he wasn't her lover.

He was an animal who had finally snapped and lost…everything.

“Let go of me. Let go!” He desperately grasped at her thigh, trying to rise up away from her.

“I like you where you are,” she breathed in sensual truth. Then using the limber strength of her body, she tilted herself like a scoop in search of ice cream and captured the hot head of his penis at the entrance of her vagina.

Euphoria warred with confusion and ultimate instinctive need in Guin and he struggled to speak coherently. “This isn't right…”

“Shut up, Guin, and come inside me. Come on, baby, you need to be inside me. I'll be so hot and wet. I'll be so tight I'll strangle your cock in pleasure. Come on…come on…”

Needed it? He couldn't live without it. He knew it as sure as he knew how to save her life. But this was all wrong.

“No. I won't treat you like some back-alley whore! You deserve…gods…you deserve…”

“To be fucked senseless, Guin. That's what I deserve. For being such a tease all these years even though I didn't know it. I deserve to feel you hard inside me because I've been so damn ignorant and because ever since I opened my eyes, I've been burning for you. I deserve to feel you come so hard it will feel like riding lightning. Guin…please…”

She pressed the issue by reaching for more of him, working him into herself slowly.

“Wait! Wait!” he gasped, his body jolting into rock-hard tension as he sucked hard for breath and shuddered over her. “I can't…I won't make it.” He strangled on his words, frustration killing him as they rushed free. “I'm too big to charge into you, I'll tear you up…but I can't…it's been so long…and I want you so damn much it's killing me.
Drenna
damn me!”

Malaya understood when she saw the honest angst clawing its way across his face.

“How long?” she asked softly. He shook her off, but she
caught his head between her hands and made him look at her. “How long, Guin?”

He couldn't tell her. It would bare his soul completely. She would know the instant he confessed the truth everything he felt for her.
Everything
.

“Since before the war,” he answered honestly, unable to lie to her but hiding behind the vagueness of the answer.

“Okay.”

Malaya hid her shock well. Not a hint of it could be read by him. Thirty years? A man like this, barren of sexual intercourse for thirty years? How was that even possible? The man was a walking advertisement for testosterone!

However, she rapidly dismissed that and focused on what he needed. She released him from the vise of her legs and he drew back and struggled for his breath and control. However, Malaya hadn't let him go so he could run away from her again. He was done hiding from her, even if she had to force him into admitting what he needed. Whipping away the remnants of her
k'jeet
, she slid with graceful ease down onto her knees between his feet and gripped his jeans with a pull.

“Laya…just…”

She gave him no chance to argue and no choice. As soon as his thighs were completely bare she reached to boldly wrap her hand around the thrust of his awesome erection. He was right, she thought with an absent lick of her lips, she would definitely need a slow introduction to him. She'd had no idea he was so big. Even her elicit moment of molestation had been impeded by belts and buckles.

She slid forward between his knees, her fingers running like silk over his shape, the lubrication from her body all over him. She leaned in and exhaled over him.

Guin wanted to know when fantasy had become reality. There was no describing how it felt for him to see her tending to his cock like this! Not in his deepest imagination had he thought he'd ever know the feel of her touch. And…oh gods…the stroke of her tongue as she seductively licked
the fat head of it. He hadn't been exaggerating with his warning. It was all so much more than he could comprehend, never mind any thoughts of controlling it. Not this time. Not when his whole life had turned into a hair-trigger of never-ending temptation. And here she was, temptation itself, on her knees with her lush mouth slowly licking and sucking him until he felt like he was taking thousands of volts of electricity through his cock. His hands were gripping her upper arms as she came closer and bravely challenged herself to get her mouth around him.

“Laya…” he gasped. “Harder, baby. Now. I can't tell you how this hurts.” So much denial for so long. This was a release fifty years in the making. He'd set eyes on an angel who had challenged him to make a better man of himself, and from that instant no one else could touch him. Gods, how he'd tried, but like the girl in the hall, he could never succeed. Because he'd known with every fiber of his being that no one but Malaya would do. And as her tongue rimmed him in a teasing defiance of what he'd begged for, he had absolute proof of it.