Ruined (2 page)

He inhaled sharply, and Saribella could not
help but see that his pants tightened with excitement, yet he
stayed still. “And why would I do that?”

“Because I need you. I need you, Roderick
Grey, to save me.”

If only you knew how right you are
,
Grey thought, but he was still sure that she did not yet know about
the magic running through her veins. The magic that had drawn him
to her in the first place. “Save you from what?”

“From marriage.”

His eyebrows shot up, confusion sweeping
across his face. “From marriage?”

She started to untie her chemise, and gave
him what she hoped was a sultry smile. “Are you going to repeat
everything I say or are you going to help me?”

“Oh, I will certainly help you,” the
huskiness of his voice made her tremble. “But first, I want to know
why.”

“I am being forced against my will to marry
my best friend, but we do not love each other in that way. He loves
another. Yet our parents will not listen to us and they are making
us marry in a fortnight.”

“Can marrying your best friend be that
bad?”

“Would you want to marry your sister, to be
forced to lay with her? For that is what it would be like for him
and me. He is like a brother to me.”

Grey shook his head. “Nay, I would not, but
you seek to loose your virginity, to make them end the marriage.”
She nodded and stepped forward as he continued, “But you will ruin
yourself for all marriage.”

She shrugged. “I never wanted marriage with
anyone, I have sisters they can marry off.” She did not add that
ever since she had first seen him, she knew that this was suppose
to happen, that she was supposed to be with him. She had dreamt
about him for so long that she almost could not remember what a
night without him was like.

“Then I am at your service.”

Saribella’s knees weakened at his words and
she was glad when Grey closed the distance between them and took
her into his arms. He bent his head and captured her lower lip with
his mouth. He took his time, kissing first the lower lip and then
the upper, slowly, tantalizing, until he felt her melt against
him.

He pushed the chemise off her shoulders
letting it fall to the ground, and she gasped when the cool air hit
her bare skin. Suddenly she did not want to be the only one naked.
She started tugging on his shirt, pulling the black fabric out of
his pants and he helped her remove it. For a moment she stared at
his bare chest, his stomach muscles tight and hard. The secret
place between her legs moistened as her bare breasts collided with
his warm flesh, and she fought the urge to groan.

Grey picked her up, and she wrapped her long
slender legs around his waist and it was Grey’s turn to groan as
her dampness pressed against his swollen member. He carried her
over to his bed and laid her down, placing a knee between her legs,
forcing them apart. He then put a hand to either side of her face,
careful not to capture her dark hair that was now spread across the
pillow.

He moved his lips down her jaw line, then
down her neck, slowly working his way to her tightening nipples. He
kissed around the pink flesh, first one breast and then the other,
teasing her, until finally he took the left one into his mouth. She
arched against him involuntarily, moaning as she experienced the
sensation for the first time, the feel of his hot mouth on her cool
skin causing her to bite at her lip in an attempt to control the
fever in her veins. The sensation was so intense she tried to push
him away as heat rushed between her legs and she whimpered as he
moved to her other nipple. “Oh, Grey.”

He took one of her hands in his and then
placed it between her legs. “Show me what you like, Saribella. Show
me what pleases you.”

Her eyes flew open and she tried to pull her
hand back. “I could not.”

He smiled gently at her, kissing her lightly
on the lips and then staring into her hazel eyes. “You can and you
will. Have you never touched yourself before?” When she shook her
head he said, “How can I please you, if you do not know how to
please yourself? Here, I will show you.”

He took her hand and placed it once more
between her legs and quickly found her warm, wet center. He pressed
her finger there before guiding it up through the wetness and then
up over her folds, never letting her fingers pass into them,
forcing her to tease herself. Her head fell back onto the pillows
and she moaned.

Grey shifted to his side, while still keeping
his knee between her legs. With one hand he helped guide her
fingers and with the other he cupped her breast, rubbing his thumb
across her hardened nipple. He pulled his hand away from hers,
keeping the other on her breast. "Keep moving your fingers,
Saribella. Learn how to pleasure yourself.”

His words empowering her, she moved her hand
back to that damp warmth reveling in the pleasure as she pressed
against her opening. Yet when it started to give away she pulled
her finger away in surprise, only to drag it deeper between her
folds, her finger slipping easily as her wetness spread.

She moaned again and Grey whispered, “That's
it. Show me what pleasures you.”

As Saribella repeated the gesture, Grey stood
up from the bed. She lifted her head when the bed shifted from the
loss of his weight and she started to say something, but he quieted
her. “Shh, Saribella. I am not going anywhere. I only want to
watch.” He slid his pants down his hips, his swollen member
springing free, fully erect. “I want to be ready for you.”

Saribella’s eyes widened at the size of his
manhood pulsing at her. Fear and excitement coursed through her at
the idea that this giant, throbbing form would soon be inside her.
In her excitement she moved her finger back and forth between her
folds, the pleasure causing her head to fall back. For the moment
she forgot about him and could only focus on the moist heat between
her legs.

Grey groaned at he watched her explore
herself. Needing to touch her, he straddled her on the bed again.
Her eyes fluttered open as his weight settled around her, and she
smiled at him before closing her eyes again, her breath quickening.
He took her breast in his mouth, sucking on the puckered nipple.
She pushed her breast further into his mouth and in that moment her
finger once again slipped near her opening. In her need to be
closer to him, her finger slid inside of her.

Her eyes flew open at this new sensation and
she sucked a breath in at how amazing it felt, and when she pulled
her finger back out, she whimpered, and her back arched
involuntarily, the sensations were so intense. She slid her finger
in and out rhythmically, finally adding a second finger, pushing
herself towards ecstasy. The sight and sounds of her fingers
slipping in her wetness along with her heavy breathing caused Grey
to nearly go over the edge himself.

Needing to distract himself he whispered,
“Let me help.” He traveled down her body, dragging his tongue
across her soft skin until he reached the curls protecting her wet
center. Spreading her with his fingers he slid his tongue down the
length of her, flicking her moistened nub as he did so. Her fingers
stopped, coming to rest inside herself as she arched against him
while he explored her with his tongue.

He kissed her fingers, slicked with the taste
of her, and whispered, “Don’t stop.”

She started to move her fingers, but when he
flicked his tongue back and forth against her pearl, now sucking
it, she moaned and pulled her hand away to grip the sheets.
“Please, Grey. Don’t stop. Please, don't stop.”

Grey chuckled and took mercy on her, and
using his own hand, he slid his fingers inside her, first one, then
a second, spreading them as well as moving them in and out.
Preparing her for his largeness that was still to come.

His fingers inside her and his tongue
alternating flicking against her and licking her nub, she gripped
the sheets in her hands and tried in vain to arch against him,
looking for some relief from the pressure that was building inside
of her. She shook her head back and forth, nearly thrashing, and
finally with one last flick of his tongue, he sent her over the
edge, into the oblivion she sought.

Saribella called out his name as she
climaxed, her muscles convulsing around his fingers. She breathed
heavily, her eyes closed, as she came down from the heights. When
he pulled his finger out from inside her, her muscles twitched and
heat flared once more inside her.

Grey grinned, even though Saribella still had
her eyes closed, and crawled back up so he could kiss her.
“Insatiable, aren’t you, my little mage.”

She was still reveling in the aftermath of
her orgasm and did not notice his slip of the tongue when he called
her a mage. Not quite sure what he had said, she simply said,
“Hmm?”

He grinned and bent his head to kiss her.
“Are you ready, Saribella. Are you ready for me to ruin you?”

She opened her eyes when he asked her that,
their hazel depths reflecting the fire's light. Despite her fear,
she wanted this. She wanted him. She knew it was right, but first
she wanted to feel him. She whispered, “Almost.”

Then she slipped her hand between them,
reaching down between his legs until she grasped him. His erection
had started to weaken as he pleasured her, but as soon as her small
hand grasped him, it became fully erect again. Saribella ran her
hand up and down him, marveling in the soft silky feel of his skin,
the thickness of the shaft, and the bead of liquid the had escaped
from its head. She ran her thumb lightly over the tip of him, and
he hissed. She smiled and repeated the action, and he bent his head
down to kiss her, gently, but firmly biting at her lower lip,
momentarily distracting her from exploration. Gently he pulled her
hand away, settling it on his neck and her other hand made its way
to cup his cheek covered in coarse hair.

Breaking the kiss, he bit at her earlobe and
said, “I’m going to ruin you now, Saribella.”

“Yes.”

“You will be mine.” He reached between their
bodies and gripped his shaft, guiding the tip of it to her hot
center, but pressing only lightly against it.

“I am no one's,” the words came out like a
plea instead of a declaration, and she betrayed herself as she
arched against him, trying to force him to enter her.

He ground himself against her, the feeling
tormenting her, and he whispered in her ear, “Brace yourself.”

She did not understand what he meant, too
lost in the pleasure, but the sharp pain brought her back to her
senses. He was soon buried inside of her, and he paused, letting
her sheath take him in completely.

Saribella took a deep breath, and then
another, until her body began to relax, the pain ebbing away into
to a distant memory, replaced by the breathtaking feel of his
hardness inside of her. She ran her fingers through his hair, and
then nodded against him, their faces nearly touching as she bit his
bottom lip and said, “Please, keep going.”

He slowly pulled out of her, and she felt a
trace of pain, but it quickly passed as he easily slid back into
her. He moved inside her with long, slow thrusts, slowly picking up
speed. Saribella met him stroke for stroke, until she became the
dominant one, begging him for more. “Do not stop. Oh please, do not
stop.”

Grey changed position, just slightly, hitting
a spot inside her that had her crying out in pleasure. He stroked
her, stroking that point of pleasure over and over, and then he
reached between her legs and ran his fingers through her folds, and
this time she screamed out his name and he drove her to climax and
her pleasure soared in its release. Grey pumped inside her even
faster, until finally his body stilled for just a moment and then
jerked as he came inside her.

He fell on top of her exhausted, his skin
covered in a sheen of sweat. He kissed her sweetly on the lips and
then planted light kisses all over her face, surprising Saribella
with his tenderness. “Oh, my little mage,” he whispered, pulling
her against him, rolling onto his side, still inside of her.

“Why do you call me that?” she whispered,
snuggling into his chest.

He tightened his arms around her. “Because
you are the mage.”

She pulled away from him in surprise, causing
him to slip from her, and immediately she missed his presence from
inside her, but his words were too surprising. More than anything
she wanted it to be true, but how was she to know if he was telling
her the truth? “Me, I’m the mage? How can you know that?”

He pushed her hair behind her ear. “You truly
did not know? Yes, Saribella, you are the mage. You have magic
flowing inside of you. Did you not hear it calling me to you? I
heard it calling you to me.”

She dropped her head back onto his chest and
said absently, “Sari. Call me Sari. I don’t understand. How I can
possibly have magic when no one in my family has ever had it? I
don't even know what I am capable of.”

He ran his fingers through her hair, enjoying
the feel of her against his chest, and delighting in the fact that
she had given him the chance to call her by her chosen name. “It
does not work like that. It is not passed down from your family, it
is gifted randomly, or by fate if that is what you believe in. My
guess is that you are only beginning to come into it. Even I do not
know for certain what you will be able to do with your power.”

“But the werewolves...”

"Sari." He looked into her half-lidded eyes
and whispered, “I promise to protect you. I will not let anything
happen to you.”

She did not know what to say, so overwhelmed
by everything they had just done to each other. She simply closed
her eyes and eventually the feel of his fingers toying with her
hair pushed her over the edge into sleep. Once her breathing had
slowed, Grey shifted so he could watch her in the dying firelight.
He could not remember the last time he had anything so beautiful.
After a time he fell into sleep as well, with a small smile on his
lips.