Shadowed: Brides of the Kindred book 8 (7 page)

“Do you want me to do it?” Saber growled softly. “Do you want me to lick your sweet juices and put my tongue deep in your sweet little cunt?”

His dirty words seemed to have quite an effect on Lissa. “Yes,” she whispered, almost panting. “Yes,
Moch Daer.
You know I do.”

“Then say it.
Ask
for it,” Saber demanded in a low voice. “Do it, Lissa. I want to hear you say it out loud.”

“Saber,” she whispered and then cleared her throat and spoke louder. “Saber, please,” she continued in a trembling voice. “Please, I…I want you to taste me. To taste my…my pussy.”

“Good girl.” Leaning down, he gave her the promised reward—a long, slow lick with the flat of his tongue, starting at the bottom of her slit and ending at the top.

“Oh,
Saber
,” she nearly wailed, and he felt her slender fingers slip into his hair, tugging urgently, begging for more.

He was more than happy to answer her silent plea. Sending more
whisper-tendrils
up to slide under her blouse and circle her tight pink nipples, he leaned forward and lapped her again, savoring her rich, delicious taste, getting as much of her honey as he could.

Lissa moaned and bucked up to meet him, her fingers tightening in his hair. She was tugging hard now, but Saber didn’t care, just as he didn’t care when she sometimes left long red scratches on his back during their lovemaking. He wanted to be marked by her love, to see the evidence of their passion the next day. It was a visual affirmation of their commitment, and it also made him damn hot to realize how out of control she could get—how crazy he could make her.

He set to work making her crazy and out of control now. Spreading her thighs even wider, he pressed forward and went to work, thrusting his tongue deep into her tight, wet well, going as deep as he could, showing her exactly how he was going to fuck her later.

Lissa went wild as he worshipped her pussy with his tongue. She cried and called on the Goddess, gripped his hair and scratched at his shoulders. Gone was the demure little priestess who was too shy to stand up for herself. Once they were in the bedroom, she let loose completely, much to Saber’s intense delight.

At last, he tasted fresh wetness and felt her coming against his tongue. He lapped it away eagerly, sucking her sweet folds to get it all, determined not to waste a drop.

And then Lissa was clawing at his shoulder again, whispering urgently through their link that she wanted him, that she needed him inside her.

“Please, Moch Daer,”
she sent, her mental voice thick with urgency.
“Please, I need you so much.”

“And you’ll have me. But not like this.”
Standing up, he flipped her over so that she was face down and then patted her ass. “Get up,
amalla,”
he muttered hoarsely. “On your hands and knees.”

“Saber?” She looked behind her uncertainly.

Saber stroked her bare ass gently and gave her a reassuring nod. “It’s all right, sweetheart. You know I’d never hurt you.”

“I know.” Lissa pressed back against him, rubbing her soft, naked bottom against the hard bulge in his black trousers until Saber groaned. “I just…don’t think we’ve done it like this before.”

“But we have,” he assured her.
“‘I promise I’ll be gentle. Just try to relax.’
Do you remember saying that to me?”

“Oh.” Lissa bit her lip, obviously understanding what he meant. Those had been the words she had used the first time they’d made love, when she had been forced to take him with a silver phallus. The experience had shaken both of them to their foundation and caused some misunderstandings as well, but later they had agreed they wanted to repeat the experience…eventually.

“Remember how you took me?” Saber murmured, getting into position behind her and rubbing the head of his cock against her wet, open pussy. “Remember how you pushed inside me and filled me up?”

“Goddess, Saber!” she whispered, spreading her thighs for him. “That was…it was amazing.”

“I thought so too,” he murmured. Teasingly, he sent a
whisper-finger
to circle her clit as he pressed just an inch of his cock inside her. “I never felt more open in my life,” he told her. “More fucking
vulnerable.
And this was part of it—being taken from behind.”

“I…I like it,” Lissa admitted in a broken whisper. “I like feeling this way—feeling vulnerable with you.”

“Because you know I’ll never hurt you.” Gently, he nudged another thick inch into her tight pussy. “Because you know I’ll love you no matter what happens, no matter where we are or what anyone else says.”

“Oh Saber…” She looked over her shoulder, and he saw mingled desire and love in her eyes and felt the same emotions through their link. For a moment, he almost felt in danger of being overcome by the strong feelings of unity and trust tying them together.

“Open yourself for me, Lissa,” he commanded hoarsely. “Give yourself to me completely tonight. I don’t want you to hold anything back—just open yourself and let me fuck you.”

“Yes,” she whispered, lowering her head and spreading her thighs even wider. “Yes,
Moch Daer.
Take me.
Fuck
me—I want you to.”

Hearing her beg like that was too much for Saber. With a low groan, he pulled back and pressed all the way into her, entering her pussy completely with one long, deep thrust.

Lissa cried out when he hit bottom inside her and tilted her hips back, obviously trying to get him even deeper—to feel even more.

Gripping her hips, Saber gave her more—gave her all that was in him. He could tell by the lust coming through their link that she wanted him, and when he was sure he wasn’t hurting her, he pounded into her, thrusting as deep and hard as he could, claiming her, owning her in a way that no one else could.

Lissa moaned with each thrust and swayed in the rhythm he had created. Her eyes were clenched shut, and her long hair hung in her face as she gripped the bedspread, trying to keep her balance while Saber fucked into her.

“Moch Daer,”
she sent through their link. “
Oh Goddess, Saber please…so close…so close…”

“Come for me, then.”
Using his Touch sense, he concentrated on caressing her body. His
whisper-fingers
tugged at her tight nipples, which hung down like ripe fruit as her breasts swayed with the force of his fucking, and his
whisper-lips
encircled her clit, sucking hard at her sweet, swollen bud, teasing her, pressing her to the edge and beyond.

“Goddess,” Lissa gasped, and Saber felt her pleasure cresting, felt her sweet wet pussy squeezing his shaft like a velvet fist and knew she was coming.

Tightening his grip on her rounded hips, he pressed forward hard, trying to get as deeply into her as he could before shooting his seed. Moaning, Lissa pressed back against him, tilting her hips, offering herself completely to be filled with his cum.

This perfect act of submission was almost too much for Saber. He never wanted to stop, wanted to fill her up until his seed ran out of her well-fucked pussy and slid down her inner thighs, proving that she was his, claiming her again once and for all.

It’s all right,
he thought as the pleasure went on and on, stretching out in that golden, glowing, perfect moment of bliss.
No matter what happens when we go back to Tarsia, everything is going to be all right between us.

“Yes,”
he heard Lissa whisper back and realized that she must have heard his thoughts.
“Yes, because I love you. And you love me. And we’re together.”

“Together forever, amalla,”
he promised.
“No matter what anyone says.”

“Yes,” Lissa whispered again, aloud this time, and then Saber pressed her to her side and cuddled behind her on the bed, holding her tight, letting her know everything would be all right. That no matter what anyone back home thought, they belonged together, and they would never be apart.

The time after love had always been sweet for them, but this time, Saber reluctantly cut it short.

“Mmm…” Lissa moaned in protest when he got out of bed. “Where are you going? It’s the middle of the night.”

“I know it is, but I really need to talk to Reddix.” Saber sighed. “I need to tell him I’ll take back the burden I put on him—tell him the two of us are going back to Tarsia to rule, if they’ll have us.”

Lissa sat up. “They won’t.”

“Probably not. But we at least have to try.”

“Yes,” she said softly. “We’ll try.”

“And that’s what I have to tell Reddix. Maybe…maybe it will lift some of the burden off his shoulders, let him rest a little easier.”

Lissa gave him a sad little smile.

“You truly love him, don’t you?”

“He’s like a brother to me,” Saber said seriously. “And the way he was earlier—you should have seen him, Lissa—he was almost wild. He told me he’d done things…”

“What things?” She frowned.

Saber shook his head. “Never mind. Hopefully, he’ll be able to undo them once he knows he’s not alone in all this. I’m just going to go talk to him, and then I’ll come right back.”

“You promise?” She fluttered her eyelashes at him. “Because I was kind of hoping for a little more love.”

Saber gave her an appreciative growl.

“You’ll have as much as you can handle, I promise you,
amalla.”
Bending down, he took her mouth in a sweet, hot kiss. “Just let me speak to Reddix, and I’ll be right back.”

“Don’t take too long.” She lay back on the bed and curled up on her side. “It’s lonely in this big bed without you.”

For a moment, Saber wavered. Reddix was staying in the guest quarters—all the way on the other side of the massive Kindred Mother Ship. And Lissa looked so warm and inviting curled in the bed that way. Saber almost put off talking to his friend until the next day, just to stay with her. Then he remembered the wild look on Reddix’s face and the witch’s mark on his wrist.

No,
he told himself.
This can’t wait. I have to go to him now. Have to give him peace so he can rest and heal.

Kissing Lissa once more, he went out to find his friend and put his mind at ease.

Chapter Six

He was flying—flying over the surface of an alien world he’d never seen before. There was a blue ocean, topped with frothing caps of foam, but he didn’t seem to be headed there. Instead, he saw a land mass growing in his field of vision—a long, thick strip of terrain thrust out into the water like an accusing finger. A peninsula.

“Florida,” he thought to himself, and the name sounded right, although he didn’t know where it had come from.

But he didn’t have time to worry about his sudden inexplicable knowledge for long. He was coming in faster now, flying over the land at alarming speed like a projectile shot from a weapon. Trees and beaches, alien beasts and buildings were all passing by in the blink of an eye. Clearly, he was aiming for something, but what?

“So how are you this week? You seem a little tense.”

Before he could wonder where the voice was coming from, Reddix’s disembodied self was slicing neatly and silently through the roof of a strange building. He caught a glimpse of different rooms as he passed through them. There was a waiting area filled with people sitting on chairs and a pretty girl behind a long rounded counter. Behind that was a series of smaller rooms, each with a padded table in the center. On some of the tables, humans were lying, spread out like dead fish and covered in white sheets. Each of them had an attendant—another human—leaning over them and doing…what were they doing, exactly?

It took Reddix a moment to figure it out, but when he did, he felt a strange mixture of revulsion and hunger. The attendants were
touching
the ones on the table. Touching them all over, rubbing, caressing, massaging…everywhere he saw bare hands on naked flesh. There was nothing sexual about it—nothing he could see, anyway, but still, the sight was almost more than he could bear. He spent so much time avoiding being touched himself that the idea of someone voluntarily taking off their clothing and letting someone else rub and massage their bare skin made him tremble. And yet…to have that kind of control. To be able to endure someone else’s hands on his body without feeling their emotions, without triggering his RTS to the point of pain and self-loathing…

That’s what I want,
he thought, filled with sudden, unwilling longing.
Just to be touched without feeling pain. Just to talk to another person and have a normal conversation without having to feel their emotions crawl all over me.

But how stupid was it to wish such a thing? It was impossible…impractical. And it was never going to happen.

“So tight right here. I think I need to hit some trigger points.”

There was that voice again—for some reason it sounded familiar. Suddenly, Reddix found himself hovering over a tiny room near the back of the alien building. He watched what was going on in the room with interest.

Lying on his stomach on the padded table was a large, flabby man with thinning brownish hair.

“Yeah, I’m a little tense, darlin’” he was saying. “Business, you know. We did several multi-million deals this week, and of course,
I
had to be involved in them all. Had to keep it all running smoothly.”

“Of course,” said the girl bending over him. “That sounds stressful.”

“Well, it is but when you’re the firm’s top earner…”

The flabby man went on in a boastful voice, but Reddix had already tuned him out. He only had eyes for the girl, because now that he saw her, he realized he had seen her before—many, many times.

I’ve been dreaming of her for months,
he thought, shocked.
Why couldn’t I remember until now?