The Sentinel Keeper (Forest Series) (5 page)

Even in her dream she knew she was going to betray the man with the green eyes.

Great sobs shook her body as it convulsed in the dark. She would fight, as she always had. But it meant that he would kill her, this tiny deathbringer.

It happened every time. Every single night of her life she had fought him. And every night she had lost. Soon a great dagger of stone was going to descend, slicing her torso open as her lifeblood ran down the altar and into the thirsty earth below.

She was helpless, about to die. Great hot tears of despair ran down her face.

I will not give him up, she screamed, waiting for the dagger to call.

But this time something was different.

Through the hopelessness Beth felt a warm breeze snaking towards her.

Beth, a voice called.

Her body was shaking. Harder now. A voice was calling her, so deep that it stopped time. She knew that voice. She needed it. But with it came a dread realization.

The deathbringer also heard it because he turned to her, delighted fire in his eyes. His scream of pleasure was so loud Beth could feel it cut into her very soul.

You’ve found him for me, he screamed.

No, Beth moaned.

But the other voice kept talking to her.

Come back to me.

She wanted to sob.

Yes, I want you. Save me.

The voice was insistent now almost sensing her need, the cave receding as the creature let out a shriek of rage; so vile and desperate Beth could feel the cold hand of hell.

Beth.

Beth.

Beth. Come back to me.

In her sleep Beth moved closer towards the source of warmth.

She knew it was Melchior, and she was on his bed. Her hand shot out into the darkness and grabbed for him. It was like a lifeline.

His skin was hot against her, hard muscle cased in burning skin. In the half-light of the dream world she was crawling. She crawled across the bed towards him. She could see him sitting next to her, watching her.

She was crawling up his chest, pushing him back onto a bed. She needed to taste him, touch him.

She heard him hiss out her name as he let her push him over onto his back. She rose up and straddled him, her legs opening over his hips as she fitted herself tight against him. He felt so real as his hands moved. They parted the thin robe she was wearing and pushed it back over her shoulders. The light fell against her as she arched into the dark, wanting him to look at her. Her was body a fierce fire of need. His eyes locked onto her breasts, and she felt his rough hand move up and graze one of them.  Her nipples were hard as tiny jewels as he rubbed his fingers teasing her buds with a knowing touch.

It wasn’t enough. She wanted more. She crawled higher up his body, hovering over his face. His breath was thick and hot, coming out in pants and she could feel it on her breasts as his tongue shot out. She rose above him, arching as her nipple dragged across his lips.  Beth felt a shudder rise from deep within her. More.  As if he heard her, he pulled her straining nipple deeper into his hungry mouth.

She arched her back, a desperate moan escaping her mouth. Her hands fisted into his hair as she drew him closer. His mouth was hot against her flesh as he flicked his tongue against her beaded nipple. Then he turned his attention to her other breast.  His hands were moving now. They raked up her back and found her neck, and then they tugged on her hair, pulling her head back and forcing her nipple deeper into his mouth. He sucked harder, edging her to the point of delicious pain.

Her body was desperate for him, for more. Her bones had turned to liquid as she writhed on top of him.

She could feel his arousal hot and hard beneath her as she started to move against him now, rocking herself. He was huge, straining up from his dark mass of hair, a thick shaft rising up to his bellybutton. She could just feel the head of it rising out from under his pants and she rocked back and forth against it. The skin like velvet draped over steel against her sex. She wanted it buried deep inside of her. Her body was moving on its own accord, riding back and forth over him as she felt his mouth move over her breast in an urgent rhythm.

Her legs were moving over him as she rubbed her core against that tip. More, she needed more. She dragged her breast away from him and inched down his body, her tongue lapping at his salty skin. The taste of it fuelled her desire.

He was panting now, his breath pistoning in and out as his hands fisted into the sheets of the bed as she moved her tongue down his iron stomach. He groaned as he moved lower. A drop of moisture gleamed on the tip of his straining cock. She had to taste it. She bent lower and licked the drop off, her tongue lashing his swollen head. Melchior arched off the bed in a massive thrust, his body arched like a bow as he lifted her up with him into the air. Every massive muscle in his body strained. Then she took him deep into her mouth, and felt him glide over her lips and deep into her like a delicious drug.

Melchior knew he was past the point of no return the second she had crawled up his chest and arched her flushed pink nipple into his mouth. The taste of them drove him wild, fresh and clean like a mountain spring. He wanted to taste it forever.

He had not meant this to happen when he had brought her back to his room fast asleep and lain her on his bed. But then she had started thrashing on the bed, sweat pouring down her body. He had acted with instinct. He hadn’t meant to tap into her dream; it was a power he rarely used. But what he saw had shocked him to his core. Niyan. The Dark Lord.

He had tried to wake her. But that was ancient history the second her robe had parted and he has seen that expanse of creamy flesh. He should have acted sooner and forced her to wake. But a very male part of him had not wanted her to stop. Had prayed for her to continue. He had seen in the forest that she had a wildness to her, a raw power that made her unique and unlike any other female he had encountered.

Gods the feel of her mouth on his cock was more than he could bear. He could no sooner stop now than he could hold back the tides.

Every part of him wanted to take her now. To plunge into her and have her – his curse be damned. He was so close to losing it. He closed his eyes his body screaming with the need to release as her mouth moved over him faster now. In another second it would all be over. But he needed to taste her first. A deep primal male need in him could not allow himself to be taken by a female. He wanted to make her scream him name and wanted to feel her taste on his lips.

With a roar he pushed himself up and flipped her over onto her back. 

Her eyes were still closed and he knew she was still in a half-sleep, not fully conscious of what she was doing. He noticed the deep rings of exhaustion under her eyes. He knew he should end this now. He should just walk away.

But he would not. He would end this tonight once he had slaked his hunger for her.

Her incredible body was laid out before him. On his bed. Gods he had almost come as she had taken him into her mouth.

Ripping off the remainder of her gown he pressed her back into the bed. Her body was laid bare before him. It was everything he had imagined and more. Lean and elegant, she arched off the bed with a sob towards him. Her legs were thrashing beneath him and he had to lift himself away from her, he was so ready to explode.

He tore his glance away from her red nipples and moved it lower where just a tiny pair of silk panties covered her sex. But he knew she was slick and wet for him. With a growl he slipped a finger down and slipped it under the silk and rubbed against her bud.

He needed to get his mouth on her now.

With a hiss he moved the scrap of fabric aside and lowered his mouth against her. His tongue flicked and lapped at her bud.  She arched off the bed and came instantly, her slick flesh convulsing against his mouth. He moved his tongue against her, lapping up the taste of her. It was like the sweetest nectar he had ever tasted.  He slipped his thumb deep inside her and felt the tremors run, contracting on his finger as she sobbed. His name.

Gods the sound of it on her breath almost stopped him. It was like a whisper on the wind and he felt a tight fisting in his chest before he quickly shoved it aside. He lapped at her, driving her higher and taking the sweet taste of her deep into his mouth. She was like a wild creature below him as she bucked against him as he slipped another finger deep inside her. Her head thrashed against the pillow as with a deep male growl of pleasure, Melchior stroked her dripping flesh.

He was close to bursting. He needed to get inside her, bury his aching cock so deep that she would scream his name again and again.

But he could not. He could not have her tonight. Not like that.

For if he did enter her, he could never have her again. That was his curse from the Gods. He could have a female, but only once. That was the rule the gods had set on him. Only once had he tried to defy them, and he had taken a woman again. The pain had been so intense and indescribable he had been unable to move for weeks as he recovered. But her fate had been worse. She too had burned, but her burns had taken her life. It was a punishment so cruel that it had taken him decades before he had taken a woman again. And then he touched them only once ever. He had never tried it again.

He knew if he took Beth now, it would be his first and last time with her.

And he was not ready to lose her. Not yet.

Not yet, he breathed against her desperate heat.

‘Come for me again,’ he ground out as he took his cock in his own hand.

When she came this time she screamed, a high desperate sound that filled his head and raced through his blood. He fisted himself and pumped his sex.  His hand was so tight he felt his entire body buck with the pain of it. His release hit him like a blow as he roared, pumping his seed into the sheets in an explosion that rocked him to his very soul. He strained, his head thrown back to the heavens that had deserted him as wave after wave threatened to drown him.

It felt like an eternity before the roar in his blood slowed and the blood settled in his head. He righted his pants and stood up.  After he had splashed his face with cold water and brought his heartbeat down to a gallop he walked back into the room.

Beth was sitting straight up in the bed, her eyes wide as she looked at him.

Beth knew it had just been a dream but it didn’t feel like it. It felt very real, both the tremors still moving up her body, and the massive scarred warrior staring at her through the dark. But all her dreams felt real She let out a shaken breath.  She was lying on a massive bed in the centre of a room; her entire body was still languid coping with the most mind-shattering dream orgasm of her life. If it wasn’t bad enough that she had let him shake her down in the forest, she had gone and had the most erotic dream of her life about him.

Beth tried to shake the lethargy and clear her head.

“Got a light in here?” Beth asked, her voice sounding shaky to her own ears.

A light flared in the distance, then another, bathing the room in a soft gold glow.

Beth let out a slow, shaky breath, lifting her hand to run her fingers through her hair.

“There are so many things wrong about this situation that I don’t even know where to start,” she said.

She fought her a wave of embarrassment as she pushed herself up, wrapped herself in a sheet and she walked towards him. It took all of her courage but she lifted her head and looked him straight in the eyes.

“Clearly you kidnapped me from my hotel room. And I know you stole my phone. But did we just…”

He raised an eyebrow.

“… sleep together?”

She heard Melchior make a noise that sounded like a choke. Then he shook his head, his eyes narrow and unreadable as he watched her.

Beth breathed out, eyeing him with suspicion. Then she remembered the start of the dream, her nightly ritual with the deathbringer. She started.

“You… You were there. How?” Without thinking she lifted her hand and touched his face, her fingers tracing a livid scar that cut his cheek. Beth gasped as he recoiled, and she snatched her hand back. But he was faster than her, his hand shooting out to imprison her hand in his own.