Three Days of Dominance (11 page)

She couldn’t and wouldn’t give up. Tentatively she spoke.

“I would still like to help you.” She put her hand up and captured his where it rested in her hair. Pulled it down and kissed the back. “No one dies on my watch,” she said more firmly. “If I could bring back Jacob, I’d shift heaven and earth to do it. I can’t, but you’re not getting rid of me. On my world adults get to make their own decisions.”

At least, he’d not get rid of her until he went back to his world. What a depressing thought. She shook it off.
No use thinking that. Here and now, Danii, here and now
. Though for a fleeting second, she couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to go to another world.

He sighed, freed his hand, and drew his arm across below her breasts. “I see you need training in what
be quiet
means. If I had you on my world, that would be swiftly punished.”

She stiffened.
Punished? I’d like to see him try.

He hugged her tighter to him. “And no. I will not permit this
help
of yours.”

“When I’m told to walk away, I only get pissed off and more determined.” She writhed a bit, trying to sit up straighter, though it didn’t work too well. “You don’t want to see me when I’m pissed off.” She set her mouth in a line.

“Oh? Are you sure?” He turned her chin, smiling down at her. “I’ve seen every other side of you. Though I’m sure it won’t be as nice as this little bottom of yours pushed up against me.”

At that, she froze. The hardness behind her wasn’t a faerie wand, that was for sure. She imagined him sliding into her.

“Stop toying with me.” The words came out husky.

“I assure you, if I was toying with you, you would know.”

Damn him. The familiar heat shivering through her played havoc with her thoughts.

“You forget that the toah makes you more aware. And when I say aware, I mean sexually. Or have you not noticed? This decision of yours is being influenced by your body’s reaction to me. This is also the truth.”

God. Was he right? No. I felt this way, this attracted to him before the toah was inside me
. “Wrong.” She croaked out the word. “You know I’m attracted to you anyway. Hell. How could I not be?”

“Are you flattering me?” He chuckled. “You can’t win this argument. I can change how you see the world in ways you cannot imagine.”

“Are you certain? I’m part fae myself, remember? This little tattoo thing?” She tapped her forehead. “Maybe I can resist you and Aroha, more than you know.”

As they argued, Killer sat there watching, his gaze flicking from her to Heketoro and back, as if this were a tennis match being played without a ball.

“Danii, why do you think you still have the toah inside you? Without my use of glamour, you’d have removed it and thrown it away. With enough power, a fae can make a human see…” he touched her eyelids “…feel…” trailed fingertips across her cheek “…taste…” one finger slipped partway into her mouth “…and hear…” last of all, he swirled that finger in the curves of her ear “…almost anything.” She couldn’t help shivering. “I know this because I’ve tried the toah in the past on many, many women, and that is what happens. It’s a natural response. I tricked you. Now, let me remove it. And then we’ll be done with this.”

She slumped forward and put her head in her hands.
Damn him
. Glamour—another one of those mythical things they said the fae could do.

“You’re doing it now though too. Trying to influence me. Many women? That’s to put me off, isn’t it? Maybe I wouldn’t have thrown it away even without this glamour. I’m not your average shrinking violet, Heketoro. I’ve always known there was something odd about my family. Mom said it to me often enough.” She gritted her teeth. “Let. Me. Help. I’m an adult. Let me. Please!”

Let him simmer a while. He’d come round.

He let go, leaned away from her.

Right. She knew how to ignore as well as he did. She picked up a bunch of pine needles and spread them out like a fan. An ant crawled along the length of one and she watched it, thinking, waiting.

The man was protecting her. As if things weren’t already complicated enough. A stunningly gorgeous faerie with a BDSM fetish who came from a world where the magic was fueled by these toah eggs. Common, he’d said. So…magic that ran on sex? That seemed so odd. Not creepy, just strange and way outside the realm of normal. Maybe she was lucky he wouldn’t want her to go back with him. Though such a world might be…interesting.

She wound a pine needle round one finger, unwound it, then back again. This curse was going to kill him and Aroha in two days. As if she could or would ignore that after he’d just saved her from drowning. As if she wanted his death on her conscience.

Chapter Seven

She sat in the V of his legs, playing with the pine needle and wondering what Heketoro was thinking. His thighs moved in against hers, holding her as if in a vise. He brushed his hand down the length of her hair to her nape, twisted her hair and tightened his grip, making her head tilt back, with her neck exposed. His other hand cupped her breast, thumb circling her nipple.

She didn’t move…didn’t want to, caught by a storm of desire. “What are you doing?” The words barely made it past her throat, so rapt was she in his caresses.

“Maybe I’m just taking my pleasure a little farther. Or maybe I’ve listened to you, and now I’m going to remove the toah so you can weigh up the facts without it putting other ideas in your head.”

She blinked. He’d listened and was what? Going to—

He captured her mouth.

She sighed as his mouth closed over hers, hard and insistent. His tongue drove in until she gave and parted her lips. A sweet invasion, he kept her mouth open, pushing in, playing with her tongue, moving a little, and taking her mouth again.

With the insistence of his lips and tongue and the gentle fire of thumb on nipple, wetness seeped between her legs. She clutched at him, digging her fingers into muscle, flooding with sensation as he slid his hand down her back to her buttocks and up to glide warmly between her top and her skin, then around to cup her breast again. Too much. She lost track of the whereabouts of his hands and lips. Everywhere throbbed.

Slowly she realized he’d stopped, though he still held her in his arms. Panting, heart rate climbing down from frantic levels, through half-lidded eyes she peered back at him. For once his hair wasn’t gathered into a ponytail and fell loose past his shoulders. She reached out and ran her fingers down a strand, feeling it slip across her skin like cool silk.

“Why did you stop?”

He caught both her wrists, pulled them down, holding them at her sides. “Because you’re ready now. Wet, open enough for me to remove the egg.”

Oh. He’s holding me for a reason. This sound like the start of a gyno examination
. She turned her head to protest, and he bent and covered her mouth, kissing her and driving that ache to a higher level. She moaned into his mouth. The kiss was as potent as a stone falling in a pond, with the ripples spreading outward forever. She shuddered.

He drew back and smiled, amusement crinkling the corners of his eyes. A constriction at her waist made her look down. A rope of plaited stems dotted with little pink buds wound round her waist and across her bared belly button before curling round each wrist and holding them immovably at her sides.

“Damn. Roses?” The smallest of thorns pricked at her skin. She rolled her eyes. “You are sneaky.”

“Faeries often are,” he said, voice rumbling like distant thunder. He slipped from behind her to gently lower her onto her back, then rolled down the black shorts and her underwear.

She could have kicked him somewhere tender, but by then her heart thudded so hard she could see her breasts tremble with each beat. She felt like a mouse waiting to be eaten by a big bad ever-so dangerous cat. Screaming might be sensible. Except she knew he wasn’t going to hurt her. The opposite in fact; he was likely to make this feel…nice.

He propped his hands either side of her and bent to tongue her flat stomach, his black hair feathering across her sensitive clit.

Mmm
. She curved her back.

His hands nestled into her just where bottom curved into back, and his tongue, soft, kissing mouth, and nibbling teeth cruised southward.

She heaved out a rough sigh. “I might have done this, if you’d asked me nicely.”

“Might?” His eyes glittered.

She stared at him, unable at first to assemble anything sensible in her head.

“You said you were going to let me decide without the toah affecting me.”

“Or I could simply destroy it.”

“And let yourself die? No. Don’t do this. Please. I’m willing to help you. If you reject this and die…you’re going to leave me feeling—” She frowned. Lost? Was that the word she sought? There’d be a terrible emptiness, she knew that, and sorrow. She came out of her reverie to find him looking at her, frustrated and yet underneath seemed a morsel of exasperated pride.

“Very well. You’ll have your chance to think about this without the toah. So I still get to do this.” The predatory smile returned, and he bent to kiss her upper thigh.

“Maybe, like I said, I should do it?”

His fingertips slicked along her cleft, seeking her entrance, probing. Skin slipping on wet skin. Nothing mattered save the gentle separation of her inner lips, the press against the rim, the stretch as one finger was joined by another and another. Her clit engorged. She squirmed, panted.

“You want to do this? Are you sure of that, Danii…” He stopped, poised to enter her properly. She could tell he’d barely made a fraction of an inch inside her tight entrance. Her vaginal muscles clenched, and she bit back a groan. “This way, it’s more enjoyable, for both of us. Don’t you agree?” He made little featherlight circles around her clit.

The bastard. He knows I want those fingers deeper.

“Maybe. Ahh. Will you—Yes, I agree. Yes!” She tried to arch again and found the rose stems had spread and anchored her to the ground. Her ankles also refused to move, for the same reason, she imagined. Rose thorns stabbed at her flesh, their miniscule stings sweeping down her like fiery goose bumps to merge with the touch of his fingers.
Jesus. Faeries.

“You enjoy tying me down?” she gasped out. Her body ached so. That he’d bound her launched her senses singing higher, screwed the tension tight as coiled steel. This was agony and ecstasy all in one roiling bundle. Now, she would have kicked him, if she were free.

“Touch me!” she pleaded through clenched teeth. He seemed more interested in bemusedly observing the little signs of her struggles than doing or saying anything further. “Your fingers, your mouth—”

“Say please.”

“Ohh! You smug—” He removed his fingers, sat on his heels. She closed her eyes tight, opened them wide. “Please!” Then softer. “Please, touch me.”

His mouth descended on her clit. His fingers shoved up inside her, and she felt them close over the egg. As they moved out again, the moist sucking on her clit wrenched her over the edge into an explosion that rocked her to the core, then thrummed outward again to every part of her body. Over and over, ad infinitum. He kept on sucking with the muscles of her thighs straining her toward his mouth until she finally groaned and relaxed, her body lying flat and limp on the ground. She let her thighs flop wide open, finding her strength had deserted her and left behind only quivering flesh. With a final lick that made her twitch and whimper, he removed his fingers and his mouth.

“I have it,” he said softly.

“Do you?” Barely focusing, she peeked at him through eyelashes. The egg glowed with light blue radiance. “Good…for you.” A quiet rustling accompanied the slow withdrawal of the stems holding her down. The bulge at Heketoro’s groin gave her a delicious, wanton idea. Dare she? Oh, yes, she did.

“Leave my hands tied,” she whispered. That he’d heard, she knew. A startled yet appraising glance came her way.

“Done.”

It was way too late now to regret or fall back to her prior set-in-concrete stance. She liked this, more than she should, liked it an awful lot. She licked her lips.

“I want to take you in my mouth,” she said, in a low voice.

Desire darkened his eyes. “Are you certain?”

She fluttered her eyes closed, opened, and let her tongue tip circle her lips.

“Then so it shall be.”

With his help, she got up onto her knees.

She couldn’t stop looking as he undid all those ivory buttons. His cock stood out, straight as a mast. Already she could taste it.

“Wait,” he said gruffly and bent to place his hands on her arms, staying still as he concentrated. The stems at her wrists shifted, dragging her hands back until they met in the small of her back. “More comfortable?’

She didn’t answer, having better things to do. His cock bobbed near her lips. She stuck out her tongue and licked it from base to tip in one slow, wet stripe. His hands gripped her shoulder and the back of her head as if to guide her. Not that she needed any help.

As he drew back his hips, she captured the tip of his penis in the circle of her lips and went down on him an inch, two inches. Back, to trail her tongue into the tiny slit at the very tip, then around the bottom of the glans. This time, he groaned. She couldn’t help smiling a little, though it made her teeth scrape at him.

That her hands were tied at her back only enhanced the excitement of the act. She wanted to give him the same exquisite joy he’d given her.

Making sure saliva wet the insides of her mouth, she sank down a little farther onto him, then all the way to the back of her throat, with her lips meeting his balls. She smelled his heavy musk scent.

“Oh, yes,” he hissed. And he pulled out slowly and in again, setting a steady rhythm of thrust and withdraw, stretching her mouth, leaving a light salty taste in his wake. Now she lost control as he twined his hands in her hair to hold her where he wanted—pushing in and pulling out, slow as a tide.

She looked up at him, delighted at the look of concentration on his face. She brought her tongue into play as much as she could—slipping along the shaft, doing a flick around the tip as he went to plunge back in.