What She Craves (6 page)

“I said step away. She is mine.” Her heart lifted. He did want her. She did please him. Soothing warmth slid through her belly, easing the pain and peaking her nipples.

“Master.” The black-haired man stared over her other shoulder.

“Walker, are you declaring?” Rupert's baritone voice said from the other side of her.

Declaring. What did that mean?

Another twinge hit her, and she sucked in a breath through clenched teeth. When would this end?

“If you are, say so. Otherwise leave,” Rupert said with the same command he had in the cottage that day.

Good Lord, what was declaring? Please don't let him duel for her. Oh, the ache would only get worse if that happened. She couldn't handle more pain, even if Kenny regarded her. Tears swelled in her eyes, and her lower lip trembled. She wanted to throw herself into his arms, but she couldn't move.

“Ah, sweet, are you all right?” Kenny asked.

No, I'm not well.
Her whole body heaved on a sob. She tried to hold back the tears and gulped for air. Impossible, they tumbled down her face.

“Shit.”

“Walker. Declare or leave,” the black-haired man said from in front of her. He kneeled and clasped her hands. Turning her palms straight up, he slit her index fingers. There was no pain as new blood dripped down her hands. The ache in her stomach eased, and she could breathe again. Good Lord, this was too strange. Make him come to her.

“Move, Greyington.” Kenny's large form appeared beside her, and tears ran down her face. Kenny was here; surely he would make things better.

Heat radiated from his body and she shivered. She was so cold. She wanted to curl into him, and breathe in his scent as she wrapped the warmth of his skin about hers. Her body was shaking—she couldn't control her limbs—as he placed his hand on top of her head.

“I, Kenneth Walker, declare this woman mine.”

She was his, whatever that meant. He would take her, and she could please him to rid herself of this ache.

He reached into his robe and pulled out a similar gold knife. What was he doing? Placing the blade to his hand, he slit both his index and middle fingers, then pressed blood from the cuts. Her eyes gaped. He didn't even flinch. Grasping her hands, he pressed his cuts to hers.

“As one.”

Then he raised them to his mouth and sucked each one into his wet warmth. The pressure made the blood flow. Warm tingles spread up her skin, and wetness pooled between her thighs.

Thank goodness the pain almost disappeared. Wrapping his tongue around each finger, heat as warm as a wool blanket swept her chilled body. His eyes, smoky black pools, stared back at her as he slid her fingers from his mouth and raised his to her.

“Open, sweet,” he whispered.

She opened her mouth, and he placed his cut finger against her lower lip. He wanted her to drink his blood as he did hers. The idea of tasting another person's blood should make her cringe, but this was Kenny. His blood was a part of him, and she craved his intimacy.

He dragged his touch across the dry skin of her lips. Her tongue slid out, wrapped about his finger, and pulled it into her wetness. Sucking, salty warm bitterness swirled in her mouth and she swallowed. Blood did taste better than the brew.

Kenny growled and her heart sped. What a wonderful sound. Tears slid down her face as a smile tugged her lips.

“It's all right, sweet.” He ran a finger down her face, tracing her tears.

People moved about them, and his finger slid from her mouth. “This is just the onset. I cannot ease you just yet.” He touched her temple. “Hannah, I'm so sorry.”

She nodded. Everything would be well; he was here now.

His arm wrapped about her, and he straightened, pulling Hannah to her feet. She pressed her length against his, and heat from his body seeped into her icy skin.

Good Lord, the smell of him…that spicy scent. She rubbed her face in the opening of his robe until her nose caressed the curls of his chest. Mmm…Her knees wobbled, and her hunger for him blazed. Arching her body, she pressed her breasts into his hard flesh.

“Bloody hell.” His arms tightened about her.

Oh how she needed him. To feel every ounce of his hard body pressed naked, flesh-to-flesh. To have those hands—that now soothingly rubbed her back—brush her bare skin. He placed a kiss on the top of her head.

“Don't worry; everything is set. She will be fine,” Rupert said.

Hannah stiffened. Did he mean for Kenny to leave her? No, Kenny wouldn't do so. Her hand slid from his sides in search of his warm bare skin. Finding the part in his robe, her fingers delved beneath. The coarse curls caressed her. Magnificent. Hard muscles beneath hot skin.

Her hand massaged through the sea of curls to the hard button of flesh while her lips circled, licking and flicking the other through his silk robe.

He grunted and blissful sensation ripped all the way to her toes. Soothing heat spread through her womb and liquid fire dripped between her sex lips. She closed her eyes to savor every sensation. God, she needed more, needed his hands on her bare skin. With haste!

“Rupert, give us a moment.” Kenny's need-filled voice sent her nerves ablaze. He wanted her. She pleased him.

Yes, Rupert, leave.
Her chest rose ragged and fell as she drifted in blissful light-headedness. She would not let him go. The pain in her body had eased, but she needed to please him or the pain might return. His fingers plucked her hard nipple.

“Uhh.” Her eyes opened and settled on his full luscious lips, moist with dew.

A kiss. Yes.

A kiss would pleasure him. She rose up on her tiptoes and trailed her hands up his robe. His muscles jumped in a wave beneath the thin cloth. The need to hear his labored breaths and strangled moans of pleasure gripped her.

His head bent down as hers tipped up, and hot breath met smooth, wet flesh, pressing firmly. Their lips gently caressed and nipped. Her hands slipped under his robe and pushed the tan silk wide to explore.

Strong powerful hands slid down her back to the swell of her bum. His fingers kneaded and separated the spheres, pulling the short fabric of her robe up so his bare flesh met hers. Good Lord, lightning slid through her body.

A finger slid into the dewed crack until the touch rested against her bumhole. Her whole body quaked, wanting his fingers probing in and out of her sex and her pucker. He tapped lightly and pressed into her bum. Cream drizzled down her legs.

He groaned. Yes, that was the sound she craved. Her body hummed.

Wetness traced her lips, and she arched her trembling body into him. She wanted to catch his prick in the crease between her thighs, to make him scream out his pleasure as he spilled his seed into her warmth. The walls of her sex quivered.

His chest labored in and out under her hands, and with a jerk of his hips, his sex slipped into the crease of her legs.

“Oh, Hannah.” His hips pressed forward.

Yes, he desired her too. His entire body radiated lust for her. She thrust her tongue and hips into him. The engorged folds of her sex clenched his hard prick and coated his length with her juice. The sensation…oh God. She moaned. His skin was so hot as his prick parted her folds as if melting butter.

Rupert cleared his throat.

A tremor hit Kenny's body, and he jerked his lips from hers. Her eyes fluttered.

“No!” She snagged his robe and tugged, needing his lips back on hers. He slid his cock from between her thighs. She didn't care if the whole world saw them mate. She had waited twelve years for this, and she would wait no longer.

“Rupert, I won't leave her.” His voice, deep and raspy, vibrated through her.

Thank goodness. Her muscles relaxed, fingers sliding down his taut stomach. She circled his penis and stroked the hot satiny skin. The tip, so hot, scorched her skin. Wetness drizzled from the tip, and his breath whooshed out. She wanted to taste him again, to feel his prick twitch and quiver in her mouth as his seed began to rise.

“Sorry, chap. You know the rules of the ritual.”

The ritual. That was why he needed to leave. The declaration.

“Let me ease her prior. Nothing says she has to start the ceremony in need.”

Hannah glanced at Rupert from the corner of her eye. Her head rose and fell with each labored breath Kenny made.

He nodded. “Make haste, chap. Once she is eased, come to the stockroom.”

“Right.”

Kenneth reveled in the feel of her small hand as she stroked his hard cock.

“There is a small room down the hall that is more private. I will ease you there.”

“Yes.” One hand clutched at his robe; the other stroked his heated stiff skin.
Touch all you want, sweet. This time I'm not about to stop.

A long breath of air whooshed out of him. He would finally bed her. He slid an arm beneath her knees and lifted her. Cradled her against his chest as her hands explored.

So light, so perfect. She fit him.

G
liding his lips across hers, he walked through the parting crowd as her tongue slid into his mouth. Sweet and warm, it swirled around. Damn. She made it hard to breathe.

She shifted, wrapping her legs about his waist. Her robe crept up, and his hands slid to the naked swells of her bum. The skin was so smooth; he couldn't wait to taste it, to run his tongue along every inch of her as she screamed with release.

Holding her hungry body, he sought her wet flesh. His touch slid into the folds and probed her soaking sex. Good God, her cunny scorched with heat. His prick pulsed with the beat of his heart, muscles clenching tight. He needed her hot cunt around his cock.

No, she needed this slow, to prove to her how beautiful and desirable she was. To keep the need at bay. To show her how much she pleased him.

Her tongue thrust in and out, tangling with his as touches slid, cupping and kneading his flesh beneath his robe. His head spun. Flesh against flesh. The fervor of her ardor broke what little restraint he possessed.

His cock jumped, brushing the heat of her bottom. Her arms tangled about his neck as her kiss turned harsher, stealing his breath and giving it back. His fingers dug into the tender flesh of her ass, clasping her as she rocked against him. His pulse raced, skin tingling everywhere she touched.

Damn, twelve years was too long to crave a woman he never expected to get. The urge to sink into her here and now…oh God. He had to wait, just a few more moments and they would be in the room.

Arching her back, she rubbed her breasts against him and moaned.

His cock touched the silken oil of her slit, and he gasped, needing more of the sweet sensation. He slid back and forth in the crack of her, and his sack pulled tight. Shit. His desires were against him. He would not make it to the room. The need to sink into her heat overwhelmed him.

Stumbling into the hall, he pressed her up against the opposite wall with a thud. His hands separated the velvet folds of her cunt.

One taste of her silken oil, then he would take her to the room for a proper fuck. He shifted his fingers into her humid flesh; slick cream coated and scalded his hands. God, she was so wet, so ready for him.

She arched, frantically rubbing herself against his belly. “Oh, yes, Kenny.” Her teeth grazed his neck, and his muscles strained for control.

Bloody hell. The room, so close yet too far away. He needed her now.

“I can't wait.” His fingers left her drenching sex. Shit, he was about to bed her in the hall like a dove in the street. She deserved better but he could wait no longer.

He shifted and spread her farther. She reached down, wrapped her fingers about his stiff shaft, and guided his throbbing head into her folds. One thrust of his hips, and slick hot flesh stretched, engulfing and caressing his cock.

“Oh! Oh!” Her cunny muscles spasmed as he fully sheathed himself.

His eyes closed, and he shuddered. Teeth clenched, he struggled not to spill. She was so damn hot.

“Good God, Hannah.”

He kissed her neck and her cheeks, unable to get enough of her salty sweet skin.

“Tight, so tight.”

She whimpered and wiggled, fingers digging into his shoulders. His shaft throbbed within her, begging him to move. Oscillating her hips, her mound rubbed against the rough hair of his sex.

“Thrust…please…” Muscles tightened in a wave about his cock. “Mmmmm.”

The sound, so exquisite, made him grind into her swollen flesh. Her inner muscles quivered, and a gasp of sweetness pressed to his lips.

He pulled his lips away. “Open your eyes, sweet. Let me see you as you come for me.”

Her eyes slit open. The blue, a thin sliver about the passion-filled black.

“Oh, Hannah.”

Instincts so powerful possessed him. His hips slid back as he withdrew to the tip, then thrust back in. Hot oil slid down his hardness, clasping him, pulling him deep. Her face contorted as pleasure built.

The slap of flesh on flesh, flesh on wood, and wet hot cunt drove him. Fingers scratched his skin. Teeth bit his lips. She whimpered, then screamed, grinding into him. The muscles of her cunt convulsed, clasping each thrust of his shaft. His ass tingled, and his stomach clenched tight. A grunt ripped from his throat as his cock burst forth, spilling his seed within her smoldering wetness. Knees weakening, they toppled to the tile floor.

 

Hannah could not believe the intensity of her spend. Every muscle in her body clamped tight around Kenny's penis. He lay atop her, phallus lodged inside her, panting heavily. Their passion was wonderful. Heavenly. She wanted more.

His hands cupped her bum. Her legs wrapped wantonly around his hips, her hands tangled in his hair. So intimate, so amazing. Tears welled in her eyes as she felt every muscle, every bone, every breath of him. She wouldn't change this first with him. Even with the pain from earlier, she would cherish this act.

“Kenny?” Leaning forward, she nibbled the soft flesh below his ear. “Did I pleasure you?” She needed to hear him say yes, even if the pain no longer resided in her womb.

The air swirled and feet padded past them. They behaved like animals. Her cheeks grew warm. It felt good to let her body follow her own desire.

“Good God, sweet. What do you think? We are lying on the floor in the hall.” His head lifted from her, and he grinned with lazy eyes.

“Yes!” She couldn't contain her smile. He enjoyed her. A tear slid from the corner of her eye and down her cheek, and her lip trembled. She pleased him. She could please a man. Simon was wrong.

“Yes,” he said between pants. “I want more, Hannah.” His finger brushed away the tear. “I want this all night. After the ceremony, will you allow me?”

What was the ceremony? She didn't care. “Yes, oh yes!” That was why she had come.