When Sparks Fly (First-Responders Book 1) (16 page)

Kalea lets, “Oh my” slip out of her mouth loudly, and unabashedly. She is biting her bottom lip and twirling her hair around her fingers when he cuts his eyes at her. He stretches a little longer and when he rights himself, rolls his abs and winks at her before he starts to make his way out of the room.

“Um, Breacca, do you need anything else right now?” Kalea is already up and moving.

“Well, I was hoping…” I can’t even finish my sentence.

“Great! I’m going to see how low those muscles go and how much, um, wood
I
can handle.”

“Kalea!” She stops and turns, and I’m trying my best to look and sound indignant, but I break. “No heavy lifting. I need you back in one-piece tomorrow,” I grin, my face turning as red as my hair.

“Don’t worry. I’ve tackled trees that big before.”

Unbelievable.

I busy myself unpacking the chests the guys had brought in earlier and haven’t even made it through half of them when exhaustion strikes. I decide on a warm bath to relax, and while the water is being brought in, I take a seat by the mirror, and emotions start to hit me all at once as I think about Ithoran. My best friend, besides Edana, and her family were killed in the attack by Nathair and his army. They lived near the front of the village and had no warning; no time to get out.

My eyes well up with tears and I start to sob into my hands. One of the maidens bringing in water stops and puts her hand on my shoulder to check on me.

“Ma’am, are you alright?” She inquires.

Wiping the warm tears from my cheeks, I nod, “Yes, yes. I’m sorry, I’m just tired and thinking about Ithoran and friends I lost. It just all crept up and settled on me at once. Thank you.”

“Your bath is ready, ma’am. Is there anything else we can do for you?”

“No, thank you. I’ll be fine.”

They all hurry out of the room. I slip out of my gown and let it sink to the floor at the foot of the bed. Walking across the cool, stone floor, I pick up my pace. The tub is tall, and I have to use a step stool to access it, but as I sink down all the way to my neck in warm, soothing, lavender scented water, I’m grateful for it. Twisting my hair up on top of my head, I secure it and let the tears take over once again knowing that if I just let it all out, I will be better for it.

When the water has cooled, and the salty tears have finally abated, I wash my face off one last time and carefully exit the bath. The towel is hanging from a metal rack that is placed at the end of the tub in the edge of the coals, so it’s nice and warm as I wrap myself up.

Tomorrow will be a better day.
I dry off completely, then slipping on a simple cotton gown, I let my hair down and crawl onto the pile of bedding, wiggling myself deep down into it. The light is fading outside, and it doesn’t take long before I slip away into oblivion.

The night sky seems to be burning. Yellows, oranges, and crimson fill the spaces between the inky clouds. Then there is something, something moving quickly through the air, casting shadows on the clouds.

Screams. Not of fear, but of pain. So much pain. So many voices are calling out.

“Someone, help us! Help…”

“Breacca, wake up.” I try being gentle at first, but she is thrashing about.

“Breacca. Wake. Up.” I’m more forceful with my words, and I have her by both arms.

Finally, she succumbs to my summons and snaps out of her nightmare.

“Baby, what is it? What’s wrong?”

The tears are streaming down her cheeks, and she looks so completely shaken. I’ve never seen her this distraught before; not even after the destruction of Ithoran.

“Their screams. Fire. Something in shadows overhead.”

She’s having a hard time breathing and trying to make sense.

“I’ve got you. Everything is alright,” I assure her as I pull her into my lap and swallow her up in my arms. “Just breathe and try to calm down. Nothing is going to hurt you.”

Her entire body is shaking, and her breaths are short and shallow as she wipes away the tears.

“It wasn’t me. The screams weren’t mine.” She tries to make sense of the dream. “I don’t even know where it was. I didn’t recognize the area. There were mountains with caves, lots of caves, and they seemed to just explode up from the ground. The sky was eerily orange, like it was on fire. And the screams; God Taranis, it was children. They were in so much pain.”

Her tears begin to fall again, and she buries her face into my neck. I feel her hot sobs on my skin and all I can do is hold her, letting her know that I am here to protect her. I stroke my hand through her hair, and slowly I feel her rigid body begin to slacken against mine.

I lean back and slide back down into the bed; Breacca still entwined against my body. Her crying has stopped, and breathing has leveled out. I make one-hundred percent sure she is sound asleep before I allow myself to relax. It’s still the wee hours of the morning, but I doubt I will get much more restful sleep tonight.

*****

Breacca is twitting around the room, straightening this and rearranging that when I finally wake.

“Good morning, sleepy.” She leans in and gives me a quick peck on the lips.

“What time is it?” I rub my eyes and blink several times, trying to clear the cobwebs.

“Just about seven,” she responds, moving an empty trunk over to a corner of the room.

“How long have you been up?”

“About an hour I guess.”

“Why didn’t you wake me?”

She sits down on the bed next to me and taking my hand, presses it to her lips. “Thank you for last night. I was so terrified. I’m still not sure what it was all about, but you made me feel so safe. I slept so completely peacefully after, and just wanted to let you rest as long as you needed.”

“You are too good to me.” I take her face in my hands and pull it to mine, bringing her mouth to within a whisper of my own, “Thank you.” Softly, she presses her lips to mine, and we stay there for what seems like an eternity.

When we finally release, she queries, “What time are you meeting Ellyn and Carac today?”

“Sometime in the mid afternoon. Why?”

“No reason. Just making conversation.”

She is back to shuffling about, unpacking and arranging our new room.

“Okay. You are
way
too active. What’s really going on?”

She stops, turns to me, and her shoulders slump. “I’m trying to keep myself busy and my mind off of something.”

“Spill it.” I raise an eyebrow at her, and she knows I’m not going to let up until I get what I want.

Leaning up against a wardrobe, she fiddles with some knick-knack in her hands and starts without looking at me, “It’s just with all that is happening, the rebuilding, you being tasked with leading Robor, the baby coming, the wedding; I don’t have the one person here that I need.”

“You mean Edana.”

She nods her head. “I don’t know how I’m going to make it through the wedding without her here. I just knew that when that day finally came for me, even though I was
her
handmaiden,
she
would be there for me.” She shrugs her shoulders.

“I know it isn’t the same, but you do have Kalea.”

“I know. And she’s being really great and all, but, well…”

“She’s not Edana.” I finish her sentence for her, and she nods. “Well, is there anything I can do for you right now?”

She finally looks up through her thick eyelashes, and a mischievous grin creeps across her face.

“Ooooh, no. Not this morning, you horny she-devil. There’s
way
too much that has to be done before the humans arrive.”

Breacca puts on her best pouty face. “But, you asked.”

“I just thought us guys were bad. This pregnancy has made you so fucking horny; I can’t keep up. You. Are. Insatiable.”

She starts walking toward me and slips the shoulders of her gown off, allowing the flowy material to fall to the ground. “Oops. It just fell off.”

Be strong Taranis. Focus.
I turn away trying to seem disinterested, but the hard-on, pointing straight down my leg, straining against my pants is painful. Reaching across the bed, I grab for my shirt, but no sooner do I straighten up, then I feel her breasts press against my back, nipples cold and hard.

Her hand slides into my pants, grabs my dick forcefully, and she bites my shoulder blade. “Hey!” I yelp in mild pain. She is already pumping away and despite my protests, I know that she’s going to get her way.

As I turn around, she doesn’t miss a beat and her hand moves with me. She’s already undoing my laces with her free hand, and she nips at my chest, breaking the skin and drawing a trickle of blood.

“You wanna play rough?” Grabbing a handful of her orangey-red hair, I pull her head back, leaving her long neck bare for my mouth to attack. Dragging my teeth along the strained muscle running from just behind her ear to her neck, I send up a trail of red, heated skin in my wake. She growls at me as I sink my teeth into the top of her shoulder, leaving a perfect indention of both tops and lowers.

Both of her hands are pumping furiously away on my length, swirling up and down as they do. I put both of my hands on her shoulders and press her to her knees. Once again grasping a handful of that coppery hair, I command, “Open,” as I thrust the head of my cock against her lips, “and no teeth.”

Shielding her teeth with her lips, I press myself into her mouth, and she leans into me, extending her neck and taking me deep;
real deep.
Her gags spur me forward as I retract and then slam into her mouth again, burying her nose and mouth against my groin. Her body shivers, but she doesn’t pull away. She’s turned on just as much as I am.

“Fuck, Breacca.” She grabs me by the ass and continues to choke herself on my cock, the drool running down her chin and neck, and glistening on her tits.
Fuck, she can suck a dick like no other.

“If you don’t stop, I’m going to come down that throat of yours,” I growl out at her. This has the opposite effect of what I expected. Grabbing the base, she pumps me hard as her head bobs up and down, and I can feel her growls resonating through her mouth, into my cock. I try to pull her head away, and she unsheathes her teeth, causing me to drag them along my shaft.

“Fuck. Okay. I get it.”
She wants my come; she’s going to get it.

With my right hand, I grip lightly around her neck while I pull back on her hair with my other. Crashing into Breacca’s mouth over and over again, I can feel the impending release building as I watch her eyes begin to water from how much I’m filling her throat.

“You fucking want my come?”

She nods her head as best she can.

“Then take it.” I groan loudly as I pull back into her mouth and begin to spurt copious amounts of hotness into it. It’s way more than she can handle, even as she tries to swallow it all, and begins to trickle out of both sides of her mouth around my still pulsing cock. I finally pull out and using her fingers, she cleans the sides of her mouth and then looking me dead in the eyes, sticks two fingers into her mouth and sucks the remnants off of them.

“Insatiable.” Is all I can mutter as I am completely spent and flop back onto the bed, my dick still hard as a stone pillar. I close my eyes, reveling in the past several minutes; but it doesn’t last long. I feel the bed dip, and then feel hot wetness sliding down me.

“My turn,” she growls between gritted teeth as she sinks all the way down, dragging her fingernails against my pecs.

“Well fuck, by all means, just use me as you please.”

“I will.” She slaps me across the face, and then grabs
my
neck, holding my head in place, locking my eyes onto hers.

“Dammit, what’s come over you?”
I mean I like it, but shit!

Her hips gyrate up and down my shaft as her little cunt grabs my dick like it owns it. This may be Breacca’s body fucking me, but her inner animal is in total control. I grab her tits and pinch her nipples hard, her eyes narrowing as goosebumps cover her skin.

She tries to dig her nails into me, but I grab her wrists and pull her flush against me. Planting my feet into the bed, I take over and begin pounding into her as I fill my hands up with her ass, spreading her soaked pussy wide to take all of me. I slide a finger across her
other,
tight little hole, pressing firmly against it and as I do, she grabs handfuls of my hair and pulls; this is the last straw.

Freeing myself, I flip her over and press her flat into the bed, spreading her cheeks and dragging my now fully, reawakened cock up her sex and smearing her wetness over her puckered little asshole. Pressing the head hard against it, I groan, “Is this what you want? You want me to fuck you here?” I press the tip in.

“Yes, Taranis. Fuck me there. Make me come.”

Holy shit!

I slide myself in, little by little, letting her adjust to the thick intrusion. She grips the sheets and moans hard as I begin to slowly pump, working half of my raging erection in and out of her ass. Breacca raises her hips marginally, and I can see her slide her hand under herself, and feel her fingers rubbing frantically. Amazingly, I can feel my own self building again.