Fawks (Dragons of Kratak Book 4) Page 7
“I told you I have a fiancé back home. I couldn't betray him by letting myself go with you.”
“I don't understand that. Doesn't he want your pleasure, too? If he really cares about you, he would want you to take what you truly desire. He wouldn't want you to deny yourself for his sake.”
Rollo appeared before Sheena's eyes. She looked into his face the way she had a thousand times before. Did he truly want her to experience pleasure, even if that meant giving herself to another man? What would he say if he could see her right now?
Why did she even ask herself that question? Wasn't she a woman who could make her own decisions about her life? Why did she have to get Rollo's permission to make up her mind? If she wanted something, why shouldn't she get it?
She didn't have to look at Fawks to know she wanted.... what? What did she want? In the last analysis, what did she really want? Did she want a warm body to bonk against? If that's all getting together with him would be, she didn't want it. She could hold out a few more days or even the rest of the year until she got back to Rollo.
She didn't want a crazy fling in the middle of a forest. She wanted a man, a warm-blooded man with a beating, living heart in his chest. She wanted two strong arms around her and a chest to lean her head against. If she couldn't have that, none of the rest of it was worth spit.
She got all that from Rollo, but she wanted something else, too—something she didn't get from Rollo. He never fired her pulse the way Fawks did. He never threatened to attack her and take for himself. He never grabbed her and kissed her and touched her because he wanted to.
Something unchained lurked beneath the surface of...not Fawks. He was just himself. He came from another world with different rules. His attitudes toward gender dynamics and sexual customs were normal to him. He wanted her. So what? That meant little or nothing to her.
The dangerous thing, the unchained thing that disturbed her very sense of herself lay within herself. She wanted him. That was the dangerous thing. She wanted him with an overriding passion she couldn't control. If she really wanted to return to Rollo without getting mixed up with Fawks, she better run for the hills right now before that forgotten part of herself grabbed him and took what she wanted.
She didn't run for the hills, though. She couldn't even bring herself to move away from him, not even when he slid the last inch closer to her so his thigh touched hers. Her blood boiled, and her pulse pounded in her neck, but she couldn't tear herself away.
He tilted his head to one side and moved in close to her ear, but he didn't touch her. He breathed in a deep breath and let it out against her neck. Every hair along her spine stood on end. He was so close she could smell him. A strange smell emanated from his skin and clothes and hair. She couldn't identify it. His very strangeness mesmerized her and fixed her in one place. She stared into her oncoming destruction with glassy eyes, but she couldn't run from it.
He breathed into her ear. “You want it, Sheena. I know you want it. Let it happen. Don't fight it.”
She fought it, but she couldn't beat it. Rage and torment and passion all flared up in her soul to shatter her mind. She couldn't think. She couldn't move away when his hand rested on her knee and squeezed. A jet of lava torched up her thigh into her crotch. Her bones melted.
Chapter 10
His other hand slid up her back to her neck, and he turned her head to face him. His crystal-clear eyes burned into her being. He glanced down at her mouth and back up to her eyes. “You want it, don't you? You want me. You desire me. You want me to please your body all over, don't you?”
She panted in agony. Her lips pouted open. She longed for his kiss, for his body all over her. He knew that. She didn't have to tell him.
All at once his hand clamped around the back of her neck with crushing power. He jerked her toward him and growled through gritted teeth. “I asked you a question. You want it, don't you? You want me to take you like this, don't you? Say you want it. Let me hear you say it.”
She cried out in pain and surprise. “Yes, I want it! I want it.”
He lowered his voice to a brutal rumble, but he didn't let go of her neck. “That's right. You know you want it. You want me to show you what real pleasure is. You want me to show you how a real man does it. That's right. I know what you want.”
He squeezed a little higher around her knee. He kneaded up her thigh to the sensitive flesh between her legs. He held her in place by the neck while he stimulated her precious petals to their swollen limit.
Just before he found the hidden slit between her thighs, he eased off. His breath tickled her nostrils, and he brushed his lips across her mouth. Every butterfly touch sent waves of deepest violet scorching through her. Every inch of his fingers up her thigh brought fresh oozes of nectar bleeding from her slit to dampen her curtains and stain her pants.
Was anyone else in their camp seeing her reduced to this soggy mess of craven lust? Was anyone seeing the great Sheena Lamb, Commander of the Allies Air Wing, brought to whimpering submission by this heathen man?
She loathed herself for responding like this, but buried underneath that loathing, she wanted it. She wanted him to dominate her and take her and show her what a dominating man could do.
She never met a dominant man before in her life. Rollo certainly never entertained any notions of handling her like this. He never made her admit out loud that she wanted anything. He took his cues from her and did what she wanted—and that's exactly why he never really succeeded in doing what she wanted.
Fawks saw what she wanted when he looked into her eyes. He didn't have to ask, because he already knew. Was this the sort of thing he did with his friends back in the Ulasso's underground city? Did the young people get together and touch each other like this? Did the men grab the women by the back of the neck and demand that they whimper and beg for it?
His lips took ages to reach her mouth. Little by little, eternity by eternity, he brushed his lips heavier and heavier against her mouth until he pressed them against her lips. She closed her eyes and let herself fall into the vacuum of his kiss. His tongue pushed her mouth open, and the hot saliva trickled down her throat, into her stomach, to seep out through her craving cunt.
He clamped down on her neck with renewed ferocity. “Open your eyes and look at me!”
Her eyes snapped open.
“Don't think you can hide from me. You're mine. Do you understand that?”
“Yes.” She should have said, “Yes, sir,” but that made no sense. She wasn't in the military now. He existed somewhere beyond those conventions.
He kissed her deeper, and their eyes danced together with their tongues. He owned her with those eyes. Those eyes held her still with greater determination than that hand around her neck. She couldn't get away from those smoldering eyes.
The deeper his kiss explored her mouth, the closer his fingers snuck to her sweet honey pot between her legs. He massaged her clitoris with his thumb the way he did the first time, but his fingers extended farther back to squeeze her ass under her seat.
Against her will, she rocked against that hand. Every circle of his thumb on her nub brought her to his feet in rotten desire. He crushed her mouth against his teeth and rumbled down her throat. “That's it. Show me how much you want it. Show me your pleasure.”
A blast of orgasmic fire exploded through her. She couldn't hold it back, but she didn't try. She kicked her hips against his hand. Only once, she closed her eyes against the tidal wave of explosive pleasure rocketing through her, but he jerked her awake with his controlling hand. “Open your eyes! I want to see you break. I want to see you give yourself up to me. Keep your eyes open. Don't think you can get away from me.”
She already knew she couldn't get away from him. He didn't have to hold her to keep her there, to keep her with him. She belonged to him. She gave herself up to him.
When she opened her eyes and looked at him, her flooding sensations burst higher and stronger than ever. She galloped against his hand
to milk the juice from her fountain. Her orgasm cascaded over her, on and on without end. He never released her. He kept her sitting down hard against his hand. He would keep her there forever until he bled her of every drop of her molten desire.
It didn't stop, though. Her mouth hung ragged and open against his lips. She couldn't kiss him anymore. She couldn't see him with her staring eyes. She saw herself falling apart, her world crumbling, her body dissolving into a puddle of wet, and she never even took her clothes off.
Was that monstrous pocket of volcanic passion building beneath the surface of her being all these years, just waiting for him to release it? She didn't have to ask why Rollo and his kind couldn't release it. They were too tame, too kind, too accommodating. They cared too much about offending her and hurting her, so they hardly ever touched her at all.
No one could call Fawks tame. He may have been kind and accommodating to her and her friends on their journey through the forest, but he wasn't either of those things now. He knew that volcanic desire waited for him under her crusty exterior. He conjured it. He demanded it.
Before she could recover from her destructive orgasm, he yanked her around by the neck. He flipped her over on her chest and shoved her down against the soft grassy bank behind her.
She obeyed his commanding hands, all her resistance swept away in the blink of an eye. Her face bumped against the grass, and the loamy aroma of soil and leaves and trees filled her mind. In a flash, his hands appeared all over her body. He pulled her shirt free from her waistband and shoved it up over her breasts. He hooked his thumbs under her bra and hitched it up around her armpits so her breasts hung free in the night air.
He tugged her pants down over her hips and bunched them around her knees. Then he grabbed her bare hips and hauled her back onto her knees so her pearly round ass pointed up at him.
There he stopped. He knelt behind her with his masterful hands on her hips where he could steer her wherever he wanted her to go. She dared not move or fight back. She whined under her breath in utter submission. Whatever he wanted to do to her, he would do and she would take it.
Her body cried out for him, for more of that intoxicating climax he just gave her. That eternal eruption of culminating rapture was never enough. She could go on and on like that for years. He could break her to pieces with every part of his body, and she would worship him and blow apart into rainbows.
He stroked his hands across her ass and hummed. “Mmm. Yes. That's so good. So beautiful. Oh, yes. Do you like that? Is that what you want?”
Even now, she sighed in heavenly pleasure. Just kneeling in that position gave her shivers of delight. Her pussy twitched and her clit throbbed with the last pulses of pleasure.
All at once, he brought his hand down hard across her ass with a vicious slap. CRACK!! She screamed out loud enough to wake the dead. What in the name of heaven was he doing to her?
His voice bit. “I asked you a question, Sheena. Do you like me touching you like that, or are you trying to make me mad? Don't cross me, or you'll be sorry.”
He went back to stroking the bright red spot where his hand smacked across her ass. The pleasure returned to wash away the pain. “Do you like that?”
“Oh, yes. I like it. I like it.”
He hummed again. She dared not look back at him behind her. Out of nowhere, something warm and wet slithered up her slit. It probed her lips apart and found her foaming cleft where the dewy pearls dripped from her primal font.
Sheena rocked and moaned against that devil tongue. He pushed his tongue into her cunt and found the aching clit below it. His hands circled around her ass in gentle strokes while his mouth brought her back to the brink of madness.
One hand disappeared from her ass and split her petals wide open. One finger delved into her engorged channel to touch every pleasure spot along the way. He pumped it deep in against her cervix and hooked it forward to massage her G spot when her climax crashed over her again. Her toxic mixture spurted around his fingers to bathe his cheeks and tongue with their delicious vapors.
Even before she could bury her face in the grass to stifle her gusty cries, he rose up on his knees. She didn't see his rippling muscles towering over her. She didn't see his biceps flex when he seized her hips to drag her back against him. She didn't see his washboard abs chiseled down to the bush of blonde hair against his massive pulsating spike.
She knew only the fullness of his manhood driving into her beyond all endurance. Her inner muscles clenched around his shaft, but he wouldn't be stopped. He slid it in to the hilt in a creamy lubricating cocktail.
His fingers tightened around her hips, and he thumped his tool into her blessed hole. She welcomed him with ever-increasing gusts of passionate longing. So, this was what she'd been missing all these years. So, this was what he meant when he told her men were supposed to be dominant.
She never understood until now. If she hadn't crashed her shuttle on this planet, she might never have understood. She would have lived her whole life in a barren wasteland without pleasure and fulfillment.
She leaned back into his pounding strokes. He leaned forward to plunge his dripping cock into her nether reaches. His swollen head slotted into the secret place next to her cervix, and the vibration reverberated through her being.
She lost all sense of herself. She was lost. She was nothing, nothing but this overwhelming majestic supernova of bliss and joy. She bit down on the grass and screamed her rising climax to the black planet.
He hit his pelvis against her voluptuous, quivering ass and knocked the understanding into her mind. She understood the whole cosmos in that moment. She understood everything and nothing at all. She understood herself and him, and when he injected his sticky seed into her cavern, she accepted it with grateful bliss.
Chapter 11
Sheena woke in the night to a strange noise. She patted the ground next to her, but found Fawks gone. She sat up and looked all around.
The fire still blazed as big and bright as ever. He must have built it up before he wandered off somewhere. She blinked the dust out of her eyes and pulled her shirt back down over her breasts. She got to her feet and pulled up her pants when she heard the sound again.
The Simons were back at the fireside from wherever they disappeared into the night. Ron lay wrapped in Abigail's arms, sound asleep. Jasmine and Rex cuddled together a few feet away, and the girls all slumbered together near their parents. Dana leaned against a tree with her jacket pulled over her head.
Sheena heard the noise again, but when she turned toward it, she stopped dead in her tracks. The white dragon who attacked their shuttle stood huge and bright in the firelight. The spikes along its back rustled the treetops overhead. It loomed over Sophia where she lay on her stretcher.
She gazed up into the sky with glazed eyes. She didn't see the dragon, or if she did, she didn't register what she saw. She didn't move or show any signs of alarm. In front of Sheena's eyes, the dragon opened its mouth and its forked tongue licked the wound in Sophia's thigh.
Sophia let out a low moan, but she didn't struggle to get away. She arched her back with every lick. She sighed and panted in obvious pleasure.
Sheena's heart stopped. Every nerve stretched to the breaking point. She lunged forward in rage to defend her friend. She never had a chance to think twice. She kicked over the bundle of morlock meat Fawks carried over his shoulder every day. She snatched up the spear tucked underneath it and rounded on the dragon with the sharp head aimed at its head.
The dragon's head swung up, and its blazing white eyes flashed. It opened its mouth to burn Sheena alive when she darted forward and stabbed Fawks' spear at the only part of it she could reach.
The spearhead glanced off one of the demon's hard scales and found its resting place in the space next to it. The leathery skin surrounded the point, and the spearhead bit into the skin. Sheena gave all her strength to driving the shaft in hard, and the spearhead disappeared under the dragon's tough hide.
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bsp; The creature's head whipped back on its long neck, and it let out a deafening shriek. Did anyone but Sheena hear that shriek? The others slept on in blissful oblivion, but Sheena's skin crawled at the horrible sound.
The dragon reared back on its hind legs. The spearhead yanked free, and black blood flowed from the wound. Sheena got the spear into position in front of her for the monster's counter attack, but to her surprise, it never came.
The dragon thrashed against the starry sky for one terrible moment. His white form rose high over Sheena's head, but he never came back down. His head craned back against all the laws of physics. Sheena stared in stunned awe as the dragon's neck withdrew into its body. Its papery wings folded behind it, and the long tail whipping the sky slid upward into its spine.
Its front legs straightened to hang down at the creature's sides, and the claws softened into fingers. The back legs angled the other way to bend at the knees, and the whole dragon collapsed on itself to a fraction of its size.
Sheena couldn't believe her eyes. After the way that dragon flew straight into her observation window and scared the daylights out of her at her pilot's console, she couldn't mistake it for any other dragon. Yet here it was, disappearing before her eyes to be replaced by an all-too-familiar shape.
The white skin, the blonde hair—the dragon turned into Fawks! Not only did she recognize his pure white chest and the cut of his muscled arms. A wound dripped blood from his shoulder. He cradled his arm against his chest. “Sheena! You stabbed me.”
She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. The spear fell out of her hands. The dragon—he was Fawks! What in thunder was going on?
He retreated out of the camp, beyond the firelight. She stood rooted to the spot, but her natural curiosity got the better of her. She followed him, but she didn't find the man cradling his wounded arm. She found the white dragon crouched between the trees. The faint starlight made his skin glow. His long neck curved around, and he licked the wound in his shoulder.