A Star is Born: The Coming Dawn: Book I (17 page)

“A Star has never considered a warrior. For one, they’re never around and would die if the warrior chose to abandon them, and usually they are married long before troops arrives. The labor force, protectors of each city, rarely step foot in it because there is no need; they survive on their own in the wild as part of their training.

“While you Ky, are incredibly beautiful, and have proven to my men that you’re willing to bond with a warrior and you’ve truly made me great. I’ve heard of my men talking. They see how you changed me, and know our bond is broken. They desire you to increase their power.” Cobaaron swept her hair over her shoulder, looking at her soft curves from her neck down to her hips. He slid his hand across her shoulder, and then grazed her breast as he ran his fingers in her crimson glowing locks. He smiled, knowing he was freely and affectionately touching her, and liked that she hadn’t stopped him. “You’re irresistible, and not just to me.”

He continued with his intimacies. He traced the scarlet swirls on her skin, before slipping his hand around her waist to draw her close. “What is it like where you’re from? How does the man suggest a future union if it isn’t a blood bond?”

“He proposes on one knee with a ring.”

“I want to reestablish our bond, and tell my men we fulfilled the union. I’m jealous, and don’t want them to lust after or want you.
I
want you. I’d give you the odd custom of a ring and display of servitude. I’m not an emotional man, but I do feel greatly for you. The bond has surely worn off, and I know my feelings are my own if they are stronger than ever. If you feel the same, don’t deny me.” With only a heartbeat for a pause he entreated for a fast reply. “What is your answer?”

“I’m no man’s wielding weapon,” Ky said, and walked toward the door.

“That is your answer? Stop! If you’re still mad at me, I’m sorry. I want the union, and I want you safe,” Cobaaron pleaded, calling after her.

Ky opened the doors, and spoke to the guard. “I need your dagger.” She held out her hand. The warrior paused, hesitant to acquiesce. Even though he didn’t know why she needed it, he slowly took his dagger from his belt and handed it over.

Cobaaron was smiling when she came back into the room. “I thought you were leaving.”

“No, I don’t want to be a weapon. Although you really should carry one of these.”

“I would never; the best warriors don’t need weapons. They use what is around them. It’s a great honor to have your chief take your weapon. Only the very best carry nothing.”

“Well,” she handed him the dagger, “don’t cut deep.”

Cobaaron pressed the blade tip to her palm. The sharp metal indented her skin. “Do it, before I get anxious about the pain.” He slashed the blade across her hand and the gash burned; Ky inhaled sharply from the anguish.

Hot blood trickled out. Cobaaron stretched open her fingers, letting droplets pool together in her palm. He cut his palm. Her skin steamed and bubbled with boils and she screamed. He tightly clutched his bloody hand in hers.

Searing blood seeped into his hand, making it glow brilliant red; his palm ignited. Cobaaron gritted his teeth and squeezed her hand. The fire flickered out, his hand lost its bright glow, and slowly the agony subsided. In its place, intense yearning overwhelmed her. She was desperate for him. He lured her nearer with a gentle tug on her hand. The simple gesture made her heart race.

He somehow stole her breath as he leaned toward her, lowering his head. He lightly swept his mouth across her lips before kissing her with delicate but wild pleasure. She didn’t know how he could leisurely take her, when she was beside herself with need. He closed his mouth over her bottom lip for tender sucking. She hinted, wanting him to take the passion further by drawing her tongue along his lips. He welcomed a deeper kiss. A sugary taste of his fruit lingered on his tongue; she inhaled between open lips as he licked her tongue with delicious caresses. He captured her, body and soul, from the devotion and emotion expressed in his touch. Ky’s body relaxed against his, and she gave into her struggle of wanting more. Her knees weakened, but he held her tightly. He seized her mouth, savoring and stroking her tongue as she whimpered with irresistible desire. He tilted his head so their lips meshed perfectly and then groaned deep in her mouth. The sweet sample was suddenly not enough. Ky felt the rush of compulsion, desperation, and need fill her. Their kiss was too erotic, and the union’s pull was too strong to fight. Then like a wave of lust, the union crashed sexual yearning over her with such power she couldn’t think. It seemed out of place, because she felt stronger for him than pure lust. Yet she couldn’t subdue it. She was hot and craved his sex; the very idea of fondling his shaft made her wet.

Immediately Cobaaron’s necessity matched hers with equal haste and hunger. With passion, he lifted her, not letting them part from their kiss. She wrapped her legs around him, and held onto the nape of his neck, despairing even an inch of distance. He carried her to a table, recklessly knocking chairs to the floor with uncontainable lust before he broke the kiss. “I don’t have control.” He sounded as befuddled between his urge for sex and disappointment he couldn’t keep his greed under control and full attention on her.

He sat her on the edge of the table. While keeping eye contact, he gathered her dress, but she could see he was fighting the union and his hurried actions; he wanted to slowly remove her clothes, ease any vulnerability with doting affection, and make love to her, but knew he couldn’t slow down to do so.

“Please,” she begged. He was too far away. She could endure anything but his distance.

He shook with unease, and for a moment he managed to still his hands on her inner thighs; he fought to move at his own pace. “Please.” She didn’t have his discipline. She hungered for him, and licked her lips after pleading, “Please don’t stop.”

His eyes darted to her tongue, watching it as if her act was the most seductive thing he’d ever seen. “I feel more than this,” he began, but leaned toward her as if he was pulled, and smelled her skin. Ky knew he was responsive to her scent, and enjoyed the intoxicating effect she had on him. “I’ve heard men talk nothing but vigorous sex and women keen on technique that is only wild in nature. I want to make love, not have emotionless, rough sex. But I’ll admit I want to guide your body, persuading you with mine. I want to do as I wish to you, see you writhe with pleasure I’m causing, see how my touch affects you, but I still want love. Vigor is for play when we’re comfortable, and we know our limits. For now I want what the union won’t let me have; I want this to be done in love not lust, or not at all,” he explained while he resisted in vain to keep his hands off her. With amazing restraint, he slowly lifted one of her legs, and ran his hand along her thigh, down to her calf, and then foot. She could see in his eyes he liked moving her, touching her, and caressing her skin.

He rubbed her foot, placed her heel on his chest, and focused his attentive fingers on her toes. He massaged with light pressure in small circles, and then slipped his thumbs to the bottom of her foot, and worked his way to her heel. She reeled in pleasure, amazed that touching her feet could have such arousing effects. He continued to rub as he said, “Hearing so much has taught me the map of a woman. This is a pleasure point. You have at least eight that I know of.” He watched her squirm and whimper as he gradually increased the pressure. He kneaded with tantalizing and unhurried strokes. His touch caused hot desire to mount along with her anticipation for him to fill her with his sex. “I want to touch all eight, and show you that you can trust me to hold sway over you.”

She relaxed, letting him take control. He held her ankle, used his palm and rubbed it up her inner leg. He squeezed and nibbled her calf, and then dipped below her knee as he raised her leg. With feather light lips, he kissed and licked the smooth skin behind her knee. Because she loved it, he lingered. “This is another pleasure point,” he spoke against her skin. She tried saying his name, and tell him how much she loved it, but his lips skimmed up toward her inner thighs, and she was breathless. He held her ankle tighter when she trembled.

He gradually made his way up her leg, and squeezed her inner thigh while he gently bit the other. With his nose, he rounded up the crease of her leg. He stood upright, pressed the heel of his palm against the line he drew with his nose, and leaned in with his weight onto the third pleasure point. She could feel warmth growing inside her. “This feels so good.”

He leaned in for another kiss. She met him with a tongue as wet as the rest of her. He was inciting her to unequivocally decide she needed him for a lifetime of pleasure and satisfaction with his persuasive touch.

His kiss was brief, but he kept his lips on her as he traced her skin, following her crimson swirls, to her nipples. He made a point to linger on her neck as he breathed in her scent and gave her soft love bites. “That was five pleasure points,” he whispered, and his breath was felt through the fabric of her dress. He sucked in cool air around her erect nipple, toying with her as he paused. “I’m trying to decide if I should undress you or please you through the fabric.”

She expelled air, finding his words erotic. She tangled her fingers in his hair, while blown away by how his attention intensified her feelings and made her swell with devotion. She was captured by him, with help of the union, and she willingly let her attachment grow to unfathomable heights.

Cobaaron pressed his tongue against her dress, wetting the fibers until she felt the moisture. He licked her in slow circles before once again making her dither as cool air aroused her when he breathed in. He let the cloth deliciously chafe her as he flicked her nipple, and each time he lapped she shook with unexpected thrill.

Ky didn’t know how much more she could take but then he reached behind her while he continued to lick her. He pressed her sacrum, letting her weight provide the pressure. With his other hand he massaged her belly, two inches below her navel and worked her pleasure point, stroking down. With two erotic zones heating her core, every doting caress was bliss. She was throbbing, knowing he would soon explore the inside of her, now that he’d marveled and worshiped her curves.

He removed his hand from her back. “That was six and seven.” He slid his hand down to her wrist, and brought it up to his mouth. He began nibbling, kissing, and sucking her wrist. She could no longer think of anything but her longing for him. She melted into his kiss. Warm lips on her wrist was sweet torture. She whispered her craving, “I want you to make love to me.”

He stiffened at her words, looking glazed and overtaken. He slid his nose along her skin, breathing deep. Her aroma was all the union needed to persuade him, he cupped her hips, and abruptly tugged her forward on the table. She bit her lip, excited by his masculine dominance in the sudden jerk. His gruff touch was that of a warrior and she yearn to be reminded of his authority. His impressive power and beautifully sculpted body made Cobaaron incredibly sexy and desirable.

“Calm down,” he growled at himself, which seemed to evade the compulsion of the union long enough that he knelt, having her place her legs over his shoulders. Ky gasped when his fingers found her opening, and his tongue explored between the folds of her sex. Ky tremble, pulling him closer by pressing her feet against his back. His moist tongue crisscrossed and circled her clitoris.

Air filled her lungs, it was the only thing cooling her overheated body; each refreshing breath kept her from boiling over each time his tongue flicked, tasted, and caressed her. Something about his wet tongue undid her; she was lost in his touch.

She wanted nothing more than him losing himself
with
her while they made love. This man, this strong, passionate lover between her thighs, was her everything, and strangely the intensity that she needed him didn’t frighten her. She gladly gave herself to him completely; she belonged to him and would willingly submit to any loving command he asked her.

His finger quickened, but his tongue released her. He released her legs, stood, and removed his scale skirt with one hand while he continued to please her. “Tell me you want me more than anything, Ky. Tell me you’ve never felt so convinced of anyone.”

“I’m certain I’ll never get enough of you, not if I had a thousand lifetimes to share.”

He exhaled, and for a moment he savored her confession while his thumb brushed along her partially open lips. He smiled, and then slowly he exposed his hard shaft that was proportionate to his tall, wide body. His impressive physique in the buff was perfect, the sight of him was as thrilling as his touch. Wanting nothing more than to please him, Ky wrapped her fingers around his erection and gently slid her hand up toward the sensitive head. With a soft squeeze, she tenderly glided across the ridge to the tip. She watched him hoping she pleased him, but there was no mistaking his elation. Cobaaron breathed heavily as he circled his finger inside of her, letting her know the pace he desired.

“Look at me,” he murmured while lifting her chin. “I need your eyes on me, or I feel like I’m unraveling.” They gazed at each other with intensity while he searched for something within her eyes, maybe he was determined to see the emotional connection as if it were tangible. But then he spoke nervously. “You’re the most beautiful, erotic creature...
I
have to have you
, Ky. I can’t fight it anymore. Touching you isn’t enough.” He slid his finger out, and then leaned into her, easing her back against the table. He skated his hands down the length of her arms, locked his fingers to hers. “Watch me as I watch you.”

He pressed his erection against her, and began to rub her slick folds. Ky wrapped her legs tightly around his waist without meaning to. She was determined to have him with greater need now that the union was somehow aware they were close to fulfilling the bond; she wasn’t letting him get away from her.

Without warning the doors to the study hall opened. They froze, as two councilmen and a Star stepped into the room. The two warriors that let them in immediately spied Cobaaron and Ky. The five stood stunned at the sight of her dress hiked up and Cobaaron naked between her thighs. Then a councilmen quickly ushered the men from the room, pushing them out. “They’re completing the bond. Flee! Hurry!”