Master of Dragons (20 page)

Kel found Nineva
where he'd known he would: standing beside the great bed, just beyond the pattern of runes she'd painted on the floor. He could feel the magic hanging in the air, waiting for them to provide the fuel that would ignite it.

Which, he suspected, would require very little effort on his part. Just looking at her was enough to make his libido burst into flame.

In contrast to the sexy crimson negligee she'd worn the last time, she was dressed in a white lace gown that spilled over her sleek curves all the way to her bare feet. A circlet of red roses rode her blond curls, worn loose around her slender shoulders. The Mark of Semira glowed gold on her breast, burning brighter than he'd ever seen it, a silent testimony to the power in the room.

“You look like a bride on her wedding night,” Kel said. His voice sounded hoarse to his own ears. His heart had drawn into an hard, aching knot.

She moved toward him. The lacy train of her skirt dragged on the floor, reminding him again of a wedding gown. At least until she got close enough for him to see the shadows of pink nipples peeking through the lace. “I want this time to be about more than the spell.” Small, cool hands came to rest on his chest as she lifted her gaze to his. “I want it to be for us, too.”

Kel knew what she was thinking. If they died in battle tonight, this might be the last time they ever touched. He brushed the rise of her fragile cheek with a thumb and gave her his best slow, seductive smile. He'd used it a thousand times on countless women, but it had never set up painful echoes in his own chest before. “I'll do my best.”

Nineva smiled back, but hers was genuine and warm. “Oh, I know. You've never failed me yet.”

He kissed her. It was openmouthed, fierce, just the way she needed it. He broke it only long enough to scoop her into his arms and carry her to the bed. Magic bubbled on her skin as they crossed the boundaries of the spell, then danced down her back as he lay her on the mattress. When she looked away from his handsome face, she saw the interlocking globes of glowing runes orbiting the bed. The Goddess Mark throbbed in answer, hotter than she'd ever felt it. Which was no surprise: Semira herself had guided her in working the spell this time, and the power of it seethed like a building storm.

Then Kel came down over her, covering her with that big, hard body of his, and she forgot about everything else. For once, he'd abandoned his usual casual clothing in favor of a flowing white shirt open to the waist of tight black trousers that were, in turn, tucked into boots.

She smiled into his eyes, trailing her fingers down the muscle revealed by the open V of the shirt. “You look like you just escaped from the cover of a romance novel.”

He grinned, but the humor didn't reach his somber eyes. “Hey, I figure if it's good enough for Fabio, it's good enough for me.”

Nineva wrinkled her nose at him. “You do realize I was about ten years old the last time Fabio was on the cover of a romance?”

“That's right, make me feel old.”

“You
are
old. You're also immortal, so it doesn't count.”

His forced smile faded. “Are we trying too hard?”

“I was just thinking that.”

“That's the problem.” He brushed his knuckles across the rise of her cheek. “We're both thinking too much. We're going to ruin it.” She knew he wasn't talking about the spell.

The kiss he gave her this time wasn't the practiced seducer's version, but one that spoke of need and heart. She looped her arms around his neck and gave herself up to his mouth, savoring the slow stroke of his tongue.

By the time he drew back, they were both breathing hard. For a moment, neither spoke as they stared into each other's eyes. The hard, guarded look was gone from his, replaced by tenderness. He looked down her body, his gaze lingering on her lacy bodice. “You know, the more I look at this nightgown, the more I like it.”

She gave him a deliberately saucy smile. “I thought you would.”

Rolling onto his side and bracing on one elbow, he trailed his fingers over the lace in a featherlight touch. Her nipples beaded under the thin fabric. His eyes flicked up to her face, and one corner of his mouth curled up in a wicked half-smile. He lowered his head. She watched as he extended his tongue and gave the tight point a slow lick through the lace. A little sizzle of pleasure darted through her at the delicate touch.

Next came a nibble, followed by a gentle rake of the teeth that managed to drag the lace across the point, teasing it even harder. Nineva hummed in pleasure.

“Soooo,” she purred, a sudden memory making her grin. “What's this I hear about forked tongues?”

His eyes flashed up at her. “Don't start.”

“Oh, come on…”

He closed his lips around her nipple and gave her a hot, strong suckle, swirling his tongue over her through the lace. She instantly lost interest in teasing.

Kel's free hand grew busy with the full skirt of her gown, gathering the fabric up until he could find his way beneath. When his warm palm found the smooth skin of her thigh, she sighed in pleasure, arching against him in anticipation.

He was still suckling her through the lace, making the fabric wet from his mouth. Yet the lack of full contact with that skillful tongue was maddening, and she squirmed.

Hungry to touch him, she reached for the deep V of his shirt again, sliding a hand beneath the soft, skin-warm fabric. She teased his nipple and had the pleasure of his groan.

As if in retaliation, he cupped her sex through the lace of her panties. Nineva rolled her hips in a shameless plea for more, and he traced a finger along the seam of her satin-covered lips. She could feel hot cream flood her.

Still stroking that finger back and forth, he gave her nipple another slow swirling suckle, then switched his attention to the other one. Hunger rising, she lifted one hand, on the verge of banishing their clothes.

“No,” he breathed, his gaze colliding with her in hot command. “I want to undress you.”

She licked her suddenly dry lips, caught by his predatory stare. “Okay.” Her voice sounded embarrassingly weak.

Kel sat up and flipped her full skirt up over her hips, baring her slender legs and the tiny lace panties that just barely covered her sex. Approval lit his ruby gaze, and he wrapped a big hand in the thin lace at her waist. One ruthless tug ripped the panties in two. He tilted his head as he tossed the scraps aside, his gaze locked on her most delicate flesh.

In contrast to his cavalier disposal of her panties, the fingers that touched her blond curls were oddly reverent. “You're so pretty here.” He inhaled, his lids lowering over those vivid eyes. “And you smell so sweet.”

Nineva watched, almost quivering with the intensity of her need, as he settled between her legs. Big hands cupped her knees, spreading them wide as he lowered his head. She braced up on her elbows to watch as he kissed her on her pale curls.

Then he gave her one lingering lick, right over the seam. Not pushing inside. Just teasing.

Nineva threw her head back and groaned. “Kel, you're driving me crazy!”

“Good.” Another lick, just a fraction deeper. Tasting, but stopping well short of touching her aching center. His hands moved up her sides to cup her breasts through the gown.

Kel licked her again, deeper, longer, as his thumbs played over the lace-covered tips of her breasts. She squirmed helplessly.

From the corner of one eye, she saw something flare bright. Automatically, she glanced over. It was the spell globe, glowing hotter, revolving faster, as if their mutual need fed it.

For a moment the thought of the spell—and the battle to follow—almost jolted her out of the mood. But then Kel's clever tongue thrust deep, raking right over her clit, and the wave of pleasure made her throw back her head and cry out.

He ate at her slowly, with swirls and thrusts of that wicked tongue and slow, tugging nibbles of her lips. At the same time, he caught the soft lace of her bodice in his fingers and raked it back and forth over her nipples, teasing them deliciously.

Nineva fisted both hands in his hair and held on for dear life as he taunted her. Teeth. Tongue. Fingers. All working to spill molten pleasure along her every nerve ending until she writhed like a cat.

Around them, the spell was glowing with a hot red light.

 

 

She tasted like
a midnight sea, of magic and wild, elemental femininity. The slow, unconscious roll of her hips against his mouth was driving him insane. His cock was as hard as a sword blade, aching where it pressed into the mattress. Kel wasn't sure how much longer he could hold out against the driving need to take her, but he was determined to bring her to orgasm with his mouth first.

When she finally stiffened against him with a scream of helpless pleasure, it was all he could do not to moan in relief.

The next moment, her beautiful gown fell prey to his impatient hands as he ripped it in two like a child attacking a Christmas gift. He sat up, his cock jerking as it throbbed in time to his heart. He wanted to fall on her like a barbarian, but somehow he held onto his self-control.

He had to brand the memory of her moment of perfect pleasure on his very soul. He knew he'd need it later.

She looked down her slender body at him, her opalescent eyes dazed with pleasure, her lips swollen, her blond hair tumbled in disarray around her face. Her breasts rose and fell in hard, panting breaths, topped by sweet pink nipples as full and swollen as cherries. Those beautiful legs of hers were spread wide, and the golden curls between them were wet from his mouth and her own desire.

With a growl, he caught her hips, angled them upward, and aimed his aching cock for her tight opening.

The first thrust was blinding. Her sweet flesh clamped around his cock, lusciously wet and tighter than a fist. Kel shuddered at the delicious perfection and wondered how the hell he'd ever last.

He'd just have to find a way. He wasn't giving this up an instant before he had to.

Teeth clenched, he lowered himself over Nineva, braced his fists beside her shoulders and began to slowly thrust. She groaned and wrapped both endless legs around his waist.

Each slide of his cock into her slick flesh was a taste of paradise—and an exercise in delightful torture as he tried not to come. Clawing for control, he looked down into her lovely face. Which was a serious miscalculation, because there was nothing as arousing as the sight of Nineva lost in pleasure, opalescent eyes sparking with magic. Her soft lips shaped sensual moans in time to every entry.

“Nineva,” he groaned. “Cachamwri's Egg, Nineva…”

“You feel so good,” she gasped back, digging her fingers into his shoulders. Her nails pricked his skin like little spurs, and he ground his teeth. “More. Goddess, more. Faster…” Tiny inner muscles tightened around him, rippling.

And he lost control.

He began to lunge, giving her what she begged for, harder, faster, shuttling his cock in and out. Nineva writhed under him, her eyes dazed with the rise of her orgasm. “Kel!”

 

Kel felt huge,
his cock thick and impossibly arousing, impossibly delicious.

Nineva was distantly aware of the Goddess Mark throbbing on her breast in time to her heart. The spell was revolving around them so fast now, it was impossible to make out the individual runes. There was nothing but a blur of red and the foaming dance of magic across her skin.

Kel's muscular shoulders felt sweat-slick under her hands, and his taut backside worked within the clasp of her legs as she gripped him. Each thrust sent another burning spike of delight up her spine.

Until he rammed to his full length and stiffened there with a shout. The sensation of being filled so full was enough to tip her over the edge. She cried out as the sweet pulses started.

Deep inside her magic flooded her with his come. The spell globe imploded in utter silence. They both screamed as the runes sank into their skin like hot snowflakes.

Yes!
Semira's voice rang in Nineva's mind, but it wasn't weak anymore. The presence that had been a distant thing suddenly filled her consciousness with ancient power and alien magic.

Nineva caught her breath in awe.
Are you free?

Not yet. Not quite.
The goddess's mental voice seemed to ring in her very bones.
The spell needs one last thing.

And Nineva, knowing exactly what, felt her blood run cold.

 

“Kel?” His lover's
voice sounded strangled.

He lifted his head from her chest in alarm. “What? What's wrong?”

Her face was pale as milk, and her eyes were huge. “Semira said you're going to have to do it if we're going to complete the spell. Now.”

His stomach clenched in sudden alarm. “Do what?”

Her lips trembled. “Fulfill the prophecy.”

He stared. “You mean fry you.”

“Yes.”

“What part of ‘Hell, no' eludes her? I thought I'd made my stance on that topic pretty damned clear.” Kel rolled off her, unable to lie still with his temper boiling.

Damned goddess. Hadn't they jumped through enough hoops for her?

Nineva sat back on her heels, lush and naked despite the anguish in her beautiful eyes. “But Semira says it's necessary to complete the spell. And we've got to free her, Kel. You know that. It's the only way any of us have a prayer.”

“And how do we know it will actually accomplish a damn thing? She said if we had sex, it would strengthen her enough that she'd be able to lead us to her. We've fucked like bunnies, and she still doesn't have a clue.”

“Don't use that tone when you talk about Semira,” Nineva snapped. “She is my goddess, just as Cachamwri is your god.”

“And I'm sick of getting jerked around by gods. They know what's going on, but they won't lift a finger to stop any of it. Instead they expect us to do all the bleeding. Screw that.”