The Barbarian Prince (24 page)

"Here."

He heard her voice call overhead. Taking the stairs two at a time, he began, "I got a message that there was an emergency."

"There is an emergency."

"Are you ill?"

Ualan’s feet slowed to a stop as he reached the top of the stairs. His heartbeat ended completely. Lounging on his bed, her silken body indecently clad in the strap negligee he had bought her, was his wife. His mouth went dry and his brain went momentarily dumb.

The white lace straps ran haphazardly over her chest, crossing over to barely cling to her budded nipples. The silk underneath kept the lace in place, though not at the expense of covering the valleys of her delightfully naked skin. Darting low, one lacy slash made its way between her legs, legs that were parted slightly in natural invitation.

"Rigan?" inquired Ualan, his head tilting automatically to see up the length of her leg beneath the silk.

Crawling up like a cat, Morrigan uttered, "Yes, I am sick and I am tired, Ualan. And so are you."

Ualan gasped. The mirrored headboard gave him a lush view of her backside. By all that was sacred, his wife was exquisite. His eyes roamed the back of her thighs, only to find their way over her back to stare at her lovely breasts turned gold by the firelight.

Morrigan slowly crawled to the end of the large bed, letting him look at her, liking the way his breath deepened and his stomach tightened. Her dark hair spilled over her shoulders, coming forward to brush the sides of her breasts, framing her dark eyes. Leaning back on her heels as she hit the edge, she spread her thighs and wiggled her finger at him beckoning him closer.

Ualan swallowed to see the naughty expression on her face, revealing her plans for him. His body could not take getting interrupted again. It had taken all his might to leave her passed out on the bed. Not that he could have done anything with her lying unconscious.

"Rigan, no," he uttered to both their surprise. Was he insane? Everything his tight body desired was right before him, wrapped up like a deliciously wicked present. Ualan gulped, his eyes trailing of their own accord to where her breasts lifted with gentle breath. Blood rushed from his head, down his body to fill his loins with liquid fire. Shaking his head to stop the daze her pale skin was having on his body, he added hoarsely, "It’s not working with us. Maybe we should stop trying to force it."

Morrigan wasn’t so easily dissuaded. She saw the passion in his eyes. Licking her lips in appreciation of his carnal pleasure, she shook her head. "No, it hasn’t been working. But that’s going to stop right now." When he would protest, she scowled at him and demanded in a loud voice, "I invoke the right of inn makti murr."

Ualan was shocked. She was demanding her marital rights from him?

"Only men," he began, putting his hands on hips. Though a soft smile began to form on his lips at dominating stance.

"No. Did I ever tell you that I was a reporter, Ualan? And like a good reporter, I did a little research," she said, flicking a strap off her shoulder while she spoke. It slid leisurely over her skin to rest on the top of her breast. If she were to move, it would fall completely away. She held still.

Ualan couldn’t breathe. He already knew what she did, but this was the first time she had ever admitted it to him. Did this mean she was changing her mind? Thinking of ‘Gus’, he doubted it. Still, he watched her every move, too far gone with lust to do anything else.

"You don’t have to be male to invoke the right," she purred knowingly. "A wife has every right to her husband’s bed and if he refuses to fulfill those rights, she can demand them. If he still refuses without good excuse, he will be thrown into the dungeons for thirty days to rethink his decision."

Ualan’s gaze steamed over. He knew the law--knew it very well. Swallowing, he could barely listen to her words.

"From where I’m at, you don’t have a good excuse," Morrigan said, with a meaningful look at his arousal.

Ualan’s body tensed.

"What say you dragon Prince? Am I to call the royal guards?" Morrigan lifted up, sliding her feet onto the floor to stand before him. To his shameless disappointment, she pushed up the strap to her shoulder, but she did give him the sexiest pout of her lush lips he had ever seen.

In the back of his mind, Ualan thought that maybe she was trying to seduce him for her own purposes. But, seeing her creamy skin reflecting golden in torch light, he ignored the feeling. There would be time for listening to annoying little voices later.

"Do you wish to be imprisoned?" she whispered.

Ualan shook his head, his eyes hungry as he devoured her.

"Then undress."

Morrigan’s gaze was unabashedly staring as he obeyed. With a graceful sweep, the tunic came off his shoulders. Kicking his boots, he brushed them aside before slipping completely out of his pants. Boldly, he stared at her, his eyes glinting with his inner fire. He knew no embarrassment, standing proudly before her.

Morrigan was at a loss for words. He was so handsome. His darker skin lit with fire, the flames dancing wickedly over the contours of his muscles. He didn’t even have to touch her to make her body lurch. Sparks, fire, flames of lust, or whatever that was shooting through her heart and limbs, it was potent with its heady force and it was all for him. The hole inside her chest began to mend. She knew this was the piece she was missing.

"Do I meet my lady’s approval?" he growled huskily, coming forward with an urgent need to touch her. His muscular chest heaved with animalistic breaths. His head lowered, as if he were ready to pounce.

Her lips parted at the boldness of his form, the freedom of inhibition in which he walked. She tried to nod to answer him, but she could barely move.

Ualan saw her matching hunger and took his opportunity to regain control. "Now you, wife, let me see what you claim I have been neglecting."

Morrigan shivered. When she didn’t move fast enough, a smile formed wickedly on his tantalizing lips.

Ualan’s hand darted forward, pressing instantly to her heated center. He stood away from her, pleased to find her hot and ready for him. His fingers were hard against her flesh, dipping into her through the silk barrier. "Now who resists?"

"Ah," Morrigan titled her head back and moaned. Delicately, he stroked her mound, finding her wet, making her more so. Her breath caught in ragged, openmouthed gulps. Her hips searched for something more.

Keeping his distance, save for the undulating fingers, Ualan leaned to breathe fervently on her neck, leaving trails of passion to run rampant on her fevered skin.

"So hot," he whispered in dominating pleasure, "so moist."

"Ah-hhh," she gasped, thrusting more insistently in her mindless torment. She instinctively tried to get his fingers to dip inside, past the lips of her opening.

"So ready for me."

"Yes." Morrigan’s thigh lifted to restlessly rub Ualan’s outer leg. His arousal hit near her stomach, touching intimately, branding, scalding.

Feet planted firmly on the floor, Ualan swiftly lifted Morrigan by her buttocks. Forcing her legs to spread wide, he wrapped them around his waist. He held her easily with his strength, shifting her weight so he could claim her. Morrigan held on to his shoulders for support. Her breasts bobbed before his face causing him to growl and nip at the air.

He held her to him, leaning her back slightly in his passion. Morrigan clung on to him, trusting him completely with her body. She arched to receive him, naturally seeking what only he could give. Without delay, Ualan guided himself to her, stoking his tip on her wet opening to part her delicate lips. Morrigan moaned loudly, feeling the hard heat of him hovering at her brink. Inside, she quivered and tensed. He felt much bigger than expected. Outside, she offered her hips to his seeking fire.

"Oh, ye … ah," she swore she heard him pant shakily under his breath as he aimed.

Like a man possessed, the warrior deeply thrust himself into the slick offering of the temptress before him. It was sweeter than anything he could have ever imagined. The heat of her stunned him, halting the groan from his opened mouth. Her gripping muscles were almost painful in their hold.

Morrigan cried out in pain before freezing. Her eyes teared slightly. Sucking in a breath of air, she was amazed at how deeply he conquered. It burned like a flash of searing heat. This was nothing like what she had expected. She took a deep breath and then another. She had waited for so long, been teased to such an unimaginable point that the pain of it was only a minor nuisance. Ualan looked in surprise when she tensed, feeling her stretching muscles around his shaft.

Weakly, he breathed, "I thought you said you were not pure. Have you been with a man?"

Morrigan thought of the emotionless, almost medical puncture of the human-like droid. She had chosen a beginner’s model to make it easy, one with a little endowment and a quick one-time poke. The machine was nothing like the man before her now. Slowly, she shook her head in denial. Ualan smiled, leaning down to nuzzle her neck.

"Ahh," was his only answer, as if that one revelation answered many of his questions. He began to walk her towards the bed. The motion caused him to thrust inside her in shallow strokes. Morrigan whimpered softly at the stinging pleasure. Laying her tenderly on the bed, he left her thighs off the edge of the soft mattress, wrapped about his waist.

Standing, he took her thighs in hand. Morrigan watched the hard lines of his body move. His flesh rippled with muscles, with control. Ualan kept his feet firmly planted, as his hips tested her, pulling out so he wasn’t so deep. He had yet to give her his full length.

"Does this hurt you?" he asked, his words a low whisper. He kept himself from delving too deeply. The mirror on the headboard gave him the most erotic view as he watched them unite.

Morrigan shook her head. "No."

Slowly, he began to move. Taking it easy, he glided, fitting himself deeper with each thrust. It was warm, moist heaven. Morrigan didn’t protest as the passion built inside her skin.

"How about this?" Ualan gulped. Oh, but it was hard to hold back. He wanted nothing more than to give her his full length. "Am I pushing too deep?"

"There is more of you?" Morrigan panted, understanding his comment. She looked down in amazement. Ualan grinned, still careful not to embed too deeply.

"Yes," he grunted, thrusting in shallow strokes within her heat.

"More," she demanded, as she relaxed to him. Oh, how she wanted this to work more than anything. His fullness conquered her. "I want more. I want it all."

His eyes were closed to her, but Morrigan kept her gaze fixed firmly on him. Watching his body was almost as pleasurable as feeling it. The hands on her thighs began to move, urging her legs up onto his shoulders. Her polished toes curled next to his head. Ualan growled, going even deeper as he leaned forward.

"Ahh!" Morrigan screamed, pleasure ripping through her as he gave her everything of himself.

Ualan grunted at her cry of pleasure. Her muscles spasmed, accepting him. Suddenly, he couldn’t hold back. Hearing her continued cries of pleasure, he quickened his pace. His thrusts became more powerful and urgent in his hunt for release. His hips pumped faster, testing her reaction, harder, yet mindful of her newly altered state.

Morrigan tensed, grabbing onto the silk beneath her back. She couldn’t move, couldn’t fight. She could only let her giant warrior ride as he took complete control. Her legs trembled, her body quivered and shook. A whimper of budding pleasure escaped her lips. Ualan didn’t stop. His finger found the sensitive nub guarding her entrance, circling it with fast strokes as he pushed her onward, hammering his violent need into her slick core, forcing her to face her pleasure, pushing her over its trembling edge.

Morrigan’s body racked, exploding with the force of her climax. Her back arched. Soon, Ualan’s conquering yell joined hers. Ualan’s body jerked violently as he spilled his seed into her. He stood frozen like a statue, releasing himself completely. Morrigan panted, too weak to move, sure she was near death. Growling masculine approval, Ualan dropped her legs and dragged his heavy limbs on the bed, forcing her up with him as he stayed embedded intimately inside her.

Ualan stared deeply in her eyes when he pulled himself free. She winced a little, but gave him a shy smile. For a long moment, he stayed poised atop her, stroking her tousled hair with the backs of his fingers. His eyes dipped over her negligee. Leaning over, he kissed her nipple lightly, before finding her lips to do the same. Then, rolling off, he pulled her into his arms.

"Did I hurt you?" Ualan asked.

"Not too bad. It just stings a little."

"It will get better."

Morrigan stroked his face. Trailing a line over his forehead, she whispered, "Does it hurt when you change?"

Ualan looked down in surprise. He had thought she didn’t remember.

"Ualan," she began at his look. "I am a reporter. I have been all over the galaxy. I’ve even seen giant slugs get married. I’ve seen birds that could speak seven languages. I’ve seen--"

His lips cut her off. Pulling back, he uttered, "I get the point."

"Anyway, I don’t know why you would think I would be shocked by a little thing like shifting." Dipping her eyes shyly, she admitted, "In fact, it was kind of neat."

Ualan saw the light in her eyes when she spoke of her adventures. Never could he realize that the light in her was put there by him. It tore at him, believing she longed for something he could not give her. His life was here as was his destiny. The House of Draig needed him. He was the future King. He could never leave. Aside from a very few ambassador-like duties, he would live and die on Qurilixen. Until now, he had been content with that future.

"You love it, don’t you?" he asked quietly.

"What?" She nuzzled his jaw, her whole being singing with contentment. His warm flesh felt so right against her skin. Her hands began to roam aimlessly, unable to get enough of him. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on his muscular frame. She lightly trailed each and every indent of his chest, skating across it with her fingers. Ualan’s stomach tensed as she went over his ribs. Morrigan smiled, absently clarifying, "You mean reporting?"