Vulcan's Woman (10 page)

Birmon ran across the hut, flapping his wings, then hopped
over the hides and belly-slammed the ground with a thud.

Vulcan chuckled at the graceless creature. Hopefully he’d
gain coordination within a day or two and quit falling on his face. Shaking his
head, he gazed at Wisteria. She had unwound from the fur and was curled on her
side, hands gathered in a prayer position beneath her cheek.

It only took a quick glance at the indentation of her spine,
the curve of her waist and arch of her hip to heat his testicles. Then the
sight of her bare bottom shot his cock into a full erection.

He’d taken her numerous times during the night but damn, he
couldn’t quench his thirst for her. He wasn’t a man who let desire dictate his
actions but hell, it led him directly to her backside where he lay down behind
her.

He wrapped an arm around her waist and tugged, pulling her
close enough to snuggle his cock against her ass.

She stirred. “Vulcan,” she said softly, followed by a faint,
“
Mmm
.”

“Who else, Wisteria?” he responded, nipping her ear.

She sighed while placing her hand on his hip, drawing him
yet closer, and wiggled her bottom.

That ass of hers manipulated his thoughts and garnered
serious attention, fast. He internally groaned as a fire ignited deep in his
balls. If he didn’t somehow temper the prickling heat he’d rip off his
loincloth and bury his damn demanding penis deep inside her pussy. Hell, he
wanted to fuck her until she cried his name but he refrained. She needed sleep.
He could wait. She wasn’t going anywhere. He’d just hold her until she woke,
then he’d… Damn. He clenched his teeth as she again stroked his cock with those
plump ass cheeks. Hell, his shaft was a weak thing. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt if
Wisteria waited to sleep until later after all.

What was wrong with him? It wasn’t as if he’d denied himself
a woman’s attention. None of the three government-contracted women partaking in
this mission excited his blood like Wisteria. Two of those women, Jade and
Pearl, took care of the day-to-day chores. Ruby on the other hand, having previously
owned a brothel, was sent to release pent-up testosterone. Sure, he’d utilized
her role. He would’ve been foolish not to. He hadn’t achieved marathon status
with her but neither had she drawn his affections, which explained a lot. He’d
been infatuated with Wisteria since the first time he’d seen her bathing in the
lake. Nude. Rubbing her hands over her breasts. Intimately washing herself. Then
came the day he’d actually seen her fondle herself between her thighs.

Damn.

His cock swelled. He inwardly groaned as his insides
billowed in heat. How could he recall such memories without reacting? At the
time he had no choice but to sit quietly and watch but she was now at his
disposal and his body seemed locked in a permanent state of arousal. Hell, the
supply hut better have an ample amount of condoms.

He couldn’t take any more flashbacks or caresses from her
soft, silky ass. His testicles clenched and his cock throbbed, the ache
reaching his guts. “Wisteria,” he whispered directly above her ear, his breath
fluttering her hair. “I want to make love to you again. Right,” he rested his
lips against her lobe, “now.”

Her dainty fingers squeezed his hip then she rolled onto her
back. “What’s taking you so long?”

So
long
?
Unfortunately that wasn’t an adequate
description of the performance he was about to give. His need was too great.
With the pain so extensive, it felt as if his testicles were going to explode.
Before he laid a single hand on her body he retrieved a condom from the box
he’d placed on the floor beside them during the night. He’d grown tired of
jumping up and down, so he’d used his brains and finally brought the box to
their bed.

He reached between her thighs and found the cloth still in
place. He tossed it aside, replacing it with his hand. Her drowsy eyes gazed
into his as he inserted a finger into her vagina. In actuality he gently inched
it inside because she was still swollen. Her warm, cushiony walls molded around
his finger and when he rubbed her clit with the pad of his thumb her vaginal
walls clamped down and her hips jutted. Ah, to feel the confinement around his
cock would be, in the least, heaven and all its glory.

A soft moan spilled from her lips and her neck slightly
arched. While watching her lids narrow and lips part, he no longer wanted to
mount her for a quick fuck. Her response intensified his need yet witnessing
her arousal unfold gave him more pleasure than actually experiencing pleasure
himself. What an evocative rush.

Despite her juices saturating his finger and aiding in the
insertion, her vagina remained cottony soft and tight. “Am I hurting you?” he
asked, slipping his finger gently in as far as he could.

“No,” she whimpered, drawing a quick breath. Her legs opened
wider and she rocked her hips when he withdrew and reinserted his finger.

At the onset of the third stroke she quivered and her vagina
constricted, gripping his finger tighter. She grabbed his hand and held it in
place while she increased the pace of her hips. She rocked and swayed and
jarred her bottom until it completely lifted off the ground. As his finger
slipped deeper her insides contracted.

Her unbridled actions, constant moans and raspy breaths
weakened his resistance. He couldn’t take any more. In the midst of her climax
he tore off his loincloth, donned a condom and rolled in between her thighs. He
draped her legs over his shoulders one at a time. After a nibble to the inside
of her knee he leaned forward, which raised her ass off the floor. He needed a
position for deep penetration because mercy on his soul, he wanted to plunge
into her belly.

The instant his cock head breached her opening she shoved
her hips upward, forcing him inside her vagina in one stroke. She shuddered and
her belly jerked. His heartbeat pounded in his chest and ticked in his jugular.
For the first time in his life he felt threatened by premature ejaculation. But
he couldn’t help it. Because God as his witness, with Wisteria’s swollen
insides groping and squeezing, his cock felt like a spring ready to unwind.

He silenced her soft cries with his lips, which brought her
knees to her breasts, and he pumped into her. Once. Twice. Three times.

He clamped his eyes shut, praying for endurance, and tried
to hang on for at least one more stroke but he couldn’t counteract the rush
pumping through his veins. It washed through him with such force he slammed
into her a final time, growling so loudly when he came he didn’t doubt he woke
the entire tribe.

Sucking air into his lungs, he removed her legs from his
shoulders then propped himself on his elbows above her body, snuggling his
hipbones between her thighs. With a deep sigh intended to knock his heart into
a steady beat, he rested his forehead against hers. “
That
, sweetheart,
is what happens to men who lose control.”

Wisteria dressed in her garments then ambled to the
waterhole, knelt beside the ledge and splattered her face to fully arouse
herself from sleep. She’d slept all day, wasting hours of valuable sunshine.
When she’d walked beneath the ventilation hole she noticed the sky had turned
dark. Lying asleep in Vulcan’s arms had comforted her to a comatose state and
she’d slept better than she ever had.

How long ago had he whispered in her ear he was leaving to
provide food for the children? What children? She hadn’t seen any kids nor
heard any laughter. The Barbarians were the greatest breeders and had the
largest tribe in the land yet she hadn’t seen large numbers of people or heard
a peep from their offspring. Was that another lie she’d been led to believe? Had
all of the men worn condoms to prevent the women from bearing babies?

One day she wanted lots of children and she’d raise them
with kindness, and love them equally. She’d disperse her affections amongst
them all, even if she gave birth to twelve, like her momma. She’d made a
private vow to herself to never display favoritism. It hurt too deeply, leaving
emotional scars.

Unfortunately if Vulcan chose to leave, it would ruin
Wisteria’s hopes of conceiving in the future with another man. No one else
would want her if they discovered she’d mated with a Barbarian.

She patted her skin dry and glanced at Birmon, still asleep
in the pen. He was becoming more and more like her child. She surely hoped he
wasn’t the only one she’d have. She smiled at him and then she walked outside.
A few men fully dressed in furs stood guard by the forest line, holding
weapons, and Jade sat near the fire, working on a cloth big enough to cover her
lap.

Was she still upset with Wisteria? She hadn’t departed on a
very positive note last night. She’d even cheered when she’d thought Wisteria
had been cut. What would she say if she discovered the truth? What would happen
to Vulcan, having lied?

Wisteria returned to the hut and wrapped a hide around her
upper body to conceal her uninjured arm then she stepped back outside. Why
worry? If anyone questioned her she’d tell them Birmon healed the blade wound.
It wasn’t as if no one saw him mend the gashes on her tummy and thighs.

She squeezed the fur and approached Jade, clearing her
throat so as not to startle her.

Jade looked up and surprisingly smiled. “Good evening,
beauty queen. You finally woke. I was beginning to wonder if you were all
right.”

The woman with the sweet demeanor who’d treated Wisteria’s
wounds with yarrow had resurfaced. If Wisteria were to reside with the tribe…
Who said anything about that?

Technically Vulcan had. He’d made her his possession. Funny,
rather than it appalling or scaring her, she encountered a sudden sense of
comfort and belonging. “I’m fine,” she replied, gazing at Jade’s project, where
strips of light- and dark-colored leather were weaved tightly together. “Why do
you call me that?”

Jade lowered the craft to her lap, gazed into Wisteria’s
eyes and smiled again. “It’s just a nickname. When I like someone, I usually
assign them a name of endearment. It fits you.”

“What’s a queen?”

“A female ruler of sorts. I see it this way.” Jade paused
and winked. “Vulcan rules the Barbarians, and one day I suspect you’ll rule his
heart.”

Oh.
She didn’t know how to take that comment but
rather than ramble on about it she pointed at Jade’s weaving. “That’s
beautiful. What is it?”

“I’m making a blanket.”

Wisteria sat down beside a pile of unused strips, draping
her legs to the side, and skimmed her finger across the top piece. It was
softer than any leather she’d ever felt.

“Are you hungry, Wisteria? Vulcan said you hadn’t eaten. Can
I pour you a bowl of stew?”

“Stew?”

“It’s vegetables mixed with rabbit meat. It’s very good.
Pearl is an amazing cook.”

“My mom makes something similar, but we call it
potato-slosh.”

Jade set the project aside. When she stood and walked to the
cooking pot, Wisteria noticed her legs were free of hair and her skin shimmered
in the firelight. Wisteria glanced at her own thighs. Although the
light-colored hairs were barely visible, her skin appeared dry and dull and she
suddenly felt ungroomed and scraggly.
Like a female version of Sledge.

“Here you go.” Jade handed her a small dark bowl and sat
back down.

An appetite and thoughts of Sledge were not compatible in
the least but Wisteria took a small bite in appreciation of Jade’s kindness.
She’d not want to insult the woman. Not now. Not before Wisteria knew her place
within their people. She’d hate to make enemies before actually being accepted
into their tribe.

The broth tasted good but the vegetables were her favorite
part. She took another bite, then another. The meat melted in her mouth and she
barely had to chew. She ate in silence, savoring every morsel. She hadn’t
realized the extent of her hunger until she’d emptied the bowl.

“Would you like to help me with the blanket?” Jade offered
after Wisteria set the bowl aside.

“I don’t know how.”

“It takes a little practice,” Jade said. “But if you can
make jewelry, you can learn how to weave.”

“How do you know I make jewelry?”

“Vulcan.” Jade nodded toward Wisteria’s ankle. “Did you make
the anklet?”

“The what?” Wisteria’s eyes followed Jade’s gaze.

“The jewelry around your ankle. We call those anklets.”

“Oh. Yes. My sister wears one also. They signify our love for
one another.”

Jade smiled. “That is very special. It’s beautiful.” She
grabbed a handful of leather strips and intricately placed them in a row near
Wisteria’s knees. “Weaving is actually very simple. The end product makes it
seem as though it’s a difficult process but it really isn’t.”

Wisteria watched as Jade tacked the strips to the ground
with sticks, securing them in place. After she’d woven the first two rows she
handed the next piece to Wisteria.

Wisteria worked slowly, feeding the strip in and out of the
others. After she finished the small piece and tied the edges together she
unattached it from the ground and held it in the air. It was loose and some
strips sagged, opening many holes. She giggled while examining the finished
product. “I’m not very good at this.”

Jade smiled and tilted her head, examining the uneven
square. She tapped her finger on her lips as if thinking of something to say
that wouldn’t offend Wisteria. “Maybe it can be used as a bathing cloth for the
children.” She removed a folded blade from her pocket and trimmed the strips
close to the knots.

“Where are the kids?”

“They’re just on the other side of the forest with their
parents,” Jade explained, pointing to the trees beyond the village of huts.
“Only the boys are permitted to this side, but only those who show signs of
fighters. When they’re old enough to train for battle they’re taken from their
mothers and brought here.”

“We never separate our children from their families,”
Wisteria said aghast.

“But your people are a gentle kind. You raise the young to
hunt. We raise those with certain qualities for battle. Our men have fought to
the death for positions of authority, for the woman they want or for any reason
they see fit.”

“Is that how Vulcan became chieftain?” Wouldn’t he want a
son to follow in his footsteps? Maybe he did but had already chosen another
woman to give birth to his offspring. “Does he have any children?”

“Yes,” Jade replied, squeezing Wisteria’s hand.

“He does?” Wisteria’s eyes flared. “How many?”

“No. I’m sorry. Yes, that’s how he became chieftain,” Jade
declared. “But no, he has no children. And since you’re considered his woman
now, no one will bother or harm you.”

His woman.

Vulcan’s woman.

Why had the prospect filled her belly with warmth? As a
smile of pride embarked on her gloomy thoughts she drifted to the memories of
making love for the first time. He’d kissed and traced his tongue along every
part of her body from her eyebrows to her toes.
Shortly before he applied
the condom.

A shudder of excitement raced up her spine. He’d done
everything he said he would. He’d cherished her with his hands and mouth as if
she were a delicate flower. She truly hoped he’d forgiven her for the prior
insults because she still felt guilty, having said them. Oftentimes it was hard
to overcome bitter words. She knew directly from experience. There were many
things her father said that she’d never forgotten.

What did being Vulcan’s woman constitute? Endless mating?
Being at his disposal? Waiting in his hut while he provided food for
other
people’s children?

“Ladies,” a masculine voice said at her back.

She jumped and spun around. The startled beat of her heart
turned into a beat of desire when she spotted Vulcan dressed in his furs,
standing mere feet away. A rush of heat swept through her veins, banishing all
prior thoughts.

“Jade,” he said, reaching for Wisteria’s hand. “You’ll have
to excuse Wisteria for a while. I need to speak with her.”

“Of course, sir.”

Wisteria’s tummy fluttered while she slid her fingers
against his palm and pulled herself to her feet. The look in his eyes displayed
more than a need to converse.

No sooner had they entered the hut than she stepped into his
embrace and cupped his face, gliding her thumbs along his cheekbones. “And what
is so important that you took me from my weaving?” she jested.

His mouth lowered and he kissed her. Not gently. Not slowly.
With desperation and impatience, and her knees buckled. Rather than catch her
before she fell, he swept her into his arms and carried her across the hut where
he laid her down on the hides near the fire pit. Her shoulders sank into the
soft furs.

“Vulcan, are you going to make love to me again?”

“No, sweetheart. This time I’m going to rut you.” He fell to
his knees beside her hips. “Forgive me,” he said and yanked off her garments.

She’d feared the hidden strength behind his hands but right
now it excited her beyond words. Knowing how desperately he wanted her filled
her with wanton lust. She’d done nothing physical to this powerful man, this
Barbarian, to entice him, yet he failed to control his restraint, and having
been absent for many hours, he returned seeking her.

When he’d risen to retrieve and apply a condom she bent her
knees, placing her feet on the ground, and spread her legs. It was becoming
easy. Way too easy to relinquish her modesty in his presence. It was something
she couldn’t be taught but a trait obtained from experience. Observing him
prance naked without any issues was a huge, huge lesson. How would she act in
years to come?

Maybe she was being presumptuous by thinking she’d be here
that long but the way he’d made love to her proved he wasn’t ready to get rid
of her anytime soon.

As he turned around, his gaze wandered to her exposed
vagina. He groaned and his eyes narrowed and when he sauntered back toward the
fire his cock slightly bounced up and down.

As he lay between her thighs he interlocked his arms behind
her knees and shoved her legs forward to the outside of her waist. She gasped
but hadn’t even released the breath when his thick penis plunged inside her,
stretching her wide. Prickles charged up her spine and tiny pulsations erupted
near her clitoris.

“Damn it, Wisteria.” His jaws tightened and shoulders turned
into rock-hard muscle. “You’re so damn tight. You’re fucking up my endurance,”
he growled, withdrawing his cock then slamming it forward.

She didn’t understand what that meant, nor did she care. She
focused on the
bam
,
bam
of his thrusts against her cervix.
Pressure built inside her chest. Waves of heat flooded her blood.

“I promised…ah… Shit.” He rammed into her, each thrust
plunging deeper and harder than the last.

She tried keeping the pace, gyrating her hips, reaching and
straining for the explosive ending, but he rammed so fast she lost rhythm. Her
shoulders jerked and her back pressed so deeply into the furs, she felt the
bumpy ground against her spine. She grabbed his biceps and sank her nails into
his flesh as the pressure crested. Then it burst into a rainbow of flickering
colors, branching to her fingers and toes. Her belly twitched and her vagina
contracted, gripping, clutching and squeezing the seed from his cock.

The long strokes pounding in her turned into short jabs. He
tilted his head back and in conjunction with a robust moan he buried his cock
to the hilt.

It pulsed against her cervix and the intense sensation threw
her into another internal explosion. Her neck arched. “Vulcan!” she screamed.
The prickles and tingles and spasms were overwhelming. More so this time. They
lasted longer, dragging on forever, and she swore she briefly blacked out.

Her face was drenched in sweat and her heartbeat throbbed.
When she opened her eyes he was lying on top of her, propped on his elbows,
gazing at her face. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked, nipping her lips.

She modestly shook her head and smiled. “Rutting isn’t so
bad.” She sort of liked it. Actually she really liked it. In fact it might even
be her new preference.

“It can be,” he said, rubbing her brows with his thumbs.
“It’s all about passion and desire. I could’ve caused a lot of pain.” He shot
her a genuine smile and winked. “But I knew you were ready for me. I’d never
take you roughly otherwise,” he added, rolling off her onto his side.

She narrowed her eyes and winced. “That hurt.”

“What did?”

“Pulling it out.”

His brows furrowed. “It hurt?”

“Yes.” She nodded and grinned. “I want you back inside me. I
ache from emptiness.”