Warrior's Dawn (Fire and Tears) (18 page)

That surprised her. There was no awkwardness, no hesitation. Just a growing need to get rid of their clothes so she could feel all of his firm, muscled body against her naked flesh.

He settled his mouth at the side of her throat, nuzzling her tunic down so he had access to the curve between her shoulder and neck. Another gentle bite made her gasp. She couldn’t keep her hands away from him then, so she slid her top arm behind her, rubbing her palm over his waist and hip, around to knead at the firm muscles of his ass. He was still fully dressed and the material was too thick to really feel him as she wanted, but the buck of his hips against her was some reward.

The hand on her stomach finally moved, inching upward in teasing strokes. Her skin felt charged from each caress, building anticipation, making her pant. No caress had ever felt like this, no man’s touch had drawn such a sharp, overwhelming response. It was the elf-fire, she knew. She could feel it like a drug flowing through her blood, stealing away all thoughts beyond the feel of Althir.

The effects might have scared her, but she was ready for them this time. Even then, she hadn’t realized that a simple caress would light her body on fire. Wetness seeped between her legs, and Althir hadn’t done more than kiss her throat and caress her stomach.

Then his hand closed over her breast, palming the fullness, squeezing gently. Mina threw her head back and moaned. She had unbound her breasts, a single concession to more comfortable sleep, which gave him unfettered access to her naked skin. He pinched her nipple, drawing out her pleasure. She bit her lip and ground against him again, unable to control the response.

With her hand on his muscled backside, she had better purchase now, and she held him close, rubbing against his thick cock in a vain attempt to relieve some of the building pressure. He pinched her nipple tighter, almost convulsively.

She gasped his name, pushing and pulling to prevent any space between them, arching into his palm, demanding the increased movement and pressure as he squeezed and kneaded first one breast, then moved lower to the other.

“You are the sexiest woman I have ever had the pleasure of touching,” he murmured against her neck, still pulling and sucking on her skin. “You have no idea how desperate you make me.”

She rolled her hips against his cock and smiled. “I have some idea.”

To her surprise, he suddenly flipped her onto her back and his mouth came down over hers, demanding and hard, the gentleness of his earlier seduction falling to need. She would have laughed, but she was too busy answering his demand, tangling her tongue with his, tasting him fully.

The change in position gave her more freedom to touch him, and she took full advantage, her hands rubbing up underneath his tunic to feel that hard stomach and chest. Then she slid one hand lower, rubbing the rigid length of him through his trousers, squeezing and teasing despite the barrier of soft leather.

He dragged his mouth from hers and moved lower, pushing her tunic up high to fully expose her breasts. The passion in his stare sharpened her already humming need.

“Beautiful,” he whispered. “Perfect.”

When the heat of his lips closed over her, she thought her body might come apart. He pulled and suckled at her nipples, licking, nipping, dragging out the exquisite torture. So much pleasure filled her up, she wanted to burst. The tight growing tension at her core built to an extreme with each wet pull of his mouth on her breast.

Her hips pumped against him, as she squeezed his cock more firmly, resenting his trousers but too caught up in her own growing ache to do or say anything about them. His teeth scraped across her overly sensitive nipple, and she cried out, the sound surprising her in the otherwise quiet room.

Too much noise, a small part of her warned. She bit her lower lip to prevent another outburst, but she panted with the effort to hold back another echoing gasp of pleasure when he tugged none-too-gently at her nipple with his teeth.

“Clothes,” she managed. She moved the hand on his cock to the top of his trousers and started pushing without much effect.

His grunt was part frustration, part amusement as he rose above her and stripped his tunic off over his head. Her mouth went dry at the sight of all those firm muscles, the thickness of his chest and arms. He hadn’t lied about being a warrior. Each ripple of muscle beneath his pale skin was a reminder of all the contained strength of his deliciously masculine body.

She propped herself up on her elbows so she could press her mouth to his stomach, licking a wet line around his navel, tasting salt and sweat and Althir. He dropped a hand to the back of her head, his fingers digging roughly through her hair to hold her in place. She smiled against his stomach before continuing to kiss and lick his skin. His muscles were tight under her caress, his groan low and deep above her.

With one hand still braced behind her, she used the other to tug at his trousers again. “There’s a lot more I’d like to suck here, Althir,” she murmured and reveled in sound of his harsh curse.

He moved away so quickly she dropped back against the bed with a bounce and a giggle. His gaze fixed firmly on her breasts and darkened when she cupped herself, pinching her own nipples because she knew the move would push him further out of control.

“Strip,” he ordered, his voice rough and quiet.

It never occurred to her not to follow that order. She sat up long enough to pull her tunic off over her head, then wiggled her trousers over her hips, tossing them alongside the bed to join her tunic. The worn material of her underwear came next.

Finally, fully exposed to his hot gaze, she thought she might feel some self-consciousness. But none surfaced. Instead, she felt lush and sexy, too consumed by her own desire to care about anything beyond Althir, dizzy with the effects of lust and elf-fire.

Althir’s trousers joined her pile of clothing and then he was on the bed, stretching his body along the length of hers, his mouth closing over hers. She dropped her fingers to his cock without hesitation, wrapping him in a firm, insistent clench that made his body convulse.

He felt exactly as she’d expected, hot and hard, thick and silky in her palm. She rubbed her thumb over the tip of his erection, gathering the moisture there and using it to smooth over his skin as she stroked and played with him. His hips pumped against her hand, creating a rhythm and friction that echoed through her to her core. His hand found her breast again, hard and rough to match the pressure of his kiss, the demands of his mouth and tongue.

Mina’s every nerve screamed with the raw intensity of having his skin rub against hers, the texture of his hard muscles, the light hair on his legs and chest scraping over her curves, across her thighs and stomach. The sensations were so much more than anything she’d felt before, overwhelming, beyond imagining.

Althir growled against her mouth and gripped her wrist to still her pumping fist. “Too much too soon,” he said.

“Not enough,” she argued, and his growl turned to a chuckle.

He lifted away from her just enough to slide farther up her body. “Press your breasts together,” he instructed and when she did, he slid the length of his cock between them, pumping between the soft mounds.

She’d never had a man fuck her breasts before, though many admired them. The sight, the feel was more erotic than she could have guessed. He braced one hand on the bed and the other against the wall above her head. When she glanced up, he was watching his cock slide between her breasts, his eyes dark, his jaw clenched. He glanced up, caught her gaze, and it was like touching lightning. She felt that look everywhere. So raw, so open and needy. The awe of his beauty in that moment stole her breath.

Could he see those same things in her expression?

She looked back to where he continued to stroke between her breasts. Her head was braced at just the right angle on a pillow, and he was just long enough, that when the tip of his cock slid between the top of her breasts she could reach him with a quick swipe of her tongue. His entire body shuddered, his hand fisted beside her on the pillow. When he surged forward again, she tasted the tip of him again.

“Goddess, Mina,” he moaned. “You’re going to kill me.”

“I seem to recall promising that.”

Her comeback earned her a gravelly chuckle before the sound dissolved into a moan when she licked him again. The brief tastes weren’t enough for her, though. She wanted him in her mouth, as much as she could take. She released her breasts and slid down the bed far enough to wrap her lips around the head of his cock. She gripped the base and slid her mouth lower, humming in pleasure as his taste hit her tongue fully. The hand he’d kept clenched in the pillow moved to her hair, loosening her bun, holding her head as she sucked him in long, pulling strokes. His fingers tightened against her scalp, the sensation adding to her pleasure, the erotic control of having him at her mercy.

The sounds he made, the harsh breathing and grunts that filled the quiet room, the wet suck of her lips over his cock, sent Mina’s own desperation over the edge. She squirmed beneath him, her body writhing out of her control against the mattress as she sought a way to relieve some of the building pressure. When she felt Althir’s body stiffen, she thought she’d pushed him too far and he’d come in her mouth. The idea appealed to her so much, though, she sucked harder, keeping her hold on the base of his erection when he tried to pull away.

With gentle but firm insistence, he slid from her mouth and shifted lower. “A torture I hate to give up,” he said, kissing her on the mouth before moving his lips lower, back to her breasts. “But I have oh so much more I want to do with you tonight. And coming too soon isn’t one of those things.”

She tried to pout, but the expression vanished beneath her gasp as he tongued her sensitive nipples. He moved too low for her to keep her hold on his cock, his lips pressing hot, wet kisses down the line of her stomach.

Then he looked into her eyes. “So you’re prepared, though, the elf-fire means I can come and only need a short recovery time before getting hard again. I intend to take advantage of that fact tonight.”

“Oh,” she breathed, stunned by the erotic promise.

He turned back to her body, trailing more kisses down her abdomen until he licked the crease at the top of her thigh, then over her hipbone. She bucked against his mouth, unable to control her reaction.

“I’m not sure… I usually only… Oh…” Her thoughts scattered when his mouth brushed ever so gently against her wet heat. Then he licked into her and she arched off the bed, her teeth clenched against a scream. She was beyond sensitive now, riding that fine edge between pleasure and pain without dropping over to the pain. His kisses and licks were soft, gentle, teasing without pushing, and it drove her wild.

She couldn’t remember once, in her entire life, feeling this out of control with a man, so aware of her body, each sensation sharp and bright. The soft moans and pants escaping her, each plea for more, for less, for everything barely sounded like her, her voice was so full of need and desperation.

Althir built the pressure threatening deep inside until she was so tight and ready she couldn’t even move. And then his lips closed over her clitoris and he sucked just hard enough to break through the tension, sending her spiraling off into an orgasm that seemed to last forever. Her body convulsed with the release before she finally relaxed, limp and worn against the mattress, breathing so hard it felt like she’d run for miles.

She blinked into the dark room several times, clearing the spots dancing in front of her eyes. “That has never happened before,” she gasped.

“A man’s never made you come?” His breath brushed her heat, making her jerk in reaction.

“Not that.” She smiled a little through her panting. “The length, the power… I’ve never had an orgasm like that before.” She lifted her head enough to look down at him. His eyes were dark gray pools of desire in the dimness. “The elf-fire?”

He nodded and pressed his lips to her again, a closed-mouth kiss that nevertheless sent more aftershocks rippling through her body.

She dropped her head back to the pillow. “I see why it’s addictive now.”

The rumble of his laugh vibrated against her skin as he kissed her lower stomach and moved up the bed to lie next to her. She was still too spent to do more than savor his touch when his hand closed over her breast.

“You’ve never been with an elf before?” he asked before dipping his head to suckle her nipple.

“I was once, actually. Long time ago. Before the war.”

He raised his head to stare at her, his eyes narrowed. “Oh. And who would that have been?”

She grinned. “I think maybe it’s best you don’t know his name, given the look on your face. Even though it was a long time ago. But needless to say, I don’t remember things feeling like…this.”

“Then he was doing something wrong.”

“Maybe he didn’t want me that much so his elf-fire didn’t rise,” she murmured. Althir pinched her nipple, rolling it gently between his fingers and she arched against the touch, surprised she could tolerate any more stimulation.

“It happens. We can have sex without the elf-fire. But how he could
not
want you enough for the fire to rise, I can’t imagine.”

He moved to her other breast, continuing a gentle torture that started the climb of desire deep inside her all over again. She’d felt so sated after that last orgasm, she hadn’t realized it was possible to feel the build again. At least not so soon!