Ride the Wave

12

“You’re very demanding tonight.” He gripped my dark green dress in his hands and dragged it up my legs.

I gave him a coy smile. “Aren’t you meant to serve me?”

“And serve you I will.” His lips moved to my ear and his deep voice whispered, “Many, many times.” My dress came off and hit the ground, and then Slade’s lips were on me, coercing my mouth open. As we kissed, he trailed his fingertips along the underside of my breast, making me arch my back to get closer. His hands were large and rough, the hands of a man who’d spent his life working a forge and a hammer, and I trembled as they moved across my naked skin.

I gripped his shirt and tugged it over his head, desperate to touch him back. The sight of his dark, muscular chest sent a pulsing surge of desire between my thighs. I pressed my palms against his rippling stomach, feeling the coiled strength inside him, before sliding my hands down to undo his trousers. As they fell, he kicked them off of him and stepped back, allowing me to take in the glorious view.

He gestured at the cave wall and the stone moved, forming a short ledge that looked almost like a chair. He sat on it like a king on a throne and beckoned me forward. “Take what you need, my queen.”

How could I refuse such an invitation? I climbed onto his lap to straddle him, feeling his rock-hard c**k slide against me. My breasts pressed against his muscular chest, my n*****s tight with lust, as I lined our bodies up. Slade’s green eyes met mine as the anticipation made us both breathe faster, hearts pounding, and then I sank down with one hard push.

He groaned and threw his head back, exposing his thick, dark throat. I kissed the spot right where his beard met his neck and gripped his broad shoulders to steady myself. His hands gripped my waist, and together we began to move as one. I rocked my hips up and down, grinding against the spot where our bodies joined, and he met me with every thrust.

Each roll of my hips pushed his c**k even deeper, and the friction of our buddies rubbed me in exactly the right spot to make the pressure build. Slade grabbed my chin and dragged my lips back to his, taking my mouth in a demanding kiss, as his other hand slid to my behind. He squeezed me there, encouraging me to move faster and harder, and I let instinct take over. The bond between us strengthened, allowing us to feel what the other was feeling, and it pushed us both over the edge.

We shattered at the same moment, our bodies so connected it was like one overwhelming o****m that broke us both apart and then put us back together. Slade crushed me to his chest, claiming my mouth again, as the last tremors of pleasure rumbled through us.

We rocked together for a while, my arms around his neck, our lips dancing across each other’s. He held me close in his strong embrace, and I was content to stay in his arms forever.

But after a few minutes Slade lifted me off him, spun me around, and planted me on the ledge—which had now grown into the size of a bed.

“Now it’s my turn,” Slade said, as he began to move down my body with determined eyes, his mouth finding every spot that made me moan.

I had a feeling neither of us was going to get much sleep that night.

9

Reven

F

or a long time, there was nothing but cold, dark pain.

A burst of warmth broke through the chill. A tingling sensation spread through my limbs. Familiar voices echoed through the darkness.

“Not too fast, Jasin,” Auric said. “We only want to melt his hands for now.”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got this.”

That cocky bastard. My lips tried to twitch into a grin but didn’t move. Neither did the rest of me. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t even open my eyes. What was wrong with me? Where was I?

Soft hands slid into mine, and they felt so hot I would have hissed if I could. “Come back to me, Reven,” Kira said, her voice mournful. A wave of relief hit me at the sound, though I wasn’t sure why.

“His fingers twitched,” Slade said.

“It’s working,” Auric said. “Start on the rest of him, Jasin. Slowly.”

Memories returned in fragments. Kira being kidn*pped. Lava striking my side. Heldor bringing down the Earth Temple on my head. And after that only cold, black death.

Except I was still alive.

The chill began to fade and suddenly a burst of air filled my lungs. My heartbeat pounded in my ears. My skin burned and froze at the same time. Agony spread through my limbs and forced my mouth into a scream, though no sound came out. I was alive but starting to wish I wasn’t.

Kira’s voice was the only thing that held me together, telling me to stay with her over and over. I’m trying, I wanted to tell her. I struggled to open my eyes, to get one more glimpse of her, but the pain became too much. I couldn’t hold on any longer.

The last thing I heard was the others raising their voices in panic as the darkness took me again.

M

y eyes snapped open and I jerked to a sitting position, reaching for weapons that weren’t there, the memory of pain still fresh in my mind.

“It’s okay,” Kira said, her arms wrapping around me. “Just relax.”

“Kira?” my voice croaked out. I barely recognized it.

“Shh.” She stroked my hair with the gentlest touch. “You’ve been through a lot, but it’s over now. I’m here.”

My arms wrapped around her and I held her close as I breathed in and out. It took some time before my body stopped trembling and I could let her go.