A Prisoner No Longer

Chapter 5

His black hair was slicked back from the lake water and his muscular arms pulsed under the water with each stroke.

What do I do? If I swim away he could catch me - if I stay...

"What are you doing in my lake?" I yelled across the water. My brazenness surprised even me.

He stopped swimming about 10 yards away from me.

"Your lake?" His husky voice was like a sandpaper caress as it carried across the water.

"Yes," I yelled. "My lake!"

"I have never known any lake to be owned, they seem rather free to me," he said, swimming closer.

My wolf wanted to get closer, to smell him more. It is the only reason I stayed as he paddled nearer.

"Can you please leave?" I asked, although I was not sure if I wanted him to go.

"Ladies first." he crooned, treading water only a few feet from me.

His amber eyes dipped to the tendrils of my hair floating just above my water-covered breasts.

"I would love to see more of the view." A broad grin spread over his lips.

It was then that I realized I was stark naked in the middle of a crystal clear lake. He could see everything! I flung my hand toward his face hoping to splash him and flee. His reflexes were faster than I imagined though. He grabbed my hand before I had a chance to retract my arm and pulled me closer to him. When I tried to splash him with my other hand, he captured that one too and pulled me straight into his chest.

I let out a small gasp as one of his arms moved lower to secure my waist. When he tightened his hold, my n*****s came into contact with the soft hair that covered his chest. The feeling was unimaginable and lit a fire deep inside of me.

I should be afraid.

I had no way of escape and was at the mercy of a man whose name I didn't even know.

He bent his head down, closer and closer to my face. His scent was so close that I felt as if it had become my own.

He pressed his lips to the base of my neck. His lips on my skin sent shivers to places I didn't know existed.

He drew in a full breath and placed a kiss in the hollow of my neck.

"You smell amazing." He said in a toe-curling whisper. " Like spice and vanilla."

I was hypnotized by this man. I brought my face to the column of his neck and took a big inhale, leaving the shadow of a kiss on his neck.

"Cinnamon and firewood," I whispered.

I turned my head to look straight at him. His eyes lingered on my lips. It seemed like ages that he stared at me and I at him. I knew what that look meant. It was a look of lust.

"Just once," I said. Knowing that, under normal circumstances, I would never allow this to happen. But this was not normal. Today may be the end of my life as I know it, and there was just something pulling me towards this man. I couldn't explain it.

He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. Their moist warmth invited me in for more and more. His hand moved to the back of my neck, fingering my curls and pulling me closer.

His tongue caressed my closed mouth as if asking permission to enter. I parted my lips and he exploded inside me. His tongue was everywhere, exploring me as I timidly did the same. His free hand caressed my buttocks and swept toward the front of my body, idly tracing its way to my very core.

I had never done anything like this before, but something inside me kept telling me to keep going, that it was ok.

I felt his finger brush past the inner lips of my womanhood and I moaned into his mouth.

A smile broadened his lips as he continued to ravage my mouth.

His hand was rubbing between my legs in lazy circles causing electricity to build in my very core.

"Meridae!" a voice echoed through the woods. "Meridae! Where are you?"

I broke away from the kiss, the fog of lust shattered.

"s**t!" I whispered. I looked at him and finally realized what a compromising situation I had gotten myself into. I pushed away from him, and he let me go.

I swam to the shore and waded out of the water. As the water reached my knees I turned to look at him. My red hair was stretched down my back from the weight of the water, and my breasts were heaving with my heavy breaths.

He was still treading water in the middle of the lake, staring right at me in all my nakedness.

"Your lake is beautiful." He called. " But it has nothing compared to you, Meridae."

A blush crept up my cheeks.

"Meridae!" The calling voice sounded again.

Unsure of what to say, I turned and ran back to the keep. I let my wolf out for the run back to the keep. Whatever had just happened in that lake had her buzzing with excitement. I would need her calm for this evening's punishment.