Shadowfae, page 16
part #1 of Shadowfae Chronicles Series
His hungry stare raped me, raking over my body like rough hands. I’d never felt so naked. I quivered, the scarves cutting into my wrists, desolate helplessness washing away my confidence.
You are so beautiful. Rajah’s whisper felt thick with lust on my ear, and for an instant something wet and burning brushed my nipple. His invisible fingertip, wet with his saliva.
Desire flooded me, hot and fast, shooting under my skin. My clit ached, aroused too quickly, a rush of blood so fierce, I cried out. Jesus. Don’t do that. He’ll see.
But Luna just smiled, oblivious. He stripped naked, down-lights gloating over the perfect shapes of his thighs, the sweet curve of his ass, the soft satiny sheen of his magnificent cock. His aura glowed violet, a rippling, eerie second skin. A beautiful man with a demon’s cold heart. Not that I wanted to insult demons. At least Kane eventually figured out he’d hurt you, even if he didn’t understand why.
He crawled back up over me, muscles gleaming with light sweat. Delicately he flicked his tongue out to my nipple, savoring it, adding to Rajah’s heat. “Good girl. Already so hard.” He reversed the knife in his hand and licked the sharp point, wetting and warming it. A drop of his shiny saliva collected on the wicked tip, and delicately he lowered it to my straining nipple.
The hot sting tore into my breast, and bumps broke out on my skin. I gulped, my thighs straining beneath his. To have pain where I’d just felt burning pleasure was exquisite and horrible. He twisted his wrist, digging the point in farther.
He moved the knife away and nudged me hard between the legs with his cock. I wriggled my thighs apart, hoping the bastard would just get on with it. But he smiled, cruel. “So you can still handle a little pain? Let’s see how you cope with pleasure.”
He slid down my body, opened me with deft fingers and fastened his hot tongue right over my clit. Treacherous pleasure shot to my core like a bullet, hard and painful. My breath left me in a rush, hot juice flooding from my womb to soak the sheet, and my rapture ignited in a burst of flame, filling me with shuddering, pent-up energy.
Rajah’s groan inflamed me more. You’re killing me. Come, my love. Let him bring you. Fake it if you have to, and while he’s distracted we’ll have him.
Fake it? He had to be kidding. Luna’s tongue worked harder, swirling over my most tender spot, and burning tension rippled through my abdomen. I gasped, traitorous tears welling in my eyes. It had been so long since any man had bothered to go down on me—I certainly didn’t count Dante raping me with his tongue while I sprawled in a blood-drenched stupor—that I’d forgotten how good it felt. So hot, so perfect. My inner muscles rippled, foreshadowing my release, and metal stung my swollen flesh there, cold and frightening.
Jesus. He had the knife there. Millimeters from my soft insides, so I couldn’t move, not unless I wanted to skewer myself. The sick son of a bitch. Nausea and disgust crawled cold fingers over me, spoiling my pleasure, and I was glad.
“Uh-uh,” Luna murmured, and I felt him smile. “Don’t move.” He sucked me, delicate, drawing my swollen clit deeper into his mouth, and raw sensation gripped me, but all my enjoyment in the act had fled. I couldn’t come like this, not with that sharp steel threatening to slice me and the air dripping with Luna’s breathless malice. Guess I’d have to fake it after all, and I’d better make it good.
I closed my eyes, willing my body to stay still, and thought of Rajah, pretending he was doing what Luna was doing, tonguing me softly, then hard, teasing my flesh into spasms, his gorgeous dark hair spilling like warm water over my thighs as I locked my ankles around his neck. I thought of how I’d react, and I groaned, tossing my head back. I imagined his tongue sliding inside, fucking me, drinking my hot fluid straight from the source, and I struggled to remain still. My breath quickened, my thighs quivering, straining. My imaginary Rajah replaced his tongue with that smooth finger, more fingers, sinking them deeper, stirring, stimulating that magical spot. I moaned, my nipples hardening again without any help. “Oh, god, that’s good.”
“Mmm.” Luna pulled back a little, softening his tongue. “Good girl. Can you come without moving? Bet you can’t.”
You’re doing great. Don’t let him see this. Invisible fingers plucked at my wrists, loosening the scarves. Silk whispered over my forearms, and I was free. I cried out breathlessly so Luna wouldn’t notice, curling my toes and making my thigh muscles jump like I couldn’t take much more. “No, please, don’t.”
Rajah’s hot palms slid over mine, and I gripped his unseen hands so tightly, my knuckles ached. I wanted to grab Luna’s hair and drag him off me, gouge my nails into his eyes and rip them out. I wanted to grab Rajah and take him, sink him into me and never let go. Rapture swirled in my abdomen like a dancing fireball, threatening to explode.
My mouth watered hard, painful, and I swallowed. Okay, enough thinking about Rajah fucking me. The point was to make Luna fuck me, to make him come, not me.
I made my body shiver, panting. “Please, don’t make me. I want to come with you inside me. Please . . . oh, god, no.” I cried out, digging my heels into the sheet, pressing myself against Luna’s horrid caressing mouth, trying not to wince as the knife blade brushed my skin, stinging. I contorted my thighs, letting my muscles shudder and heave. Luna groaned, covering me with his tongue, his fingers digging into my thighs.
Yeah. Now let it rip. Rajah released my hands, and his dark shimmering ripples slammed down over us, soaking the air like a rampant heat haze. I gritted my teeth in anticipation and let my own straining rapture erupt.
Agonising relief burst in my guts, like its own kind of orgasm, and my body burned with magical sexual energy. Sparks arced in my hair, crackling, the smell of ozone spreading.
Luna shuddered between my legs, his heavy shoulder muscles shaking. He whipped the blade away and tossed it onto the floor, diving onto me and pulling my thigh around his hips with a hot, strong hand. His cock jammed into my pubic bone, painfully hard. “Wildcat, you gorgeous thing, I can’t pretend. I want you so bad,” he breathed, and rammed himself into my swollen flesh in a single powerful thrust.
My rapture sizzled. Rajah laughed darkly in my head, and I felt like laughing, too. I locked my legs around Luna’s hips and wrapped my hands in his hair, dragging his head down to me. I had the bastard exactly where I wanted him. I flexed, gripping his cock with practiced muscles, and he clenched his teeth, thrusting deeper, again and again. It felt good. But not so good, I couldn’t enjoy his powerlessness. Cold magic fists grasped, crushing, searching for my glamour, but it was too late. The rapture was too strong, flowing over us like a sparking volcano.
Absurdly, a breathless smile parted his lips. “Shit. You’re good. I figured I’d see this coming. I didn’t see a damn thing.” He pushed into me again, helpless, groaning, his glittering mauve aura licking over me. He knew what was happening. He just couldn’t do anything about it.
Victory flushed me, and I tightened my thighs, urging him on. “Confidence in a bottle, Vorenus. You should be more careful what you snort.”
“Guess so. Still, it was good, wasn’t it?” His movements quickened, sweat beading on his handsome forehead. His breath came shorter, his lips shining. “Oh, fuck. No way. You won’t get me like that.” He pushed away, triceps straining, forcing my legs down and away from his hips, trying to pull out of me before he came. I struggled, despair clenching dead fingers in my guts. He was too strong. I couldn’t hold him.
“No, you fucking don’t.” A dark shadow flickered above us. Gold-speckled brown eyes flashed into view over Luna’s shoulder, wild black hair, gleaming brown skin.
Luna choked and slammed back into me, crushing me, a painful gasp escaping his open mouth. He struggled to press up onto his elbows, panting, and with an effort sniffed the air like a cat. “Rajah,” he gasped, a smile tugging at his lips. “There’s two of you. No wonder. Look, we can talk about this—”
“No talking. Not for you.” Rajah stared at me, smoldering, and reached down to grasp my hand, bracing himself. His forearm strained in his shining thrall bangle, his long fingers clenched in mine. He slipped his other hand beneath him, and I felt his fingers slide delicately around where Luna and I joined, collecting slick wetness and spreading it. “It’s been a while, Luna. Sure hope you don’t mind.”
Luna tried to catch his breath, sweat glowed on his face. “You crafty bitches.”
“That didn’t sound like a no.” Rajah gripped Luna’s hipbone tightly, where Luna’s body pressed into his beautiful naked flank, and shifted his hips, gritting his teeth, working his way in. Luna gasped again, his cock swelling inside me.
I couldn’t see what Rajah was doing, but I had a pretty good idea. Delicious images flooded my rapture-soaked senses, and I shuddered, pleasured, sure my eyes were glazing over. The night I’d met him, I’d imagined a threesome. This wasn’t quite what I’d had in mind. But my heart overflowed to look at him, damp hair falling in his face, his lips wet, gazing raptly down at me while we both did something—someone—we abhorred. He squeezed my hand, his thumb teasing my burning wrist, and his luscious lips formed a kiss, just for me.
Rapture licked over my body, raising lustful gooseflesh on my skin, and my loins ached for him, my flesh scorching with friction. I knew it wasn’t Rajah my muscles clenched around in longing. But it didn’t matter. He was here, with me, making love to me as we murdered our oldest and most deserving enemy. My heart ached, a lump swelling in my throat, and I fought back sweet tears. It was the most romantic thing anyone had ever done for me.
I tilted my hips up against Luna’s, urgent now to get this over with. Luna groaned and filled me, and to my surprise a tear glimmered on his mauve-lit lashes too. “Well,” he breathed with a gentle smile, “might as well enjoy it while it lasts.” He pushed backwards, grunting in pleasure. Rajah thrust deep into him, driving them both into me. My breath forced from my lungs, delicious sensation rippling deep inside me. We moved together, slick skin sliding, muscles rubbing on muscles, dark hair mingling with golden, and the whole time Rajah’s gaze never left my face, desire burning in his eyes, his fingers crushing mine.
Luna’s breath deepened, ragged, his eyes squeezing shut as he tried to hold off his orgasm, to prolong the pleasure and his life. But Rajah pressed again and again against some deeply pleasurable place inside him, and I milked him, squeezing and releasing his cock until he shuddered, every breath a groan. “I can’t,” he gasped, a helpless laugh tearing from him. “See you both in hell.”
He thrust hard into me one last time, muscles straining in his thighs, and his cock jerked and throbbed, filling me with his seed and his soul. A long painful cry forced from his mouth, dampening my face with his last breath, and his beautiful bright eyes faded to gray and rolled back. His arm muscles juddered and loosened, and he fell on me, lifeless, his weight crushing what was left of my breath away.
17
I lay stunned, my limbs rigid. Luna’s soul rushed around inside me, laughing madly, filling my veins with burning mirth. My mind distorted and stretched, brimming with insane, alien intelligence. I shuddered, uncontrolled. Luna was crazy like a blood-mad raptor, and I wanted to scream, cackle like a madwoman, let the bubbling thing froth up my throat and choke me.
Rajah dragged Luna’s heavy corpse off me. Golden hair tumbled onto the sheet, limbs tangling. He caught me in his arms, crushing me to his chest, smoothing sweaty hair from my face. “It’s done, princess. You got him.”
The carnal smell of our sex churned my stomach. Luna’s soul writhed in my womb, kicking, scratching at my walls with hateful nails, and my rapture hissed and fought back. I retched, spit flecking, my eyes watering, but nothing came up.
Rajah pulled me closer onto his lap, my legs folding over his knees. The air still shimmered and roiled around us. His heartbeat throbbed rapidly against me, his damp cock still pressing hard beneath my thighs, but he wasn’t bothered with rapture now, and neither was I, not really, not with this evil soul energy still raping me. I dry-heaved again, my face scorching, and he stroked my back gently, small circles from the base of my spine up. His hand shook a little, burning to do more, but I couldn’t blame him for that. “Come on, sweetheart. Don’t keep it in.”
“Always telling me to be sick,” I muttered, nausea gripping me again, the lust burning within me from unsated rapture only making it worse.
He grinned softly, charming, and scrabbled on the floor for my bag. He dug out the soultrap, folded my fingers around its warm brass neck, and resumed stroking my back, willing the grotesque thing out of me.
And out it came. Pain stabbed through my veins, cramping like a vise. Acid seared up my throat and poured out onto my tongue, bubbles stinging my nose. Hot purple froth gushed into the soultrap. I choked, spitting up the last of it, sweet and horrid in my mouth, and when I was finished, Rajah jammed the cork in tight. The bottle sizzled in my hand, the metal thrumming. Rabid laughter echoed faintly from within.
I dropped it on the bed and clung to him, my limbs stiff and sore, sticky fluid leaking between my legs. He folded his arms around me, resting his cheek on top of my head. Cheated of its prize, my rapture flared hotter, angry, heating my skin. My senses ignited to Rajah’s quivering body, his warm muscles moving against me, the stony length of his cock pressing against my leg. But the sickly sweet taste of Luna flowered on my tongue, a shady remnant of his soul still chuckling deep in my heart. His sweat still greased my skin, his saliva still running between my legs, his hot semen still coating my insides. Filth smothered me, clogged my hair, my nails, made me stink. Sluggish worms of loathing coiled in my innards. Disgusting. Filthy. Useless. Whore.
I shoved Rajah away, my legs scything on the wet sheet. I didn’t want him to have to touch me. Why would he want to touch me? I stank. I wept refuse. Shudders racked me, and I wrapped my arms around my curled legs, sick, even as my rapture screamed at me to push him down next to Luna’s cooling corpse and impale myself on him.
Rajah’s warm hand touched my shoulder, hesitant. “Princess—”
“Don’t touch me!” I shrugged him off, furious.
But he held me, and a moment later I felt his arm slipping beneath my bent knees, my shoulder thudding into his hard chest as he lifted me effortlessly. I wriggled. “What are you—?”
“Hush.” He carried me across the carpet, cradling my head on his shoulder, his warm cardamom scent a temptation and a scorching reprimand at the same time. His bare feet snicked on hard tiles, and I heard the splatter of rushing water. He put me down, the slate cold beneath my feet, and pushed me under the shower.
Hot water splashed, running over my face, into my mouth, soaking my hair, flooding down my body. Steam clouded, misting the air with warmth. Scalding freshness sloughed over me, but filth still clung like fungus. I scrubbed at myself, frantic, my bangles scraping, water stinging my eyes as I tried to see. My arms, my breasts, my belly, between my legs, the hot friction of my wet hands tearing at my skin, digging into the dirt, my nails scratching.
“Slow down.” Rajah gripped my wrists and gently pulled them away. Water splashed over his gleaming brown body, rinsing away sweat and stickiness, and he reached for the soap. “Let me wash you clean.”
Tears spilled from my eyes, cold in the steaming water, and my hand shook in his. Was he reading my mind now? God, I’d been raped enough already for one night. But I looked up into his eyes, and his bleeding torment floored me. He chewed his lip, his mouth tight and quivering, and his fingers strained white where he clutched the pale soap. It was okay between us; he didn’t despise me. His anguish was for me, and it was all his own. He wasn’t reading my mind. He just knew.
My giddy heart tipped over a precipice, falling forever, and the clang of warning in my head came too late.
Barely able to move, I nodded. He touched my shoulder and turned me gently, and I felt the smooth soap rubbing over me in his palm, slow circles over my shoulder blades, down my spine, up to the base of my neck. My hair stuck to my shoulders, and pine-scented soap suds slid down my back, over my hips, into the cleft of my ass, washed away by the rushing water. Now he used both hands, massaging me, sending new blood to my worn, aching muscles. Bumps crept over my scalp. I shivered, flexing sore shoulders, and my still-unsated rapture sighed, urging me to press backwards, slide his cock between my legs.
He folded strong arms around me, holding me gently against him. My skin slid over him, slick, the friction delicious. I could feel his erection pulsing against my bottom, his body heat searing even in the shower, but he didn’t seem to care. His soapy hands slid to my belly, my ribs, leaving a fresh, clean feeling behind them. He washed the undersides of my breasts, hesitant, and I wanted to thrust forward, rub my nipples into his palms, feel the hard lump of soap against them.
“Touch me.” My voice scraped my throat, hoarse with wanting. I needed Rajah’s hands on me, to erase the memory of what we’d done, of Luna’s body on mine, the smell of orange blossom, his mouth invading me, the hard thrust of his cock, his groan as he came and died.
Rajah bent his head against mine, black hair dripping hot water onto my face, and his gentle touch moved higher. My breasts slid like gel in his hands, slippery with soap. He delved his hands between them, around them, over them, up around my shoulders and back down, and soft pleasure flooded into my body, washing away the tension and the dirt. He caught my nipples between his knuckles and tugged gently, and when his fingers slipped off, twin bolts of desire jammed deep into me, my breasts aching.
Now I did press back against him, rubbing my head on his shoulder. Water flooded down, over my face, washing hot waves over my breasts, trickling between my legs. I parted my thighs, and the water stroked my swollen clit, teasing, making me want more. My soap-slick back skidded on his chest, the twin hard nubs of his nipples dragging over me. He sighed, and reckless need ignited in my heart. I flexed my hips. He pulled me onto him, his fingers digging into my hipbones, his cock burning in the drenched furrow between my buttocks. I shivered to my core with longing. My body wanted more, wanted to bend over and push him into me, make love to him, fuck him hard and fast until I exploded. I clenched my ass, squeezing his cock, and the throb of his flesh and his soft groan told me he wanted the same.
