Sharing sarah, p.12
Sharing Sarah, page 12
part #5 of Captives of Stilox Series
As soon as their gazes locked, he drove deeper. She was unbearably tight and wonderfully hot, her extreme wetness assuring him she could take all of him.
All of him? Did he want to share all of himself with anyone?
He pulled back slowly then thrust in fast, watching her face for any sign of pain. She gasped and shivered, but the desire in her gaze was undeniable. He kept his pace slow and even, determined to savor their first time.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and raised her hands to his face. He didn’t stop her this time. With her warm palms pressed against his cheeks, she said, “Kiss me, please.”
He covered her mouth with his and teased her bottom lip with his tongue. She was receptive yet not as responsive as she’d been before. Shifting the angle of his head, he deepened the kiss, wondering at her hesitation.
Then her being brushed against his mind. Vibrant and electric, she sank deeper, melding with him and flowing through him. A cool breeze stirred his hair and thunder rumbled in the distance. He looked around for an open window, but the only window in the room was tightly closed.
Don’t hold back. Accept me into your mind as I’m accepting you into my body.
Her voice had never sounded so sensual or so assured. He pulled her hips up off the counter and drove into her forcefully. The wind gusted, sending shivers across his damp skin. Her gasp broke their kiss, but her pussy clenched him rhythmically, driving his arousal higher.
She unhooked her legs, giving him more room to move. He pulled her away from the mirror and laid her down across the counter as he draped her legs over his arms. Sensations unfurled within him, scorching and confusing. He could feel the hot clasp of her cunt as he steadily filled her, yet he could feel the fullness created by his cock.
“How are you…?” His question was lost in her sharp cry as she came, saturating his body with sizzling energy. He threw back his head and groaned, his cock bucking wildly inside her. Release tightened his balls and barreled toward his cock. “Fuck!” He jerked his hips back and clamped his hand around the base of his shaft, determined to regain control.
“You’re a very stubborn man.” She softened the observation with a sexy smile. “The link won’t solidify until we come together.”
“Can you hear my thoughts now?” He helped her down from the counter and turned her to face the mirror.
“Only if I intentionally listen. Telepathy takes practice. The link provides a path, but you’ll have to learn how to access it.”
He grasped her hips while he bent his knees and eased his cock between her thighs. Her pink ass was a delightful distraction as he slowly pushed his hips forward. She arched her back, guiding him to her entrance with the angle of her body. Their gazes locked as he drove into her cunt, deeper now than he’d been before.
She bit her lower lip, her breasts jostled by her ragged breathing. “You feel so damn good,” she murmured.
Her well-spanked ass rubbed against his groin and her hot passage clasped his cock in a firm embrace. It felt better than ‘damn good.’ It felt better than anything he could remember.
He grasped her hips and thrust faster. She leaned over, bracing her forearms against the countertop. Pleasure flowed between them and curled around them, warming the phantom wind. He tossed his head, crying out sharply as bursts of sensation ricocheted through his body.
She bucked against him, driving his cock deeper as another orgasm claimed her. Passion gleamed in her eyes, but there was something more, a burning intensity he’d never seen before.
“We—have to—come together.” She gasped out the reminder in between thrusts.
Unable to resist the pull of her strong muscles, Rayden thrust to the hilt and released his seed. Her being surged within his mind, her energy burning brightly. He opened himself to her, allowing the tingling sensations to inundate his body and mind.
His thighs trembled as their pleasure went on and on, his legs threatening to give out beneath him. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he leaned the other on the counter and pressed against her back.
“Will I always feel your pleasure?” he whispered into her ear.
“I don’t know. It might be part of the bonding.”
He massaged her shoulders and rubbed her back, refusing to separate their bodies. “How long do we have before the spirit starts pestering you about the power transfer?”
You have until morning. This mission will not wait forever. As he’d suspected, the spirit was never really gone. You might want to get dressed and go downstairs. You have visitors.
Troubled by the unexpected revelation, Rayden reluctantly pulled out of Sarah’s warm body and reached for his discarded towel. “If Allen lowered my security shields, I’ll kick his ass.”
Sean can bypass most security measures without setting off alarms, the spirit told him. He has the overlord with him.
“Sean’s downstairs with Kellan?”
The dread in Sarah’s tone sent a rush of protectiveness though Rayden. “I won’t let them bully you. Why don’t you take a shower while I get a feel for the room? If Sean is still being unreasonable, you don’t have to come down at all.”
“I’m not afraid of my brother and you need a shower as badly as I do.”
Then you both better hurry. Your guests are growing restless.
* * *
Ceddrik sprawled across the rumpled bed, naked for the first time in years. Scarlett had walked in on him while he showered, obliterating his need to hide his tattoo. He fucked her fast and hard against the shower stall to demonstrate his displeasure at her intrusion. Rather than being cowed by his aggression, she became more amorous.
Her warm, wet tongue trailed along his inner thigh, following the scalloped wings of his pantauk. The creature was his spirit guide, the keeper of his soul, a badge of honor—and a constant reminder of the life he’d left behind.
His people considered him a traitor. He understood their animosity, but he was a pawn, not a coward. The fate of the Faundi had been decided long before he shifted his allegiance. His actions might have sped them along toward an inevitable end, but he was not the villain. He’d been used and discarded just like everyone else.
Why do you hide this? It’s so beautiful. Scarlett’s question stabbed into his mind, harsh and intrusive despite her breathy tone.
Her eager fingers moved to grasp his shaft, so he used the gesture to redirect her attention. Do you mean my cock or my tattoo? My cock can give you far more pleasure than a mythical monster.
If the creature is part of a myth, I want to hear the story. She traced a section high on his hip with the tip of her fingernail. Why is its tail in its mouth? Does that have a particular meaning?
The high priestess had said it was a warning, told him his pantauk was trying to keep him from devouring himself. Everything about a pantauk had meaning, but he had no intention of sharing something so intimate with a practiced whore. Rather than offer a bland evasion, he ignored the questions entirely.
After a long period of silence, she folded her legs beneath her and sat on her heels. Are you a fugitive? Is there a bounty on your head?
He sat as well and grasped her shoulders, glaring into her eyes. Don’t even think about betraying me. Your death would be long and excruciating. I’m your master. That’s all you need to know.
There’s no reason to threaten me and you can lay off that master shit. I told you I’d fuck you as long as you don’t hurt me too badly.
They had yet to discover anything he’d done that hurt her ‘too badly.’ Her ass still bore welts from his belt and twice he’d brought her to orgasm with no other stimulation but pain. I’ve fed from you, over and over. How do you regenerate so quickly?
That’s what I do, don’t ya know? Though no one can tell me why. Bitterness made her tone sharp. She scooted backward and crawled off the foot of the bed. They kept me locked in a lab for over a year and still couldn’t figure out why my energy seems limitless. A few bites of food and my levels are restored almost instantaneously.
You were captured and tested? An all-too-familiar tale. He’d spent eleven years chained to the floor like an animal while the Protarian élite tried to map the anomalies in his DNA.
She moved to the side of the bed as compassion softened her expression. You too, huh? The story is more common than you realize. I run across people all the time who have been tested or experimented on. A heavy sigh made her breasts sway and she glanced off into the distance. Maybe with the chancellor behind bars, the nightmare is finally over.
The nightmare would never be over. Anyone who believed it would be was lying to themselves. Ceddrik wouldn’t rest until those who had abused him paid for their ambition with their lives. But ambition was an insidious evil. Just when it appeared to be conquered, it sprang up anew, stronger than ever before.
He kept his thoughts to himself. Scarlett didn’t need to know any more than he’d told her already. She was far more engaging than he’d anticipated, but she was still a whore.
How long are we going to stay holed up in this dump?
Annoyed by her grumbling, he rolled off the bed and crossed to where she stood. We’ll stay here and fuck until I’m strong enough to launch the first attack.
The first attack? How many are you planning?
You’ll have to wait and see. He pushed her to her knees and bumped her lips with the tip of his cock. Now get busy.
Chapter Eight
“Do they even know we’re here?” Accusation narrowed Sean’s eyes as he waited for Allen’s reply.
Unable to sleep after the rapid developments of the night, Allen had been pacing his new bedroom when Sean and Kellan knocked on the door. Apparently, all of Rayden’s expensive technology couldn’t keep out a persistent specter.
Allen had ignored Sean’s demands to be taken to his sister and escorted him to the sitting room near the front of the house. “They’ll be down in a few minutes,” Allen said, annoyed that this unpleasant task had fallen on him. Rayden was tucked away with Sarah while he faced off with her indignant brother and the lethal-looking overlord. “Sarah asked that you wait.”
“How could you possibly know that? You’re not telepathic.” Sean continued his open hostility while his massive companion looked on in silent amusement.
“Our bond allows us to communicate.” Allen threw the fact out there with a flare of rebellion. Sean needed to realize Sarah was no longer a child, and his role as protector had been recast.
“What bond?” Sean stilled, his anxious energy fueling his smoldering anger.
“They’ve formed an energy bond,” the spirit declared as she gradually appeared in front of Sean, her long white hair rippling around her shoulders. “The bond will help her withstand the empowerment.”
“Then you haven’t done it yet?” Sean didn’t bother disguising the hope in his tone.
“She’s not going to change her mind,” Allen warned. “You might as well accept that fact right now.”
Sean’s only response was a challenging glare.
“Why don’t you tell me what you’ve learned since we were separated? I’ll pass on the information to Sarah.” Allen had made the suggestion twice before. He didn’t expect Sean to oblige him. He was just running out of things to say that wouldn’t start an ugly argument.
Muffled voices drew his attention to the doorway. He could see across the lavish marble foyer to the intricately carved staircase. Damn, this house was beautiful. It was luxurious and elegant and wasteful! Why did one person need all this? He heaved a frustrated sigh and shook away his jealousy. Life was filled with wants, not needs when one was a member of the élite.
Sarah came into view, Rayden half a step behind her. Rayden’s hand rested lightly at the small of her back. They already looked comfortable together. Would Sean guess the means by which the bonds had been formed? He was part of a ménage. Why should he care?
Allen glanced at the hotheaded specter and cringed. Sean would care. He would care quite strenuously. His protective streak ran deep when it came to Sarah. No one harmed his sister and no one knew what was good for her except Sean.
By the time Rayden and Sarah reached the sitting room, Rayden had taken the lead. He stepped into the room and tried to keep Sarah behind him. She immediately moved to his side with an indulgent smile and addressed her brother.
“Fancy meeting you here.”
“This isn’t a game,” Sean snapped. He took a step forward, obviously meaning to say more, but Kellan grabbed his arm.
“Let’s fill them in on what we’ve learned and hear what they’ve accomplished before you fly off the handle again.”
Allen had seen Kellan during his brief stay in the Underground, but this was the first opportunity he’d had to interact with the overlord. Other than his relationship with Sean, and his shared history with Rayden, Allen knew very little about him.
“Sensibility from the overlord?” the spirit chuckled. “What is this world coming to?”
“Someone has to remain logical.” Kellan slapped Sean on the back and winked at the old woman. “It’s obvious Sean has lost the ability.” With a casual ease not supported by the shrewd intensity of his dark eyes, he turned to Rayden and continued. “It’s good to see you again, old friend. Life has obviously treated you well.”
Rayden’s lips tensed for an instant and a flash of resentment disrupted his debonair façade. “I won’t apologize for my life. I’ve worked hard for everything I’ve acquired.”
Sean’s snort demonstrated his disbelief.
“What have you learned and how did you find us so quickly?” Sarah remained close to Rayden but demand snapped through her tone. “We aren’t going to accomplish anything if we waste our energy fighting with each other.”
“Once I calmed Sean down enough to find out what had happened,” Kellan clasped his hands behind his back and fixed his gaze on Sarah, “I contacted several of my agents. The pleasure district borders the black zones, so I have an informal agreement with Sancho.”
“Don’t bother me and I won’t bother you?” Allen slipped his hands into his pockets, unable to conceal his annoyance. Crime and abuse ran rampant in the pleasure district. Why were all the other leaders so willing to turn a blind eye? “Fane has the same philosophy.”
“You disapprove?” Kellan challenged.
“I’m sure you do well just to control what happens in your territory. I can understand why you’re not eager to borrow trouble, but when criminal elements are allowed free rein, it denigrates the foundation of society.”
“We can debate policy once Ceddrik is contained,” Rayden suggested as he guided Sarah to the sofa. That he was comfortable enough to sit while others stood said a lot about his self-confidence. This was his domain and Sarah had chosen to bond with him. Well, she’d chosen to bond with them, but that was an entirely different matter. “Did your contacts produce anything useful?”
Kellan shrugged. “You’ll have to judge the usefulness for yourself. My contacts confirmed that Ceddrik has not checked into any of the accommodations in the pleasure district or the black zones. Nor has he accessed any form of public transportation.”
“Where does the dancer live?” Sarah’s gaze was narrowed and thoughtful. “Is there any chance he took her to her own house or apartment?”
Sarah’s questions reminded Allen of an aspect of the crime that had bothered him from the beginning. “What was so special about that particular dancer? The kidnapping wasn’t random. There was undeniable purpose behind his actions.”
Kellan inclined his head and offered Allen a barely perceptible smile. “Our thoughts exactly. We started with Sancho, but he seemed oddly protective of his employee. He refused to release any personal information about the dancer. He’s conducting his own investigation and suggested we wait until he had something to report.”
“So, you followed his men to her apartment?” Rayden extended his arm along the back of the sofa and buried his hand in Sarah’s hair. “That’s what I would have done.”
Kellan’s smile broadened. Despite the years that had passed since their training, a comfortable camaraderie still existed between the two warriors. “Scarlett’s real name is Lettie Reynolds and she’s worked for Sancho for the past four years. For the most part, her neighbors had nothing to say, but we found the building gossip.”
“Every building has one.” Allen moved to the sofa and leaned his hip against the high, padded arm. “What did the gossip tell you?”
“Scarlett is a transformer,” the spirit answered for Kellan.
“Do you mean a shapeshifter?” Sarah asked.
“No. Scarlett’s body is basically a high-efficiency generator. She can take food or less potent forms of energy and transform them into highly concentrated mutant energy.” The spirit floated into the center of the room as she spoke. Her gaze shifted from Sarah to Kellan and back. “Is this what the building gossip explained to you?”
“Her information wasn’t specific, but what she told us supports what you’ve just said.”
“What did the gossip say?” Sarah prompted, scooting to the edge of the sofa.
“She said Scarlett had been dragged away by Protarian guards. She insisted they weren’t regular law enforcement, but some sort of militia. She told us Scarlett was gone for over a year but she wasn’t evicted, so someone had to be paying the rent. Then Scarlett returned as suddenly as she’d been taken and refused to talk about where she had been or what had been done to her. The gossip is convinced it all had something to do with Scarlett’s abilities.”
Sean took a step toward the spirit, capturing the old woman’s attention. “Why do you know so much about Scarlett?”
“She’s what drew me to that dismal club in the first place. I knew the dragon would need energy and I knew the easiest way to find a suitable feeder was to scout out the professionals. The rhythm of Scarlett’s energy was unique. I knew the dragon would be drawn to her as I had been, so I simply waited for him to come to us.”
“You just happened to be in the club when Sarah arrived?” Kellan sounded skeptical.
