Tales of the Forbidden (9 page)

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The moon shined brightly as Kera stood at the door of the upstairs balcony watching Devon as he did some chin-ups on a bar fixed between two trees. She could see the power in his arms as he lifted and lowered himself, never letting his feet touch the ground. The muscles in his back strained and worked while 70

his ass tightened. She liked watching him like this, liked being able to look at him without him giving her that knowing smile, but wasn’t too sure if she liked the effect the “watching” was having on her as much.

After her bath she dressed in a simple, short silk gown with matching pale pink robe from the closet. It was one of the outfits he’d bought for her. The silk brushed softly against her skin when the breeze snuck in the French doors. Another thing Kera noticed she liked was how the breeze brushed Devon’s hair, making her itch to run her fingers through the thick strands.

Snap out of it Kera,
she thought.
This man married you
against your will. Why should you want to run your fingers
through his hair? Why the hell should you want anything from
him? He took everything from you! And yet was offering to give
one of the things you want most back to you.
The realizations were discomforting and disconcerting. She wanted her freedom.

She wanted to choose who she would be with, not have the man forced on her because some potion indicated they would be compatible. Yet, she couldn’t deny the effects of this evening’s truce. He had been pleasant, almost caring, toward her tonight, as if he really wanted her for who she was, not what she could offer him in his bed. She shook her head in frustration and confusion, wondering how she could want him when circumstances had forced him on her.

With a sigh, she pushed away from the door, slipped out of her robe and into the cool sheets of the bed. She fell asleep quickly, not hearing when Devon walked into the room or even took a shower. In addition, she didn’t put up any kind of fight when he slipped into bed, bringing her close into his arms for the night.

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Kera awoke to a comfortable bed, the tantalizing smell of food, the sun shining in her face, and shouting from downstairs.

For a split second she thought she was home and her father was yelling about the lack of food in the cabinet.

With great regret, but a stomach that wanted food, she slipped out of bed and pulled her robe on as she headed to the door. As quietly as she could, she left the room and approached the stairs, going about halfway down before stopping and sitting down to listen.

Two men, one of whom was Devon, were downstairs yelling, and to Kera it sounded as if the topic was money.

“I need it!”

“Damn it, Cameron. All your money went to paying off the fucking loans,” Devon yelled back. “You don’t have anything left!”

“Bullshit!”

“You just don’t understand what you had to pay back. Fuck, Cameron! I had to put some of my own damn money in with it to get your sorry ass out of debt last time!”

Listening to the conversation, Kera hugged herself. It sounded like being back home when a collector was demanding money from her father: money which he didn’t have and shouldn’t have borrowed.

“Then loan it to me.”

“You’ve got some fucking nerve asking me that.” Anger could be heard in Devon’s voice then. “Since you still haven’t paid me back for the last loan I gave you. You think I have money I can just piss away?”

“You owe me!”

“I owe you shit!” Devon’s voice rose up. “I have bailed you out of every shithole you’ve gotten into, paid your fucking bills, 72

and carried your ass for years. You need money, and then you do like everyone else does around here and earn it. Get a damn job or something.” Devon paused. “Cameron, I don’t have time for this shit. I just got married and I would like to spend my time getting to know my wife better. It’s high time for you to figure out a way to stand on your own two feet.”

“I’m trying to stand on my own two feet. I want to sell my half of the property.”

“You don’t own any of it.” Devon yelled again. “You signed it over to me the last time you needed money.”

“Fuck!”

“Cameron I can’t afford to help you out this time. Sorry.”

Hearing someone storming out of the kitchen and heading her way, Kera held her breath. A man, who she assumed to be Cameron, stopped when he saw her sitting on the steps, listening.

Cameron Noved stood as tall as Devon, yet not built as strongly. His hair was short, his clothes were somewhat dirty, and his eyes were a dark green. He had the same strong cheekbones as Devon and the same soft lips, but most of his features were brutal. Even his eyes seemed cold and distant.

“Cameron—” Devon stormed out and saw Kera also.

Cameron shot a nasty look over his shoulder at Devon. “I’ll be in my room.”

Kera watched him go to the only bedroom on the first floor, flinching when she heard him slam the door behind him. She looked at Devon, and slowly stood up with the intention of heading back to the bedroom also.

“Sorry about that,” Devon said, stopping her. “That’s not how I had wanted you to meet him.”

“It’s okay. I’ll go put something on,” she finished as she turned to walk upstairs.

She dressed in a pair of jean shorts and a shirt. Barefooted, she went back down. Devon was spooning out breakfast onto the two plates at the settings at the table. He glanced up at her and nodded towards the table. She went over and sat down in the same chair she had last night for dinner.

“So you have family after all,” she said when he came over with the food. Eggs, bacon, fried potatoes, coffee, and orange 73

juice, along with some toast.

“If you can call him that,” Devon sighed, sitting down next to her. He sat at the head of the table positioning her to his left.

“Cameron seems to only come around when he’s broke. He thinks I have this huge amount of money just lying around.” He reached for a slice of toast on the table and spread some jam on it.

“Don’t you?”

He snickered, shaking his head and putting his toast down on his plate. “No,” he stated, picking up the pot of coffee and pouring some. When he gestured for her, Kera shook her head no. “The last time I helped him out cost me pretty much all of my inheritance. Last bit of it went to saving my home.”

“I don’t understand,” she frowned, picking up her fork and starting to eat.

Devon took a sip from his cup before leaning forward, elbows on the table with chin resting on his hands. “I never knew and don’t want to know what Cameron did with his money. My father raised him as a son after his parents were killed. We both had a good education. When my father died, he left us both with a comfortable living and the education to keep that living nice.

Now like I said before, compared to my three friends I’m the poor one in the group.”

“So you had a silver spoon instead of gold.” She picked up her glass, drinking the juice and keeping her eyes off of him.

“My father insisted that we both work for what we have.”

Devon narrowed his eyes on her. Instantly Kera felt uncomfortable. “He also spent just about everything he had. The house and grounds were split between us, and we both got some money. I love horses and invested what I had into breeding stock. Like I told you before, Blaine has given me his stables to breed and keep my stock. Cameron went on a spending spree, blowing everything he got from my father. Not even two years after my father’s death, I got this letter stating how he has put up his half of the ground and house as collateral on some bullshit investments and crap. Almost went bankrupt in trying to save my home,” he shook his head, sat back and went back to his food.

“But I bet your friend Blaine helped you out. He gave you the 74

money to get into the Compound to get that piece of ass you wanted so badly, huh?” The question had him stopping with his fork next to his mouth. “Don’t answer that. I know.” Instead of eating, she pushed herself away from the table. “I need some air.”

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Devon pushed his own plate away when she stood and walked out. Only a few minutes went by before his gut was telling him that her simply “going out for air” wasn’t that simple. She was up to something.

Standing up, he went to the back door, not really expecting her to be standing there getting the air she claimed she needed.

“Kera!” he yelled. No response. “Damnit,” he looked around, stepping off the back porch, hands on his hips. Yep, she was running. It was the only thing that made sense at this moment.

Kera was a runner. Hell, the first time he saw her she was running away. Now the real question that was left for him to answer was in what direction was she headed?

Into the woods he went, looking around, listening for any sounds that someone might be running. A crunch to his right and Devon was taking off running in the direction of the sound.

He saw the trail Kera had unintentionally left behind, saw the path that she was taking and knew exactly where she was heading, even if she didn’t. When he saw a flash of her hair, he smiled, running in the opposite direction.

Devon caught her right at the meadow by the hot springs he had intended to show her today, before Cameron showed up and messed up his plans. He snaked his arm around her waist, and they both fell to the ground in a roll. Kera hit and kicked Devon as he pinned her arms to the ground, sliding between her legs.

“So what made you run this time?” Devon grunted when he rolled her over and a knee found his gut.

“Get off!” she screamed. Kera managed to free her arms twist her body around and crawl out from under him. Devon cursed as a leg connected brutally with his chest.

“Damn it!” He grunted again.

Devon took hold of her waist, slipping his hands inside the waistline of her jeans. With a firm grip on her jeans, he yanked her back to him, making sure to bump his now hard cock against 75

her ass. It seemed that every time they fought he suddenly became hard as stone. Quickly dropping his weight on top of her, he held her arms out to the sides. Hooking his feet under her ankles, he stopped all of her kicking at once.

“Done yet?” he asked breathing roughly.

“Not even close!”

“What the hell did I do to piss you off now?” again he grunted as he spoke, struggling to hold her down.”

“You breathe!”

Devon chuckled, but ’he wasn’t amused, “Oh that’s nice.”

“So who do I really belong to, Blaine or you?”

“Do you want to know why the men have to pay a fee to get into the Compound?”

“I know enough,” she huffed, trying again to get out from under him. “You used me then just like you used the other girls, and when you get tired, I go right back so you can get someone else; someone that fits in.”

“When did I ever use you?” He frowned, “And I swear if you don’t stop that shit about not belonging I’m going to put you over my knee.”

Kera tried to make another lunge to get up, but with Devon’s weight on her back, it was impossible. “Get off, you fuck!”

Devon smiled. “I see your temper is back in full swing.”

He moved her wrists so that he could hold both with one hand then moved his free hand to the bottom of her shirt. Quickly he gathered it over her head and off her arms, throwing it to the side, taking hold once more of her wrists before she could start swinging.

“What the hell do you think you are doing?” Kera yelled at him.

Devon didn’t answer her. Instead he unclasped her bra and tore it away from her body as well. Before his hands moved their way down to her jeans, he pulled his own shirt over his head and threw it next to hers. Somehow he managed to unsnap his jeans and remove his shoes while lying on top of Kera to hold her down.

His hands moved around her hips to the front of her jeans.

Gripping the snap, he opened them and forced the zipper down.

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of her legs. Kera turned over swiftly, modestly covering her chest with her arms. And then she tried again to kick him. Again.

Devon ran a finger down her thigh, letting her see the hunger in his eyes and in his body.

“You’re an ass,” Kera hissed at him.

Arching an eyebrow, he stood and hovered over her, looking down at his prize. “Perhaps I am.”

Kera stared at him with wide eyes as he started to slide his zipper down, opening his jeans completely.

“If you think you have something down there that is going to impress me, think again.” She glared at him. “When you’ve seen one dick, you’ve seen them all.” She looked him up and down.

“And I know for sure that I’m seeing a dick now.”

Inwardly laughing at her humor, Devon answered Kera with a wiggle of his eyebrows and a grin that should have made her think twice about taunting him. With her arms still crossed over her chest, Kera tried to scoot herself away from him. Devon slid his jeans down his legs, showing her his hard cock, standing free and proud. He kicked the jeans away from him as he took the two steps he needed to stand in front of Kera.

“Fuck you,” she said with hate in her eyes.

Devon bent over and picked her up from under her arms.

“Not yet, but later maybe.”

With a turn, he threw her into the heated pond. He watched with a smile as she came up for air, looking like she was pissed at the world and not just him.

“You son of a bitch!” she cried out in anger. “That’s twice you’ve done that to me.”

Devon walked to the edge and jumped into the water. While he was under, he swam to her and jerked her panties down her legs. He could hear her yelling at him, but being underwater, he couldn’t make out one word. When he finally came up for air, he was laughing and trying to fend off her hits.

Taking a hold on one of her wrists, Devon pulled her to him hard, turned her around, and pitched her in the air again. It took a few more throws and dunks before she realized he was playing with her and relaxed.

For at least thirty minutes, Kera and Devon splashed each other. Devon would throw Kera, and she would swim back to him 77

under the water, only to dunk him. Kera was heading back toward him for another attempt when she stopped suddenly. A change came over her, one that he could see in her eyes.

Devon saw the change in her face. For the brief time they were playing together, he got to see her laid back, having fun, and really enjoying herself. Now he saw her expression drop and her protective shell go back up. Obviously having fun was something she didn’t do often.

“You okay?” he asked.

Each emotion running through her showed on her face, making it so he could read her like a book. Kera glanced away from him and started to swim to the other side of the pond. She managed to make it to the edge before he wrapped his arms around her waist and dragged her back against his chest.

“Let go,” Kera murmured half-heartedly.

Devon turned her around to face him. “I don’t think so.”

He locked his lips to hers in a burning kiss as hunger rose between the two of them. For Devon, it was the hunger to taste her, to possess her, and to brand her to him. Tongues started a mating game of their own, fighting for the power to dominate the other. ’Roaming his hands over her body and wrapping her legs around his hips, he continued to kiss her.

Devon strolled back toward the other side of the pond where a large, flat rock rested. He seated her upon it as he continued to kiss her deeply, inching her closer to his body. She felt so good in his arms, matching his hunger and need. Every time the head of his cock brushed the hot wetness between her legs he had to fight himself not to push his way into heaven, not to make them whole and complete.

Kera, for reasons unknown, broke the kiss. “No,” she breathed out as she tried to push him away. It was a very poor attempt. “I can’t—we can’t.”

Devon cradled her face in his hands. He pushed her head back to expose her neck to his mouth. Even though she told him no, she was still holding onto his chest, fingers digging into his Pecs. Slowly, lightly biting down, he nibbled on her neck, then licked and blew on the reddened skin. In this manner he worked his way to her tempting breasts.

He nudged her down and trailed his mouth along her body, 78

pausing to suckle on a nipple as he went. The head of his cock bumped against the heat of her pussy and twitched, wanting to sink into the wetness, but he held off. The urge to taste her sweetness was a powerful drug, one that caused a battle within, one he planned to win. His body demanded he sink into her, but his senses wanted to taste every inch. He wanted to love her body the way he should have loved her the first time.

“Devon…” Kera said breathlessly.

Devon sucked a nipple hard into his mouth, bit the tip, and then twirled his tongue around it. She cried out in pleasure as he took her other nipple into his mouth and did the same thing.

“Not right,” she moaned out.

Devon popped the breast he was sucking on from his mouth.

Clasping her leg, he wrapped it around his hip as he licked the valley between her breasts up to her neck. Very lightly, he moved a hand to her entrance to test the wetness. His cock swelled more as the outer lips soaked his fingers and her scorching heat tempted him.

He kissed her, hot, deep, and, demanding, skimming his way up her body, rubbing the head of his cock against her dripping lips, letting them drench him. He readied her for his penetration, winding her so tight that when he surged into her, she would scream with pure bliss. Oh, having her juices run along his throbbing cock felt heavenly.

Even though this was not the first, or even second, time he would be entering this sweet tight body, it sure felt like it. He groaned into her mouth as wet heat closed around the head, burning him with pleasure. The muscles of her vagina gave only slightly as he tried to push more into her before he realized Kera was trying to push him out instead of letting him enter.

“Don’t fight what’s between us,” he said against her mouth.

He moved a hand between them and played with her sensitive, swollen clit. “You’re wet for me, in need of me. We fit together.”

Her hands moved to his shoulders in a defensive motion and Devon placed more of his weight upon her body, holding her hands between them. Her silky skin rubbing against his was close to his undoing. He pushed another inch into her silky heat and groaned again as her muscles stretched to accommodate him. She was so tight, so hot, that the way the muscles stretched 79

for his thickness felt like the first time he had entered her. The only thing missing was the tissue claiming her innocence, the innocence that was now his.

She closed her eyes, parted her lips slightly, and arched her back as much as she could with him on top of her. He pushed more into her as she wrapped her legs tight around his waist.

Devon smiled. “Is that the spot?”

He rotated his hips in a slow circular motion as he inched farther inside of her, doing everything he could to make this pleasure last longer. His full attention was on her face as he moved his hips, noticing when he again hit the one spot that sent tremors running through her body, tremors he felt against his sensitive, throbbing cock.

“Please!” she cried, digging her nails into his shoulders to pull him closer.

Devon nibbled then licked her on her earlobe. “I’ll give you anything you want, as long as you don’t try to run again.”

He jerked his hips, pushing another inch inside of her and rubbing the newly discovered spot to excite her. He found he loved to tease her, loved to make her as hot and as wet as he could. He wanted to make her want and need him just as much as he wanted and needed her.

Many other women in his past had bodies men drooled over, but this was the one and only woman who would ever satisfy Devon to the fullest. This was
his
dream come true. Kera’s passionate nature equaled his.

With another sharp push of his hips he buried the rest of his cock to the hilt, triggering her first orgasm. As she screamed her vagina tightened brutally around his cock, making him moan as well. The hold her pussy had on him when her pleasure hit was all he ever needed to make him want to come back and do it all over again. Nothing
ever
gripped him so hard and had him pushing his own release back, like Kera did.

Devon bit his lower lip to hold back the urge to let his orgasm loose. His balls tightened as she clenched to an almost painful point before easing. And still the tremors within her rippled around his cock like tiny fingers massaging his shaft.

“You are so hot and tight,” he moaned as she moved her hips slightly. “This is not going to last as long as I would like.”

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He braced himself against the rock and watched her face as he slowly withdrew from her heat, smiling at her pleased cries as the head rubbed her spot again.

“I believe that would be your G-spot,” he told her, his voice thick with desire.

Opening her eyes, Kera looked at him through a glaze of lust as he slowly slid back into her. Another sharp intake of breath let him know he brushed her G-spot.

“And again, that’s the spot.” He grinned, watching her eyes close again as her body stretched to hold him tightly within.

“Let’s go for a ride.”

Kera snapped her eyes open as Devon rose up on his hands. His legs pushed hers farther apart as he moved up on his knees. He glanced down at the junction of their bodies, mesmerized by his cock sliding in out of her sheath.

“Feels good!” he moaned watching as he slipped back into her heat, feeling the tightness close around him like a fist.

Keeping a slow, steady rhythm, he loved her with his body. “You are so fucking tight!”

“Noooo!” The end in sight, Kera cried out as another set of spasms rocked her.