A Warrior's Perception (30 page)

She arched and whispered,
“
Again.
”

He obeyed without question and rolled her onto her back, taking the other nipple. His hands slid down her sides and eased her legs apart. He slid between them as she arched under his tongue. Her hands were buried in his hair as he pulled up to her lips.

“
Touch me,
”
she ordered,
“
touch me e'erywhere.
”
She kept
her
eyes closed, afraid that the dream would end and he would disappear as he had a thousand times before.

Kagan ran his hands along her arms, her sides and across her delicious breasts. He slid them down to her hips and pushed himself up as he reached between her legs. He felt her hot slick passion as he gently ran his fingers along her curly mound of flesh. His breath caught in his throat as she tugged on his kilt. It came off and she dropped it to the floor.

She took his shaft and tugged back and forth in a steady rhythm. She wanted to please him and sent his body soaring into the heavens with hers. She wanted to enrage his fire and then pacify him with her needs and her wants.

She threw her head back and moaned as he whispered her name. Her name! He wanted her, not one of his lovers. Her delirium cascaded through her thoughts and slammed hard into the wall of her past. Pierre grinned and laughed as she moaned again to Kagan's feverish touches.

She stiffened as he inched his finger forward into her warmth,
“
Donna hurt me Kagan!
”

“
I
will'na
,
”
he promised as he slid inside and she melted under him,
“
My hand will be easy.
”

She tugged harder on his shaft as he carefully made love to her with his hand. She arched with undiluted passion as he quickened his hand. She did her best to pleasure his shaft as he did her. She lost her sanity at some point and screamed at the man who was intoxicating her body with his fingers. Her loins ached and burned with lust and she wanted more of it, more of Kagan. She arched and grabbed his hair, pulling his lips to hers. She moaned and cried his name. Kagan fought to control his need and groaned under its heavy weight.

“
Andra...Andra I need, I want.....,
”
he breathed between her kisses,
“
Let me love ye.
”

“
Please donna stop. Kagan! Please!
”
She cried as she moved with his hand,
“
Why does it na hurt? What spell is this?
”

“
Let me love ye!
”
His order was clear as he moved his hand and pushed his hips between her legs,
“
I need to be inside.
”

Andra arched as his head contacted the folds of her womanhood. She cried,
“
It will hurt! Please donna hurt me!
”
Memories of her body's ordeal taunted her arousal.

“
Are ye a virgin...I ha'e to know,
”
he whispered as he held his position,
“
For the love of Dagma, tell me.
”
If she was not a virgin, he knew he would not hurt her, but if she was, given her present state of mind, she may never forgive him.

“
Aye!
”
she cried as she arched again in unrestrained passion,
“
He did'na take it from me!
”

Kagan body tensed as she continued,
“
Please donna hurt me.
”

“
It will only hurt for a brief time and then it will be over,
”
he whispered as he cupped her face in his large hands,
“
It will hurt when I break ye maidenhead and the pain will ease as I move inside of ye.
”
Kagan would give her the world if she would forgive him.

Her tears ripped through his heart and he rolled off of her hot, wet body. His shaft begged for release and his heart threatened to explode. She opened her eyes and the repulsion of what Pierre had done devastated her.

He urged the courage to continue and found he had none as her tears turned to sobs. He caressed her face and kissed her gently. He tried to smooth away the fear that glowed in her eyes. His warrior heart wanted to kill her enemies and wipe out the reason for her fear.

“
Donna cry,
”
he whispered as he took her into his arms,
“
I will be gentle and try to hurt ye as little as possible.
”

Andra sat upright, pulling from his arms and came to her senses.

I have gone stark raving mad!

She jumped from the bed and pointed to the secret door. Kagan stood and his frown etched deep in his jaw. He stepped to her and took her face in his hands. They stood in silence because neither knew what to say and both knowing exactly what they wanted.

The old man who watched from a
faraway
island, laughed and tugged at his long white beard.

I could not have made a better match even if Fae had ordered it.

A
nd the isle laughed also, knowing that Fae had indeed guided his hand.

Andra forced herself to leave her room and find some comfort in the gardens. As she pulled her door closed, she heard Kagan's voice. She closed her eyes and listened intently to the conversation he was having with someone in his room. His door was slightly ajar and she longed to look at him but kept her eyes shut instead.

“
They are closin' in fast, there's little time.
”
Crimm crossed his arms as Kagan paced in front of his window.
“
The nomads are'na goin' to give up this time, Silt is in grave danger. They ha'e pulled together their best weapon, vengeance and they plan on using every ounce of it. Silt sits in his castle, carefree and sure that King James intends on savin' his sorry hide again.
”

“
Do ye think he is worth savin'?
”
Kagan grinned at the thought of Silt tied to his throne being poked by cinders,
“
Would'na givin' him to the nomads solve all the troubles we've had in the last ten years?
”

“
They mean to attack the castle...they will kill e'eryone in their path,
”
Crimm stated as he leaned into the wall,
“
We can'na allow the women and children to be involved in this.
”

Kagan's expression turned grim,
“
Nay, we must'na allow such. We ride at sunset. Ye get some sleep, ye'r goin' to need it by sunset tomorrow.
”

“
Ha'e ye a plan?
”
Crimm asked through a stifled yawn.

“
Aye, a most befittin' one.
”
The warrior within Kagan grinned, looking forward to the battle that approached and his steel gray eyes emerged as the fire from his soul raged through his body.

Crimm turned and left the room. He stood at the edge of the steps when Andra spoke.

“
Crimm?
”
She hesitated as he turned to her.

“
Aye, little sister. It is good to see ye. I trust Kagan is treatin' ye well,
”
Crimm's eyes were heavy with weariness,
“
We must talk when I return from ....
”

“
From war? From brutal killin'? Is that all men think 'bout?
”
Andra walked past Crimm and descended the stairs,
“
In case ye donna return, I want ye to know that I will'na wed Kagan and it was I who wounded ye friend Pierre.
”

“
Pierre was'na my friend. What did he do to ye to cause ye to harm him or do I want to know?
”
Crimm yawned again and dropped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer,
“
I missed ye little sister and ha'e worried a great deal on ye account.
”

“
And what of Pierre? Donna ye hold his injuries against me?
”

“
Nay, ye protected yeself from the bastard, he got what he deserved.
”
Crimm tightened his grip and whispered in her ear,
“
I am sorry that I was'na there to protect ye as I should ha'e been, I will'na e'er forgive myself for lettin' him hurt ye.
”

Andra eyes misted and tears stung the back of her throat as she spoke slowly and low enough that only Crimm could hear,
“
It was not your fault. He took father’s words to heart when he told him to teach me how to protect myself from men and I listened.
”

Crimm's laugh was low as his smile wrapped around her words of Fae tongue,
“
Seems to me you listened well Ell'andra of Vacrey.
”

“
Did he suffer a great deal or did the old woman take care of his wounds?
”
Andra's voice cracked with humiliation,
“
Did he live?
”

“
For a short while...
”
Crimm words were cut short as Kagan bounded down the steps.

“
I told ye to get some sleep.
”
They both turned to Kagan as he met them at the bottom of the staircase,
“
Reunions can wait, sleep can'na.
”

Andra gave Kagan an icy look and took Crimm's hand in hers. She walked in silence to Crimm's awaiting room. They hugged and she kissed him on the cheek,
“
Promise me ye will return soon.
”