Alistair’s Bed (8 page)

With Alistair though, it was all so different. Her heart tightened in her chest as she reminded herself again that she had promised to find a way to free him, that what they had was only temporary. Then his mouth was gliding over her skin and his hands were peeling away her jeans and she left rational thought behind.

His hand was between her legs before her jeans hit the floor, his talented fingers slipping between her already wet folds to stroke and tease. His clothes vanished and she leaned into him, skin to skin. Keri shuddered, her knees nearly buckling as an orgasm tore through her with the force of a summer storm. His arm wrapped around her, holding her up as she cried out his name, his fingers slick with her arousal.

Before she could catch her breath he had her in his arms, carrying her outside. Alistair looked longingly at the soft grass just beyond the deck, clearly wishing he could reach it. Instead he lowered her to one of the wrought iron chairs and knelt between her legs, his hands coaxing her to the edge of the seat and spreading her thighs wide.

Keri reached for him, her fingers stroking through his hair, brazenly drawing his head down to where she ached for him to be. His tongue flicked rapidly over her clit and she cried out sharply at the pleasure of it. He pressed a finger inside, then two, never stopping the assault on her clitoris with his fast moving tongue. His plan was clear to her; he wanted her to come undone, to lose herself until they were both beyond reason, beyond thinking.

Barely able to breathe, Keri let her head fall back, her eyes closing in bliss as her entire world shrank down to the feel of his mouth on her flesh and the fire his touch kindled deep inside her body. Without thinking her hands left his hair, her fingers wrapping around his horns as she sought something to cling to. She felt Alistair shudder and a wild moan rose up from his chest. He suckled her sweet flesh deep into his mouth, his tongue mercilessly teasing her clitoris as he drove his fingers in and out of her in rhythm that demanded her surrender.

“Alistair!” She moaned his name and her entire body tensed against the orgasm that was building within her. Half wild with need she bucked her hips against his mouth, her inner walls tightening around his fingers with exquisite pressure. He curved his fingers and sent her senses screaming as his teeth closed gently around her clitoris.

She came hard, barely managing to muffle her screams behind her lips at the last minute as body and mind shattered into crystalline shards of pure bliss. Her world went grey; and it was a long few minutes before she could piece herself back together enough to even lift her head and smile down at a very smug daemon, still kneeling between her thighs.

Without a word he rose up and kissed her tenderly, his arms gathering her close and drawing her down into his lap. She let her legs span his, using her body to guide him back, laying him down beneath her as she answered his kiss with one of her own. Neither of them spoke, using touch and gesture to communicate as she straddled his hips, his thick length trapped beneath. His hands found her breasts, fondling them, letting their weight fall into his palms. She rewarded him with a slow circle of her hips, rubbing herself along his cock. When he growled in pleasure she lifted herself higher, guiding him to her opening with slow movements until his thick head was pressed just a scant inch inside her.

Feeling wickedly brazen, Keri held herself above him, loving the way his eyes watched her every move. She felt his cock twitch and knew he was waiting for her, letting her control this moment. A wanton smile curved her lips as she sat looked down at him, letting herself slide down his shaft an inch at a time.

Alistair watched raptly, his eyes never leaving the place that they were joined Finally he arched his hips playfully, making her breasts move. “Bounce for me.” He grinned up at her.

“Brat!” She exclaimed and then broke into peals of laughter.

His hands moved to her hips, coaxing her to move. “I am, though no one but my mother would ever dare say it aloud before today.”

Still laughing, she stuck out her tongue at him and rolled her hips, shuddering as another wave of pleasure flowed through her. Soon she was moving faster, her hands wrapped around his strong wrists to keep her balance.

She rode him like a galloping stallion, his answering thrusts driving him deep inside her as they both raced towards release.

She felt him stiffen and his eyes met hers, the fire burning in their depths a warning that he was nearing his breaking point. His hands left her hips to capture her breasts in his hands, his fingers rolling and pinching at her nipples.

Feeling his hands on her again sent Keri spinning off into another orgasm, her thighs gripping his hips tightly as she ground herself over him, leaning down to kiss him and scream her pleasure into his mouth. Alistair’s hips slammed upward, lifting them both from the deck as he came, his semen pouring into her and she knew that at the same time he took her energy and fed on it until he was sated.

Keri half tumbled into his arms, her limbs rag doll limp and a smile on her face. “That was amazing.” She murmured and brushed her lips to his broad chest. He tasted of musk and salt, both their bodies slick with sweat from the summer sun and their recent exertion.

His arms wrapped around her, holding her to him as they lay together in the afterglow, his hands smoothing up and down her bare back. “You’re amazing. Watching you orgasm is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. If I cannot free myself, then promise me I can watch you do that every day and I will be content with my lot.”

She lifted her head and looked into his eyes. “I promise, if we can’t free you I’ll do all I can to make you happy.” A surge of sadness filled her and she fought to hide her feelings before they showed on her face. “But I know we’ll find a way, and then you can go home.”

He reached up and brushed a strand of hair from her damp cheek, tracing the form of her face with his fingertips. “I hope you’re right, I’ve been gone too long already.”

A gentle silence fell between them, both of them lost in their own thoughts. Eventually Keri moved, separating their bodies with reluctance. “You can’t be comfortable lying like this. Why don’t we go back inside?”

“Your skin is too fair to be out here much longer, already I can see you’ve gone pink.” He touched her shoulder and nodded in agreement. “And I believe I had plans for us in that shower of yours.”

“You’re insatiable.” She informed him with a squeal of delight as he scooped her back into his arms and carried her into the bathroom.

“Incubi usually are.” He grinned down at her. “We have to eat when we can, only those with mates know when we’re going to find our next meal.”

“Oh lovely, I’m a meal now?”

“A very tasty one.” Alistair set her down and swatted her playfully on the rump as he pointed to the shower. “Now, show me how this works, I fear I’m getting hungry again.”

“And you complained I was pushy!” She grumbled playfully as she showed him how to adjust the water’s temperature and turn the shower on.

"The moment she declared the water hot enough she found herself lifted her into the shower by a pair of powerful hands and seconds later he had followed her in, crowding the space with his six and a half foot frame. She reached past him and found the soap, lathering it in her hands and smoothing it over his shoulders, enjoying the excuse to explore his body.

She worked her way lower, keeping the soap away from him despite several attempts to take it from her. “Uh-uh, it’s your turn to be patient,” she informed him with a wink and a grin.

Alistair shot her a disgruntled look and relented, surrendering to her ministrations. Soon he was moaning at her touch, clearly enjoying her attentions as she felt his muscles relax beneath her hands. She was enjoying herself too; letting her hands glide all over Alistair’s sculpted body. She glanced up to his face, noting the closed eyes and relaxed smile on his handsome face.

She let her hands drift lower, saw the catch in his breathing as her fingers caressed his balls. A wicked thought flashed through her mind and she acted before she could reconsider, dropping to her knees and wrapping her lips around his semi hard cock, her soap covered hands cupping his scrotum at the same time.

Alistair startled and groaned, his cock hardening instantly. He leaned back against the tiles of the shower stall, his hips already rocking lightly against her mouth. Hot water streamed down their bodies, adding another layer of stimulation to the experience. Enjoying the power she held, Keri got busy, her tongue stroking over every inch of hard flesh.

“Keri.” He growled her name as she sucked on him hard, her teeth lightly raking over his sensitive glans. “By Styx woman, don’t stop.”

Her response was a low laugh she knew would vibrate through him, and she was pleased to note it made his thighs quake in response. He gripped the soap dish with one hand, the other reaching down to rest on her head, shielding her face from the continuous cascade of water. Over and over her tongue measured his length, only pausing to flick rapid-fire over the tip of his penis, lapping at it until he groaned in pleasure.

As he groaned a warning Keri bowed her head, opened her mouth wide and swallowed him deep, so deep her throat muscles stroked him as she swallowed again and again. She felt him tense and then she was swallowing down his seed, the sharp crack of something breaking nearly drowned out by his roars of pleasure.

Keri was back in his arms before he opened his eyes again, kissing him and laughing as she pried the handle of the soap dish out of his fingers.

“You broke my shower.” She informed him, holding up the broken fixture.

“You broke me first.” He answered her gruffly and lifted her off the floor to kiss her, turning them both so that his back was shielding her from the water. She wrapped her legs around his hips as he backed her into the tiled wall and held her there, his kisses deep and demanding.

Keri’s moaned and the broken handle fell to the bathmat, forgotten as her need for him swept everything else away. His thick cock pressed against her slit and she moaned, gripping him tighter as he rocked his hips and breached her channel by the barest inch before stopping, poised just at the verge of pleasuring them both.

“Again? Already?” She wriggled her body, gaining a scant quarter inch of him inside her.

“Again, already. I’m becoming addicted to you Keri, I can’t get enough.” With that he drove himself in deep, sinking into her wet heat with a low groan.

Keri buried her face into his neck, clinging to him as he took her hard, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the small space. Every nerve ending tingled and flared as he filled her, stretched her body around his. She whimpered in need, closed her teeth on his skin as the pleasure bordered on the edge of pain.

Harder, faster his body claimed hers with an almost brutal intensity, teeth nipping at each other’s skin, marking each other in their pleasure. They came together, two voices crying out in ecstasy and then she’d gone limp in his arms, her head resting against the powerful curve of his shoulder.

“Keri?” Alistair shook her gently; his voice was thick with worry when she didn’t answer him.

With a soft curse he’d gathered her back into his arms and stepped out of the shower. “Keri? Answer me Beautiful.”

She felt like she was floating, and it took an act of will just to lift her head and open her eyes. ”Hi.”

“I hurt you didn’t I?” Regret filled his voice as turned off the shower and reached for a towel, draping it over her awkwardly since she was still in his arms. “I’m so sorry.”

“Hurt? No.” Keri’s noticed her hands were trembling as she took the towel and dried her face. “I think—” She blushed slightly and tried again to explain. “I think that was so good I passed out for a moment.”

Relief replaced the frown on Alistair’s face and then his lips twitched into the beginnings of a smug smile. “I made you pass out? Really?”

“Yes, you did. I’m never going to hear the end of this now am I?” She reached up to smooth the last of his frown away with her fingertips. “You didn’t hurt me at all. I don’t believe you would ever hurt me.”

Alistair set her on her feet carefully and grabbed another towel, drying her off as he spoke. “I would never hurt you intentionally, but you make me more than a little crazy. When I’m with you I forget myself, forget you are a mortal and far more fragile than I am.”

“Hey.” She reached out and lifted his chin so he was looking at her. “When you forgot yourself a moment ago, it was the most incredible feeling I’ve ever had. Being with you is always amazing, but that was something else again. Maybe mortals are tougher than you think, or maybe you’re not nearly as big and bad as you imagine yourself to be, but either way, I don’t want you to treat me like I’m made of glass. If you hurt me, I’ll tell you.”

She stood on tip toe and kissed the corner of his mouth before whispering, “But I’m glad you care.”

*****

All the air left Alistair’s lungs as the impact of her words hit him like a physical blow. He did care. He’d shared the beds of thousands of women, but he’d never really cared about any of them. Not until Keri. A warning sounded in his head, conveyed in the voice one of his oldest mentors.

She’s mortal, you can’t stay with her. She’ll grow old and you’ll have to find other women to feed off of. It never works, you know that. It only ever brings pain and heartache.

He took a half step back and lifted his head, moving out of her reach. Until they knew for certain he could not be freed, he wouldn’t let himself fall for her, or her for him. They had to keep this simple, or he’d break every promise he’d made not to hurt her.

She came down off her toes and moved away from him, her normally expressive face carefully blank. With a casualness he knew was hiding her hurt at his reaction, she asked, “Why don’t I go make us something to eat? I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.”

Alistair followed her out, having conjured a pair of modern jeans and a black t-shirt for himself. “Food sounds good, thanks.”

“That is a very neat trick.” She flashed him a smile that seemed stilted and stiff and got dressed herself, her body language completely closed off. “Nice clothing by the way, if it weren’t for the horns nobody would ever suspect you’re not human.”