Daryk Warrior (12 page)

Moments smoothed one into the other. She groaned softly as
he rolled to the side. She wanted to draw him back and to beg him not to stop.
Yet she understood why he’d withdrawn a little, why his gaze asked questions.
She hadn’t said the words signaling her total acceptance.

“Please.” Mia’s voice sounded strong to her own ears.
“Please make love to me.”

“By the god, I thought you’d never say it.” Eryk’s voice was
rusty with harsh emotion, echoed in the fervency of his gaze. “Say it again. I
need to know I’m not dreaming. Say it so I can take off these trousers.” A
smile curved his mouth. “So I can touch you, taste you the way you deserve.”

She did one better. Her body was alive in ways it never had
been before and she writhed in his arms. She wanted his hands all over her,
teaching her everything about sex. She reached down and pulled her filmy pants
off her legs and tossed the garment aside. She lay naked, exposed. Once she’d
thought shame would touch her when a man saw her completely naked, if a man
ever saw her this vulnerable. But no. On Magonia there wouldn’t have been a
time like this with a man like Eryk.

Mia reached for his face, cupping the stubble-rough jawline.
“Take off your trousers, Eryk. Show me what making love is like. What it means
to love this way at least once.”

“Draconus.” The word came out sharp, a definitive curse. “If
you allow it, it will be twice. Three times. As many times as you want. I will
thrust inside you until you come again and again.”

The fervency of his promise made her tremble inside with
added excitement. Another hot rush of moisture dampened her pussy lips and made
her ache high inside her core.

Mia trembled on the brink of a miraculous step, having shed
inhibitions and worries. Happiness burst forth. “Yes. Yes. A dozen times yes.
Make love to me.”

He smiled, a brilliant grin more handsome and wonderful than
she’d seen on his face before. Eryk left the bed and turned away from her. He
drew off his trousers with quick movements. As light from the single candle
near the bedstand illuminated his naked, broad shoulders, she couldn’t turn
away from the sight of muscles rippling down his back and the taut, hard
structure of his buttocks. He turned toward her and golden light danced over a
masculine form more glorious and amazing than she could have imagined. She’d
seen his chest and stomach muscles before and caught glances of his hard flanks
and powerful calves.
But oh. Oh.
The dark hair on his chest fanned over
his stomach and arrowed down. Down to spread in a bush around his cock. Yes,
she’d heard and read these instruments of male possession were referred to as cocks.
Penises. Other titles. His manhood, so thick, erect and long. It stood upright
against his belly and the shy part of her wondered how his cock could fit
inside her.

Cock. Yes indeed.

“It’s so big,” she said without thinking.

He laughed softly. “It is no bigger than any other Daryk
One’s.”

“Oh my.”

His smile remained. “It’s for your pleasure. And I know how
to use it well.”

As she looked up into his eyes the red was there, burning
for her, asking her to take him. A Daryk One. A forbidden man in an act she’d
never believed she’d experience. He climbed into the bed with her, covers drawn
back, exposing her body. Tenderness made her reach out and want to please him.

“No.” His low voice, raspy with arousal, denied her. “This
is for you first.”

The idea amazed her as nothing else had. Under his kisses,
his touch, she always forgot. Always allowed passion to mask all worries. She’d
do the same now. He drew her to his side but far enough away he could caress a
slow, hot path from breastbone to breast. He didn’t cup or touch her breasts so
much as skim the outsides, exploring with his gaze too. Hot red desire seemed
to boil from inside her to match the heat in his eyes. She yearned, wanting his
touch beyond anything else. Her body moistened, sweetening the ache between her
legs. Closing her eyes, she fell into his exploration. Felt. Enjoyed as his
touch traced over her neck, around her ears, his lips following increment by
increment. Featherlight brushes of skin on skin. Mia drew a deep breath,
shivering with delight when his breath teased her earlobe and cheek. He swept
his tongue over one nipple and she gasped at the wonderful delight. She opened
her eyes to a sight more staggering than any she’d seen before. His dark head,
his lips molding her nipple. He sucked and flicked the hard nubbin with sweeps
of his tongue until she tingled. Sweet pleasure burned and she groaned, unable
to hold back. He worked the other nipple, pinching, caressing with calloused
fingers. She quivered as the foreign sensation made her restless. Eager for
more.

More. More.

She grabbed at his shoulders as he sweetly punished the
other nipple with long, wet licks and kept it satisfied with teasing touches.
She writhed under the sensation, hot and overwhelmed.

She realized she was whispering, crazy with wanting.
“Please, Eryk.”

He peppered a heated path down her stomach, touches first
and kisses second. Her core longed for something. She ached, feeling empty and
needing something more. When he reached for her thighs she trembled. He spread
them, staring at her vulnerable place. A flush spread on his cheeks, his lips
parted. Eryk slid down on the bed and before she understood what he planned he
caressed her folds with tender brushes. Mia gasped, astonished by the pleasure
that grew in surges. He slipped two fingers into her wet channel and she moaned
again as he filled her. His lips sealed to hers. He withdrew his fingers and
brushed them over that supersensitive area in the nest of curls between her
thighs and a jolt of incredible pleasure spiked. She moaned into his mouth but
his teasing continued. The pleasure grew deep inside and in the tingling,
private button he reverently caressed. Again and again he gently teased her
button until the pleasure rose so high she gasped and moaned.

She tore her mouth from his just as ecstasy rocked her,
spreading from where he caressed. She shook with the most extraordinary bliss.
Yet as the pleasure settled, leaving her panting and happy, she hoped the best
was yet to occur. He lowered his body between her legs, his head level with her
open femininity. Around them she detected a scent both musky and intoxicating.
She closed her eyes, eager to know the unknown, to receive whatever gifts he
wished to give. He flicked his tongue over her button and she almost shot up in
surprise, writhing at the feathering strokes that tickled and pleased. He
slipped two fingers into her pussy and a sharp pinch made her gasp in surprise.
Licking, he tasted her folds as he thrust his fingers in and out. The sensation
of his fingers caressing the walls of her pussy drove her wild. His fingers
moved easily in her creamy wetness. Pleasure shot through Mia, quaking her
limbs, shaking her to the core as the delicious friction increased. She cried
out at the pleasure.

As she came down from the heady bliss she’d experienced
since they’d begun to make love, he crawled up her body. She opened her eyes as
Eryk settled his hips against hers. His cock teased her folds and she lifted
her hips in reaction. God Magon she wanted it so much. She was held on the
edge, wondering and anticipating.

He cupped her head and looked into her eyes. “Take me, my
sweet Mia. Take my energy and use it for your own. Let me give you life.”

She smiled into those fiery red eyes, feeling power gather
inside her like a force that didn’t belong to her. She drank it greedily,
craved it with a huge hunger she’d never experienced before this moment.

As his thickness edged into her body she said, “Oh. Oh my.”

He frowned. “Does it hurt? I tried to prepare you.”

“It doesn’t hurt. It feels…amazing.”

He smiled and continued and she closed her eyes. Thick and
hard, his cock entered slowly.

“Easy and slow,” he whispered.

“More.”

He moaned softly and buried his face in her neck. He thrust,
pleasuring as he spread her open a little more.

Again he pulled back and she lifted her hips, dying for
more. “Please, please.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

Fire licked at her loins, building higher by the moment.

Eryk pushed harder then drew back until his cock almost left
her wet, aching channel.

She punched at his shoulders in frustration, not knowing how
to ask for exactly what she wanted other than to say again, “Please. Don’t
stop!”

With another growl he thrust again until his hips locked
flush with hers. Eryk’s strength could have frightened her but instead his
power and amazing body drew her into a place of comfort and safety. He rested,
unmoving. She lifted against him instinctively. Wanting more. Wanting whatever
came next with an urge so strong it seemed out of her control, an animal side
to her she hadn’t realized she owned until now.

Eryk kissed her forehead and she palmed his sides, his
silk-over-steel skin. He felt so exquisite around her, over her and within.

“Feel me.” He gasped the words, his voice almost a growl.

As she held on to his back, his hips began to stir against
her, pressing that pleasure button until the excitement stirring within her was
brought to life yet again.

“Magon.” She heard her voice whispering but she couldn’t
hold back. “Yes. Yes.”

He thrust slowly, dragging his hard length back and then
inching deep. Each stroke brought her pleasure higher until he picked up the
pace, thrusting deeper, harder, stronger.

“Mia.” His voice sounded strained, begging.

By now her body moved with his instinctively, hips rising
and falling, searching for a culmination to this beautiful joining dancing just
out of reach.

He arched above her, powering his hips deeper, harder,
faster until the heat could no longer be contained. She screamed as a climax
burst in her center but he didn’t stop. Each deep, hammering push of his flesh
into her pussy made her body long for more. Her fingers dug into his shoulders,
her body singing as she accepted every pounding thrust.

“Come for me again!” he demanded.

As if her body was tuned to him in every way, another orgasm
pulsed up from her center, tightening her body around his with exquisite,
blissful completion. Eryk growled as he thrust and held deep, trembling as he
panted and slowly lowered himself upon her.

Chapter Nine

Eryk awakened with a bundle of achingly beautiful woman in
his arms. Mia’s head rested on his shoulder, her arm was thrown over his waist
and her breath fanning his chest. He caressed her arm, enjoying the softness of
her skin. Draconus, he ached to make love to her again, his cock hard. A
profound change stirred. Instinct awakened deep within that couldn’t be denied
any longer. Being inside Mia, feeling her tight, hot channel clench and tremble
around him… By the god. Of the women he’d bedded before, some had known the
rules of lovemaking, had creatively made him feel ecstasy. But none had blown
his head off with pleasure the way this woman did. He looked forward to
ravishing her body over and over. Panic suddenly hit him and his eyes popped
open. He glanced down, craning his neck to see Mia in her naked glory. Her body
was a wonder. She wasn’t perfect, at least not in the sense some men deemed
perfect. Her shoulders and collarbone looked fragile, her skin so white, her
cheeks too hollow. Her hips flared slightly, her legs long and graceful. No, he
was wrong. Dead wrong. Mia was a beauty beyond compare. Suddenly he couldn’t
imagine another woman in his arms. Only Mia.

Her eyes fluttered open and she dazzled him with a smile.
“Hello.”

He kissed her nose. “Feel all right?”

“Wonderful. I’m…I feel strong. Stronger than I’ve ever
felt.”

Joy bubbled up and he recognized it even though he didn’t
think he’d felt it before. He threw away his vow and rolled her over, pressing
her precious body against his. She smiled up at him.

“What is it?” she asked.

“You’re beautiful, Mia Griffi. The most amazing woman I’ve
ever met.”

Brilliance radiated from her eyes, then tears.

“What’s wrong?” He caressed her cheek.

“No one has ever said that to me before.”

“Men in Magonia must be ignorant to anything but their own
selfishness.”

She sighed but her smile didn’t disappear. “Most. Not all.”
She shrugged. “They are born to think that way. It’s in our culture that men
are considered superior to women.”

“Still, the
all
didn’t tell you how beautiful you
were. Their loss.”

An even bigger smile broke over her face. She ran her palm
over his shoulder, down his biceps and chest. When her touch reached his
stomach muscles he jerked in reaction.

“Umm.” He caught her fingers and brought them up to kiss.
“Watch out. You never know what could happen when you do that.”

Wickedness danced in her eyes. “I do know what’ll happen if
I do that.”

“Then please carry on.” He grinned.

Mia pulled him closer for a kiss. A soul-stirring kiss. She
tasted him as if it had never happened before, as if she couldn’t get enough of
him. It intoxicated him. Made him insane with need for her. Still he restrained
himself, not wanting to rush her. She didn’t seem to care and when her tongue
thrust into his mouth with a bold stroke, he groaned. His cock hardened to
stone instantly. He kissed her with ravenous attention, meeting her tongue with
aggressive thrusts of his own. He clasped her ass cheeks and drew her tight
into his body, grinding his cock against her belly. He groaned and drew back
for air.

“What do you want?” she asked softly, brushing his jaw with
her gentle touch.

“Want?”

She allowed her hand to drift down his stomach again to his
cock. He hissed in a breath.

“This?” she asked, eyes mischievous.

As she circled his cock and squeezed gently, he almost
couldn’t force words past his throat. “Draconus, yes.”

She stroked up and down, squeezing gently enough to torment
him. Gods, if she didn’t stop he’d blow any minute and he’d shock her. He paid
close attention to her expressions as she worked him into a frenzy. Seeing
awakening desire spread over her face made him want to fulfill her wildest
fantasies. But did she have any wild fantasies? He would find out. In the
meantime she palmed his balls, testing and tickling in a way that made him
close his eyes and gasp. Pure lustful excitement took him up and wouldn’t let
him go. He heard his own panting, the moans she drew forth from him.

Her mouth covered him and his eyes flew open. She halted and
looked at him, innocence and curiosity mixed in her expression.

“Draconus.” He couldn’t believe what she was doing. “Don’t
stop.”

With natural skill, she drew upon him as if he provided
sustenance. Her wicked tongue flicked across the head of his cock then licked
up and down the column. How did she know this? He didn’t care. He’d ask later.

She looked up at him as she licked his cock head and teased
it with tiny flicks.

“Mia.”

She didn’t stop, seemingly determined to drive him mad. He
fell into the agonizingly sweet torture as she covered his cock as far as she
could and sucked and sucked, her tongue a wicked tormentor and her hand pumping
him into ecstasy.

Surprise took over his control and before he could pull away
from the sweet torment he burst into shuddering orgasm. He poured hot semen
into her mouth but she didn’t jerk back in displeasure. Instead she continued
to suckle, to lick. He threw his head back as the orgasm went on and on. His
groan, guttural and deep, echoed in the room. When he finally stopped coming,
he opened his eyes and caught her staring at him with pure pleasure on her
face. She licked him clean, and his cock ached with the need for more. He was
still hard.

“By all that is holy.” He gasped the words. “Come here.”

Before she could even consider moving away, he grabbed one
cheek of her ass, flipped her under him and wedged his hips between her thighs.
He teased her hot, wet pussy opening with his cock head. She squealed but it
was a sound of delight. He couldn’t hold back another gasp of soul-shaking
pleasure as her soft opening tempted him.

“I must fuck you.” His voice sounded rough and heartless to
him but he couldn’t seem to control himself. “If you don’t want this, tell me.
Tell me now.”

Her lips were parted, her cheeks flushed. She slid her
fingers into his hair and held on. “Please. Take me.”

With one sure, deep thrust he plunged between her pussy lips
and anchored straight to her womb. Her moan of pleasure spurred him on and he
began a hard pumping. Her legs twined around his waist and he rested above her
on his elbows. With one heated movement after the other, he thrust. He closed
his eyes and savored the madness. Her creamy heat was so tight around his flesh
he thought he might die with excitement. He couldn’t take much more. Shaking
and gasping, he abandoned all thought and sank into Mia’s welcoming body again
and again. He wanted to brand her, to somehow show her that she couldn’t escape
him. That he’d own her in body and soul from here to the end of time.

“You’re mine,” he managed to rasp.

Her eyes opened, widened, and her lips parted. She threw
back her head and cried out. He gritted his teeth as he witnessed her pleasure
and drowned in the erotic sight.

As the pleasure started to overwhelm him he growled, “Oh,
fuck!”

As her tightness trembled and pulsed around his cock, he
fucked with everything he had until he came with a feral shout. Eryk poured
into her, muscles trembling as he pushed as deep as he could and held himself
against her womb. Repeatedly his cock filled her with his cum, offering her his
essence and life.

They collapsed into each other’s arms, sweating and panting.

“That was…indescribable,” she said, still gasping.

He laughed. “It has never been like that for me.”

“Really?”

He rolled to his side and propped on one elbow so he could
see her as she lay on her back. “Never before.”

She looked pleased and happy, her smile broad and the flush
on her cheeks still high. Draconus how he loved making her smile.

“Where did you learn to do that?” he asked, wondering if
that sick Janto bastard had forced her to give him fellatio. “I mean, to suck a
cock like that.”

She sighed, the sound contented. “I read it in a book when
no one else was looking. It’s amazing what one can learn from books at an early
age. Some of us snatched forbidden texts out of Janto’s personal library.”

Eryk grunted. “Figures that bastard would have books on
sexuality.”

“Did it please you? I mean, I know it pleased you but…”

He cupped her face and ran his fingers through her hair.
“Pleasure is a mild word. You can do that to me anytime you want.” A concern
pierced him. “Do you feel all right?”

Her smile was as golden to him as a new dawn. “I’ve never
felt better in my life.”

He wanted to believe she felt well but he saw another
emotion haunting her eyes and knew something unsettled remained inside her.

* * * * *

“I need to wander about on my own. Everyone here knows that
I’m yours.” Mia didn’t like saying that out loud. She did feel owned by Eryk,
and right now that didn’t settle well.

They stood in a face-off near the door to their
accommodations, a larger set of three rooms that was given Eryk shortly after
they’d arrived at the castle. A week had passed and she’d started to feel
cooped up and restless.

Eryk planted his hands on his hips, a stern look in place.
“You have everything you need here.”

“Everything but freedom. If I can’t go where I please then
living here is no better than Magonia.”

Anger flashed in his eyes and for a cold moment she recalled
a dismissive, furious look in Janto’s hard eyes.

“It isn’t like living there and you know it.”

Anger came forth easier these days too. “It is if I have no
freedom.”

He stalked toward her and she took a step back, her heart
leaping.

Eryk immediately stopped, his eyes warming with concern, his
brow furrowed. “Mia, what’s wrong?”

She rubbed her arms and turned away. She found the shawl
he’d bought her the day before and slipped it around her shoulders. It was one
of many items he’d bought her this last week, mostly clothing. He’d included a
brush and comb and even a jeweled bracelet. The gifts had surprised and pleased
Mia. Right now though, his gifts meant nothing if he insisted she stay
cloistered. She must make him understand.

“You stepped away from me,” he said. “Why? You haven’t done
that in some time.”

He was correct. The last few days she’d even approached him,
shown him affection and given him kisses with a boldness that amazed her.

“Why do you want me to stay cooped up?” she asked.

Hesitation danced across his face. “Your health.”

“I’m fine. Our activities…” She swallowed. Since they’d had
sex at least twice a day, she’d become less inhibited with each encounter. “Our
lovemaking has kept me healthy.”

He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. “There’s
more to this. I spoke with other Daryk Ones and information of a disturbing
nature has come to light. A massive invasion of Grimnald Castle is scheduled
for a day or two hence.”

Her mind zipped from one possibility to the other. “And
you’re going to Grimnald to fight for its safety? From the rogues?”

“Tomorrow. Yes.”

Her mood sank and she settled on the pallet. “Oh.”

“So you understand now.”

“You’re afraid if you’re not here to protect me, something
could happen.” Wonderment eased away some of the resentment of the situation.
Eryk worrying for her brought Mia some satisfaction. “No man has ever cared for
me before.”

“Never?”

“Not the way you do. It is…amazing.”

Doubt entered his face but she allowed him his delusion. He
might not understand how his protection made her feel but she could explain
what she felt. Something else, more primitive and male, shimmered in his gaze.
For a moment she imagined he’d take her there and then. This week she’d felt
better than she had in months.

“There’s another reason why I don’t want you to leave these
quarters,” he said, obviously ready to be done with the other subject. “Leadios
Castle’s leader believes that maybe Drakus Fina is right and that we should
kidnap Magonian women and breed them.”

Her throat tightened at the idea. “Oh Magon.”

He nodded, his expression a little pinched.

“I’ve heard that Rechard Oldman, the leader of the rogues at
Ledios, has a twisted respect for women. He won’t harm them but he believes
Magonian women should be convinced to breed with Dragonian men. If war comes,
I’ll have to take you somewhere safer.”

“Safer than here?”

“Yes.”

“Where?”

“Anywhere isolated from the conflict.”

Unease built inside her. “But you’re needed here. You
couldn’t take me somewhere when people are relying on you.”

“I’m not the only Daryk One here.” With a shrug, he
continued, “I need to leave for a few hours to talk with some other Daryk Ones
outside the castle. Garess Arch has set up a meeting. We could be gone as long
as tomorrow morning.”

“Outside the castle? Why outside?”

“To assure there are no spies listening.”

“Of course.” She smiled, not wanting him to see how
uncomfortable this idea made her. “Asam is coming by this morning to see how
I’m doing.”

He clasped her shoulders, the warmth and concern in his eyes
easing some of her trepidation. “How are you doing?”

She knew what he meant—was she feeling weak again? Part of
her reveled in his concern and the other hated to worry him. “I feel very good.
I feel normal.”

He drew in a deep breath, his face easing into a relieved
smile. “Good.”

He went to the table near the door and retrieved his sword.
He strapped it on. “You have the knife I left you?”

“Yes.” She went to the door with him and when he unlocked it
she reached for him. Fear made her needy, a little desperate for reassurance.

He drew her close and kissed her with a tenderness and…love?
She didn’t know. The idea drew tears of joy to her eyes and realizing that she
felt the emotion made it worse. Magon, what a time to acknowledge such a thing.
She knew without a doubt she couldn’t let him leave here without him knowing
the truth.