Galin (11 page)

“I do love you. And I think my heart stopped
beating when I thought you were covered in your blood. I knew that it was
Valyn’s but it still terrified me.” She shook her head again and he nodded.
“Are you this stubborn all the time, or just when someone tells you that he’s
in love with you? Here I’ve gone out of my way to let you know how I feel and
you’re being…well, being you.”

“You can’t love me.” He laughed slightly and
she crossed her arms over her chest, suddenly pissed off. “Well, you can’t. He
said you were upset. You look just fine to me. What is really going on that you
had to have me calm you?”

“I am calm now that I can talk to you. And
you calm me more than you can know by simply being you.” She took a step back
when he took one toward her. “You don’t want me to touch you? I’ve been
thinking of…when he tried to hurt you all I could think of was what I would do
without you. I cannot live without you any longer, Dusty. I’m so in love with
you…I should like to have an argument with you daily just to see the fire in
your eyes when you are upset.”

“You said you don’t want me. And never wanted
to marry me. Well, I’ve decided that I want a husband. Not you, but I want
one.” He nodded and backed her up more. “You’ll need to go away now. I’ve told
you that you’re not to be around me.”

“I wish to be more than around you, Dusty. I
wish to be buried deep within your body. Giving you so much pleasure that you
cry out with it.” Her heart rate picked up considerably and her breath caught
when he cupped her ass and brought her to his body. She could feel his erection
and wanted more than anything to touch him. “Do you know what it was like to
know you were so near and I couldn’t touch you? Know that you were laying in a
bed so close to me and not be able to be with you?”

“You don’t want a wife.” Even to her ears it
sounded lame, stupid really, when she wanted him so much. “Galin, you’re going
to get into trouble again if you don’t stop. And as much as I’d like for you to
take me, I don’t want anyone to get into any more trouble because of me.”

“I no longer care what happens to me when I
can have you.” He kissed her chin, then made his way down to her throat. Dusty
was almost embarrassed because she knew that her heart was pounding. “Let me
make love to you, Dusty. I want to take you to your bed and have you cry out my
name as you release.”

“Please.” She wasn’t sure if she meant please
take her or please let her come, but she was suddenly in her bed and he was
moving over her. When he took her mouth again, she knew that this was just for
now and right now, that was going to be enough. As soon as the thought formed
in her head she knew it for the lie that it was. Dusty was in love with this
man, more than she’d ever thought possible.

Her clothes were suddenly gone. Her body on
fire for his touch, she moaned each time he touched her with his fingers or his
tongue, yet it was never enough. As his body settled over hers, she felt his
cock and wrapped her feet over his thighs, and rode him that way until he took
her nipple into his mouth and sucked hard.

“I want to tie you to this bed.” She nodded
and felt silken ties wrap around her wrists and then tighten to the bed. Her
legs were opened, and when he rolled his cock over her pussy, Dusty whimpered.
The ties around her ankles had her need spike again. He was not just touching
her now, but possessing her. Claiming her.

Dusty watched as he stood up, towering over
her while he fisted his now naked cock. He looked at her body as if he were
pleased with what he saw, and she wanted to please him very much. Dusty watched
him as he knelt at the bottom of the bed.

“I have never done this before but I have
seen pictures. The man enjoyed himself greatly by feasting on a woman. Would
you like that? For me to feast on you?” Dusty nodded and moaned when he ran his
fingers over one hip to the other one. “I don’t know if I want to drink from
you or bury my cock within you. To do either would bring me so much pleasure.
I’m thinking you would like that as well, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes. For us both to have pleasure.” He
grinned at her and she begged him again. “Please, Galin. I need to have some
relief or I’m going to explode. I feel like you’re touching me already. I can’t
imagine what it’s going to feel like when you actually do.”

“Hum, we’ll have to do something about that
then.” He moved between her outstretched legs and stared down at her. “You’re
very lovely here. Your curls are wet with your dew and your womanhood is open
for me to see all of you. I must have a taste.”

As he laid down and spread her nether lips
open she tried to press her legs together. To be exposed to someone so indecently
was something new to her. But when he flicked his tongue over her clit she cried
out and begged him to take her.

“I should think you’d want me to take my time
with you.” He chuckled when she cursed at him. “Temper, temper, love. We have
only just begun. This is much more…fun than I had thought it would be. To make
you beg me, hearing my name on your lips when you are so close to completion. Would
you like to come, Dusty?”

He licked her clit again, sending waves of pleasure
throughout her entire body before he suckled her into his mouth and bit down. Dusty
cried out her release and he lifted his head when she started saying his name
over and over.

“Take me. Fuck me please. Galin, I’m dying
here. I need my—” Nothing prepared her for the next climax. It ripped her apart
into tiny pieces only to slam her back together to have her scream out again. He
continued to fuck her with his tongue and fingers through three more mind
blowing climaxes before he lifted his head again. Her body was covered in sweat
and she felt as tightly strung as a wire. But even with all her releases, she
was ready for more. Needed more from this man.

“You have given me so much of you.” He sat up
on his knees and held his cock. “I’m going to take you now, love. Fill you with
my cock until you release again and again. Then I will take my own pleasure. I
want to feel you tighten around me, feel you when you milk my cock with your
release.”

“I don’t know if I can’t take much more.” He
leaned over her, rubbing his cock head over her clit and just entering her with
his crown. “Galin, please. Don’t tease me anymore. Take me, I beg of you.”

Galin slid into her like he had all the time
in the world. Every inch he’d stop and withdraw slightly before moving deeper.
By the time he was seated as far as he could go, she was crying again, begging
for something and sweat pouring from her body.

“I will never get enough of you.” She nodded
as he moved in and out of her, his body deep inside of her as he suckled at her
breast, not touching her anywhere else but her pussy and breasts. “There is not
enough time in the world for me to explore you properly.”

“Let me go.” The bands were gone almost
immediately and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Her legs were slightly
sore from trying to wrap around him, and she smiled when she was finally able
to lift them to curl around his body. “Fill me, Galin. I want you to come now,
come with me please.”

His release seemed to be explosive. He cried
out twice as he pounded into her deeper than he’d ever been. When he lifted her
ass up, his body slamming against her clit, she held onto him as she came again
and again. Galin dropped over her even as her body was coming a third time, and
Dusty felt her world seem to fade then come back into sharp focus.

She tried to hold onto him, knowing that at
any moment someone was going to come and take him from her again. Holding onto
him for as long as she could, Dusty almost cried when she felt sleep taking
her. Her heart wasn’t going to be able to stand him not being with her after
this.

“I have you.” She nodded, unable to speak to
him over the pain in her heart. “Dusty, I’m not going to ever leave you again.
This I swear. And as soon as I can move, I’m going to have Boss marry us.
Properly. But I’m not going to leave you again. My heart…my heart can’t take
that sort of pain again. I love you so very much, my heart overflows with it.”

“You don’t have to marry me. But please don’t
leave me.” He kissed her cheeks and she looked up at him. “You said you loved
me; do you really?”

“I think I have forever.” He sat up, resting
his head on his hand. “You’re very lovely all tousled as you are. I’ve never
noticed the spray of freckles that dances over your cheeks, or the small scar
that you have on your nose. I think that you must have been a wonderfully
adventurous child when you were little.”

“My mother used to tell me that she named me Dusty
after the creep she’d had a fling with after Rose’s dad died. I think Mom was the
reason Rose was like she was. From giving her everything she ever wanted
because her father had stayed around for a while. He was…different, from what
she used to tell Rose and me. And he loved them like they were the only people
in the world, I guess. I sort of got left out in that department. Which I was
sort of happy for. It meant that it didn’t hurt me so much when she favored her
over me.”

“She also made you what you are by not giving
you things. You are a very strong and independent person because of it, and
very successful as well. The fact that you have come through all this without
much in the way of emotional scars is because of what you were growing up.” She
nodded and he smiled. “You haven’t said how I look after you have drained me so
thoroughly. Do I look as sated as you are? I feel it even if I do not.”

“You’re not so bad….” She giggled when he
tickled her. But she knew that there were things they needed to talk about. Like
the people in her house when they’d disappeared. “Galin, where are the people
that were here when you…when we…?” She flushed hotly when she thought of what
they’d just done. And in the middle of the day, of all things.

“They have gone home, and it was suggested
that Kip go with Riss and his wife for the night. He is safe with them. As if
he were here with me.” She nodded, knowing that they really loved her nephew
and would never allow anyone to hurt him. “Valyn has also gone to his home. He
will rest there for a few days with someone pampering him. He will, I believe,
milk this for a while longer than necessary. But I owe him and will let him go
for as long as he wants.”

“He stepped in front of me when some kind of
monster tried to take me. I don’t know if I will ever be able to repay him for
that. I’ve never…he could have died.” Galin shook his head and told her he was
immortal like him. Then he held her closer. “What was he, that man who came for
us? And what was he doing here? Surely everyone knew he was coming. I saw…most
of them I could see, though I don’t think I should have. And I was nervous
because of the way Kala was acting. She’s very talkative when she’s trying not
to be afraid, isn’t she?”

“Yes she is. And she babbles as well. But the
man, Markum, came to take you or Kip to give to his master. His master, Anthony,
was…I’m not sure he actually believed Markum, but he did come to see you. At
least that’s what he said. And he claimed that Kip was the boy they’ve been
searching for. There is no such boy, but that idiot Markum will try and
convince everyone he meets there is one.” Dusty looked at Galin to see if he
was kidding or at least exaggerating a little. “I would never lie to you even
if I could. I will tell you the truth forever now. He came here to take you
back with him to gain favor with his master. If not you, then he would have
been satisfied with Kip.”

She tried to work in her mind what he meant.
Dusty understood that it had to do with sex, or whatever they might call it
where this person was from. But to be so uncaring about the entire matter made
her a little sick to her stomach. Not to mention pissed off. She wanted to find
the men and hurt them badly.

“Will he be back? This Anthony person, will
he be coming back here soon with Markum? I’d very much like to…I’m not prone to
violence, but I would learn to be that way for a chance to show them what
happens when you fuck with my family.” Galin nodded. “And the next time, will
he have more…I guess minions with him? People to do the dirty work?”

“He will have an army.” He pulled her close
as he continued, and she was suddenly afraid of the truth that he’d tell her. “And
Anthony was killed. His death will have repercussions that will be felt for a
long time, lifetimes. Markum will pay for his death, and so will many others.”

Chapter 9

Markum barely made it to his room before he
dropped to his knees. Anthony was dead. And Markum knew that he was going to
have to pay the price for his death. It could not have gone more terribly wrong
if he’d planned for it to. Anthony was killed by a protector. And Markum knew
that in some way, it was all his fault. He had to work quickly to figure out
how to blame someone else for this. Or at the very least, make it go away. He
wanted to murder the being all over again, but it was too late for that. Much
too late for that now.

“I didn’t tell him to come with me. That’s
what I’ll say. I said I’d go and he gave me permission but came as well. He
demanded.” Not entirely true but he had insisted when Markum told him of the
beauty. “And as he ranked higher than me, what could I say to stop him? There
was nothing for me to do but to bring him along with me.”

Nothing. He could have, he supposed, tried a
little harder to keep him from going. And maybe if Markum had not hinted so
heavily that he might give him the girl when his master was finished with her
too. But that was neither here nor there. The being was dead and someone was
bound to find out he had just a little to do with it. Those damned protectors.

“That person had to be more of a protector than
I had thought. All of them…how did they know we were coming? Who told them to
be prepared?” That was what scared him so much, Markum thought to himself. “The
man had such power within him that he even frightened me a little. That’s why I
begged Anthony to stop this madness. I told him it would not end well. He
should have listened to me when I tried to warn him.”

Truthfully, Anthony’s death and the man who
had killed him had terrified Markum to the point where he wanted to simply
forget the entire thing and come back here to find the next child. Anthony had
been so…greedy. And not like Markum was, but in a killing mood kind of greedy. He’d
admired it at first, but then things had gone bad, and now…now he had a dead
demon on his hands. Markum told himself that what was done was done. But he was
so fucked because of it.

The door behind him seemed to be blasted with
a bomb, it opened so hard. When it hit the wall and shattered, wood splintered
all over the walls behind him and the floor. He didn’t need to turn to find out
who it was. It would be all over by now that Anthony had died in the other
realm and that he had been with him.

Markum fell to the floor and crawled into a
tight ball. He was sure the wrath of someone important had come to take him. And
he was nearly to his bed when the man spoke.

“Where is he?” Markum didn’t answer the being
that had stormed into the room with his sword drawn and his body alight with
fire. He might have been impressed with the sight he’d made if not for the fact
that he was afraid. “Where is that imbecile? I will run him through for what he
has done.”

“Done, my lord?” The being in front of him
looked down. Markum felt his bladder loosen and he had to cup himself to keep
from pissing himself. If there was something more frightening than this, he never
wanted to see it. “Who are you looking for?”

“Anthony. Where is he hiding out? I know that
you and he went to the other realm. Just tell me where he is so that I may
present him before my lord. He is so pissed…you should see how pissed he is. He
wants him now.” Markum swallowed twice, telling himself that he did not want to
see someone that pissed. The being before him—Oscar the Punisher, he thought
his name was—answered to one person, and that man was just under the management
of them all, Lord Damon. If he wanted to present someone to his lord it could
only mean one thing. That Anthony had—

“He will not be returning.”
The lucky
bastard
, Markum thought. “He was…his life was cut off when a protector hit
him with his sword. You know how they are with those things. It’s the only
thing that can kill one of us. I know that—” He was cut off.

“A mere protector cannot kill a demon. It
matters little what the sword is.” Markum wanted to point out that he’d thought
the same thing but said nothing. “Where is the paragon of strength? I should
like to meet a lowly protector who would dare raise a sword to one of my men.”

“Lord Anthony did raise his sword first, my
lord. In fact, Anthony went there with a small army. His intent was to take a
human as his own.” The more Markum thought about this, the better he liked it.
What was Anthony going to say about his lies? Nothing. He was dead. And now it
was time for Markum to look out for himself. Not that this time was any
different, but he was here and Anthony was not. “Not that I condone what he has
done, but I do believe that Anthony brought his death to himself. He was most
insistent that the human would be his.”

The growl made him whimper and Markum curled
back into his ball. Before he could think about leaving the room, he was picked
up and tossed across the room so hard that he stuck in the hard stone. Markum
nearly tried to free himself but decided that he’d be safer, for now at least,
hanging where he was. He could not be thrown about if he was already plastered
against something.

“You dare judge my men? You would say
something about a man who is no longer here to defend himself?” Markum cringed
when his lordship came at him again. He knew then that he’d been very wrong in
what could happen to him, as he was peeled from the stone and thrown harder
against the opposite one. “I will have you boiled with your own guts for that.”

“Technically, if you boil me, sire, I will
have my own guts already.” The blast of heat hit him in the belly. Markum had
never learned not to correct his betters, and it was forever getting him into
trouble. But was it necessary for them to be so incredibly stupid all the time?
Where was he supposed to store his guts while the man put him in a pot? Markum
decided that at the next meeting he was going to see if he could have a class
set up. Ways Not To Sound Stupid. Markum was thinking of subtopics when pain
tore at his body. He screamed again when his cock was pulled hard, and when he
reached to cover himself for some protection, he was hit again, this time in
the face with heat. He didn’t dare look down, sure that the man had torn his
cock from his body and would have it for his supper later.

“You are going to force me to kill you if you
do not shut your mouth.” Markum nodded, not even sure he could speak again with
the pain in his face. The being started to pace the room and Markum tried to
think how to get out of this. He was just a simple demi-god and he knew that while
he was a great deal smarter than the man in front of him, the man did out rank
him. But before he could think of the no doubt wonderful plan, the being
started talking.

“He will want restitution for this. One of his
own was injured. I do not have the men to let go to take his place. Not that
any would.” Markum started to volunteer himself to whatever the duty was when
the being continued. “Death would be preferable to whatever he wants of him. My
death too if he has his way. To have had one of my own go and do something
so…are there not rules in place for us to keep to? Do we not learn these from
the start? We do not take what is not given to us freely.”

He moved out of the room and the door hung a
little more crookedly on the hinges when he left. Markum waited a full five minutes
before he freed himself from the wall. When he was surveying the damage, he
heard someone come into the room. He was surprised to see the pleasure bitch. His
cock started to harden at the thought of her healing him, but it had nearly
been ripped from his body, and he feared it would never harden again, much less
still be a part of his pain filled body.

“I cannot.” He started to ask her why when
she dropped to her knees and bowed her head. “It has been found out that I have
helped you before. My master is very angry with me that I would dare heal the
likes of you and not him. He said that if I were to come to you again and take
so much pleasure from you that he would punish me for the end of my days. You
will…I came only to tell you what has happened.”

“He’s hurt?” She shook her head. “Then I
don’t see what the problem is. If he’s not hurt now, then you can heal me. It’s
only fair, I think, since you said you’d do it if I needed it. And I won’t mind
if you don’t have any pleasure. In fact, it’s okay if you only give me some. I
mean, it’s the only way you can heal me, right? If you bite me and I come?”

“But he has forbidden it. To give you
pleasure would be most…I cannot.” Markum shook his head and she looked at him,
frowning. “You think that I should defy him?”

“No. I think you should go to him when he’s
hurt, just like he said, but he only said you should heal him. He’s not hurt
and I am. It’s the way he’d want it if you asked him.” Probably not, but he was
hurting and would do most anything to be whole again. And to have her suck him
off, to have her take him into her mouth, was nearly as good as being fucked by
three of the pleasure bitches at once. “If he asks you why you healed me then
tell him to speak to me. I’ll explain to him that you were doing as I told you.
I have a great deal of respect around here, and he’ll only beat you because you
made me wait. You know that’s what he’d want.”

She sat on her knees for several more seconds
and Markum was afraid. If she didn’t heal him, and since it was a being that strong
who had hurt him, then he’d never heal this time. He might as well go to the
other realm again and pick a fight with the protector that had killed Anthony
and let him end his painful life. And if she did heal him, he could have his
cock spray down her throat and he’d think of the human again. Smiling, he
watched the pleasure bitch as she thought over what he had said.

“I will heal you, but you will tell my master
that I have only done this as you have asked? He will not be upset because I
have done this if you were to tell him what you’ve said to me. This is what you
are telling me?” Markum nodded and moved toward her. She put her fingers on his
cock and he felt the pain lessen. She seemed to be examining him very
thoroughly and he was ready to ask her why when she looked up at him. “You will
take more than one bite to heal, I think. I will need to do it several times.”

“Whatever you need to do. Just heal me,
please.” He felt her tongue touch his cock and knew real pain. Before he could
tell her to leave him alone in that area, she took him into her mouth and bit
him hard. Markum was sure that the entire realm could have heard him scream.

~~~

Galin wanted to help her, but she’d told him
in no uncertain terms that if he touched her again, she was going to murder
him. The fact that he had laughed more than likely didn’t help either. But she
was so adorable trying to lift the sword and use it like he had.

“You would be better off with a smaller
sword.” Dusty glared at Michael at his suggestion. “I can fabricate you one if you
wish.”

“If I have a smaller sword, then I have to be
closer to them in order to slice and dice.” Michael looked at him as if he
didn’t understand. Galin tried very hard to simply tell Michael what she meant,
but he was afraid of laughing again. This was more fun than he’d thought it
would be.

“She means to do this and we shall let her. I
think her plan is a good one. The further away she is the better for her.” Boss
appeared behind her. “And a lighter sword does not mean shorter. Here. Try this
one and see how it works for you.”

In seconds, less really, Dusty was holding a
thinner, lighter sword that seemed to fit her hand better as well. His pommel
had been too thick for her and he’d tried to tell her that. But like all things
he’d noticed, she was determined to be proficient in this. As her new sword
started swinging through the air with a great deal more grace, Boss walked to
him. He looked to be finding this whole thing as funny as he. But neither man,
he noticed, laughed at her now. The sword would cut them deeply.

“She is very strong willed, is she not?” Galin
nodded. “I’ve never seen anyone have such a desire to win before. Dusty is
nothing like the other women that are protectors. I think she will do well with
you, and the others will learn from her as much as she will from them. I am glad
that you have decided to wed her.”

“I’m not sure that it’s winning so much as
keeping Kip safe. She’s has it in her head that she’s the only one that can
keep him from being taken by Markum.” Boss looked at him when he cleared his
throat. “I told her that she was immortal now, and she asked me about Kip.”

She’d been upset at first, but he explained
to her that someday they’d be able to keep him with them forever as well. But
he was much too young now and would stay that way if he were to be converted
now. While she was still upset, she understood better.

“You will bring her to me for the ceremony
soon? I have a wish for you to be wed before the day is out.” Galin started to
tell Him that Dusty had no plans of marrying him, but wasn’t sure how He’d take
it. He was still trying to figure out how to get her to say yes.

“I’ve got it.” They both turned back to Dusty
when she spoke. She was working with Arryn now and seemed to be holding her
own. He was shouting moves to her each time he was able to nick her blade and
she was picking up on them very nicely. And Galin thought her the most lovely
creature he’d ever seen.