Helion (9 page)

She cried out at the feeling, so overwhelming to all her
senses, but he didn’t stop. He showed her no mercy. He stroked the nub between
her legs ruthlessly while his hips continued his relentless grind until she was
delirious from the combination of pleasure and pain. Soon her wetness was
leaking down the inside of her thighs and she came, hard, her scream loud and
long. Her entire body convulsed, clenching around his cock stilled inside her,
to ride out the orgasm. Gwen was completely transported, as if her body no
longer belonged to her and was just a conduit of pure pleasure. She couldn’t
breathe for a long moment as every nerve ending in her body lit up in ecstasy,
a seeming eternity passing before she collapsed back down to the desk,
depleted.

Apparently that was all Helion had been waiting for. He
removed his hand from her neck while she lay boneless in a heap, still impaled.
He grabbed both her hips in his hands and pulled out, leaving only the head
inside her before plunging, balls-deep, again and again and again. Each thrust
rocked her body and only his iron grip kept her from crashing into the desk
over and over. Another orgasm was building inside her and she weakly grabbed
the edges of the desk, hanging on for dear life. She cried and moaned and screamed
with each hammering thrust into her body but Helion never said a word.

Gwen didn’t know how long this continued. Her world had
narrowed to the throbbing nub between her legs that was pulsing over and over
again, another orgasm starting before the last had even finished. But as she
was futilely trying not to release a fourth time, she felt Helion’s tempo
change. His thrusts became shorter and even more forceful. His hips ground
against her ass with every forceful plunge until her body helplessly splintered
that fourth time—only this time he came with her. Gwen felt him erupt inside
her, his shaft lodged against her cervix as his essence shot deep inside, surge
after surge of hot heat her body greedily soaked in until he rested quietly
against her.

As Gwen lay panting against the desk, she took stock of her
body. Sore ass, weak knees and a burning inside her channel she knew wouldn’t
be fading anytime soon. She felt bruised and exhausted and absolutely sotted
with the pleasure still running up and through her veins. She’d never had
orgasms like that in her entire life, ones that literally left her wrung-out in
a heap, unable to move.

Helion was softening inside her but made no move to slip free
of the clutch of her body. Gwen didn’t want to think about what had just
happened, was in fact desperate to get away from him so she could just process
everything that had occurred—the best sex of her life. But that wasn’t to be.

Helion leaned over her again, draping himself across her
back. She could feel the press of his cold armor against her. He’d fucked her
with all his battledress on. The contrast of the chill of that armor to the
heat of his cock burning her from within was mesmerizing. Then he touched his
lips to her ear, causing a shiver of sensation that cascaded down to her still-pulsing
sex.

“Two battalions of Scourge are headed in this direction, my
lady Gwen. Had I not come for you, both you and your daughter would be dead.”

His words were almost gentle but they chilled Gwen to the
bone. She’d done it again, put her daughter right in the path of danger, and
again Helion had come to the rescue. No wonder he had been so enraged. Gwen
banged her head against the desk, hard. How ridiculous and incompetent she must
seem to this Keeper. He offered protection and she’d run from him, away from
the safest place in the city, just because she’d feared not just his lust, but
her own.

“You will give me your vow now that you will not repeat this
foolishness. My word is good—you and your daughter will be protected until I
can ensure your safety and comfort.” The words were soft but the inflection was
hard, as were the hands that tightened painfully where they still gripped her
hips. He seemed ready to squeeze the words out of her so she rushed to assure
him.

“I swear, I won’t try to escape again,” she gasped, out of
breath from her marathon of orgasms. Her sex was still spasming from the last
one. She would no doubt have melted into a puddle on the floor without Helion’s
support. Gwen wished he would withdraw his cock though. It was too intimate
being joined with him like this once their passion had been spent. Steven had
always rolled right off her and fallen asleep but Helion wanted to have a
conversation.

“Can you please let me up now?”

“Just one more thing, my lady,” came his languid reply,
followed by him pushing his hips flush against her ass again, surprising a
grunt from her. “You said I was without honor, that I would take you without
consent. You said my men aroused you, not I. I’ll have an apology for the first
and you will admit to lying about the second.” He pushed his hips hard against
her again and this time she could feel his cock again hardening inside her. She
couldn’t go through that again, not so soon.

“I’m sorry!” she cried out, clenching her legs together in a
futile attempt to push him free of her body. But he simply kicked her legs open
and shoved himself deep again, deep enough she could feel his balls against her
ass. It was a clear threat.

“And?”

God, he really was going to force her to admit it was him
and only him who cranked her arousal. She didn’t want to make herself that
vulnerable, to admit to him this bizarre attraction she felt was solely focused
on him, someone so far out of her reach he was literally the moon and stars.
Laying herself bare like that…she didn’t want him to know she was starting to
have feelings for him. So she stayed silent.

Helion realized Gwen wasn’t going to admit her lie when she
turned her ear away from his lips and gripped the desk again with her tiny
little hands. He’d told her he could smell her lies, so she’d opted not to
speak at all. Smart, but annoying. When she’d spoken of the other Keepers, he’d
smelled her lie then but he wanted her to admit it, to be honest with him.

After he’d been informed of her desertion, he’d been so
enraged by her foolishness he hadn’t been able to control the obsessive lust he’d
felt from the moment he’d met her. He wanted to hear her admit she felt the
same way, that only he made her feel this way. Helion wanted to taste truth
coming from her lips now, instead of lies and evasions. When she had
apologized, that had tasted true. Gwen was sorry she’d put her daughter in harm’s
way. And when she’d vowed not to attempt another escape, that too had been
true. But now she balked at admitting only he made her body sing. It made no
sense. Unless she had something to hide.

Before he could ponder it further, Mithrain lightstepped
back into the room. Helion almost grinned at the look of shock on his brother
warrior’s face before he schooled it to impassivity. He gestured for Mithrain
to give his report, even as Gwen stiffened with embarrassment. She tried to
separate their bodies but he put a quick halt to that, pushing her shoulders
back down with his forearm while his hips forced hers to still against the
desk.

“Report, Mithrain,” he said, enjoying the feel of his lady’s
embarrassed squirming on his cock. He gave a lazy thrust of appreciation. Really,
his Gwen was so uptight. Not that he normally invited anyone to watch his love
play with a woman. Indeed, if his body wasn’t covering all exposed areas of
Gwen’s body he would have been enraged at the interruption. But he wasn’t
displeased Mithrain knew he’d claimed the woman.

“My lord, everything is in readiness for the battle. The
Scourge are about a thirty-minute march from the camp.” Mithrain kept his eyes
straight ahead, his discretion appreciated by Helion. This behavior was highly
irregular for him but since he couldn’t explain it, he didn’t want to discuss
it. Not even with one of his good friends.

“And Commander Melithan? He has arrived with reinforcements?”

“Yes, Commander, we are seven hundred strong now, more than
enough to deal with those Scourge scum.”

Mithrain’s eagerness to do battle reflected in those words.
Every Keeper on this campaign had a reason to kill Scourge, and Mithrain was no
different. His bow was ready to draw blood.

“Very good. I will return to camp shortly. Tell Verdun to
bring the child to my tent and select ten of our finest to guard it during the
battle. The lady’s safety and that of her child are his personal
responsibility.”

“Yes, Commander, I will see it done.” Fist over his heart,
Mithrain bowed his way out of the room and quickly lightstepped back to camp,
leaving Helion to deal with his recalcitrant female.

Helion could only see the back of her head but he knew her
feelings, could sense them. Shame and embarrassment were at the top of the
list. Then anger, no doubt because he held her, still impaled on his cock,
while he spoke with Mithrain. She’d have to deal with that, however. She
deserved a little embarrassment for risking her life and that of her daughter. His
little human tried once again to push away from the desk and he halted her again,
which resulted in an avalanche of frustration.

“Let me up! You’ve had your fun. I want to see my daughter,”
she snapped, struggling harder now.

And still Helion just stared at her but made no move to let
her rise. Even with the enemy knocking on the door he still wanted her
admission. As much as he was enjoying the feeling of her struggles stroking his
cock, he couldn’t risk their lives by remaining there much longer. If she
wouldn’t admit her lie willingly… He sighed, blowing a gust of air across her
sweaty hair. But then he lifted his chest from her back, bringing instant
relief from the hard press of his armor.

He began to withdraw slowly from her body. Why rush after
all? A hot shower and a few days of recovery were in order for the battering
she’d just taken but unfortunately her stubbornness was going to delay that.
Before long just the head of his cock remained lodged in her snug warmth, and his
woman pushed up on her elbows, thinking the conversation was done and they’d be
traveling back to camp now. How little she knew him.

Finally, he eased himself free of Gwen’s hot channel,
allowing an embarrassing gush of fluid to flow out. He observed that in
satisfaction for a moment, feeling savagely possessive he’d finally marked her
as his. But when he stepped back, Gwen hurriedly straightened and was about to
grab her leggings to pull them back up when Helion clenched his hand in her
hair, stopping her in her tracks. He tightened his grip to force her head back,
then locked eyes with her.

“One last chance, little mother. Admit your lie. Your heat
has belonged to me and me only since we met, not to any of my men. Tell the
truth now.”

Gwen glared at him then and shoved his chest with her hands.
He didn’t move an inch, which he could see made her angrier.

“Are you serious right now? Mithrain said the Scourge would
be here within thirty minutes and you still insist on getting into this right
now? You’re insane! I’m leaving. I need to be with Evie before the Scourge
come.”

Gwen shoved him again, harder this time, relief flaring in
her eyes when his hand slipped out of her hair. The feeling didn’t last long,
however. She was gaping instead as, with a couple of lightning-fast movements,
Helion stepped on her leggings and underwear, then lifted her straight out of
them before turning slightly and pushing her up against the wall. Another
moment saw her legs thrust open and her body lifted by his hands on her ass
until her feet dangled far off the floor.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you, my lady.”

That was all he said and before she could protest, his head
bent down and captured her lips even as his hips thrust forward, penetrating
her aching sex with the full length of his cock. His mouth caught her scream
and each one that came after. Helion pounded her with savage urgency, each
thrust hitting deep inside, throwing them both into an agony of pain and
pleasure. His continued to stab his tongue deeply into her mouth as well,
crudely mimicking his relentless forays into her body. God she tasted sweet. He
could spend hours just taking her mouth like this, if only he had the time.

This was the first time he’d kissed Gwen but he vowed it
wouldn’t be the last. Her body had been made for him and his for her, he could
see that now. Her body was slippery with her own need and both of their earlier
releases, allowing him to plunge deeper and deeper, his hips holding her thighs
wide even as his hands forced her body onto his cock. The friction was so good
they were burning alive together and still Helion wanted more. He took every
cry from Gwen into his own mouth and relished every hard pull of her hands in
his hair, the only part of him she could reach.

Helion wanted this to last forever but he knew it couldn’t.
He accelerated his motions, the tension he felt building in Gwen signaling her
coming release. His hands held her hard against him, possibly leaving bruises,
but Helion was beyond caring at the moment. They both strained toward that
blissful climax, covered in sweat, tongues tangled together, hands gripping.
And finally it broke over them both, Helion once again coming inside Gwen,
flooding her channel and marking her yet further as his. Both were helpless for
a time, twitching and moaning through the tremors and quakes.

Long moments later, Helion finally released Gwen’s lips and
she greedily sucked air into her body in gasping heaves. Gwen looked into
Helion’s eyes now, no doubt seeing his amusement lingering there. It was so
strange, feeling such amusement with a woman, a human, when he’d felt so cold
inside for so long. He cocked one thick white brow at her and waited for her to
speak. She knew what he wanted, what he was waiting for her to say. Helion
still held her up against the wall by her ass, impaled on his still-hard cock.
Realization passed through her eyes that he could do this again and again to
her, until she was the one to beg for mercy. So the smart girl finally
conceded.

“I wasn’t aroused by your men. There, I said it, are you
happy? Will you please take me to my daughter now?”

Helion took a moment to study Gwen before answering her
question. He was relieved she’d finally conceded and answered him truthfully,
because he didn’t have time to school her again. There was just enough time now
to step back to camp and join his men for final instructions and preparations
before the battle. She was a proud female, had resisted him at every turn, and
he wasn’t used to that. Back on his planet he could get any single female he
wanted with the crook of a finger, plus his crown attracted any number of
social climbers who wanted to snare him for a mate. But here, now, this human
female wanted to deny him entirely.

Well, she did desire him. That much had been clear from the
first when he’d smelled her interest clearly even as her terror spiked. She
feared him and she wanted him. The woman was a study in contradictions. He
wanted to learn from her. The little human’s species was so fragile but the tiny
woman fought so hard. Humans could barely get into space, had no idea about all
the other worlds out there, knew nothing of other civilizations. Most had been
arrogant enough to believe they were the only life out there in the vastness.

Helion’s kind had known about Earth and its people for some
time. Keeper scholars had studied them, watched how they developed, learned
their languages and cultures. But they hadn’t wanted to interfere with the
progress of their development. One day they would have made contact, once Eathlings
progressed farther into space. The Scourge, though, had accelerated the
process. They had seen an easy target to maul and plunder, whereas the Keepers
had seen the potential to one day make an ally of this planet. The time to ally
with the humans had come well ahead of schedule and thanks to the circumstances
humanity might never recover from their wounds and accept the Keepers.

Helion intended to scar the Scourge even more brutally
still, starting tonight. Two thousand Scourge would die this night and Helion
didn’t intend to miss a moment. He’d get vengeance for Gwen and her daughter
and for a way of life now denied to them. He gently eased out of her body, not
needing Nathal’s healing ability to sense how sore he’d left her. That caused a
flicker of guilt but one quickly quashed. He might have pushed her to accept
him but she’d done so and had responded wildly to his lovemaking, coming over
and over again so beautifully on his cock. And she would do so again once he
took care of business.

In a hurry now, Helion covered himself and dressed Gwen
again in quick time, watching with undimmed interest as the fitted leggings
covered her voluptuous thighs and round ass. The image of those sweet globes
bouncing with every thrust from his cock would be seared in his brain forever.
Watching his seed trickle down those thighs also gave him a primitive
satisfaction. All the Keepers under his command would know he’d claimed her and
they would keep their distance. In truth, now he’d proven Keepers could mate
with humans, some of the single Keepers would no doubt go on a hunt for willing
human women. Helion wouldn’t grudge them that, so long as they did their jobs.

Finally dressed, Helion wasted no time. He scooped Gwen up
and stepped quickly back to camp. His men stared at them, some even nodding
their heads to acknowledge his claim as he strode into his tent where Verdun
was waiting with a sleeping Evie cradled in his arms. Gwen immediately
struggled to be put down and Helion obliged, watching with hot eyes as she took
her child and hugged her close, placing soft kisses all over her face. Evelyn
seemed pleased as well, waking up with a smile and soft coos for her mother.

Helion was touched by their devotion to each other. Once
again he regretted he’d never had a child of his own. As the only child of
parents who also had no siblings, expanding his family had always been a dream
of his. After a thousand years, though, he was finally reconciled to the
unlikelihood he’d ever be a father. He’d continue to try for an heir, as was
his duty, but his dream for a large family had died.

“Lady Gwen, you will stay here with Verdun. He will protect
you if any Scourge break our ranks and get this far into camp. Do not leave his
sight for any reason, understand?”

He waited for Gwen to look at him and nod, then watched her
startle as she took in Verdun’s battledress for the first time. Satisfied, he
turned to Verdun and let his eyes speak for him. He was putting Verdun in
charge of his woman and her child. He didn’t know what these feelings he had
for them meant but he knew he felt protective and possessive, even tender. And
for Gwen alone he felt a hearty dose of insane lust that had been whetted by
their encounter, instead of assuaged.

Verdun nodded, checking his weapons and communicating with
the men he’d chosen and positioned around the tent via their mind link. Once he
was assured all was in readiness, he took Gwen by the arm and led her to a seat
at the table, away from the walls and entrance of the tent.

“I’ve had a meal prepared for you, my lady. Help yourself. You’re
perfectly safe here inside the tent.”

Helion was almost out the door when Gwen called out to him,
and he turned back. She sat where Verdun had put her but her blue eyes were
locked on him and they were scared.

“Don’t look so frightened, lady. Every Keeper in this camp
would lay down his life to protect you and the child. You will be perfectly
safe here with Verdun, one of my finest warriors.”