Hero Unmasked: 3 (Heroes of Saturn) (19 page)

She nodded and allowed him to untie the fabric. Once removed, he laid his fingers against the burn marks. “Fiona—”

The pain that cracked his voice broke her heart. “Shh. I know. I know, Dhavin.”

His hand traveled up to sweep along her jaw then turned to brush the backs of his fingers over her cheek. Once he began, it was as if he couldn’t stop touching her. From her face down to her hips, his hands told her all the things she saw shining in his eyes, but were trapped behind the tight press of his quivering lips.

As if she was able to communicate any better. Where was she to begin? There was so much to say, so much to discuss. What if she chose the wrong words?

Words. Huh. No, in this case words weren’t enough.

She brushed his hands away from her face and leaned in for a kiss. His arms were around her, pulling her against the warm haven of his body as he slanted his mouth over hers.

Connection. Passion. Need. The rush of blood in her ears. The clutch of his hands on her hips. Fiona wanted Dhavin. Dhavin wanted Fiona. Only action was suitable enough to convey that desire.

When her lungs began to burn she pulled back enough to gasp for breath.

He touched his forehead to hers. “Does this mean I’m forgiven?”

“Yes. Just…don’t lie to me again.”

He smiled, deepening the dimple near his mouth. “I promise. I love you, Fiona.”

“I love you too. Are you really planning on not being the Chameleon anymore? Please don’t stop because of me.”

“I don’t want to quit, but I definitely need to take a hiatus. There’s this girl I’m trying to convince to be mine forever. It will take time to woo her properly.”

“How much time?”

“As long as she needs.”

“Would a sleepover tonight be a good start?”

The joy shining in his eyes lowered to a sinful simmer. “Sounds perfect, but I plan on spending a lot more time, if needed.”

“Good.” She trailed a line of kisses along his jaw. “Who was that man anyway?”

“The last of our kinsmen here on Earth, and until a few minutes ago a friend. That kiss was not part of the plan.” He nipped at her bottom lip. “And you didn’t need to enjoy it so much.”

“I just needed to make sure I was making the right choice. And I did.” She took the keys from her pocket and held them out. “You want to drive?”

“I don’t know how.”

“How to what?”

“Drive.”

A dull throb took residence between her eyes as her brain tried to comprehend his words. “Are you kidding? How is that possible? What about for work?”

His shoulders lifted and fell as if he hadn’t dropped a major bombshell. “I walk or ride as the passenger. You forget I haven’t been here very long. I haven’t learned yet.”

“How did I not know this about you?”

Here it goes again.
Just when she was ready to take a leap of faith, something reached out and strapped her feet back to earth.

The pain in her head began to circle, forming a dizzying cyclone of panic as she questioned her sanity about loving someone she knew next to nothing about.

“Fiona. Fiona. Breathe.” He cupped her face. “Would you love me more if I knew how to drive?”

“I—” Well, when he put it that way… Heat seared her checks. “I may need a lot of time.”

“As long as it takes.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “You’re worth it, Fiona.”

The depth of his confidence scared the crap out of her, but also gave her the much needed push to believe in her strength. And his. Dhavin’s love gave her the wings to fly into the unknown. To soar on the current of possibility and have faith he would be there to catch her when she stumbled.

“Take me home. Tonight, I want to make love to
you
, Dhavin.”

He closed his eyes on a groan. “Your wish is mine,
konkattie
.”

“Are you ever going to tell me what that means?”

The promise in his chuckle sent a delicious shiver down her back. “Not yet. That’s one secret I want to keep to myself for a while.”

“Careful, Kilsgaard. I have a razor and know how to use it.”

His laughter echoed down the alley. “I’m counting on it,
konkattie
.”

Soft lantern light and the colorful splash of spring flowers greeted Fiona as she opened the door to the Anderson’s cottage. Dhavin had been in charge of the decorations, and her man had done an excellent job.

The king-sized mattress on the floor covered in satin made her laugh. “No futon? Where’s the bedframe?”

“There is a good possibility of furniture being destroyed. I thought it best to remove them.”

The unspoken promise in his words had her thighs quivering. The night’s events were about more than a romantic evening spent together. This was like a wedding night on steroids and the expectations of what was to come caused a whirlpool to churn in her belly.

Dhavin wrapped his arm around her waist and nuzzled the area under her ear. “Why are you so nervous? Having second thoughts?”

Lying about her emotions was never an option with him, so she didn’t bother to try. “Sort of. I want this to be perfect.”

“You’re with me, so it already is.”

“Will this hurt?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never done it before, but I don’t think so.” He spun her to face him, his hands rubbed up and down her arms. “Ready?”

The certainty in his eyes drove all hesitation from her mind. “Yes.” She bussed his cheek with her lips. “Give me one minute to set up dessert.”

From her bag she withdrew a fondue pot and a Sterno can. “Why don’t you get more comfortable?” She glanced at him from over her shoulder and laughed when she saw he had already stripped down to his boxer-briefs and was laid out on the mattress with his hands behind his head and his pectorals pulsing.

Talk about a feast for the eyes. Dhavin was all dips and valleys of golden skin that had her salivating for a taste. And that smile. Dazzling white and welcoming. He was perfect and all hers.

Here was a man who loved her, faults and all. She laughed again, filled to bursting with so much unadulterated joy, she swore she was high from the rush.

“Ah, Fiona.” He put his hand on the center of his chest. If she had been from his planet, she’d know exactly how he felt, but since she couldn’t sense his emotions, he never hesitated in telling her how much she meant to him. “You bring me to my knees with one look.”

“I plan on doing more than just look. Let me finish. Don’t move.” Admiring him from the corner of her eye, she went back to her task.

“Hurry.” His hand trailed down his body and disappeared under the waistband of his briefs.

“Believe me, I am.”

It took three tries for the flame to ignite and a nice little blaze heated the pot of caramel sauce. She set the pot on the floor near the mattress then kicked off her shoes and peeled away her socks.

“Undress slowly,” he requested, firmly stroking his cock at a languid pace.

She felt her smile stretch to match his anticipatory grin. Thumbing the button of her jeans open, she slid them down her legs with an extra shimmy for good measure. Her blouse was next to float to the floor, followed by her lacy bra. She cupped the heavy weight of her breasts in each hand and pinched her puckered nipples.

“
Jesu
,” he groaned and sat up on his knees. “You are so sexy. Go faster.”

“Hurry. Slow down. Go faster. Which one is it?”

“Both.” He pulled her down onto the mattress and smoothed his warm hands over her body from neck to thigh. With a firm tug, her panties were ripped and tossed aside.

“Do you always have to tear my clothes?” she murmured against his neck as she traced his pulse with her tongue. “The pretty ones are expensive.”

“If you don’t wear any at all, then it’s not an issue.”

She laughed again and pushed against his chest, encouraging him to lie down. “I’m hungry and you’re my treat.”

“Yes ma’am.” He raised his hands over his head. “Would you like to restrain me?”

“Do I have to?”

“No, I promise to behave.”

“You’d better. Brett lent me the molybendite chain that drains your powers. I’m not afraid to use it.”

“You’d use it too, you little witch. Trust me, you’ll want me at my full strength when I slide inside you.”

He was right, but he didn’t need to know that now.

She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down his legs, biting back a moan when his pulsating cock sprang free and rested on his belly. The head was purple and his bare sac was already drawn tight against his body.

She pressed a kiss to his balls. “For me?”

“For us. Don’t stop. That feels fantastic.”

“Just wait, baby.” She reached for the basting brush she had laid near the pot then ran the two-inch-wide tip up the inside of his thigh.

His legs twitched and his panting grew louder as she continued to make swirly patterns along his erection. When a drop of pre-cum pooled in the slit, she removed the brush and dipped it into the warm caramel. She straddled his waist and painted a line down the center of his torso then followed the path with the flat of her tongue.

With the edge of the brush she traced the double-ring tattoo encircling his arm that signified his status as a royal guard of Skandavia.

“Do you miss your home?” she asked.

“You’re my home, Fiona.” He stroked her cheek with the tips of his fingers. “If I was forced to choose between going back and you? No question, with you is where I always want to be.”

The conviction in his voice brought tears to her eyes, which she hid by returning to her work. Over his nipples and down his sides she painted his skin then licked him clean, making sure to capture every drop of sugar.

When his pleading became an unending chant, she brushed a healthy dollop of caramel down the length of his straining cock. Once he was completely painted, she licked an area wide enough for her fingers to encircle the base, then attacked him with her tongue. As she sucked him into her mouth, the heady taste of his pre-cum mixed with hot sugar pooled in her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she swallowed, making his hips jerk and pressing his cock deeper down her throat.

His speared his fingers into her hair. “Fiona. Stop. Wait, no. Don’t stop. Arg. Stop. I’m going to come, but I want to come in your pussy.” With a growl, he pulled her off and was across the room before she could draw a breath.

His chest bellowed and a red slash graced each cheek as he stared at her with wild eyes. He reached for his cock and squeezed the base hard, drawing in deep breaths.

“Lie back,” he commanded in a voice do deep, she felt the vibration in her clit.

Once she had reclined, he stalked back to the mattress and knelt between her spread legs. He picked up the brush and tossed it into the air, catching it by the handle. “My turn.”

Oh. My. God.

With one hand he cupped her breasts together and painted a wide swath of caramel across both nipples in a single stroke. A circle was drawn around her navel followed by a line across each hipbone. The roughness of his tongue alternated by the smoothness of the brush made her head swim and her limbs feel like molten chocolate oozed in her veins. By the time he pushed her thighs farther apart she was ready to scream.

“You are so wet.” The awe in his voice was like an electric jolt to her libido.

He swirled the bristles around her clit and down the folds of her sex before latching on to the bud with his mouth. His moans vibrated along her skin, extracting more of her cream. “Caramel and Fiona. My new favorite flavor.”

As he supped from the cup between her thighs, Fiona grabbed handfuls of sheet, her sticky fingers adhered to the bits of fabric he had shredded when she had gone down on him. She writhed in his grip, floating on currents of heat. He slid two fingers into her sheath, triggering an orgasm that swept over her like an unseen tidal wave and dragged her deeper into the vortex of pleasure. Dhavin was the only man she knew who could take her from zero to sixty in a heartbeat and leave her aching for more.

Tremors continued to shake through her and her pussy spasmed as he notched the bare blunt head of his cock at the entrance of her channel and pushed, invading her slowly until his smooth sac rested against her ass. The feel of her velvet walls rippling along his hot length was too exquisite. Dhavin’s eyes rolled back and his lips pulled tight over his teeth as her hips rolled, seeking more of the sweet torture.

“Still your hips,” he panted. “I don’t want to come yet.”

“I can’t.” She bucked and locked her legs around his waist to pull him in deeper. “It’s too good.”

“Damn it, woman.” He pinned her to the mattress with his body. “I don’t want this to be over before I’ve begun.”

She laughed. “We can do this again.” She kissed his lips. “And again.” Another kiss. “And again.”

He sank into her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth in time with his hips, and she rejoiced at this break in his control. The heavy press of his body, the frantic lunges as his cock stretched her sheath in a delicious burn, she loved it all. Sweat broke out on their skin, allowing her hands to slip and slide, reveling in the flex of his muscles under her palms.

Suddenly he reared up, shifting so his knees were on the floor and pulled her down so her ass hung off the mattress. At this angle his cock speared deeper, rubbing the sweet spot in her cunt with each thrust.

His hands cupped her breasts. “Fiona. Fiona, look at me.”

To open her eyes felt as if she had to swim to the surface in a pool of warm pudding, the rich thickness of impending orgasm was too addictive to concentrate on anything else.

“Fiona. En la nire de demos, Y tesktsen a mi band brigde.”

She was clueless as to what he was saying, but the intent was unmistakable. Her lungs grew tight and she swore her heart beat out of her chest and rested in his palm as his fingers kneaded her breasts. The language he spoke was so melodic, tears fell from her eyes at the beauty of it, an internal flame ignited in her belly and sparkly lights floated in her vision.

His hips pumped harder and his voice grew more guttural. The only word she recognized was her name spoken on a growl as sweat dripped from his forehead. A white light replaced the brown of his eyes as ripples of rapture speared to her womb.

“Dhavin,” she cried, her body twisting, gripped by the intense pleasure.

“Fiona, in the name of the Gods, I claim you as my bonded mate.” His voice was so low, she felt the rumble in his words more than heard them. “In my hands I hold your life and your love. Two precious gifts I ask you to entrust in my care. In return, I promise to be all things you need. Say you accept me. Say you accept my gift and bond as one for eternity.”

As if she could resist.

The fire in her belly erupted as she screamed, “Yes. Yes. Yes.”

Dhavin’s shouts joined hers. The sound went into her ears and poured down her spine like champagne, sweet and bubbly. Everything he felt, she experienced as well. From the viselike grip of her sheath around his cock to the bolt of electricity that raced up his shaft as his cum splashed her cervix.

With each ragged breath she drifted back into her body and the connection to Dhavin lessened. Somewhere in the distance a creature howled a garbled cry. Was the sound growing closer?

Dear Lord, that was her trapped under the massive weight of a sated man.

With her face smashed against his chest, she lacked the energy to do anything more than sink her teeth into his pectoral to get him to move.

He yelped and rolled to his side, tucking her against him. His hands swept up and down her back, caressing over her hips as her skin cooled.

“Is that it?” she croaked out between sniffles. “Are we bonded?”

“You have to ask?” He laughed and his voice sounded just as damaged.

“I just want to make sure there wasn’t more. If there is, I think I may die.”

He kissed her forehead. “Death by orgasm. What a way to go.”

“Your eyes, they were glowing—” She gasped as she looked up at him. “Hey. A second ago they were white, now they’re brown again.”

Only now the color was different. Gone were the gold flecks that used to sparkle when he teased her and instead a touch of green deepened the color.

“Look.” His lifted a lock of her hair that had darkened to match his nearly black locks. “The mark of the bond. We’re connected now.”

“Earlier, I felt everything you did. You’re right. I am soft all over.”

Her head bounced against his chest as he laughed. “That’s one of the many things I love about you. You’re wonderful. Inside and out.”

She settled deeper into his hold and enjoyed the stroking of his palms over her curves. The incessant blare of his cell phone broke her reverie.

“Who do we get to murder?” she asked without opening her eyes.

He groaned as he stretched his arm as far as he could reach, barely able to latch a finger around the handle of their overnight bag to drag it close enough to retrieve the offending instrument.

“That was Amaryllis. She left a text congratulating us on our bonding.”

“How did she know? I didn’t tell a soul.”

“When she bonded with Lucian, the entire city felt their connection. I guess she felt ours.”