Master of Desire (21 page)

Without speaking, they rolled  to their sides, back to their earlier position, and  Teesia reached again for Laene’s shaft, pulling it back toward her lips. But soon hermouth grew too tired  to continue, her body  finally beginning to  wear out from so much vigorous sex, so she urged him down, nestling the wet rod between her breasts, which she squeezed around him. Both men moaned  at the  sight and  Laene began to slidebetween. One more way to be fucked.

Sated and exhausted, she still reaped grand pleasure from the two cocks, nowcrying out louder with each lovely assaulting thrust from both.

Soon, though, Laene’s moans overpowered  hers, until he  pulled back and shot warmly onto her  breasts, jagged spurts of  hot white  fluid that both men immediately began to rub into her. Into the two mounds,  caressing, massaging, and into the soft skin of her belly  below—and she shut her eyes at  the warm pleasure, until she realized Ralenwas close to  exploding, too.

“Ah, Ares,
 
now
,” he said. “I’m coming for you, my vixen, coming so deep inside  you.” His breath was ragged as he drove into her, four last brutal thrusts that she accepted with raw delight.

As Ralen slowly withdrew a moment later, she became vaguely aware that he was removing her tail, as well, but she was too  exhausted to comment or care. As her eyes began to drift shut, Laene’s hands cupped her face and he bent to deliver a gentle kiss to  her lips. “Your mouth took me to heaven, lady,” he said with a soft, appreciative smile.

She managed a grin back at him, then looked  around to find her husband behind her. “You
 
both
 
took
 
me
 
to heaven. I could have  sworn I saw Ares Himself.”

She knew nothing more then but the sweet sensation of seeming to sink deeper into the bed as her eyes fell shut and her master’s strong arms closed around her from behind.

* * * * *

Later, after a long, luxurious nap, Ralen brought her sweet bread  and chocolate and they ate in bed by candlelight. Once the food  was gone, they settled into each other’s arms, but the candles stayed lit and Teesia found herself peering up  at the  two of themin the viewing glass above the bed.

“Will you tell me about Laene?”

Her husband leaned  in from behind to  kiss her neck, his arms circling warm beneath her breasts. The fur coverlet was  pulled to their waists. “What would you like to know about him?”

“Is he your friend? Or does he work here at the fortress?”

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“Like Shaena, both. Although he was my employee before he became my friend. He hails from inland, the  mountain country, and  came south to seek a spot in my father’s army when he was but sixteen years old. My  father doubted a boy so young could be an  asset, but the man had no foresight. He was a…well, a narrow-minded, very flawed  man.” Teesia saw something dark and faraway in  his eyes as he spoke of his father, and  she remembered what she’d learned about  their relationship from Shaena. “I saw

immediately that Laene was smart and loyal,  and that he could be a leader someday. Over time, we became close, and now he keeps my estate well-run and is my most  trusted advisor when it comes to matters of fortification and security.”

“And when it comes to sharing your wife,”  she said, giving him a soft smile over  her shoulder.

He grinned. “To be clear, that was not for  his benefit—it  was for yours. And, I will

admit, mine, as well.”

“I know. And it was…
exquisite
. Beyond anything I’d ever imagined I could feel.”

“As I intended it to be.”

She met his gaze and bit her lip. “May I ask you something else?”

“Anything.”

She coquettishly lowered her chin, feeling oddly sheepish. “The Rituals of  Passion—what you mentioned happens after the Maran Tiles—will you tell me what would have taken place?”

Her husband imparted  a small smile. “You truly do not know?”

She shook her head.

“Well, it’s interesting you should ask just  now, for maybe tonight was partly about  that, partly about my fearing  I deprived you of something you should have experienced.” Ralen went on to explain that  the tiles left after the Maran game ended  would have indicated a particular number of  men, and certain stimulating acts they would have performed on her, all in order to ready her for her husband’s bed.

“Ah,” she said, surprised, but not shocked.  Bella’s praise of the rituals had mentally  prepared her something so extreme, she supposed.

“Are you sorry?” he asked. “That you did  not get to  experience  it? You may be  honest—I won’t be angry.”

Teesia considered her answer, then gazed  lovingly at her husband. “No,” she said.  “For what I have experienced at your hands has been…all the  education or stimulation I  could ever need. And I can’t imagine feeling the same connection with you  if anything  had happened differently.”

He grinned darkly. “Tonight, with Laene,  did that add to the connection, too?”

She returned the smile. “You know it did.  But now…” she said, looking into his

dark eyes.

“You need not continue, vixen. I know what you want. And I’m hard just knowing

how much you want it.”

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Responding with only a heated  smile of  anticipation, she turned away from himand arched her ass toward him in the bed. Like a moth drawn to a flame, his cock met

instantly with the hungry fissure of her  anus and the tip slipped easily inside.

She groaned, and he whispered, “Your ass is so ready for me now, wanton, so  welcoming. You have no idea what that does  to me.”

“Tell me.”  She wanted—
 
needed
—to know. For though she knew  he desired her,  he’d never really told her so in any sort of  open, forthright way. She longed to hear it.

He pushed his shaft a little  deeper, leaving them both to  moan  at the intense  intimacy. His voice sounded strained. “It sets  me  on  fire,  from  the  inside  out.  And  it reminds me…that I own you.”

She closed her eyes, overcome with heat. “Oh yes, my master, you own me.”

“Now you. Tell me how it feels, Teesia.”  He pushed deeper, melding their bodies  tighter within the snug confines of her ass.

“It feels,” she said, barely able to speak, “as if you are…intruding. As if you are  someplace  you should not be. Except…how can I explain this? It’s a most
 
delicious
 
intrusion, so  amazing to me that you
 
can
 
be there,
 
are
 
there, fucking me in a spot I didn’t  know I could be fucked. It feels…forbidden. But also  perfect. This completes it all somehow—I truly could not feel more connected to you, Ralen.”

“I could come merely from your words, vixen,” he rasped, leaning in to kiss her  neck, cup her breast.

“No,” she begged. “Please fuck me first. Make me feel  you—more. Move in me.”

A week  ago he would have punished her for the protest, the command, but now he only growled his heat and began to move his  thick, hard cock in and out of the tight little passage. She met each impossibly delectable thrust, still awash in wonder that hewas inside her there, where he  couldn’t possibly be, where he couldn’t possibly fit—and yet, where he belonged.

They both cried out at  the  intensity of  the sensations and Ralen reached over her hip to press his fingers into her slick cunt. Teesia’s pleasure quadrupled, became mindless, boundless—like before, with both  men, but somehow easier now, for all she had to do was lie there and receive it,  take it into her, let it consume her.

When she came, it  echoed through  her whole being, her body jolting uncontrollably, and it seemed to take Ralen  to the same place, as well. “I can’t holdback,” he growled.

“On me, not in me,” she begged.

And as he swiftly pulled out of her, she rolled to her back, watching— until hissemen arced across her belly and breasts  in three mighty bursts of white.

Together, they massaged it into  her skin,  as she murmured, “Yes, rub it into me, make it a part of me, something I can keep, take inside me.” The warmth was like a sheath of wetness, something she could wear.

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Settling next to her a moment later, he nuzzled close and spoke slowly. “You do get to keep me, vixen, you  know.”

Stunned at the thoughts suddenly pummeling her, even as she basked in  the afterglow of heated sex, she looked up into his eyes. “Do I?”

“What do you mean?” His brows knit.

She shook her head uncertainly, trying to think how to explain.
 
Be honest. Just tell him how you feel.
 
She could do that now, without  worry. “Somehow, deep inside me, Isuppose I feared that…well, the  ultimate  punishment would be to make me your willing slave and then  to…abandon me.”

Ralen lay there, shocked by his wife’s words. He’d never even thought about… But then, certainly, there’d been a  time when such a  plan might have sounded like wonderful retribution to him if he
 
had
 
thought of it.

The notion took him back to the past, back  to his old love, Banya, who’d taught him what true abandonment meant, and he found himself peering down into Teesia’s gentle, worried eyes, wanting nothing more than to calm her fears. “No, vixen, I would not do that to you.”

Even in dim candlelight, he saw the stark  need within her gaze as she curled her fingers into his chest and said, “Really?”

He nodded. “You are mine…forever.”

As his young wife clutched at him, he wanted only to keep her safe,  wrapped within his arms, until the end  of time. Ares, but he’d not expected this—this strength ofemotion. Almost like…what he’d once felt  for Banya. Such pure, strong need flowing through his veins—only different in that it  came with a sureness, a contentment, a knowledge  that she felt the same way and that nothing would ever part them. He lifted his thoughts heavenward and gave silent thanks to Ares for bringing this woman to him, and for making of their union so much more than he’d dreamed it could be.

That was his last thought before sleep  took him—a good, deep sleep, his wife tucked warmly within his embrace—until the sun glancing through the window urged his eyes open. He gazed down on her sleeping form, so  docile and sweet, so willing to please him.

He was sure now. Sure she had  never given herself to another in any way. Sure she’d come to him pure of any touches other than his own.

As he ran his fingertips through her dark  mane of hair, her blue eyes eased open, meeting with his. They  exchanged a gentle smile that seemed to say their hearts were in the same place.

Amazing, he thought. He’d never expected his
 
heart
 
to be involved in this relationship. And even if he’d known it would be, he’d never imagined he would want to let her know it.

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“What does the day hold?” she asked with a youthful exuberance he’d not seen  much of in her before. He supposed he’d never given her the chance  to show him such a  side of her personality.

He grinned. “What do you desire for the day, my little vixen?”

Her smile held pure devotion. “Whatever
 
you
 
desire.”

But he shook his head. He loved her sexual obedience and willingness to  please  him—he’d wanted that  desperately and  he’d gotten it—but he was just now realizing

that  he  didn’t  want  it  to  be  a  way  of  life for her outside of bed. He wanted the real  Teesia. He wanted to
 
know
 
the real Teesia. “No, what do
 
you
 
wish, my wife?”

She gazed lovingly up at him. “You  don’t understand. I  have no  desires independent of you any longer. What  you wish for me, I wish for myself.
 
Your
 
pleasure  is
 
my
 
pleasure.”

Her words were like  thunder rolling through him. Ares, but the depths  of her  affection, and his possession, went deeper  than he’d even understood until now. She  was his true, willing slave. And he loved her for it. But he wanted to love her for other  things, too. “I treasure your obedience in sex, Teesia,” he explained, “but I wish to see  other pieces of you, as well. Tell me. Tell me  what else you wish other than to please  me. Tell me what you wish purely for
 
yourself
.”

His wife rolled to her back, her delectable  dark-tipped breasts settling slightly to  either side as she peered upward, thinking.  Finally,  she turned to  face him again, her expression brimming with sincerity. “If I had any wish,” she said, “it’s that
 
you
 
might  somehow experience the true, deep, dark  delights that I have, at your hand.”

He laughed softly. He’d truly created a sexual monster in his little wife. “That’s  impossible, of course, vixen.”

“Is it? Why?”

He blinked,  then looked dotingly  into her  eyes. “I love you, Teesia, and I wish to