Ha'ven's Song (20 page)

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Emma wrapped her hands around Ha’ven’s cock
wanting to feel every inch of him. The combination of silky smooth
and hard pulsing in her hands caused her own body to react. Hot
moisture pooled between her legs and her breasts ached to be
touched. She was desperate for relief from the building inferno
inside her but she wanted to savor this moment when she was the one
in control. Deep down, she knew that Ha’ven wanted to show her that
she had as much power over him as he did over her. The trembling in
his tall hard body proved that he was not immune to her touch.

She wondered vaguely what would happen if he
lost that tight control. A surge of recklessness washed through
her, pushing her to explore his body and push him to the breaking
point. Gripping the feeling, she kept one hand wrapped around his
cock while her other one explored. Her mouth became more desperate
as her own body heated. She groaned around his cock, moving her
mouth back and forth over it again and again. Her right hand moved
with her mouth while her left stroked his stomach before sliding
over his hip to grip his ass. She surprised herself when she
slapped it hard.

“Goddess’ blood!” Ha’ven choked out, pushing
his hips forward. “I cannot take any more,” he growled out.

Emma wasn’t finished but Ha’ven must have
reached the limit of his control. He twisted her hair around his
left fist. Pulling his cock out of her mouth with a loud pop, he
reached down and pulled her up. The moment she was standing, he
claimed her lips in a savage kiss.

Emma gasped as she felt his right hand reach
down between them. He tangled his fingers in the golden curls and
tugged. The silent demand was enough to cause her legs to part. The
moment they did his long fingers slipped between her slick
folds.

“Ha’ven,” she cried out as two of his
fingers buried deep inside her.

“Yes, my mate. Ha’ven… your mate,” he
growled out as he forced her head back so he could mark her neck
with his deep kiss. “I claim you, Emma. I claim you as my partner.
In this life and any other the goddess gives us after, you will
belong to me, Ha’ven Ha’darra, as I belong to you, my Emma.”

Emma heard the words he had spoken before
and felt the strands that formed between them before wrap even more
firmly around her heart and soul. Her body arched into his as he
pumped his fingers in and out of her as he kissed her neck. A sense
of weightlessness held her as he lifted her and carried her over to
the large bed in the center of the hut.

His body covered hers as he laid her down.
His pulsing cock hard as it settled between her legs. The bulbous
head was dark and slick with his own desire. His pre-cum mixed with
her own as he started to slide into her.

“Claim me, my Emma,” he begged huskily.
“Claim me as your mate.”

Emma stared up at the him, overwhelming
emotions thickening her voice as she spoke the words in her heart.
“I claim you, Ha’ven Ha’darra. I claim you as my partner. In this
life and any other, you will belong to me as I belong to you, my
fierce warrior. Forever.”

Ha’ven pushed forward as she spoke the last
word. The slickness of their combined desires driving him all the
way to her womb. He shuddered as her heat encased him. He groaned
in pleasure when she raised her legs and wrapped them around his
waist. The movement drove him impossibly deeper.

“Yes,” he hissed out. “Hold tight, my
Emma.”

“Ahhhh!” She cried out, tilting her hips
higher as he began driving into her faster and harder.
“Ha’ven!”

Ha’ven ran desperate kisses along Emma’s
neck and shoulders as he wrapped his arms tightly around her as he
rotated his hips. Each movement hit a new sensitive nerve inside
her. He could feel her vaginal walls closing around the tip of his
cock trying to hold him inside her.

His mind splintered when she suddenly
climaxed. The pulsing of her swollen channel around him squeezed
and sucked at him. Her heels drove in to his ass as she pushed him
ever deeper.

With a low snarl, he pulled out of her
ignoring her cry as his cock slid across over-sensitive nerves. He
rose as her legs fell away. His eyes swept over her flushed figure.
Her hair was spread out wildly across the pillows, small flowers
still entwined in it. Her eyes were half-closed with sultry passion
as she was still locked in the orgasm that had just overwhelmed
her. Her nipples were taut and rosy as her chest rose rapidly as
she panted.

His eyes moved down to the tangle of moist
blond curls that glistened with her orgasm. Unable to resist, he
leaned over and captured her left nipple between his lips even as
he pushed two fingers deep into her swollen channel. He was
rewarded with her loud cry of surprise.

“Oh God!” She cried out, arching into
him.

Ha’ven ravaged her taut nipple making it
swell against the onslaught of his hot mouth. He continued to work
her pussy as he moved to her other nipple. He didn’t stop until she
shattered under him again. Her hoarse cries filling the small hut.
He only released her when her legs fell apart in satiation.

“Now, I will come,” he growled out.

Sitting back, he gripped her left leg and
rolled her over. He gripped her hips and pulled her up onto her
hands and knees. The sight of her rounded ass and slick moisture of
her orgasms coating the inside of her thighs drew a heated growl
from him.

By the Goddess, I will never get enough
of her,
he thought fiercely.

Gripping his throbbing shaft in his hand, he
grimaced at the sensitivity. He would not last long but he would
draw at least one more orgasm from her before he would allow
himself to find relief. Aligning his swollen head with her hot
channel, he watched as it disappeared into her. Just the sight was
enough to cause him to almost come. Holding onto her hips, he
pushed in slowly before pulling almost all the way out. Setting a
rhythm that was as old as the universe, he watched as they became
one. The knowledge that she was his life now flowing through
him.

Emotion swelled deep inside him as her low
whimpers washed through him. Her body began rocking back and forth
with him. The movement pushing him deeper and deeper. He slid his
left hand down over her stomach to the soft thatch of hair
protecting her swollen nub. With his other hand, he captured some
of their moisture and let his fingers caress her tight rosette.

The combination was too much for Emma. Her
body bucked briefly before she stiffened against him. Her soft
whimpers turned to a sob as she exploded around him. His own body,
tortured from him holding back, shattered. His own cries blended
with hers. He could feel his release pulsing in time with hers. Her
body drank his seed like a flower drank the rain. He was locked to
her in a blinding orgasm. His power rose, engulfing her as it bound
itself in a serenity that defied anything he had ever
experienced.

“My Emma,” he cried out hoarsely as they
both collapsed.

Ha’ven opened his eyes as a loud shriek
echoed through the dark forests, waking him. The shriek was
followed by a second low howl. His arms wrapped protectively around
Emma’s sleeping form.

“Emma,
misha petite
,” Ha’ven
whispered urgently. “We must get dressed.”

“What is it?” Emma asked sleepily as she
snuggled into him. “I want to sleep. I’m so tired.”

“I’m not sure but something is wrong,”
Ha’ven said as he gently extricated his body from Emma and rose
from the bed. “Come, we must see what is going on. I will not leave
you here alone.”

Emma reluctantly crawled from the bed and
reached for the colorful wrap that she had worn earlier. It was
flung across the back of a small stool. Pushing her hair out of her
eyes, she quickly pulled the wrap around her like Telmay showed
her. She glanced around for the beautiful pin to hold it on.

“Here, let me,” Ha’ven murmured in a husky
voice as he stepped forward with the pin in his hand and slid it
through the delicate material. He touched Emma’s face, lifting it
so he could look her in the eye. “You must promise to do what I
tell you. I am afraid that Kejon may have found us. I...” his voice
faded. “He is a very dangerous male. I need to know you are
safe.”

Emma nodded. “I’ll do what you tell me. I
promise,” she responded softly.

Ha’ven brushed a brief hard kiss to her lips
as another low howl echoed. He turned, pushing Emma behind him when
he heard a noise outside the hut they had been given. He relaxed
when he saw the familiar silver fur of Saba Monda.

“What is it?” Ha’ven asked.

“You and your mate must come with me,” Saba
Monda said in a quiet voice filled with urgency.

Ha’ven nodded. He wrapped his hand around
Emma’s, squeezing it gently when he felt the slight tremble in it.
He refused to dwell on the fact that he was vulnerable at the
moment. While he wasn’t completely defenseless against a powerful
Curizan warrior with the skills that Kejon had with his power
drained, it would be a difficult and dangerous battle.

One advantage he had was being able to read
Kejon’s aura. Not all Curizans had that ability. He had seen the
dark green mixed with a dull yellow-green and the trace of black.
Kejon was consumed with jealousy, greed and the taint of evilness
that created a dangerous mix. He wanted power and enjoyed hurting
others.

Ha’ven’s eyes jerked to Saba Monda who
snarled out a command as they entered the open area of the village.
Within seconds, members of the village began disappearing into the
darkness.

“Ha’ven, what is it?” Emma asked in a hushed
voice as she watched the older women gather the children together
and disappear down the path leading to the river. “Where is
everyone going?

“Intruders have entered our airspace,” Sebra
said quietly. “We must get you both to safety.”

“No,” Ha’ven growled. “They are here for me
and my mate. Take Emma. Keep her safe until I return.”

Sebra shook her head. “You are still weak,
young prince. My people can take care of the intruders,” she
insisted.

“Not this one,” Ha’ven said coldly. “He
almost killed my brother and my mate. I will not cower when I have
brought danger to you.”

“You will need this if you wish to fight,”
Saba Monda said harshly holding out a laser sword. “A gift from
your father.”

Ha’ven looked down at the intricately carved
handle. “Hermon…”

“Not Hermon,” Saba Monda replied as a series
of low howls floated through the night air. “Melek. Come, they have
landed near the lake.”

“Ha’ven,” Emma cried out when Sebra pulled
her away from him.

Ha’ven turned and looked into Emma’s
frightened blue eyes. “I will keep you safe,” he promised.

“But who will keep you safe?” She whispered
back. “You said your powers…”

“I am the Crown Prince of the Curizan,”
Ha’ven interrupted, straightening his shoulders. “None will defeat
a Ha’darra.”

Emma watched as he turned and followed Saba
Monda into the darkness. She stepped forward to follow but Sebra
stopped her. Emma started to argue but a wave of dizziness washed
over her as Sebra pressed a cloth over her nose and mouth. Emma’s
eyes widened before they closed as darkness descended.

“I am sorry, little one,” Sebra said as she
lifted Emma into her arms. “You must trust in your mate and my
people to protect you both. You are too stubborn for your own good
and I will not take a chance of you being harmed. The others and I
have grown attached to you,” Sebra said quietly as Olla, Telmay and
Pollamay gathered around to take Emma to safety.

*.*.*

Kejon glanced around the darkened landscape.
He had beamed down the moment the advanced team located the downed
transport. Now, he stood on the edge of the lake staring into the
dark forest.

“The inhabitants of this moon are deadly,”
he said coldly. “Kill on sight.”

“Do you know what type of weapons they use?”
A large Marastin Dow asked as he loaded his laser rifle.

Kejon glanced at the man. The insignia on
his collar showed he was an advanced tactical team leader. As far
as Kejon was concerned, he and all the other men on the transport
were expendable.

“They use spears and arrows,” Kejon stated
looking back over the dark forest.

The Team Leader raised his eyebrow. Even in
the dark Kejon would see the skeptical look on the man’s face.
Several other members chuckled at Kejon’s statement.

“You are all dead,” Kejon said
dismissively.

“By a bunch of spear wielding adversaries?”
One of the men joked. “We’ll blow them to pieces.”

Kejon gritted his teeth. “Just try not to
die before we find Ha’darra,” he said walking toward the woods.

A shiver went down his spine. He could feel
the eyes staring at them. The fools had alerted the Monikers to
their presence. Kejon pulled on the power inside him and focused
it. He pulled the shield of energy around his body. He would not be
able to hold it indefinitely, but he only needed it long enough to
find the Curizan Prince. Once he did, he would unleash the power he
had learned to tap into thanks to the Valdier Royal, Raffvin.

Kejon wasn’t a fool to believe that the
Curizans were the only ones with the ability to control the energy
around them. Raffvin had learned to manipulate it and used it
against his own symbiot, changing it into a deadly force. Kejon had
studied Raffvin and discovered a way to use what he had learned in
the device he had strapped to his waist.

I will only get one chance to use it,
he thought in frustration.

He stepped onto the dark path, ignoring the
men coming up behind him in formation. As soon as the shadows
touched him, he vanished.

Ha’ven followed Saba Monda through the dark
forest. He paused as the silver haired Moniker gripped a long vine
and began climbing up the side of one of the massive trees.