IK1 (29 page)
Authors: t
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The leather strap lashed out again, slicing across three open wounds. The man tried to turn sideways then quickly realized the folly of exposing his genitals to the whip.
Baylor paused, trying to remember what Caldwell had told him about this
recruit—Carl Landon, he thought the name was. The kid was in his twenties, virile and smug about his good looks. He also owed over a hundred thousand dollars in gambling debts that Baylor had graciously agreed to pay for him to do this one small favor. And he had failed in such a simple task.
“I told you to follow them,” he said as he slapped the whip down on the bed
inched from that handsome face, “not run them off the road. In the future, you will follow my instructions exactly as I give them. Is that understood?”
The young man nodded frantically.
“Good. At this time I want to see where they lead me. You’ll get your share of killing later. That is, if you don’t become a victim yourself for disobedience.”
Carl Landon whimpered through his gag.
“But you won’t disobey me again, will you?” The tip of the whip rubbed against the oldest cut where the bleeding began again.
The whimpering came faster along with a sharp jerk of Carl’s head indicating that he understood.
“That’s good,” Baylor said soothingly, “but before I let you go, I must make sure you understand.”
The young man’s back arched in anticipation of another strike and Baylor
laughed. “No more of that. Wouldn’t want to leave too many scars for the pretty girls to be repulsed by. You do like girls, don’t you?”
Carl nodded quickly.
“And not boys?”
He shook his head from side to side.
“That’s what I thought,” Baylor said as he positioned himself between the man’s SEARCH FOR THE SPEAR Cynthia Breeding 128
now-splayed legs and thrust his rod deep into the man’s ass. And rode him hard.
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His fingertips flicked lightly over it, causing the nub to tighten immediately. The hand cupped her breast, kneading it, the thumb and forefinger pinching the taunt peak gently.
She arched her back into his touch, purring like a cat, and the hand trailed lazily down her ribs and across a flat stomach to lightly caress the curls at the apex of her thighs. She moaned a little and opened them for his fingers to explore her folds, pausing when he found her already wet and then that finger went to work, agonizingly teasing her clitoris with alternating soft and firm pressure, circles and long strokes.
Goddess! She was coming and he hadn’t even inserted his finger yet!
Sara woke as her body shuddered and spasmed in climax. Some dream! She
opened her eyes and found herself pressed up the length of Lucas’ body, head on his shoulder, hand on the hard muscles of his chest. One of his arms was wrapped tightly about her, pulling her to him, and the other hand cupped her breast. He was sound asleep. Or was he? In the pale light of a breaking dawn, it was hard to tell.
She let her hand drift downward to where she could see a bulge beneath the
briefs. She softly stroked down the length of it, feeling it stir underneath her touch and Lucas groaned. The next minute his hand gripped hers, staying her action.
“You’re treading dangerous ground, lass.”
Her hand was still on what now felt like steel. “You don’t like this?”
Raw desire flamed in his eyes and made them glow preternaturally. For a
moment, she had the distinct feeling she was looking at the wolf rather than Lucas and her skin began to tingle.
“Ah, lass. More than you know.” He sighed as he put her hand down on the pad beneath them. “ ‘Tis dangerous to arouse the beast while I’m asleep.”
She arched a brow at him. “You’re awake now.”
He stared at her. “You’ve no idea what the wolf can do if I lose control.”
“I don’t think he’d hurt me,” Sara said quietly. “He didn’t when he fought the she-wolf and he didn’t when you came to my defense with Baylor. And the wolf was wounded then.”
“But I feel him pacing, ready to spring,” Lucas answered. “I can’t take a chance on hurting you. We’d better get dressed.”
“No.”
“No?”
Sara took his hand and placed it on her breast. “You were holding me like this when I woke up. Did your wolf growl at that? I want you to continue what that dream started.”
He stared at her. “You were dreaming too?”
She inhaled sharply. “It was real then?”
“Mind link.” A finger gently traced the outline of her cheek. “Are you really willing to take a risk with me?”
Like she hadn’t been trying to tell him that since Day One? “Try me. You and the puppy.”
“At least, let me take you to a motel.”
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“No. Now.”
His eyes blazed molten gold. He took the jacket he’d been lying on and tucked it under her and then eased her down on the makeshift mattress. He removed the gold cross he always wore. “It gets in the way,” he said as she raised an eyebrow.
Lucas slanted his mouth over hers, tasting her with slow, gentle pressure, catching her lower lip between his teeth before teasing her with his tongue. She parted her lips, but he moved upward, raining tiny kisses across her eyelids and cheek and then nibbling on her ear. Sara moaned as he licked the delicate spot beneath her earlobe and then trailed a series of tiny, light bites down her neck.
He returned to her mouth, more demanding this time as his hand pushed her tee-
shirt up and he cupped a breast. He deepened the kiss as he rolled a nipple between thumb and forefinger, causing her to whimper deep in her throat.
Sara wrapped her arms around his neck, fisting his thick hair as she met the deep thrusts of his tongue with her own. She swirled her tongue around his as he continued his exploration of her mouth and was rewarded with a groan from him and a stronger kneading of her cupped breast.
He broke the kiss to lift her slightly and pull the tee-shirt over her head. For a moment, he just gazed at the soft pales mounds of her breasts, the nipples already hard and red and waiting for him. He traced his fingertips around one of them, allowing only the pad of his thumb to lightly brush over the taut tip. He leaned down and let his tongue flick over the other one, making both breasts suddenly feel heavy and full. He blew his warm breath over the wet nub, fanning Sara’s desire for more of his touch.
“Please!” she said, “More!”
Lucas grinned. “In time.”
He began a slow, deliciously agonizing torture of her breasts, his hands stroking the sides, then cupping and kneading, while his tongue circled lazily around the aureole of each one, occasionally lapping a nipple. Sara arched her back, silently begging him to suckle her. As if reading her mind, he fiendishly licked his way down her stomach, leaving her breasts aching with need. He licked her navel and she gasped. Nibbling his way up, he pushed her breasts together and flicked his tongue from one nipple to the other. And then, when she was about ready to scream from sheer desire, his mouth closed over one hard bud and he began to suckle. Cream flooded her already wet panties.
He drew on the nipple, long and deep, and then circled it with his tongue before pulling on it again. His hand pinched the other nipple, alternating between firm and gentle grasps. Sara mewled and raked her nails along his back. He pressed more tightly to her side, his erection a steel rod against her thigh.
Lucas shifted his experienced mouth to her other breast and a hand slid down her stomach and beneath her silk panties. His large palm massaged her mound in slow circles, bringing enough pressure on the sacral chakra to inflame an already throbbing core. She bucked against his hand and he pulled more deeply on the soft breast.
By the Dagda, she felt good! And his wolf had made no move, although at the
moment he doubted the beast could be any more feral than he felt. He slid a finger between her folds and found her slick and wet. She gasped and lifted her hips. Lucas pulled her panties down and trailed his hand up her inner thigh as she opened her legs for him. He slipped a finger into her hot sheath. The vagina muscles clenched on him. He slipped in a second finger and began to thrust slowly, watching her face as she shuddered SEARCH FOR THE SPEAR Cynthia Breeding 130
in delight.
In a fluid motion, he shifted position, placing himself between her knees. Her eyes opened wide as he spread her legs further and then lifted one over each of his shoulders as he bent down to enjoy his feast.
He pressed her swollen folds apart and took a moment to savor her womanhood.
Sara felt deliciously exposed, her legs splayed wide, Lucas’ hands holding her open. A torrid fire flamed deep inside of her.
And then he brought his head down. With agonizing slowness, he licked each
fold with long, broad strokes of his velvety tongue. Her clitoris throbbed for him and he circled it teasingly until Sara thought she would explode from sheer passion. He began kissing it, light gentle kisses alternating with harder, longer ones, his tongue never still.
Her body quivered and she felt the climax building. Just a little more … just … oh!
Lucas’s mouth clamped down and he sucked deep. Sara’s body stiffened as the
contraction took her and then a thousand lights exploded inside her head as she found her frenzied release.
The wolf raised its head and howled.
She lay panting, trying to slow the beating of her heart. Lucas sat up between her legs and lowered her thighs to his. He tilted his head. “How did I do?”
For a moment she was tempted to play it casual and get that self-satisfied male smirk off his face. But he was too good and she didn’t want to play games. “Ask me again when my body stops tingling.”
Lucas grinned and reached for his pants. It took Sara a moment, in her afterglow, to realize what he was doing. She sat up and put a hand on his arm.
“We’re not through yet. We haven’t .... ”
He laid a finger across her mouth. “The wolf almost burst free,” he said with a sigh, “and that was only in my watching you come. I can’t take a chance on hurting you just at the moment that I would have no control of my own. Much as it pains me, love, we are finished.”
Pain. He had to be in real pain. She could see his huge shaft jutting out, straining to be released from his briefs. “I think you’re wrong,” she said. “I don’t think your
“beast” would hurt me at all. But if you’re going to be stubborn, at least let me do something about this.” She laid her hand on the steel-like rod that jerked to attention.
Lucas groaned. “I don’t .... ”
“Just shut up, will you?” Sara tugged at the elastic on the briefs and to her relief—and soon-to-be-his, she thought wryly—he lifted his hips and let her slide them down his muscular legs. “Let me do some work while you control that nasty, horrible puppy you think might bite me.”
He was beautiful. All man. All hard. His biceps bulged from where he leaned his weight back on his arms. The flat hard stomach, the thatch of hair that was a deeper bronze color than his skin, and his proud manhood that was deep red with engorged blood. She traced her fingers up and down the considerable length of his shaft. She lightly massaged his balls and drew a deep growl from him. The puppy? Her hand closed around his base, her thumb and fingers not quite able to make contact. Goddess, he was big. For the first time she wondered if he would actually fit inside of her.
Sliding her hand up and down, alternating between soft and hard pressure, she
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pleasure of her soft tongue circling the throbbing head of his cock. When she took him in her mouth and began to suck, his stomach muscles clenched so tightly, he was afraid was going to explode in her mouth.
He lapsed into a brogue. “Aye, lass. I doona ken how much of this I can take.”
She groaned. Her only answer was to take more of him into her mouth. Did she really want him to climax this way? In all his long life, he’d known only one other woman who did. But what Sara was doing now, alternating swirling her tongue around his shaft and sucking soft and hard on the head, while one hand cupped his balls was sending him nigh into oblivion. He’d give her one more chance. He shifted his balance and placed one hand on her head, gently tugging it back.
“I’ll be a happy mon if ye finish pleasuring me with just yer hand.”
Her eyes smiled at him as she sucked hard enough to make deep hallows in her
cheeks and then she tugged at his balls. With a roar, the beast leaped within him and he convulsed, every muscle rigid, as his seed spilled into her sweet, hot mouth.
When he opened his eyes, she was lying between his legs, her breasts pressed
against his groin, her head on his belly. He stroked her hair.
“Did I hurt you? I felt the beast .... ”
“Shhh,” she said as wrapped contented arms around his waist. “I felt him, too.”
His hand stilled. “You felt him?”
“Yes.” She sat up and looked at him and a slow smile played across her lips.
“Like I said, your big beastie is just a puppy. He likes me.”
He stared at her. Now that he thought of it, the wolf had grown quiet, quite
content to sit there and loll at him with a doggy grin.
