Illicit Desire: Outlawed Realm, Book 2 (12 page)

Don’t,
her mind cried while her body begged for all that Lukan could give.

Carefully, he imprisoned her nub between his teeth, assuring she had no chance to withdraw from his tongue. His licks came in rapid succession, followed by slow, frustrating laps, nudging her close to climax, only to pull her away.

More,
she mouthed, forgetting everything—the guards, Vakar, danger, the future. Only this moment and Lukan existed. He’d refused to leave without her. He spoke of their escape. Arez wanted to believe him, if only during this act.

Too quickly, he retreated from her clit, leaving Arez unfulfilled. The heat from his mouth dissipated in the room’s mild temperature, the earlier cold gone. Before she could ask about that or why he’d stopped, Lukan turned until he faced her feet, and then he straddled her body.

His hair fell forward, tickling the insides of her thighs. He poised his head above her cunt and lowered his hips, bringing his pendulous cock to her mouth. His sex smelled of animal need, no less than her own. In a futile attempt to touch his shaft, Arez strained against her shackles. They held her fast. Groaning in misery, she snaked out her tongue, running it over his smooth head, lingering on the tiny depression and his first drops of pre-come. Warm, silky, tasting slightly of salt.

The noises he made were richer than any Arez had heard from him in the past. They were the sounds of a free man, confident in his desires, unafraid to take what belonged to him alone, no one else.

He wound his arms around her thighs, keeping them separated, giving her no chance to deny him. His tongue explored the length of her cleft, each gentle swell and ridge. She shuddered at his initial lick on her nub, fighting orgasm now, determined to deliver his pleasure first.

His crown was a delicious mouthful, plump and smooth. Arez swept her tongue over it, paying particular attention to the bumpy skin on the back, anticipating Lukan’s response.

He did not disappoint.

His back curled even as his arms trembled around her thighs. He huffed air, then struggled to fill his lungs once more.

She opened her throat, taking him deeper, wanting to rub the tip of her nose against his balls and smell his dark blond curls. He hadn’t changed their color as he had his hair and eyes. How grateful she was for that, proving it with each suckle and lick.

His shaft grew even harder. He wiggled his ass, clearly needing a moment to compose himself.

Arez wouldn’t allow it. They had so little time. No matter what he’d said, promised or hoped for, her only thought was to make him happy during their last acts of love. The chains that held her knocked against the bed’s headboard with her continued struggle to touch him. Unable to, Arez caressed him with her mouth, lips and tongue, striving to reach him even as he pulled away.

She whimpered.

Whether it was her wordless plea or something else that changed his mind, their separation didn’t last. Lukan gave in to lust quickly, just as he always had with her, repositioning his body so she had no problem reaching him. The moment his cock slid down her throat and her nose touched his lightly furred sac, Lukan settled his mouth on her nub and spread her cheeks, his fingers stroking her anus.

The added sensation shot through Arez, tightening her sex, further dampening it in preparation for his shaft. First, though, she had to give him relief, the slight pumping of his hips demanding it.

On a throaty grunt, she swirled her tongue over his crown. Lukan suckled her clit in return. They worked each other’s bodies as they hadn’t done in the past, mindful only of their own enjoyment, not a performance designed to satisfy the rulers. He’d promised her freedom. Was this what he’d meant? The ability to express their love?

Arez thought it was. A sense of bliss coupled with impending loss threatened to overwhelm her, the emotions too acute. Her orgasm swirled closer, marking an end to wanting and her time with Lukan. She tried to hold off but failed. Cry after cry escaped her, the sounds filled with rapture and heartache.

Lukan came then, his body shaking, a sweet flow of come pouring from him into her. She drank his seed willingly, licking each salty drop to let him know how precious this part of him was and that she honored everything about him.

Panting, he turned to face her, his coloring deepened, lids hooded. Hands on her knees, he pushed her legs back, exposing her cunt to his still-rigid shaft. It would take many more orgasms before he became flaccid. The rulers had created him that way, designing his body for endless sex.

They hadn’t considered his soul, a part of him they’d never conquer. When it came to that, he’d give it only to her.

Arez whispered now what she had when they’d first fallen in love. “Take me as though you mean it. I know you do.”

Naked longing coupled with something more powerful—tenderness and respect—brought more color to Lukan’s face and an inner light to his eyes. Never had Arez seen him appear so alive, virile and assured.

“Do you?” he murmured.

She had no chance to answer. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and burrowed his cock in her sheath. Joined to him not only in body but also in mind and heart, Arez moaned gratefully.

Lukan deepened his kiss, lips suckling, tongue sweeping. It seemed he couldn’t taste her enough to satisfy his craving. In that, he was no different from her. She drew him deeper into her mouth, then wrapped her legs around his narrow hips and lifted her ass, encouraging his cock to penetrate her still more. To reach a part of her no other man had.

For too long she’d experienced sex without love or even the faintest degree of affection. What fools the rulers were to have denied themselves what she experienced now.

A curious lightness settled over Arez, the kind that usually came with knowing she’d have enough food and that for a few hours, sleep would be all that claimed her. Lukan’s presence, his shaft sliding in and out of her channel, replaced all of her other longings. No longer was she deprived or alone. If only this moment could last forever…if only they had another day or even an hour.

She knew they did not.

At the reality of their situation, her eyes stung. Lukan took just that moment to finish their kiss and pull back to regard her. Quickly, Arez smiled, hoping to keep him from noticing her distress.

His thrusts slowed.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered. The moment he did, the guards would think they’d finished and would return.

With his elbows supporting his weight, Lukan lowered his body to hers, his mouth on her ear. “You mustn’t worry, please.”

Arez lied, “I’m not.” She kissed his beard-roughened cheek. “As long as you don’t deny me what I want.”

“And what would that be?”

Him, free and safe, gorging on all the food he could eat, sleeping when he wanted to, knowing nothing but comfort and happiness. She fisted her fingers and tried to tease as he had. “Don’t you know? Do you need a woman to tell you?”

“Depends on the woman.”

Allowing her no chance to retort, he kissed her deeply again and resumed his steady pumping.

Once more, Arez’s fear fell away, replaced by a familiar pressure building in her pussy, desire so intolerable she could think of little else except her own satisfaction. Her bed shuddered with each of Lukan’s forceful thrusts. He gripped her shackled wrists in one hand, keeping her from tugging on the chains and rubbing her skin raw.

Arez wanted the pain. She had to feel everything while she and Lukan were still together, the hurt assuring her that she was alive in a way she never dreamed possible, soaring above what the rulers demanded she be. Transformed from a slave everyone had a right to enjoy, to Lukan’s woman alone.

She returned his kiss, her desperation clear in how she suckled his tongue, drawing it farther inside. Her calves tightened around him, one foot locked over the other. A bead of sweat dropped from his chest to hers. Arez ached to lick it away so she could taste yet another part of him.

His grip on her wrists increased, his pumps accelerating, his free hand moving to the side. In a part of her mind not yet consumed with climax, Arez sensed Lukan searching for something. What?

And then she knew, recalling how he’d hidden the slender black box beneath the pillow, along with another item.

He pulled his mouth free, gulping air even as he continued driving himself into her. The bed frame shook; the mattress squeaked. His hand slid from beneath the pillow to her wrists.

“Now,” he gasped, following his directive with a series of quick, forceful thrusts.

They sent her over the edge, debilitating her strength, pinning her to the bed and to him. A rush of heat washed through Arez, surge after surge causing her head to spin and her lungs to beg for a full breath.

Lukan clenched his teeth and growled, his face crimson, his expression contorted with raw lust and the force of his climax. With each of his gasps, his belly bumped into hers, both of their bodies damp with sweat.

Too quickly, it began to dry, chilling Arez. She didn’t want him to stop. He had to make love to her again without pause. To take her in whatever way he desired so the guards wouldn’t return.

He sagged lower, his chest on hers. His arms shook as he used them to brace himself so his weight wouldn’t be a burden. Within her cunt, his cock was still hard even as the rest of his body required rest.

Arez worked her pussy around his shaft, encouraging him to perform. The same as she’d done in the past when he’d been sick with hunger.

Swallowing noisily, he pressed his cheek to hers and whispered, “No matter what I do in the coming moments, don’t say anything or ask me any questions. Most of all, don’t show your surprise.”

Running his hand over her shackles, he inserted something into one of the locks. A key?

Startled, Arez flinched.

Instantly, Lukan pressed his weight into hers, demanding she be still.

She tried, hearing the scrape of metal against metal as he turned the key. Where had he gotten it? Were the guards able to hear the sound as she had? Fearful they might, she coughed repeatedly to hide the noise.

Lukan’s cheek was still to hers, its slight upward movement telling her he was smiling. Within her cunt, his cock flexed. She squeezed it in return.

He turned the key in the other lock but only loosened the shackles rather than removing them from her wrists. “When the time comes,” he whispered, “you’ll be free of them forever.”

Dozens of questions raced through her mind. She asked none, keeping immobile as Lukan directed.

Still on top of her and inside, he murmured, “Now we wait.”

The guards’ approach wasn’t long in coming. A minute at most. It seemed an eternity. Arez’s heart pounded so hard, she was certain the men would hear it the moment they came inside.

Lukan pretended to sleep, his limbs lax, his breaths calmed, his hand beneath the pillow.

A creaking sound marked one of the guards opening her door and peering inside. Arez willed herself to remain as motionless as Lukan, not to glance at either man revealing that she was awake. Their shoes tapped the stone floor, recording their advance toward the bed. Lukan gripped her hip, digging his fingers into her, a warning not to move or speak.

Her hands shook. The edge of one manacle fell away, betraying how he’d freed her. The steps halted.

“Look at her shackles,” the first guard said.

“Why? What about—” His words stopped.

There was a sudden rush of movement as both men came to the bed. Pulling out of her and rolling to the side, Lukan grabbed the first guard by his shoulder and pressed the slender black box to his chest.

A blue flash emanated from the device, accompanied by an odd crackle.

Shock lifted the guard’s brows and opened his mouth. His lips moved, but no sound came out. He dropped to the floor, his body convulsing. Again, Lukan pressed the box to the man, this time on his throat. With the next loud snap, the guard continued to jerk. Lukan’s hard blow to his jaw made him go still at last.

His companion gaped. Rocking on his heels, he seemed uncertain whether to rush Lukan or turn and flee.

Lukan caught him at the door before he could escape. With his arm around the guard’s neck, Lukan imprisoned the much smaller man, pushing the box into his shoulder and chest while choking his throat.

Unlike his companion, he went limp immediately, collapsing to the floor.

“Give me the pillow,” Lukan ordered.

Arez tossed it to him. With his box on the mattress, Lukan pulled off the pillow’s silk covering, tearing the fabric into strips, which he used to tie the first guard’s hands behind his back. He next secured the man’s feet and gagged his mouth to keep him from crying out upon regaining consciousness.

He didn’t have to ask for the second pillow. Arez ripped the fabric for Lukan, handing him the strips.

He smiled.

Arez tried, but her mouth trembled too badly for her to manage it. She whispered, “What is that box you used on them?”

“It’s called a stun gun.”

She frowned. “What’s that?”

“A weapon from another realm.”

Another what? She didn’t ask as Lukan tied up the second guard. Arez divided her attention between him and her door, fully expecting others to storm in, see what Lukan had done, then kill him.