Illicit Desire: Outlawed Realm, Book 2 (19 page)

Standing, she stepped just outside of his reach. “As soon as you take off your garments, I’ll remove mine.”

His hand stalled short of his mouth, the peanut butter on his fingertip forgotten.

Arez fought a smile at how easily she’d claimed his full attention, the same as she always had in the Palace. Thankfully, that part of their existence hadn’t changed. “Go on,” she ordered.

Lukan mumbled something beneath his breath but did stand.

Sensing he might grab her, Arez danced back several steps, right into a puddle. At the splashing noise, she glanced down.

He sighed loudly. “Come here, before you run into something you shouldn’t.”

“Like you?” she teased, running her fingers over her nipples.

Lukan’s throat bobbed with his hard swallow. Even in the brownish gloom and with him clothed, Arez could see the bulge between his legs growing larger, harder.

“We’ll undress together,” he offered, his comment more of a plea than a suggestion or a command.

Grinning, Arez tore off her clothing, intent on removing it as quickly as Lukan did his. Even in this, she wanted to show him she was his equal.

Their parity didn’t last once they were undressed. He was taller, heavier, stronger and no longer tolerant of her feigned defiance. With one hand wrapped around her wrist, Lukan pulled Arez to him, his body hot and hard against hers, his cock even stiffer than it had been in the Palace.

She parted her lips in expectation of his tongue or his shaft, welcoming whichever he decided to give.

Lukan offered neither. Using his foot and hip, he knocked her off balance, guiding her down to the sweet-smelling blanket. There, he straddled her body, holding both of her wrists in one hand, confining her.

His balls and rod rested against her belly, tempting her with their weight, warmth and size. In the past, she’d been desperate from hunger or for a word of kindness, a gentle touch. None of that longing compared to her need of him now. She had to have him inside her. “Take me,” she ordered.

With a look of amusement, he said, “In time.”

“Now.”

“No.” He touched the tip of her nose with his. “You’ll follow my pace. You’ll do exactly what I want, understand?”

She ran the tip of her tongue across his lower lip.

His arms trembled, and his breath whooshed out.

“Do you want more of that?” she murmured.

Growling, he lifted his torso from hers and dipped his fingers into the jar of peanut butter.

Arez started at him smearing the brown paste on her nipples. It took him a long time, as though he wanted to get it just right or enjoyed tormenting her. His touch constricted her areolas and tightened the tips, sending currents of pleasure from her breasts to her cunt, already moist with desire.

She blurted, “Stop it…suck them, please.”

He scooped up a bit more of the peanut butter instead, licking it off his fingers.

She frowned.

He smiled, then swooped down and did what she craved, running his tongue over her nipple.

She gasped at the swirling motions he made, the wet heat of his mouth, the way he latched on to her breast, his beginning beard rasping her skin.

His hand tightened around her wrists, a warning that she wasn’t to deny him even though she’d made no move to do so. He sucked hard and swallowed, grunting faintly as he enjoyed the taste of peanut butter and woman. When she moaned, Lukan gentled his actions, clearly not wanting to cause her any pain.

The only way he could manage that was if he withdrew his love, abandoning her to countless men whose lust was heartless and insatiable, the only reality she’d known before they met. Panicked at the thought, Arez arched her back, delivering herself to Lukan, giving him precisely what he hungered for, the same as her.

With a contented sigh, Lukan moved to her other breast, licking away the peanut butter. The slow laps of his tongue sparked additional sensitivity on her nipple and between her legs. Her sex felt congested, those lips wet and wide, ready for his cock. Crude sounds escaped Arez. Not the kind she’d made for the ruler’s pleasure, but ones that came from deep within her soul, offered to Lukan alone.

Finished with this part of his meal, he kissed the swell of her breasts and her throat, then moved between her legs but didn’t take her. Instead, he swirled peanut butter around and in her navel, then tongued it off.

A throaty laugh poured from her at how it tickled.

“You like that?” he murmured, his lips moving against her skin with his words.

She enjoyed his playfulness, that of a free man. From him, she gladly accepted enslavement. “Do you?”

Gently, he scored her belly with his teeth, then rested his chin on it. “Tell me what you enjoy, Arez. What pleases you most.”

In all of her life, no one had ever asked her what she thought or desired, especially during sex. She was available for the rulers and guards to use as they would any other tool. If the steady thrusts of their cocks or those of the male slaves caused any pain in her cunt or anus, the masters expected her to withstand it, to welcome it as her burden and their right.

Momentarily daunted at having a choice, she said, “I’m not sure.”

“Then let’s find out so you are.”

Cupping her mound, Lukan ran his fingers up her damp cleft, his caress loving, not brutal. No different from how he continued to hold her wrists. His actions weren’t meant to dominate or demean her as the rulers and guards had always done, but to thrill.

Arez lost her breath on a lengthy sigh, scarcely able to speak. “That.”

“That what?”

“I like what you’re doing between my legs. How you’re doing it.”

“And this?” Lightly, he stroked her nub.

She cried softly at the intense sensations he’d generated, some reaching to the back of her throat, others to her anus. “Yes,” she gasped.

He continued, watching her respond to his intimate strokes. With the rulers and guards, she’d delivered her body but had protected her thoughts. When it came to Lukan, she had no secrets or defense. All too easily, he read her expression, felt the tension in her limbs and noticed the new stream of moisture flowing from her pussy. Bathing his fingers in it, he returned to her clit, rubbing it continuously, arousing her even more.

Confined by his weight and grip, she dug her heels into the blanket, curling her toes, fisting her fingers.

He responded by drawing a wide circle around her clit rather than touching it, which pulled her back from orgasm. Gulping air, she shivered at what he was denying her. It didn’t last. Once her body had relaxed a bit, he returned to her erect nub, manipulating it and testing her.

Perspiration soon coated her skin from his carnal attention and the muggy air. She had difficulty managing a full breath. After a few tries, she gave up trying to swallow. A familiar heaviness settled between her legs, mounting, intensifying. She strained against his hold, writhing beneath him, wanting to get closer and to get away, her climax edging near, its power both stunning and unendurable.

At last, it broke, and she rode a wave of sensation, completely vulnerable to it and to him. It was then that Lukan eased his shaft inside of her, taking care, as though he knew his size might harm her.

How wrong he was. The pressure of his cock, the way it stretched and owned her, made Arez feel treasured rather than used.

“And this?” he murmured when their bodies touched and the base of his shaft ground hard against her opening. “Do you like it?”

Only with him. She answered by wrapping her legs around his hips. With her hands free, she rested them on his biceps. In what little light remained, she saw Lukan’s eyes sparkling in gratitude and what Arez had come to recognize as love.

A word unknown in the Palace, along with trust, happiness, safety.

Arez didn’t want to die, but if that was her and Lukan’s fate because they dared escape their masters, she wouldn’t allow herself to regret it. This moment and having him ask her what she liked most made it all worthwhile.

“You,” she said.

A look of puzzlement swept across his face. “Me?”

She nodded.

“What about me?”

“You’re what pleases me most.”

Lukan’s grin was shamefully proud. Arez returned it, honored that she was able to bring him such joy.

Not to be outdone, he brought his hand back to her nub, seeing to her pleasure as he pumped his cock into her. “Do you like this?”

She liked it so much her mouth hung open. Unable to speak, she dug her fingers into his biceps and nodded.

“And this?” He made his strokes brisker than what he’d done before, more prolonged.

Arez whimpered.

“No?” he asked.

Why was he talking so much? Would his questions never end? Intent on convincing him all was well, Arez nodded, then shook her head, uncertain as to whether he’d understand her response.

He didn’t. Panting from his increased thrusts, he asked, “Which is it?”

She moaned, too caught up in the tension between her legs, the mounting desire spiraling through her, to produce any other sound. Wanting to turn Lukan’s focus from her to himself, Arez tightened her vaginal muscles, squeezing his cock, producing as much friction as possible between their bodies.

Her actions quieted his questions but not his breathing. He huffed as though he’d just run through the jungle with one of the subhumans or guards in pursuit. His shadowed features were tight with concentration. What she suspected was his intent to hold off pleasure.

“What pleases you most?”
he’d asked.

Seeing him like this, helpless between her legs, powerless to resist her allure. She squeezed her muscles again, timing the movement to coincide with his deep thrusts.

Lukan stopped stroking her clit. He grimaced, his lips pulling back from his clenched teeth. With a lusty grunt, he plowed inside, using Arez as she wanted.

In the Palace, she’d been able to offer him no more than a few bites of food, a stolen glance, some passing words. Tonight, she gave Lukan a home within her arms, shelter within her body.

The noises he made told Arez he was close to climax. Her breasts shook with his forceful and repeated penetration. His balls smacked into her ass. Tightening her grip on his arms, she held on, wordlessly letting him know she’d follow his pace and would do exactly what he wanted.

He seemed pleased for a moment, then shook his head and growled, “No.”

Slowing his thrusts, he focused on her clit once more.

Whatever protests formed in her mind, they never reached her lips. Again, he brought her past the edge seconds before he reached his peak. Together, they made noises that sounded neither human nor animal. If pressed, Arez would have said they were the voices of lovers no longer enslaved, caught up in an act nothing else could rival. Both of them were sweaty, gulping air and trembling within each other’s embrace.

Cradling his big body to hers, Arez smoothed back his damp hair and kissed the tip of his ear.

He snuggled closer.

She asked, “Will it ever return to what it was before?”

His chest bumped hers as he inhaled. “Will what return? This?”

He flexed his cock within her sheath. As always, it was still rigid after his climax, prepared to use her for hours more.

A lovely thought. “No,” she whispered.

He stopped flexing. Shakily, he tried to lift himself on his elbows to look at her but lost the battle, his torso sagging back down, the other parts of his body needing a bit of rest from his orgasm.

She smiled at her effect on him, then licked his lobe. “So will it?”

“Will what?”

“Your hair ever be blond again?”

He nodded.

“Will your eyes return to their original color?”

He grunted.

“Was that a yes or a no?”

This time, he sighed. “You ask too many questions.”

Apparently, he didn’t enjoy that any more than she had during his endless inquiries.

“Forgive me for being so ignorant,” she said with mock embarrassment. “A slave knows only to entertain or to follow orders. Questions are for those who are free.”

He stopped suckling her throat. This time he had no trouble pushing himself to his elbows. Looking down at her, he wore a pained expression. “You are free,” he said. “You always will be from now on.” Cradling her face in his hand, he ran his thumb over her chin. “My coloring will return to what it was. I’ll look the same as you recall. What else do you want to know? Ask me anything, and I’ll answer you the best I can.”

Arez hadn’t meant for him to take her so seriously. She’d been teasing him and should have told Lukan that, but instead asked, “Tell me more about Regina’s realm.” The wonders it contained that they might not live to see. “Unless you’re too tired.”

“I’m fine.”

He wasn’t. He blinked repeatedly and shook his head as though to clear it.

Even so, Arez didn’t want him to fall asleep. She feared they had so little time together, she didn’t want to miss a moment of it.