On Wicked Ground (Solsti Prophecy Book 4) (25 page)

She needed more, would beg if she had to, and pulled back. “I don’t feel like swimming.” Her voice sounding like it belonged to someone else. Some badass, bold temptress. But she was past caring how she sounded.

His eyes flared. “I like it when you know what you want.” He walked them toward the water’s edge, carrying her with her legs still around his waist. Stalking past the heap of his clothing, he found a patch of soft grass.

He loosened his hold and she slid down his body, their wet skin slicking and dragging. The moisture on his chest was too tempting to resist. She licked as she slid, eliciting a groan from him, and then she was on her back in sweet-scented grass.

Caine leaned over her, hands braced on either side of her head. He blocked the sun and, gazing up at him, she could see his eyes. They shone with hunger and something else. Something more, and she didn’t want to ruin the moment by going there. “You’re perfect,” he whispered, and before she could argue, he kissed her again.

She wasn’t perfect, not even close, but everything he did with his mouth was and she lost herself to sensation. He angled them so he could kiss her more deeply, taking over with a skill that had her hating every female he’d ever kissed before. She loved this stolen time together, even though she probably shouldn’t. Knotting her hands in his hair, she gave herself up to him.

One of his hands dropped to her throat, gently circling it for a second, then he dipped his head to kiss where his hand had been. “Your pulse, right here,” his words were a lazy rumble against her skin, “it tells me when you’re excited. When you want me.”

She mumbled something incoherent, her words lost as he sucked at the spot where her neck flowed into her shoulder. That felt so good…

He bit down. It felt like a thousand butterfly wings were brushing her right there, and sent an arrow of heat straight to her core. She gasped and arched her back. It was pleasure and pain, gentle yet sharp, and she never wanted him to stop.

She clutched his head, holding him in place, until his teeth relaxed their barely-there grip and he moved down to the slope of her breast. His lips tickled, his tongue swirled, until he reached the achingly hard point of her nipple.

He lifted his head. Her eyes locked with the onyx gleam of his. Her breath came in gasps as his body held her down, but she couldn’t keep still. She writhed under him.

Slowly, with wicked seduction in his eyes, he licked a tortuous circle around her areola, then flicked her hypersensitive tip. Still not breaking eye contact, he blew gently across the wetness he’d left.

“Caine!” She tried to reach for him, to pull him down, to make his mouth never ever leave her skin.

But he caught her hands in one of his, stopping her motion in midair. “Hands above your head.”

She pouted but complied, rocking her hips up against him. Moisture pooled between her thighs and she knew, with his keen senses, he was well aware of it.

His nostrils flared and his eyes closed. “Fuck me, woman. You’re making it hard to go slow.”

“Don’t need slow,” she breathed.

“I want to learn everything about you, baby. What makes you shiver. What makes you scream. What makes you melt.”

“Everything you do.” The words left her lips on a sigh.

If it was possible to become a sex god, he morphed into one at that moment. “Boots, I haven’t even scratched the surface of what I plan to do to you.”

She whimpered, lost and on fire, as he drew her nipple into his mouth and sucked. His other hand skated across her other breast, caressing and toying with the stiff peak. She moaned as aching need burned through her every muscle. “Caine, please,” she whispered.

“Please what?”

“You’re making me crazy. Please make me come.”

He lifted his head. “So greedy.” He slid down her body but kept his hand at her breast. Kneeling between her legs, he licked his lips. “I need to taste you.”

Her hips bucked at the first slide of his tongue. Her flesh was swollen and beyond sensitive, aroused well past any point of sanity. She was so very close…

His fingers played with her nipple as he sucked her clit into his mouth. His tongue feathered over her, short-circuiting her brain, and her orgasm exploded in white hot sparks.

She bucked against his mouth, unable to stop, lost to his touch and the storm of pleasure crashing through her. It hit her in wave after wave and with a gasp, she came again. “Oh god.” She clutched the ground, tearing blades of grass free from the soil, out of her mind from the intensity of this man.

Finally the delicious spasms stopped and she lay panting as Caine massaged her trembling legs. “Oh. My. God.” She gazed at him through half-opened eyes.

“Gotta keep you satisfied.”  A grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Think I’ll make it my continuous assignment. I like you like this.”

“Hmm.” She propped up on her elbows, ready to make a sassy comeback about if she was an assignment then he was doing his job far too well. But she caught sight of his rock-hard cock, swollen and glistening at the tip, and all her words died. All that male perfection, all the pleasure he could bring her…her mouth went dry but somehow she managed to speak. “Know what’ll keep me satisfied?” She pushed up to sitting, then onto her knees in front of him, loving the heated look on his face when his shaft brushed her stomach.

“What’s that?” His voice was strained, eyes radiated silver-black heat.

“A taste of you.” She put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him back, knowing he’d let her and loving that he did. “Now.”

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LINA
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to jump off a cliff right now and he would. He wanted her with a ferocity he couldn’t explain, and he harbored a need to ensure her happiness that baffled him.

He needed to give her what she wanted. Whether that was him, or whether she decided it wasn’t him. Either way, he was hers. And if it wasn’t him, he’d have to kill any SOB who caught her eye.

She took a position between his thighs, kneeling there as he had with her. Her mouth was swollen, either from his kiss or from her own little teeth biting her lips as he went down on her. Pink, plump and sweet, just like the tender flesh he’d just feasted on.

Dipping her head, she locked eyes with him and opened her mouth. And just …breathed.

Holy shit, he was going to die and her tongue hadn’t even touched him yet. Hot breath danced over his cock in a heated wave and he groaned.

Her eyelids lowered to half mast, and she bent closer, licking him from root to tip. He flexed and groaned, unable to stop his reaction.

Lips against his cock, she whispered, “You like that?”

Holy. Shit. Yes. “Gods, baby. Fuck, yes.”

Flattening her tongue against the sensitive underside of his head, she swished and flicked, creating a rush of velvety sensation that lit up every nerve in his body. Everything else faded to the background of his senses. There was no water, no rocks or grass. No prophecies or evil or lost years. Alina was magic and sin, beautiful and tough, and in that minute, she owned him. He couldn’t help but thrust into her mouth. Rational thought was gone. Left far behind, and all he wanted was this woman.

Her little hands gripped him, one at his balls and on at the base of his shaft. She lowered her mouth.

“Fuuuck, baby.” He threaded his hands into her hair, needed to touch her somewhere, lost in the bliss of her mouth. Hot and soft and unexpectedly dominant, she sucked him so hard her cheeks hollowed. His orgasm built at the base of his spine.

No. It was too soon to come. He wanted the sweet suction to go on forever and after that, he wanted to sink balls deep into her tight sheath. But then she moved lower, taking more of him. And lower…he stared in mind-blown awe as she worked him down her throat.

Her sucking had slowed, but the visual alone was nearly enough to make him detonate. Almost all of his cock erotically obscured from view because it was in her incredible mouth. Warmth bathed every inch of his length. Her tongue rubbed and laved. One hand still cupped his balls.

He was lost in her. His brain had blissed out and he hadn’t even come yet, dialed down to one word descriptions and choice phrases, and he growled every curse word he knew. She met his eyes, hers full of wonderful, wicked intent.

She drew back oh-so-slowly and he savored the slight pinch of her teeth lightly dragging along his skin. Releasing him, she stayed between his legs and went back to teasing circles around his swollen head. His cock throbbed with the driving need for more of her. “Fuck, baby. Can’t wait.”

He lunged forward, pushing her to her back and spreading her legs high and wide. Kneeling, he drew her thighs up onto his and plunged deep inside. No chance of going slow. He slid out and thrust deep again. He held her under her knees, keeping her wide open. The lazy smile on her face changed into a gasped moan of desire.

His cock slicked out and back in, squeezed by her body’s silken embrace. His balls tightened. He was close.

Her body bucked wildly, and she shrieked his name. The pulsing waves of her orgasm dragged him with her, and he thrust over and over until his lungs fought for air and the dizzying pleasure made his vision swirl black at the edges. “Alina!” he bellowed as the last of his pleasure spent deep inside her.

In one move, he scooped under her bottom and rolled them so he was on his back and she lay on top of him. “Holy shit.”

“Mmm.” She nuzzled his chest. “I couldn’t have said it better.”

“You’re amazing.”

“I’m a puddle of goo. That’s what I am. Can’t move a muscle.” Her words were spoken against his skin, like she was too tired to lift her head.

Good, that was fine with him. “I don’t think I’ve ever come so fucking hard.”

“Me neither. Need a nap before swimming.”

“Nap away, Boots.”

They lay for a few minutes with the sun warming them. Alina wasn’t asleep; he could tell by her breathing.

“It’s so peaceful here,” she murmured.

“Yep.”

“But you left. Working as a grower didn’t appeal to you. Obviously. I mean, look at you.” She dropped a hand to his bicep and squeezed.

He chuckled. “I did my time when I was a kid, bringing in the harvest when it was ready. But from the minute I heard about the Watchers, I wanted to join. Left when I was sixteen.”

She raised her head and searched his face. “What did your family think?” Something about her gaze, maybe it was a flicker of concern, told him she wasn’t sure if it was okay to ask. And hell, he loved that she was curious as much as he loved her compassion.

He propped one arm behind his head. “They were proud. My mom was worried. Told me I better come back in one piece or she’d drag me by my ear and stick me in the spice fields for the rest of my life.”

Alina smiled and most traces of her wariness disappeared. “Do you mind telling me about your family?”

He fell for her a little more in that moment. All his brethren knew what had happened. Most figured he didn’t want to talk about it. Or dudes being dudes, didn’t want to get into
feelings
. And that was okay with him. Because until now, the images he so rarely brought up had been filled with as much darkness as light.

But there was something different about Alina. Golden, sweet, and magical, she magnified the joys of his childhood. Maybe because she had lost hers…while his had been happy. Then darkness had descended for him, while a new, illicit life had opened up for her. And now his family was gone, while she had been dropped into a boisterous, ready-made group that no one had expected.

They’d both survived. Both missing something, both missing some
ones
, but still here and still moving forward.

“I don’t mind.” He caught her hand and brought it to his lips. “My memories of them are happy.”

She breathed out a tiny sigh of what could’ve been relief. Her eyes twinkled. “Let me guess… were you the oldest?”

“And the lady is as perceptive as she is beautiful.” He sifted his fingers through her shiny hair. “Yes. Oldest of four. The only boy.”

“So you were protective of them?”

“Very. Made sure to ward off any boys that hung around.”

She giggled. “I bet they just loved that about you.”

“They were plenty mischievous.” He shook his head as memories filtered back, buoyed by the love of family taking the edge off his loss. “My two younger sisters once came here and gave all the local kids sand and grass shampoos.”

“Oh my gosh.” Alina giggled and covered her mouth. “What a mess.”

“Yeah, when one parent got word of it, they all marched over here and dunked their kids before they were allowed home.”

“Hmm.” Her voice took on a mirthful purr. “Speaking of dunking…”

“What about it?” He feigned innocence.

She traced an idle line across his pecs. “You have one coming.”

A grin spread across his face. He liked her persistence. He shot a glance to the shadows, now lengthening as the sun drifted farther west. “I’ll give you a rain check on that, I promise.”

She opened her mouth. He rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip before she could speak. “There’s something else I want to show you. It’ll happen soon. You won’t regret it.”

She tilted her head. “I’ll take that promise, with an extra dunk for interest.”

He chuckled. “Deal.” Gods, this woman was adorable. He couldn’t imagine saying no to her. He pushed up and got them both to their feet.

They dressed quickly and Alina was glad Caine guided her away from the high drop off where she’d gotten her first glimpse of the swimming hole. Climbing down was one thing. She didn’t relish the idea of climbing up.

He led her through soft green grass and over one low hill. At the top of the rise, she could see a field of fragrant green stretched out in front of her. “This is coriander?” She inhaled. “It smells like…”

“Cilantro?” He draped an arm around her shoulders.

“Yeah.” She frowned. “Why is that?”