Tempt Me Eternally (14 page)

Could he hear her naughty thoughts?

Not just yet.
Nope. He couldn't. Otherwise he would have said something.
I want to make you come.

Make her— Oh no. No, no, no. It was one thing to enjoy him. One thing to sleep with him. Maybe. One thing to come together. Again, maybe. But it was quite another to allow her enemy to give her an orgasm, while
he
felt nothing. No maybe about it.

“And I want you to. Get.
Out
.”

Let's see if I can change your mind. Knead your breasts
.

A heartbeat later, she was cupping her own breasts, plumping them up and moaning at the scandalous decadence. “Stop. Don't . . . stop.”

Do not worry. Stopping isn't an option. Now thumb your nipples.

She didn't even try to resist this time. It was futile, her body obeying before she even realized what he'd said. Her thumbs slid over her wet nipples as commanded, stroking and circling. Felt . . . so . . . good . . . Her mind was darkening, concentrating only on the pleasure.

“Oh, God, Breean.”

I like when you say my name. I can't wait to hear you shout it.

“I won't.” He forced her to pinch, then caress away the sting. “Won't, won't, wont.”
Breean, Breean, Breean
.

You will. Because it's good. So, so good. Too good
.

Yes, too good. Her skin was burning, tingling, her stomach quivering. The ache between her legs was growing, spreading. As he'd promised, however, she remained Aleaha, slave to Breean, not once changing into another person.

Pretend it's my tongue flicking over those pretty peaks
.

That was not a command he could enforce because it wasn't physical but she found herself obeying anyway. As her fingers played with those hard, sensitive tips, she pictured him in her mind, golden head bent over her, hot tongue flicking.

Another moan slipped from her. “Breean. I don't . . . I don't understand how this is possible.” Her hips were writhing in sync with her efforts, and water was pumping over the sides of the tub.

Are you aroused?

“You know I am.” As if she could really deny it.

Do you want to touch yourself between your legs?

And finally assuage the ache? She could have sobbed, the anticipation was so consuming. Her knees were already open and spreading, waiting for that first heated touch.

Do you?

“Yes,” she whispered. Just then she was beyond caring about the circumstances, what she'd come here for, what she'd hoped to avoid. About the shame she'd probably feel afterward. I'm so weak, she thought, but she needed to touch herself. Would die if she didn't. Since the moment their eyes had
first met, they'd been building to this point. Her body had been ready, desperate, and she'd resisted. That had only made it worse. She realized that now.

There could be no more resisting.

She tried to slip one of her hands down her stomach, but it wouldn't move away from her breast. “Breean. Please.”

Please what?

“Let me touch myself there.”

What will you give me in return?

“Presents are—presents . . .” She was panting, having trouble getting the words out. “You aren't supposed . . . to expect anything . . . in return. Now please.”

What will you give me in return
? he insisted.
I can give you pleasure, and I can prevent you from changing. Isn't that what you want?

Argh! “Yes. Fine. Fine, but what do you want in return?”

You. As my lover. My lover in truth.

“Okay. Yes. Deal. Whatever you want?” She'd meant it as a statement, but it emerged as a question. God, she was about to explode. The more she fondled her breasts, the more the ache between her legs increased with dizzying frenzy. If she didn't do something soon, her heart really was going to burst from her chest.

I want you now and, your god knows, maybe forever
.

“No,” she said automatically. “Not that.” Her head fell against the rim of the tub, dark hair floating around her shoulders. Steam curled through the air, a sensual haze. A dream. “Breean. I'm dying. Please.”

A growl.
Why won't you have me?

“Lover, yes. Forever, no. We're enemies.”

We don't have to be
.

“Breean!”

We will discuss this again. Understand?

“Yes, you sadistic bastard.” Anything for relief. “Yes.”

Touch your clitoris
.

Her hips arched upward to meet her hand, and she cried out as her finger circled the drenched bud once, twice. “Yes. Yes!”

That's enough. Touch your breast again
.

“Motherfucker!” She was once again massaging her breasts, her nipples so hard they abraded her palms. “Tell me to touch between my legs again.”

So you want more?

“Yes, damn you. Yes!”

Am I a sadistic bastard?

“No. You're a sweetie pie. Honest!”

Good, that's good. Because this sweetie pie wants you over and over. Hard the first time, slow the second. Who knows what will happen the third time.

“Oh, God.” In her mind, she could see his naked body straining for release on top of hers, pumping, gliding, sliding. His weight would be delicious. His eyes would blaze down at her with passion. He'd shout her name the way he wanted her to shout his, her real name, not someone else's, as his shaft delved deep.

I want it to be my cock inside you, not your fingers. I want you to come because of
me.

She wanted that, too. “Breean,” she panted. She
was still massaging her breasts, and her clitoris was still throbbing. “One more touch between my legs. Let me touch myself one more time. Then you can have me. Then you can take me.”

Pump your fingers inside yourself
.

She braced her feet on the sides of the tub, spreading herself wider. She sank a finger deep inside, cried out again, pumped. Pumped. So good. She was hurtling toward release. So close. Just one more and she'd—

Stop.

Her finger froze. She screamed in frustration.

Do you have a man?
The question was barked.
Give me that much, at least.

“No. No man. And I'm not going to have you if you do this to me again, you sick fu— sweetie pie.”

The two agents in the forest, the ones you slapped?

“Friends only. Swear.”

He gave a satisfied purr.
I'm glad
.

She couldn't imagine doing this with Devyn or Dallas. She liked them, she did, and she even admired them, but she'd never felt as if she'd been set on fire in their presence. She'd never wanted to rip off their clothes and attack, licking and biting her way down until she'd tasted every inch.

“Command me to come, Breean. I'm begging you.”

Finger yourself. Use two, then three.

Moaning as she obeyed, she filled herself with two fingers and pumped them in and out. When that wasn't enough, she added the third, stretching herself for a fuller sensation. Oh, oh. Yes. Yes! Just like that.

Next time, you'll feel my tongue there
.

“Yes.” She pictured Breean licking her clit, and she blessedly hurtled over the edge of completion, flying out of control, spinning toward the sky, a scream ripping from her throat.

Gradually, the sensations faded, her body relaxed, and she came back to her senses. She slumped over the side of the tub, panting. “I didn't change,” she managed to get out. “I didn't change.”

And you won't. I'm in control, remember?
A second later, he added,
But, darling. I'm not sure why you stopped. You're not done. Come again.

“W-what?” Even as she spoke, her fingers started working between her legs again, her core immediately readying itself for round two. So long she'd denied herself, she was unprepared for another onslaught. “No. No more.”

You'll take it all.

“Yes, okay,” she found herself groaning. Oh, God. The pleasure truly was building again. Steadily. Mercilessly. Her legs were falling farther and farther apart, giving her fingers more room to work.

Soon you'll take me
.

“Yes.” She couldn't deny that, either. She wanted him in a way she'd never wanted anything else. Even a life of her own. A life as Aleaha, without being hunted, without being different. And clearly, her body was already addicted to the pleasure he could give.

So lovely,
he purred.

As her hips pumped, water sloshed back and forth, stroking her like a lover. Aleaha was very close to asking
Breean to join her, to step out of her and assume control like he'd promised, like she'd told him she would accept. How much more powerful would the sensations be then? But somehow she held the words back, not yet ready to make that leap anywhere but in her mind. Soon, though. If she wasn't careful, soon.

Come.

Release hit her in the next instant. She bowed her back, pushing her fingers as deep as they would go, shuddering, rocking, shouting because this was more than an orgasm; this was a possession that lasted for eternity.

Finally she sagged, completely sated—and still shuddering. “Dear God.”

I could feel it,
Breean said, awed.
The vibrations were so strong I could feel them.
There was unabashed arousal in his tone.
Come for me. One more time. I want to feel it again.

“I can't.” Her limbs were like rocks.

Yes.

“Breean, I really can't.”

You can
.

“Too much,” she panted. “It's too much.”

Never enough.

“Let me . . . let me . . . catch my breath.”

Come, sweet. Please, come for me.

The newest orgasm hadn't yet dissipated before another one sneaked up on her. Her clit was swollen, the water making her skin all the more sensitive, so every sensation was intensified. With one hand still at her breasts, she pinched her nipples and rode the
waves of the third orgasm, shaking and quaking all over again.

Inside her head, she could hear Breean roaring, as if he, too, were coming. Somehow, that only increased her pleasure. “I . . . I . . .”

Breean was shouting her name, just as she'd craved, and then, suddenly, she was shivering, experiencing a fourth eruption—
his
pleasure becoming hers as well. Her blood sizzled and blistered through her veins, just like in the forest, and the scent of honey drifted from
her,
filling the entire room, branding her soul-deep.

Utterly replete, Aleaha slumped over the rim of the tub once more. She might never be able to move again, was more exhausted than she'd ever been in her life. She was breathless, her heartbeat racing, her bones like jelly. Yet she'd never felt better.

She hadn't slept in the cell, too keyed up, wondering what the future held. Now her eyelids closed of their own accord and stayed closed as if they'd been glued.

“I guess you liked your gift,” she managed to say.

He chuckled.
I did indeed. Sleep now.

And she did.

•   •   •

Breean had never, in all his years, experienced anything like that.

He exited Aleaha's body, reforming into a solid mass, then carried her to the bed and gently splayed her over the mattress. The ends of her dark hair were wet, dripping. Moisture danced along every inch of
her flushed skin, her nipples were still hard, and her limbs were boneless.

She was the most erotic sight he'd ever beheld.

Naked, he crawled in beside her and pulled her into his side. He'd come inside her. His spirit had somehow experienced absolute release while inhabiting her. He'd never heard of such a thing happening, much less being possible, but it
had
happened. They'd been fused, one being.

Several times, he'd felt her body try to change images. Felt the bones trying to lengthen or shorten, even felt the pigment in her skin trying to lighten or darken. But he'd maintained a firm grip on her, on Aleaha, and she'd remained the same, just as he'd promised her. Just as she'd hoped. Surely that was a sign they were meant to be together.

Together. Yes. He wasn't going to let her go, he decided. Not ever. She was his, from this moment on. She didn't have a man, and she desired him. She might still be fighting it, but she did desire him.

His next mission: making her admit it.

In the wee hours of the morning, Breean left Aleaha in bed. With her cozied up to him, he'd been too keyed up and hadn't been able to sleep, and now
he needed to meet with Talon. Though he desperately wanted to take her with him, she was still lost in slumber, at peace, and he was loath to wake her. He really had worn her out, he thought, grinning. He'd satisfied his woman into a stupor.

Even as grateful as she would surely be—in his dreams—he didn't trust her, and made sure to lock the door. And smart boy that he was, he'd nailed the window permanently shut before ever inviting her into his bedroom.

He nodded to the men striding through the halls, keeping guard. Nodded to those cleaning and sharpening their weapons, getting ready to stand watch. Seeing them work so diligently, a wave of guilt hit him. He'd have to take a shift soon. His army worked hard; the men deserved a break, and god knew he'd already had his. But damn if he was ready to leave Aleaha for an extended period, now that he had her where he wanted her.

Finally he reached his office, where Talon was waiting for him. As Breean claimed his chair at the desk, his friend, seated in front of him, glanced up from the book he'd been perusing.