The Hard Way (Box Set) (32 page)

“Damn, I hate it when I’m wrong,” he growled, climbing to his feet and turning toward the shower. He was going to get him one more piece of Ash before he went back… if he could find a way out of this place.

Being a king demanded certain sacrifices, he decided. He would put up with his human mate for a time. And if she was anything like Ash, he would even mourn at the end of her short life span.

“Ash?” he called, stepping into the steamy bathroom. “Brace yourself, baby! I’m about to show you why Dryads are considered the Lords of the Water!”

Johansen clenched his fist, and instantly Ash was enveloped in the grip of steaming hot waters.

“Johansen!” She was bodily lifted from the ground, her legs spread even as she was held in a sitting position.

“I hope you’ve gotten yourself together.” Tossing the robe from his body, he stalked into the bathroom. It seemed somehow bigger than it had been before.

“Johansen?” Ash’s eyes went wide as she stared at the man before her. She seemed to realize he had come to some conclusions and wanted to celebrate.

But he spoke not a word. Instead, he opened his hands and the tingling waters spread Ash’s legs even further, lifting her so that, as he approached, her pussy was just about at mouth level. His eyes were a deep, dark blue as he stepped even closer. He closed his eyes and inhaled her personal scent.

“Even through this water, I can smell you.” His words were spoken in a deep bass. He opened his eyes, staring up at her through long lashes.

Before she could gather her wits enough to comment, he leaned forward, his fingers separating her labia, exposing her to a harder stream of water he directed with his arcana.

“I want you to feel everything,” he purred. “And I want to watch.”

Ash hissed, closing her eyes. He spread her wide and the stream of water teased her clit. She felt it swell under his gaze and the direct touch of the water, heard the whimpers that flowed from her throat.

“Beautiful.” He directed a tendril of water to wrap around the base of his cock, a semi transparent, bubbly cock ring that held him hard and erect. He moved to hold her spread with one hand as the other trailed over her ass. “Have you ever played here?” he wondered out loud. The delectable flesh of her ass had drawn him ever since she’d bent over when they first fucked. Now he wanted a piece of that for himself.

As she nodded frantically, a slow grin spread across his face. He felt his heart pound and his cock grew even harder in its confinement as he thought about spearing her with his hard flesh.

“Then we must play.” He directed another tendril of water to rise between them. At his silent direction, the shaft of water began to spin, bubble and twirl while maintaining its form.

“Do you know where this is going?” he asked, and a shocked Ash could only shake her head no.

He chuckled, deep and dark, and ran one finger over the puckered entrance to her ass, feeling the tight muscles quiver beneath his touch. Ash moaned, throwing her head back as she reacted to his words. Her body grew full and wet, her juices running over her labia to join the water all around them.

“Have a toy,” he whispered, then that twirling bubbling mass of water began to work its way into her pussy.

“Ahhh!” she screamed, her hips fighting to arch up against the warm, wet grip of the water. But there was no give at all. She was held tight as the shaft of water ravaged her hungry pussy. His fingers relaxed their hold on her folds but immediately traveled to her clit, pinching and tugging at the small, swollen nubbin.

“Johansen!” Ash shrieked, and he shuddered, trying to concentrate on getting her ready when all he wanted to do was slam as hard and as deep as he could inside her.

His other finger began to press harder against the opening of her ass, striking nerves rarely stimulated and causing her to bite her lips in anguished ecstasy. He leaned forward to lick away small droplets of blood that appeared as her fangs pierced the skin of her lip.

“Don’t hold it in,” he breathed. “I want to hear you moan.” With another silent thought, a slim shaft of water appeared at her ass, slick water that coated his fingers and the muscles of her anal opening. “I love this.” He pressed his finger inward.

She shrieked her pleasure, and Johansen felt his cock lurch in its suspending ring. Her insides were so hot, so soft, so tight and elastic. He couldn’t wait to bury himself there. Slowly, moaning himself, he began to pump his finger inside her, moving it in time with the twirling shaft that filled her pussy to overflowing.

“Johansen!” she bellowed, tears forming in her eyes at the intensity of the feelings he created within her. She bit her lips, tossing her head from side to side, held suspended by the gently flowing waters. They seemed to caress every inch of her body while fucking her pussy to the same rhythm Johansen’s finger fucked her ass. Her hands clenched and her body shook, and Johansen could not get enough.

“You are so beautiful this way,” he groaned, fucking her a little faster with his finger, then slowly and carefully adding a second. “Soon, I’m going to take your ass, Ash. I’ll fuck your ass with my cock as my waters dance within your pussy.”

“Yes!” Ash managed, her voice high and needy. “Yes please! In my ass!”

Johansen grunted and added a third finger, cramming them carefully inside her, fantasizing about the tight velvet grip he would soon feel surrounding his cock. Suddenly, Ash stiffened as the first of what he hoped would be many climaxes rocked her body. He watched in rapture as her cunt struggled around the shaft of water, watched her convulse rhythmically and shudder with her release.

He felt a drop of pre-cum slip past his foreskin as it retracted farther back, exposing the glistening purple head.

“This is going to feel so good…” He pulled his fingers out of her ass, watched her anus gape open like a small hungry mouth. Determined to fill her, he pulled her down to his level, directing more of the slick water to coat his cock. “I’m going in, Ash,” he breathed. “Come for me again.” Johansen pressed against the outer muscles that guarded her inner treasures.

He wrapped his hands around her hips, the confining waters reclining backwards as he eased forward. The head of his dick popped through the first ring of muscle. Ash opened her mouth, threw her head back and panted while he groaned and shuddered.

“Slowly,” he reminded himself out loud, easing in further. Her heat was amazing, unbelievable, and so tantalizing it almost brought a tear to his eyes. He felt the head being strangled by the tight, muscular grip before it suddenly gave way and he found himself sinking deeper. “Arcana, you are so hot, Ash.” His spine tingled and his toes curled on the tile floor. “You are so perfect on my cock.”

Ash shuddered. The shaft of water in her pussy began to move faster, keeping her on the edge of release as her ass was filled to capacity. Slowly, he forged onward until at last his balls slapped at the crease in her ass and his pubic curls meshed tightly with hers. “Perfection,” he moaned.

Ash responded by screaming as another orgasm ripped through her body, sending her anal muscles spasming around his thick cock.

“Arcana, Ash!” Johansen bellowed, resting his forehead against her chest and trying not to lose control.

After a moment of her erotic groans and whimpers, he pulled out an inch and carefully eased back in. The pull on his cock was delicious, and he felt his balls draw up almost instantly. She was driving him over the edge without even trying. He carefully eased his way out and then back into her ass, the shaft of water in her pussy keeping time as the tendril of water teased her clit.

Ash was losing it, her eyes wide as intense pleasure stole her voice and her muscle control. She just grunted every time he bottomed out, her pussy and her ass convulsing around the objects filling her. The water ran over her body, stimulating her nipples, her sides, her neck and other places she’d never considered erogenous zones.

And Johansen savored each and every wiggle and sound.

“Hot and tight,” he panted, leaning over to pull one erect nipple into his mouth, “Mmm.”

He began to speed up his motions, Ash’s body struggling to arch into the touch, demanding more with her silent, wonder-filled eyes. And Johansen was happy to deliver, running his hands over her body through his waters, moving his hips faster, grinding his cock in deep.

Time lost all meaning to him as he enjoyed his pound of flesh. And Ash responded wonderfully to him, climaxing over and over, giving so much of herself without restraint.

It was too good to last.

Soon the heat and her velvet tightness drove him over the edge.

“Ash… Ah! Ash!” he grunted, his hands tightening on her waist as he began to spiral into release. “Arcana, bless me!” he bellowed at last, the tingling in his balls reaching critical mass.

He closed his eyes. His muscles clenched, his thighs froze, and his hips drove him onward in uncontrollable spasms of ecstasy. Again and again he thrust, driving himself in as deep as he could as his cock shot wad after hot wad of come deep within her ass. Ash herself stiffened and found the energy to scream when one final climax tore through her body. Her eyes closed and her pussy and ass tightened down one last time before her consciousness fled.

Johansen groaned and gasped, fighting for breath, to draw in energy for the waters, because having sex with Ash was about to kill him. He felt his knees wobble and called upon the waters to cushion and support him. It was with the last of his energy that he recalled the shafts and tendrils that tormented her body.

His waters had done their job well.

It was a prince, replete in every way, that called the waters from their bodies and carried them back to the bed, depositing them there dry and clean once more. He cuddled Ash close and finally closed his eyes, his body demanding rest.

Johansen smiled down at the exhausted female currently snoring in his bed. He chuckled at the thought of the expression on her face when he had speared that tight little ass of hers.

Ash was the oddest female he had ever come across. It was sad that she would not be his mate. He didn’t know much about her, in spite of the time they’d spent together, but he had a feeling discovering her hidden facets would be… interesting, to say the least.

He leaned down and placed one more kiss on her forehead, running his fingers through that wonderfully textured hair of hers. It was so different from what he was used to that he wished he could bag some and take it with him. But he didn’t have that right.

He pulled away and began to dress in the clothing he had arrived in, a velvet tunic over a linen shirt and tight, black leather pants.

Something was urging him to dress, and it seemed he had no power to fight the call. Completing his toilet, he turned one last time to stare at her perfect yet imperfect human features and then he walked out the door… right into an elevator car.

He had time to gasp once and then the glass car moved swiftly downwards. It slid open with a hiss and suddenly he was faced with a team of porters dressed in livery.

“Mr. Blakeley,” one said, grinning. “I see you are ready to check out. Very good, sir. I hope you enjoyed your visit here, and will return to us when you have a need.”

Johansen blinked, as if acclimating himself to a new environment, then he nodded.

“It’s time for me to make my way home.” His words were spoken softly but with determination. “There are matters I have to see too.”

“Very good, sir,” the porter replied. “I wish you the best of luck in the future.”

Nodding, Johansen made his way to the bank of glass doors that lead to the exit, determination in his steps and the vague memory of some dark-skinned female urging him on.

He couldn’t quite remember her face or her name, but… his memories of her were decidedly… different.

Ash awoke to the strangest sounds. It sounded like a jungle had moved outside her doors. Curious, she looked around for the… um… the man…

There had been a man with her, right?

She shook her head, her memories fuzzy. Yes, there had been a man, only now… now she couldn’t recall what he looked like! It was odd, but she knew she’d grown to like him, and that he’d been confused as hell.

Shrugging her shoulders, she rose to her feet, wincing when her body protested. She was sore in all the right places, but damn if she could remember the reasons. Inhaling deeply, she pulled on a robe that lay at the bottom of her bed and made her way to the door. The sounds were getting louder and her curiosity was growing.

She touched the door handle and paused. It felt warmer than any steel knob had the right to feel.

“What’s going on?” How long had she been in here, anyway?

Hoping to find some answers on the other side of the door, she twisted the handle. Silently, the door slid open.

For a second she was blinded by a bright white light. The scent of new and old foliage filled her nostrils, and the sounds of wild birds screamed through the air.

Then she saw something moving.

She took a step forward, and her feet sank into lush grasses, soft and giving. There it was again! A flash of red and then…

She screamed, stumbling backwards as she threw her hands out in front of her.

“What the fu --”

The door slammed shut.

Stephanie Burke

A death wish. A forbidden creature of Legend. A hotel where the most enthralling things can and do happen…

Ash is old, even for a vampire. She’s seen too much. She no longer feels. She thought she wanted to die… until she meets… him. Her. It.

Nightshade. A forbidden child, a creature that never should have existed… and it wants to feed. Ash is perfect for the task -- sex and a meal all in one nearly perfect package.

But when worlds collide, anything can happen… on the 13th floor.