Touch of the Fire God [Scions of the Ankh 1] (Siren Publishing Classic) (6 page)

We should stop this right now! Any second now!

But the pull was strong. It was as if someone was pulling her strings like a puppet. Never had she felt such intense, addictive sexual attraction. She felt as if her blood was boiling and burning her from the inside out, and he was the only one who could save her.

But she didn’t want to be saved. She wanted to be devoured. She loved the feel of the arousal he sparked in her. Yet as much as she loved this unexpected tryst, she was intent on stopping this complete stranger from having his way with her, determined she would stop caressing his hard body as well ...

In a minute, she was sure of it. The pure bliss seemed to permeate through every pore in her body.

A thousand hands seemed to caress her at the same time, everywhere. How could this man know every erogenous zone she had when she wasn’t even aware of them? His talented, strong hands were massaging her middle back, her scalp, putting her in a daze. Her body seemed to hum with a sexual response she could practically hear.

She felt Ralabos’ hands, one at her hip, one on her ass. Somehow, through the haze, she felt herself being stroked in her most private of places. The nub of her sex was being manipulated somehow, and an amazing erotic heat centered there and began to build.

It seemed to pulse and center on her clit. She was lost to the sensations, and she ground against him faster, feeling something building. He pulled her hips closer, letting her feel just how much he was enjoying her.

“Find your pleasure,” he whispered silkily in her ear. “Use me.” She tore her lips away from his to bite down on his shoulder. He lifted her skirt and tore her underwear away in one rip, the sound barely registering in her hazy lust.

Then somehow he unfastened his lounging pants and let them fall to the floor.

Now it was just hot skin to hot skin. Sex to sex. He pulled her tighter now, feeling the soft, womanly hairs against his rigid cock.

He lifted one of her legs, letting his cock nestle between her hot, wet lips. Then he rocked back and forth, increasing her pleasure.

She threw back her head and moaned as she rubbed herself against the length of him. She was beautiful in her passion! Her face was flushed, her skin glowing from the heat he produced. He directed more heat into his cock, and she shook from her increased arousal. Her nails dug into his arms wantonly as she strode to her peak.

“For me ...” he said to her, coaxing her in that voice that made her wanton for him, “for Ralabos!”

He bit lightly into her neck, and she came on a scream. Her eyes were shut tight, and her body shook wildly as she rode the waves of her orgasm.

Prickles of electricity seemed to randomly zip through her body as she reveled in hedonistic pleasure. She felt Ralabos release between her legs, it splashed hot on the inside of her thighs. He practically growled as he shuddered from his release.

He, too, was panting heavily, the urge to complete the act as it was intended almost too much to resist. But he wasn’t ready to deflower her, not now. It wasn’t the right time.

Rene slowly came back to herself as the waves subsided. She felt hot and so satisfied—until reality checked in. Then she realized what she had done with intense embarrassment. Here she stood, with a complete stranger, his cum running down her leg.

And no less, she had just literally had her first man-induced orgasm, masturbating on his cock.

His pants were settled quite comfortably around his legs, her ripped underwear at their feet. She forced her leg down out of his grip, mortified beyond words by her behavior.

“Look at me,” he said softly, halting her before she could run away. When she didn’t respond, he continued. “We are both adults, and passion is beautiful. There is no shame here.”

“I don’t know you,” she choked out, ready to cry as the horror set in at what she had done. “I’ve never, never done this.”

She burst into tears, afraid of what he must think. Where the hell did her common sense and willpower go off to play? What the hell just happened here?

He sensed her self-reprimanding thoughts, and if possible, he loved the human version of his wife even more. She had no idea what it meant that she was so attracted to him that she shared with him what she had shared with no other.

“As I have never done this with another,” he said quietly.

Her dark, tear-filled eyes looked up at him then. Her perfect, beautiful face filled his heart. She was an ample mix of sexiness and innocence, and he had missed her so much.

“You expect me to believe that?” She almost laughed, but the laugh died on a sob.

“It is true. I have never done this with another.” It was true; he had never had relations with anyone but her. She had been, and would be, his only mate.

“You’re being gallant, thank you.” She bent down to retrieve her torn underwear. Then he firmly took them out of her grasp.

“Surely you will not deny me this?” he asked, balling them up in his hands, then putting them to his nose. Casually, he pulled his pants up and slowly retied the strings, daring her to look at him.

She turned away, but he knew she was looking out the side of her vision. His chest swelled with manly pride. Judging by her florid blush, she liked what she saw.

“I should go ... clean up and find Jonathan.” She began to back toward the door, shocked to realize that anyone could have come upon them.

“I would like to talk to you later,” Ralabos said, “if you will allow me to get to know you.”

He tilted his head to the side, his braid coming into view. Next time, Rene wanted to feel his hair loosed and falling all over her body.

Next time?
she thought.
Snap out of it, Rene. You need some serious therapy.
One minute she believed herself to be sexually challenged one way, and now it seemed a challenge to keep her legs closed around this guy.

“Sure,” she mustered, not sure if she meant it, but she needed time to think.

Ralabos watched her scurry away. Very soon she would not be able to just walk away from him. He would see to that.

Her face felt like it was on fire. Every time she thought about what she had done with Ralabos, she felt shame—because of how much she enjoyed it.

Afterward, she had returned to her room and showered. Too embarrassed to see him again so soon, she claimed to be tired and took advantage of Anaise’s generous offer and took dinner in her room.

She remained holed-up all night and was blessed that he didn’t enter her dreams. There was hope for her yet.

When morning came, she left the house early, avoiding everyone, determined to have a productive day. But now, sitting in the back of the limo with the time heading toward noon, she felt apprehensive.

There was still nothing today about Franklin Summit’s missing body. She had waited hours for the person in charge to come and speak to her personally, but eventually was told her appointment couldn’t be kept due to an unforeseen emergency.

She had nothing else to do, and Jonathan still had not delivered the will as promised.

She eyed the stone cat statues outside the house as she waited for the limo driver to open the door for her. Jonathan insisted that his employees be as well mannered as he.

Just as she was pulling her sunglasses from her face, Ralabos walked out the door, purposefully striding toward her. Shit! Was it too late to go back into the limo unnoticed? Rene tried to appear indifferent, but she was about as nonchalant as a mouse that was about to be swallowed by a very capable predator. Then she started uncontrollably fidgeting with her purse.

“You were missed at the first meal,” Ralabos drawled slowly while looking her up and down and making no effort to hide his blatant sexual appraisal of her and his disapproval of her avoidance.

“I wasn’t hungry,” Rene lied as the sound of her stomach echoed even in her ears.

“Your body needs sustenance.”

“Well, I’ll grab something later.”

“What is it that you are doing now that requires you to ignore your most basic needs?”

Rene didn’t need a microscope to get the double meaning. Her brain, the very brain that had given her straight As throughout her educational career, the one that had gotten her out of some pretty sticky situations, the very brain that was well sought-after when an expert was needed in her field, was having a brain freeze! A complete and total sub-zero freeze gripped her in its icy talons.

“You see, even you cannot justify this.” Ralabos took her elbow, steered her toward the door, and led her directly to the kitchen as if she was a wayward child.

Along the way, Rene cursed her traitorous brain. At least the slew of profanities was flowing nicely, even if they were directed toward her.

“Really, I’m not a child.”

“But you hide like one,” he retorted and then turned to her. “There was much food leftover after the sunrise meal. Where would the servants put it?”

Was he crazy? “In the refrigerator, of course,” she answered sarcastically, and when he still appeared puzzled, “The big metal box with the door, black handle.”

Ralabos smiled then, as if suddenly remembering.

She had masturbated with this gorgeous but obvious nut job? Her face flamed at the memory.
Good going, Rene,
she chided herself.

Ralabos looked at the flush of color on her face and knew from where it stemmed. He had read her thoughts, though he tried to hide his obvious pleasure. She lusted after him, and that was definitely a start. He would definitely have to use the Internet to find out what a
nut job
was.

He pulled the cold food from the refrigerator and sent heat directly to it to warm it, then sat the various dishes in front of her. It would definitely require a lot more work in order to eradicate her defenses, he thought.

She daintily picked up a biscuit.

“This ... is still warm?” she said in confusion. “Breakfast was hours ago.”

“Perhaps this refrigerator keeps food warm as well.”

“Uh no, it’s for keeping things cold. The oven is for warming things.” Rene briefly wondered if he did really just crawl out from under a rock.

“Why are you avoiding me, zenj’a?” he asked her pointedly, his gray eyes tracking her every move. Rene let the use of the endearment go for now.

“I wasn’t avoiding you.” It was part truth; she was avoiding everyone, as she truly believed that the others had to but look at her to know what she had done with a complete stranger.

“There should be no shame in sharing equal pleasure. Besides, zenj’a, we had only just begun,” he said softly, now leaning on his elbows on the marble countertop and forcing direct eye contact.

For a brief second, Rene thought she saw flames leap into his eyes. She closed her eyes and choked on her biscuit. Then she got up and poured herself a glass of water from the sink and drank heavily before continuing, her back to him.

“About that, Mr. Smith ...”

“You are to call me Ralabos,” he demanded.

She began again.

“That incident was isolated and shall not be repeated.” She used her Dr. Selkis voice, very professional, very cool. “I am not in the habit of engaging in such play with complete strangers.”

She stayed focused on the slowly dripping faucet and slowly reached out to shut it off completely. “My apologies for giving you the wrong impression.”

The water was shut off, and she was done, but it soon became obvious that he wasn’t.

“Impression?” he mused. His voice came closer as she realized the mistake of keeping her back to him and remaining totally immobile.

“By that, do you mean the representation of yourself as a beautiful and intelligent woman? The image I have of you as a passionate, sexually exquisite partner is all wrong?” His lips whispered against the shell of her ear.

“Am I to believe you’re not really soft and smooth, that you don’t taste sweeter than anything that has ever touched my lips, zenj’a?

“Or that the smell of you doesn’t drive all reason from my brain and make my cock want to find a home between your long, shapely legs? Are you apologizing for those impressions, love?”

His large hands, so warm and soothing, rested on either hip, and with a reflexive, natural-feeling move that she would wonder about later, her head leaned back and rested on his chest.

“Can you honestly say I am a complete stranger?” His words slithered their way into her reasoning, though as of late, it seemed that her ability to reason couldn’t be trusted.

Was he a stranger? She knew him. Her body wept for him. She knew him from her dreams. Were they dreams? Had they, on some level, connected and spent time together? Her mind said no, she had just met him, while her heart kept screaming that she had known this man since the dawn of time.

“I admit, you seem ... familiar,” Rene conceded, every muscle in her body tense, waiting to see what he would do, how he would touch her. Shouldn’t she be cursing him out at some point for his rather bold sexual words?

“I will accept that for now, zenj’a,” he rumbled in her ear. Then he released her, stepping back quickly and silently. Rene turned her head slightly while assuring herself she was not disappointed that he had not tried to further the situation.