Veiled (16 page)

Don’t leave me.
The words left his mind too fast for him to call them back.

Rachel had just folded off her battle suit when she turned to him, her milky skin glowing in the soft moonlight. “Duncan, I’m not going to leave you. Is that what has your brow fixed in a tight line? I would never leave you.”

She looked almost appalled that he’d think such a thing.

“I didn’t mean to say that. I’m not even sure why I did. But I want you to be safe. And whatever it was you saw—”

She went to him and grabbed his arms with both hands. “The vision had nothing to do with the war, I promise you. It was something personal, something I’ve had on my mind for a long time. In some ways, it was very sweet, the images I mean.”

“Nothing about doing battle? Or about training?”

“Not even a little bit. Now let it go, please, because I’m going to swim.”

She turned away and stepped quickly into the water. As soon as she was waist deep she dove under and came up smiling. “This is exactly what I needed.”

Duncan let his doubts and fears recede and with a wave of his hand, sent his battle suit to his Paradise Valley home hamper.

“Walk slow,” she called out, treading water.

“Why?”

When her gaze fell to his cock, he laughed, then slowed his pace so she could have a good look. Even the water now carried her beautiful garden scent and he began to grow firm.

As he moved into the water, she paddled slowly in his direction. He’d always felt this way with Rachel, driven toward her. The
breh-hedden
had only intensified his need and desire for her.

When he was knee deep, he stopped. He held his cock in his hand as she closed the distance between them. She’d always loved this masculine part of his body. He took a few more steps until the fingertips of his free hand touched the water.

He held himself ready for her, knowing what he wanted her to do and what she’d always enjoyed doing.

As she drew close to his groin, her lips parted and his cock slid inside her warm, moist mouth. She latched on and began to suck, her hands grabbing his ass and squeezing hard. He closed his eyes, his hips arching, his cock sliding deeper into her mouth.

He moaned, pulled his cock back to the edge of her lips, then pushed in once more.

The motion had her nails digging into his flesh.

Shield us,
he sent softly through her mind.

Without hesitation, he felt her vibration flow over him until he knew they were cloaked and safe. If the enemy, in any form, should show up, Rachel would be safe.

He dropped his hand to cup the back of her neck and rocked his hips faster. She groaned and he loved how responsive she’d always been to him. When he reached a point where it would be hard to hold back, he eased from her mouth. Dropping in front of her, he gathered her in his arms, then turned to float her in the water.

He took her out into the deepest part of the pool and spun her several times. She draped her arms and legs straight out, enjoying the ride. She giggled and the sound eased his heart. He’d missed this so much, missed the joy she’d always brought to his warrior life.

After a few spins, she wiggled out of his grasp, turned, then leaped on his chest. She flung her arms around his neck and kissed him, dipping inside his mouth when he parted his lips.

He held her tight against him as her tongue worked his mouth, teasing and pleasuring him.

I want to take you in the air,
he sent.

She gasped and drew back to hold his gaze. “High in the air?”

He nodded.

“We’ve never done that before.” He could see the glitter in her eyes and knew she was intrigued.

“I know. But ever since we started mounting our wings at Third Earth levels, I’ve wanted to extend the experience. You game?”

She smiled and pulled away from him, heading toward the rocky edge of the pool. Wings could handle water, but made movement much harder.

Once she was on the bank, he watched her close her eyes, hold out her hands palms up, and take several deep breaths. He could tell she was savoring the moment. Coupled with sex, wing-mount was incredibly erotic. She arched her neck and her nipples grew peaked as her wings suddenly exploded into the air.

Since becoming a Warrior of the Blood, Rachel’s wings had grown in width and height. They were a shimmering pale green with dark brown bands. She wafted them slowly and rose a few feet into the air.

Her lips parted as she opened her eyes and met his gaze. She crooked her finger at him several times and smiled.

He left the water and moved to stand close to her. The height she’d risen allowed him to caress her from her narrow waist, down her curved hips and thighs, all the way to her feet. Wings offered all sorts of possibilities and this was one of them. Without bending his knees, he could kiss her navel. Then, as he began to move lower, she rose just high enough in the air so he could tend to her sex.

I like the way you’re thinking,
he sent.

And I love your tongue.

He took the hint, dipped between her folds, and began to lick. She moaned softly, her hips arching into his face.

He slid his arms around her hips and pressed her close. He kissed and licked her then took as much of her in his mouth as he could. She gave a small cry when he began to suck.

Her hands found the top of his head, her fingers driving through his thick hair.

Put your legs over my shoulders. Can you do that?

Absolutely.
Rachel had always been willing to try new things.

He held onto her hips as she settled her legs on his shoulders. Fanning her wings slightly, she held herself in position and at the same time created a slight breeze flowing around them both.

When he tilted her backward just enough, the angle gave him access to her well. He rimmed her sex with his tongue then drove deep. He felt her back arch and her thighs grip him hard. He wanted to make her come in this position. He thrust faster and faster so that soon she was releasing a series of passionate cries.

I’m close, Duncan. Give it to me.

He sped up, moving vampire fast. Her body grew rigid and she cried out as her well spasmed with pleasure. He didn’t stop thrusting with his tongue until she at last relaxed against him and slid her thighs from around his shoulders.

He pulled her down to him and embraced her by slipping his arms around her neck. Her wings wafted as she moved in close and pressed her hips against his.

I love you, Rachel. I love you so much.
He kissed her deeply.

He felt her sigh against him.
You’ve always known how to work my body. Thank you.
She often expressed gratitude when he pleasured her, one more thing he loved about her.

He ground his hips against hers, letting her feel his arousal. Bringing her to a climax always made him hard.

She pulled away just enough to caress his face with her hands. Her wings moved softly through the air, though not enough to lift her off the ground.

“I love doing this with you, Duncan. I always have. I think it’s my most favorite thing.”

“Even more than working in your garden?”

She smiled. “Yes. As much as I love growing things,” she reached low and palmed his thick talk, “I love growing this even more.”

She pleased him, the way she talked, the way she savored his maleness, the way she held him higher than her favorite pastime. The viper within his gut lifted it’s headed and showed its fangs.
How can she think so much of you? She doesn’t know you. Not really.

Duncan shut the reptile down and focused his attention on Rachel. “I’m going to mount my wings now.”

~

“Do you want to come while you mount?” There was so much pleasure with wing-release, adding an orgasm would be an amazing experience.

She’d never done this with him before, though. She didn’t exactly wait for an answer as she lowered herself just enough to take him in her mouth and suckle him. After a minute of enjoying his cock and hearing him moan, she slowly stood upright, took his cock in hand, and used the moisture to work him.

His lips parted and he was breathing hard through his mouth. “Do you want me to come like this?”

A slow-smile overspread her lips. “I only suggest it because lately you’ve been able to come more than once when we’ve been together. Why not now at the same moment you release your wings? Have you ever done this before?”

He smiled at her. “Only alone and in private.”

Her eyes widened. “Then let me do it for you while you mount.”

He nodded. “I’d love it.”

She drew close to him and began stroking him, her other hand sliding around his waist. He planted both hands on her hips to keep her in place. He began breathing hard, panting against her cheek. “Rachel. Oh, God, that feels incredible.”

She slid one hand over his wing-locks. As swollen as they were, they streamed moisture. She glided her fingers over the sensitive apertures through which the wings would release. He arched and cried out. “Oh, shit, that feels good. Keep doing that. I’m close.”

She stroked his cock faster and kept rubbing his lower wing-locks. She could feel his wings ready to mount, so she moved her hand away and focused all her attention on his erection.

She slipped inside his head,
Come for me, Duncan. Come now.

Yes.

The moment he began to release his wings, he cried out and his cock began to jerk in her hand. She kept a steady, quick tug of her fist on his stalk, loving the shouts that erupted from his throat as his wings unfurled.

He let out a roar as he came, his warm seed spreading over her abdomen.

When his body settled down, and the tips of her wings batted against his, she let go of his cock. He leaned his forehead against hers. “That was fantastic.”

“Next time, you can do the same for me.”

He drew back enough to meet her gaze. “With pleasure.”

After a moment, she backed away and turned to wade into the stream. She rinsed off his semen, then returned to him.

But when she glanced down at his groin, she gasped. “You’re still hard.”

His eyes were at half-mast. “I’m liking this rise in powers. It’s helping other things stay where they ought to stay.”

His spicy ale scent flowed over her in heavy waves, teasing her sex and causing her legs to tremble. She swept her wings forward then back just enough to lift her up then catapult herself into his arms.

He caught her around the waist, and with a brisk downward sweep of his wings, he took her into the air. He moved swiftly so that within seconds they were out of the forest and flying up toward the stars.

She kept her shield tight, knowing death vampires could be anywhere and who knew when Yolanthe would decide to show up.

Eventually, he slowed and with a gentle flapping of his wings sustained them midair. “Why don’t you bring in your wings and let me do the work.” He kissed her neck, suckling above the vein.

I’d like that.

As soon as Duncan drew back and took her hands in his, she focused on her wing-locks. With a few deep breaths and her new Third ability, she brought in her wings with one swift, unbelievable thought.

“It’s amazing, isn’t it, the way the
grayle
power has of enhancing everything?”

“Incredible.” He was careful how he moved her close, always keeping one hand on her. She wasn’t able to levitate, so without her wings she’d fall.

But Duncan, as a warrior, was a very physical man, his body honed, his reflexes sharp. She felt very secure with him.

With one arm draped over her back and his hand on her ass, he said, “Wrap your legs around my waist.”

The sheer strength of his muscled arms, helped draw her entire body against him, even helping her pelvis to arch.

With her legs secured around his waist, she locked them in place.

He stared into her eyes, his wings wafting slowly overhead. “Use your hand and guide me in.” His smile was seductive.

She reached between their bodies, and once more held his cock in her hand. Tilting her pelvis, she guided him to her well. The moment he entered her wetness, she moaned. Nothing felt better to her than this intimate connection.

He held her tight against him and with his wings moving in a slight backward stroke, he began to drive into her.

She clutched his arms, savoring the feel of him. The sight of the stars appearing and reappearing with the rhythmic movements of his wings, brought her heart swelling. The moment felt so full and nothing pleased her soul more than being under the heavens, in the air, secure in Duncan’s arms while he made love to her.

Love was what she felt, all her affection for him, and her desire.
Feed from me Duncan. Take my blood.

He moaned as she angled her throat for him. Even while his wings wafted in the air, his strike was true. He formed a seal around the wound and began to suck.

The
breh-hedden
came to life in a new way in that moment. She began to see what it would be like to bond with him, to experience a permanent deep connection to him.

If they ever completed the mate-bonding, she would be able to feel what he felt at any given moment and he could know her physical location and her activities. Nothing would be more intimate.

She let herself enjoy these thoughts as he drank from her and rocked into her. His hips moved faster now, her pleasure rising as she flew toward the pinnacle of release.

Duncan
, she sent, tears in her eyes, desire building in a heavy sensation deep between her legs.

Rachel.
His voice pierced her mind, adding to all the sensations.

He groaned heavily as he used the momentum of the wings to push into her with his hips. He drove faster and harder.

He left her neck, which meant he was close.

A soft cry slipped past her lips as she met his gaze. Her breaths came in small gasps, until suddenly the orgasm barreled down on her, catching her tight between her legs with each thrust of his cock. She screamed, pleasure pouring through, gripping her low, and filling her chest with an incredible explosion of ecstasy. Duncan thrust faster than ever and finally began his second release.