For now, at least.
Her hands knew just where to stroke, just how much pressure to apply to give him the most pleasure. Sweat beaded his skin and he clenched the covers in an effort to keep from grabbing her and throwing her down on the bed before he plunged inside her.
Fallon moaned and his eyes rolled back in his head when he felt her hair tickle his legs. Her warm breath washed over his cock, making it buck in her hands before it swelled even more.
And then he felt her mouth on him.
Fallon groaned and lifted his head so he could watch. Her soft lips fit around him as she took him deep in her mouth while her tongue stroked him. He had never felt anything so good, so wicked, in his very long life.
“Ah, sweet heaven, Larena, you’re killing me,” he murmured, his gaze fastened on her wet lips over his cock. His hands went to her head to grip her hair. He couldn’t decide if he had reached for her to halt the exquisite pleasure or to make sure she never stopped.
But it became too much. He could sense his seed rushing up, and though the thought of spilling in her mouth left him dizzy, he wanted to feel her wet heat surround him.
Fallon lifted her and rolled her onto her back in one move. He leaned over her, his hands braced on either side of her head. Their gazes locked and held.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he said. He had to make her understand how important she was to him.
She smiled wickedly then. “I like the taste of you. I want more.”
He moaned and clenched his teeth together. She was going to kill him.
Fallon decided she needed some payback and leaned down to take a nipple in his mouth. He stopped just short of his lips touching the tiny bud and flicked his tongue over it. He chuckled when her nipple hardened.
“Fallon,” she said with a little cry.
He didn’t keep her waiting. He covered the nipple with his lips and let his tongue twirl around the bud before nipping it with his teeth.
Larena’s back arched and her nails scoured his back. He rubbed his cock against her sex and felt the moisture there, the readiness that told him she craved his touch.
“Shall I taste you as you’ve tasted me?” he asked against her breast as he kissed from one nipple to the other.
She tossed her head back and forth. “Please, nay. I need you. Now.”
Just as he guided the head of his arousal to her entrance, she pushed at his shoulders until he rolled onto his back. He stared up at her with a smile as she once more straddled his hips and held herself over his cock.
He trembled with the aching need to have her, to bury himself in her heat and thrust inside her. But he waited. She tortured him by holding his rod in her hand, her sex hovering over him, giving him just the barest touch of her wet heat.
Fallon growled and tried to think of anything but the woman above him so he wouldn’t peak. But she demanded all of his attention, and he couldn’t deny her anything.
Inch by agonizing inch she lowered herself onto his straining cock. Fallon lifted his hips to bury himself deeper, but Larena kept in control. She was driving him daft with need.
And he loved every moment of it.
When she took all of him, he reached for her breasts and thumbed her nipples as she began to rock against him. With her mouth parted and her head thrown back as she rode him, she was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.
Fallon never wanted to forget this moment, never wanted to forget the feelings that Larena brought out in him.
He pinched her nipples and rolled them between his fingers. She cried out, her hips moving faster as her tempo increased. He was so close to climaxing, but he wasn’t ready for it to end. He was never ready for it to end when she was in his arms.
Larena’s nails dug into his chest. She leaned forward and kissed him, rubbing her nipples against him. Fallon gripped her hips and ground against her, eager to bury himself deeper, always deeper, harder. She whispered his name and straightened as her hips once more rocked against him.
He moved his hand between their bodies and found her clitoris with his thumb. He stroked the swollen nub faster with each cry from her beautiful mouth until she was shaking with need.
She screamed his name and jerked. The first pull of her climax around his cock brought his own orgasm. Fallon held on to Larena as he surrendered himself to her.
His arms cradled her as she slumped against him, their bodies slick with sweat from their lovemaking. He could feel the thudding of her heart and realized it matched his beat for beat.
When he was at last able to open his eyes he looked into a face he wanted to see beside him every day for the rest of his life. The realization should have shocked him, but it didn’t. His body had known Larena from the first. It just took his brain longer to catch up.
“Oh my,” she murmured drowsily.
“Sleep. I’ve got you.” He tucked her against him and kissed her forehead.
For once, everything was as it should be.
Deirdre wanted to kill the three Warriors who had dared to repeatedly torture Quinn, but she needed them. Yet, she could — and would — make an example out of them.
She had called the wyrran and other Warriors into the cavern that served as her great hall. The mountain had done a magnificent job of opening such a space for her, but then again, the stones couldn’t ignore a command from her. They were connected, she and the stones, in ways that others couldn’t understand.
Deirdre looked at the three Warriors behind her. They were held by magical chains from the floor and ceiling with their arms and legs braced apart. They had been stripped of their clothes as well.
One of the Warriors turned his head to look at her over his shoulder. She saw fear in his eyes, just as she wanted. They didn’t know what she would do to them, and it was time they learned.
“These three have decided to take matters into their own hands with a prisoner.” Her voice carried to all corners of the cavern.
She turned to the crowd. “I won’t tolerate such impudence. You will obey me at all times in everything. Or you will feel my wrath.”
Deirdre drew in a long breath and heard the crowd gasp as the strands of her white hair that dragged the floor rose around her and extended to a greater length. She glanced at the locks that had once been a striking golden color; as her power had grown, the color had disappeared.
Her hair, and her eyes, had a way of making people cower in fear. She smiled and faced the three Warriors.
“Never again will you disobey me. If you do, I will kill you. Do you understand?”
“Aye, mistress,” the three replied.
Deirdre let her hair fly. Her hair was a weapon that could be used in many different ways. This time, she would use it as a whip, though she had killed with the strands before, as she would again.
Over and over her hair slashed the backs of the Warriors until their skin was shredded and blood dripped down their legs to the floor. Only then was her anger appeased.
Her hair fell lifeless to her ankles, no longer a weapon. She turned to a group of wyrran. “Leave them until they are healed. Then throw them into the Pit for a week.”
The Pit was where she put people she wanted to break quickly, or die gruesomely. Only the strong survived in the Pit, but even then they didn’t last long. Most realized it was futile to fight her and aligned with her or she had them killed.
Without another word, she strode from the great hall to the stairs that wound through the mountain. She had sent Quinn to her chamber to be bathed, and with merely a touch, she had ensured he slept through it all.
The door to her chamber opened as she neared it. As always, the wyrran sensed her presence. She glanced at James, who was still held by the rocks as his punishment as she walked into her bedchamber. She moved to the bed and looked down at Quinn. The dirt and grime from the dungeons no longer coated his skin and hair.
The material that had once been his breeches had been removed and a blanket now covered his lower body. Deirdre threw back the blanket and looked at the man who would share her bed, the Warrior who would give her
