“Enough.” He yanked away from her arms and sat back on his heels, breathing hard.
When was the last time he’d had a lover? Too long to recall. Females of his race didn’t understand his sense of humor, and most left in a puff of flames. However, sweet Sandra kept coming back.
She’d searched him out at his small farm, climbed the mountainside, jumped him when the gate teleported him among goblins to fight, and after all that, still returned to sing to him.
The saji either meant very much to her or maybe…he mentally shook himself. He wasn’t going to travel down this path. It only led to pain. Better to enjoy what he could in the present.
Gazing at her eager, beautiful face, he caught his breath. He had much better things to do than worry about his feelings, like convincing a certain human female she never wanted to leave his den.
With a sharp tug, he snapped the latch on the front of her bra open and let her rounded, firm tits tumble loose. They were even better than he’d imagined, and he had a pretty good imagination. He swept her into his arms and brought those perfect globes closer for a better inspection.
She gave a small cry of surprise at the sudden motion. Her chest rose faster. “You’re still very strong in this form.”
He licked one hard bud.
Gasping, she buried her fingers in his hair and clung to him.
Tender skin caressed his taste buds. So soft and bitable. He sucked on the nipple until she writhed in his arms, then he moved to the other. Silly of her to continue thinking of him as human after everything she’d seen.
“Koishi.”
He growled low in his throat and nipped her sensitive bud.
“Ow! Ishi, I meant Ishi.” She pulled at his hair, trying to flee his teasing suckles.
Spreading his hand over her spine, he had an excellent hold. She could fight all she wanted, but there’d be no escape. He grasped her breast in his free hand, molding it, enjoying the weight, while he ran a wet tongue over her swollen areola. Cream and silk slid over his tongue. How could a creature be so soft?
Wet jeans scraped against his chest as she spread her thighs. Words like Oh God and please kept slipping from between her lips.
He blew over the damp skin of her nipple and watched it harden even more.
She went silent as a shiver ran through her body and she arched her back.
Watching her lean form captured within his arms in a moment of ecstasy, he couldn’t pry his stare away. The way she lost herself to the passion threatened to sweep him in her wake. Like a storm, she’d rolled over his life and would leave him in shambles. Releasing his hold, he set her upon the mattress and yanked on her wet jeans. They stuck. With a jerk and a gnashing of teeth, he finally peeled them from her like a second skin.
Pink lace covered the apex of her thighs. A noise close to a purr rolled in his throat. The entrance to tantalizing flesh and the doorway to hours of pleasure, all wrapped in a pretty package. He bent between her legs, setting her heels to rest upon his back so she wouldn’t tire. He had plans for her energy later.
Tracing the edge of delicate material with his tongue, he slipped inside long enough to steal a sweet taste of his Sandra. He glanced at her face. His? His gaze traveled from between her thighs and along her heaving breast until it met hers.
The desire within her eyes flared.
Very much his. Her panties didn’t have a chance. He hooked his finger under the crotch and tore them from her hips with a sharp jerk. His balls ached as they clenched at the sight of her fragile flesh. He leaned closer and licked between her labia, searching for her sweet spot.
Long ago, in Outremer and in Inverness before the gates were guarded, virgins were tied to altars as a sacrifice to appease dragon kind. He was too young to have experienced that type of worship, but the way Sandra lay across his bed made him wish such traditions continued. Then he could demand she be his forever.
She ran her fingertips through his hair, allowing his locks to slide between them.
The intimate gesture curled around his heart as if she caressed him there instead. How could he want Sandra to stay against her will? His stomach curdled. He wanted her to stay of her own free will. His kin would accuse of him of being around humans too much. Was it so terrible that he needed her to want him? There was something to be said about love, as evidenced by the necklace around his throat.
Latching on to her clit, he fondled it with teeth and tongue. He loved the little nonsensical noises she made.
She squirmed and pulled at the sheets on the bed.
“Take me,” she cried and tried to wiggle beneath him.
With a chuckle, he planted his hand on her abdomen and kept her in place. So eager and easy to please. Such behavior should be rewarded. Grasping her nipple with his free hand, he twisted it and simultaneously flicked her bud with his tongue.
Her moans turned into a sharp gasp. Pumping her hips, she struggled for breath while repeating, “Yes” over and over. She gripped his hair as if he were the only handhold while she dangled from a cliff.
Before her orgasm dissipated, he crawled over her and rolled them so she sat straddling his hips.
She blinked at him, a little dazed.
“Ride me.” From below, he drove his cock into her wet and ready pussy.
Tight, silken flesh gripped his rod as she convulsed around it. She threw back her head, sweat gleaming on her skin with the torchlight of his chambers.
He pushed deeper, in time with her strokes. Breathing became difficult. “Wait.” He didn’t want to come, but the sight of her bouncing breasts as she arched back undid him. He grasped her hips and let her take them both over.
As if kicked from behind, he thrust hard and spilled his seed while she cried his name and milked his cock.
Slowing her thrusts, she slumped, then curled onto him, her chest heaving.
He stroked and cradled her against his drumming heart. Who would have known that such a change came on the wake of the storm that brought her to his island? Not him.
He’d spent a large part of his life protecting the gate, an honor bestowed on only the greatest of warriors, except he fought for all the wrong reasons. He’d done it for the title and the glory of battle.
What if something broke through and hurt this world? His Sandra? How could he expect her to stay by his side when danger lurked in his den? Gatekeepers kept the balance of two worlds, yet one little human female could distract him enough to forget his duty.
Maybe the gates chose the greatest warriors not only for their skills, but for the isolated lives they lived. Odd, how empty his existence seemed now.
She traced her necklace where it lay on his chest. “I never thought I’d be willing to part with it.”
His heart twisted. The metal weighed heavy and he had trouble breathing.
“I’m glad you have it.” She placed a kiss upon his skin next to it. “You understand how precious it is.”
He took a deep, shaky breath and squeezed her close. “Come let me give you the saji.”
Chapter 10
Sandra’s brain was shutting down one system at a time, so she didn’t catch exactly what Ishi had said.
Exhausted muscles trembled in her limbs as she lay across his warmth. She never wanted to move again. His hard body was the best mattress she’d ever rested on. She didn’t want to return home; she’d found everything she craved in life here.
Sighing, she rolled off and sprawled across the blankets, staring at the cave ceiling. She had to leave. Her desires didn’t matter, saving her sister’s life did. She glanced at Ishi, who stared at her with such interest it broke her heart.