Supernatural. Part 49

"Are you in pain?" he asked, his breath-but not his mouth-brus.h.i.+ng her p.u.s.s.y.

"What? No. No. I'm fine. Really. Fine."

"Just checking. We don't want any relapses."

"There won't be." And she knew she was begging. "I promise."

"Good."

Ghleanna still had her eyes closed, was still stretched out on the desk. Then she felt Bram's mouth pressing against her, his tongue sliding inside her. And, as he'd done with that kiss, he took his time, rushed nothing. He used long, sweeping strokes of his tongue to carefully lick out her p.u.s.s.y. She moaned, unable to stay still on the desk, her body writhing underneath his mouth.

She should have known, shouldn't she? That he'd have this talent. That Bram would know how to bring tears to her eyes and pleasure to her body. He'd be as careful and determined with her as he was with everything else in his life.

Ghleanna gripped the back of Bram's head, her fingers digging into his hair.

"Bram," she begged through her panting. "Bram . . . please."

He didn't reply but his finger returned, pus.h.i.+ng up inside her, twisting and turning until it found that spot he'd discovered earlier. Ghleanna choked out a gasp, her body beginning to shake, her legs fighting to close. But Bram never lost control. Not of her, not of the situation. Without moving her from that spot, he twisted her around and tore her apart until Ghleanna came hard, her fist shoved in her mouth to stifle her scream since she had no intention of entertaining every Fin within hearing range.

When the climax had pa.s.sed through her, Bram was moving up her body, kissing and licking his way across her flesh, spending extra time on her scars. Maybe Addolgar had been right-Bram did seem to enjoy her scars.

His lips moved over her throat, past the gold collar she wore until he slid over her jaw and took her mouth. Ruthless. There was no other word for the way he kissed her. There was nothing merciful in that kiss. He must keep his merciful side for every place but his bed.

And she had to admit-she really liked that about him.

Bram felt the way Ghleanna kissed him and he knew she wanted him. And the G.o.ds knew he wanted her. He wanted to be inside her so badly. But giving her pleasure by enjoying her p.u.s.s.y was vastly different from f.u.c.king her. He couldn't f.u.c.k her. Not until she was better . . . right?

Making up his mind, he pulled back but Ghleanna came with him, her free arm around his shoulders, her chest lifting from the desk.

"What are you doing?" she demanded.

"Leaving you alone." He took a breath, tried to steady his legs. "You're wounded and it would be wrong to-"

She tore off the material keeping her arm tied to her body and reached for him.

"Ghleanna, what are you-"

"Don't leave me like this, Bram. Please."

"But-"

She licked his throat, nipped his chin. "You can't leave me like this," she whispered.

"I can," he reminded her. "I should."

"Please don't." She kissed him again and by the G.o.ds her tongue was talented. "We both know that once won't be enough for me," she reminded him when she pulled away. And it was true. She-dragons were demanding of their lovers, why should Ghleanna be any different?

"And if I hurt you?"

"You won't." She grinned. "I'm incredibly st.u.r.dy. It's in the bloodline."

She reached down and gripped his c.o.c.k through his leggings and they both gasped, her hand stroking the length of him.

Bram began panting, his legs shaking. He caught her hand, held it.

"Evil vixen," he accused her.

"I do what I must to get what I want. Perhaps you can punish me for my evil ways . . . later. But for now . . ."

Bram pushed his leggings down until his c.o.c.k sprang free. Then he gripped Ghleanna by her hips and dragged her a.s.s to the very edge of the desk. Still holding her tight, he brought her close until he could push inside her, his c.o.c.k hard and demanding. One good shove and he was there, both of them stopping, mouths open, their breathing shallow as they gazed at each other in unabashed amazement.

He had never imagined she would feel like this. So hot and wet and, G.o.ds, so tight!

Ghleanna brought her hands up, stroked his jaw, his neck and Bram kissed her. He pulled her tighter against him until he was buried b.a.l.l.s deep. Until he knew nothing would be getting between them anytime soon.

Ghleanna surprised herself with a squeak. A sound she'd never made before. But she'd been unable to help herself once Bram filled her. She shuddered around him, kissed him harder and nearly wept when he began to move inside her. His strokes long, powerful, and as always it seemed, in complete control.

Knowing that for once she didn't have to do anything but enjoy the ride was a rather heady experience for her. All day, every day, Ghleanna planned and plotted and executed. She led three hundred dragons into battle whenever they were called by their queen and every decision she made affected the lives of those dragons. But for once . . . for once she didn't have to do anything. She didn't have to think, question, or kill. She just had to enjoy. And enjoy she did.

Bram still had tight hold of her hips when he began to take her harder, faster. And she didn't mind. Did her wound hurt? A bit. But it was nothing she couldn't handle. Nothing she wouldn't risk to experience the best b.l.o.o.d.y f.u.c.k of her entire life.

She came hard, her body stiffening in Bram's arms, her cry of pleasure caught in her throat. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and let the climax rip through her. When she gave that last gasp, Bram laid her back out on the desk and then he was pounding inside her, taking her brutally until he came, his body shaking over hers, his head dropping between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

Ghleanna stroked Bram's hair and let out a soul-deep breath. They didn't speak. Perhaps there was nothing to say. Instead, after a few minutes, Bram picked her up and stumbled to the bed, dropping them both onto it. He pressed his hand to her wound and she patted it. As she'd predicted, the wound had not opened. She had not been further damaged. She was fine. More than fine in fact.

He stayed inside her, managing to get off his leggings and boots without moving away from her.

Once Bram was completely naked, he began kissing her neck, her jaw, her mouth, and slowly, taking his time, he began to thrust inside her again. This time, she knew, would again be on his very controlled terms.

And she had no problem with that.

Chapter 14.

Bram woke and he knew Ghleanna was already awake too. He knew because he felt her sucking his c.o.c.k into her mouth. She was under the fur cover, but he opened his eyes and watched as the fur rose and fell while she manipulated his c.o.c.k the way she manipulated her d.a.m.n battle axes.

One hand reached back and he gripped the headboard. G.o.ds, her mouth! Her beautiful, wonderful mouth. Everything about Ghleanna was wonderful, beautiful, amazing, perfect . . . absolutely perfect. Perfect, perfect- "I have been waiting over an hour for-" The Empress of all Sea Dragons in this region halted to a stop after walking into Bram and Ghleanna's room unannounced.

Helena stopped. Ghleanna, however . . .

Helena's mouth opened, closed, opened again. Then she rolled her eyes and snapped, "When you two cretins are done molesting each other, we are waiting for the next draft of your truce proposal, peacemaker. And I don't like to wait!"

With Ghleanna turning him inside out, all Bram could manage was a, "Uh-huh" along with a thumbs-up.

Disgusted, Helena spun on her heel and stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

"Barbarians!" he heard Helena yell from the hallway. "Every Land Dweller is a b.l.o.o.d.y barbarian!"

If she said anything after that, Bram didn't hear it. He couldn't hear anything over the roar of the rus.h.i.+ng wave in his head as his body bowed and he came in Ghleanna's mouth. She sucked and licked until she'd milked him dry and then she crawled back out from under the covers, licked her lips, and grinned at him.

"Did I hear something?" she asked, cheeky cow that she was. "A little earlier?"

Bram caught hold of her face between his hands and held her in place while he kissed her, tasting himself on her lips, knowing she'd taken all of him in.

"You are such a naughty She-dragon," he laughingly accused her while he pushed her back on the bed. "What am I going to do with such a naughty She-dragon?"

Bram had left her alone so he could finish that stupid truce. And feeling remarkably well, Ghleanna headed back to the soldier's training room. When she entered, the soldiers stepped back, bowed their heads in respect.

"Captain Ghleanna."

"Captain."

"Lady Captain."

Ghleanna grinned. Oh, yes. She had all sorts of things to keep her busy until Bram was done.

She picked up a battle axe, gave it a few practice swings, feeling complete with a weapon back in her hand, then asked the roomful of soldier dragons, "Who's first then?"

While the senators argued and debated about issues they had absolutely no control over-why did he need to be here again?-Bram stared off across the chamber and wondered when this would all be over so he could get back to Ghleanna. Get back inside Ghleanna.

They'd only spent a few hours together in the big scheme of things, but G.o.ds! That female. She turned out to be everything he'd ever dreamed of. In bed and out. And not everyone f.u.c.ked well while human-but she did. A good thing since it was one of his favorite pastimes.

"So," the Empress asked over the shouting of the senators, "you and the Cadwaladr?"

Bram looked up at the dais she sat upon and replied, "Aye."

"Shocking. I thought you'd find someone more . . . feminine."

She smirked and returned her attention to the arguing senators but Bram asked, "Why?"

"What?"

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why did you think that?"

Her eyes widened a bit and the Empress stammered, "Well, you are so . . . and she is so . . . and the two of you together are so . . ." She gazed at Bram a moment, forced a smile and a laugh and said, "Oh, nothing!"

Bram had focused on the arguing senators again when one of the royal pages rushed into the chamber. He stood in front of the Empress until she motioned him closer. He whispered something in her ear. And, while Bram watched, her pale human skin turned bright red with rage. Helena jumped to her feet and rushed from the chamber, her entourage scrambling to catch up with her.

Bram gazed at the page. "I'm sensing this isn't good."

The page shook his head. "No, sir. It's not."

Ghleanna was sitting on the bed, trying to pull off her boots, when the door slammed open. She looked up, expecting a foolish Kleitos-but it was the Empress.

"You," the royal snarled. "You did this."

"I did what, my Lady?"

"Don't lie to me, barbarian!"

Slowly Ghleanna stood, and she towered over the monarch. "I don't appreciate being called a liar by you or anyone else, my Lady. I'm not one of your subjects."

The Empress didn't let Ghleanna's size overwhelm her. Far from it. "But you could easily become one of my victims, Cadwaladr. You're in my territory."

"Aye. I am. But I have what you need, my Lady."

"Ghleanna."

Ghleanna heard Bram's voice, but she didn't move her gaze from Helena's until the Empress sniffed and stormed out, taking her suffering entourage with her. G.o.ds, to do nothing all day but follow that viper around. Like a form of h.e.l.l.

Bram closed the door once they were alone and that's when he asked, "Do you want us to die here, among the Fins? Is that your purpose, Captain? To get us both killed?"

" No."

"Ghleanna . . ."

"It all happened so fast," she explained. "One minute I was showing them how to fight with a battle axe and the next"-she shrugged-"revolution."

Bram walked over to the bed and sat down. "Don't use that word. Not if you want us to live through the night."

Ghleanna sat on the edge of the bed. "The soldiers have no representation in her court. No one watching out for them. And no say in decisions that affect them directly. How is that fair?"

"Fair? Captain, we are hundreds and hundreds of miles under the ocean and at the whim of a dictator."

"A dictator not nearly as powerful as her father. A dictator who needs her army, who needs our queen. A dictator whose tiny head I could easily crush between my big, meaty hands." She smiled. "A dictator who needs you. And now . . . she needs me."

"But why? Why do you want her to need you?"

Ghleanna leaned in, kissed Bram once, twice. "My reasons are my own." She kissed him again. "But for now"-another kiss-"we're going to let her stew." And another.

"And while she's stewing whatever will we do to fill the time?"

Ghleanna climbed into Bram's lap, facing him. She put her arms around his shoulders and said, "f.u.c.king, my Lord. We'll be f.u.c.king."

"Well . . . if we must."

Laughing, Ghleanna nipped his throat. "We must, my Lord. We must."