Chapter 22

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

S altrec Village, Royal Guest House, Two Days Later

Ashlyn smiled. She and Zade had barely left the bed long enough to eat and shower. Marathon sex? Check, check, and check. Neither one wanted to be far from the other. She didn’t need to reach out to know Zade was next to her; he was still inside her. They’d fallen asleep that way.

Life was just about fucking perfect. She’d woken up two days ago all sparkly and, well, alive. No superpowers, but alive. Alive is always good. Zade alive is even better. Feeling Zade’s love while he’s fucking my brains out with that monster of a cock is nothing short of heaven on Earth.

She squirmed, just a little. Zade’s shaft grew harder inside her. Smothering a laugh, she squirmed again.

“Tell me what you want, and I might give it to you,” he rumbled sleepily.

This time she laughed outright, her heart full of joy. She loved this man. This warrior. He was everything she’d ever wanted, and he loved her. She felt it with every breath she took. “I want more. Harder. I want you to make me beg for mercy.”

Deep inside her, his shaft lengthened, diamond hard. His girth, almost too much to bear, stretched her so tight around him she could feel every ridge. Every vein. Gods, she loved his cock.

“Have I given you something to smile about?” he chuckled. He knew she loved his cock, too. It was the reason they hadn’t left their bed in two days. He just liked to hear her say it.

“Well, I was thinking about smiling, but I’m just not feeling it yet.”

He cocked one eyebrow, his eyes full of mischief. “No?”

She sighed dramatically. “Nope.”

“Are you ready for a rough ride, then?”

She squeezed him with her inner muscles, laughing as he broke out in a sweat. “Are you?”

“ Shenga , I’m going to make you come so hard, fly so high, so fast, not even The Reaper will be able to catch you.”

“Those are mighty big promises, Commander,” she said breathlessly, her imagination going into overdrive. “Or is that just pillow talk?”

He pulled out, grabbed a fistful of her hair, and led her up and out of bed. Without letting go, he pushed her back up against the wall, his mouth crashing down over hers. He found the rigid peak of her nipple, tugging and playing with her until she was panting with need, then dropped his hand lower and teased her clit until her hips rocked against his hand, a silent plea for more. She craved penetration. Deep penetration.

“Is this what you need?” He drove two fingers deep inside her without waiting for an answer. In and out, he worked her, building her desire to a fever pitch.

She moaned; her hips thrashed. He knew exactly how to get her worked up. An orgasm broke over her like a freak storm, sudden and violent. She cried out in ecstasy.

“Say you’re mine.” He drove her up again. “You belong to me.”

“Yes! Yes! I’m yours. Forever! Now, please!”

“Please what?”

“Harder. I need you deep inside me.”

Letting go of her hair, he picked her up, locked her legs around his waist, then slammed back in before she had time to protest. Not that she would’ve. She was getting exactly what she wanted. They both moaned long and hard as each inch sank deeper inside her until he bumped her cervix.

He pulled out most of the way then slammed home again, over and over. Relentlessly he pushed her higher. Faster. He gave her no time to recover, just drove her from one orgasm to the next.

She screamed. Flew higher. Harder. Faster. Just like he said she would.

He never lost control. Never grew tired.

He let her rest, but never long enough to fully recover.

One thick, wet finger settled on her back entrance. Slow and steady, he breached the tight ring of muscle. “This is mine, too.”

Then he pulled his cock out and took her with his mouth.

She begged for mercy.

He had none.

Wave after wave crashed over her, one shockwave triggering another.

She screamed. He laughed.

Someone pounded on the door.

He froze. “This better be an emergency.”

From the other side of the door, Bren called out. “Get dressed. C’Nar and his lackey just landed.”

“What does he want? We passed the last test. The Council seat is now out of his reach.”

“Not according to him. He said he’s invoking his right to challenge you, personally, to a duel.”

Reluctantly, Zade pulled away from Ashlyn. Fulack! He shouldn’t have waited so long to come. Now he wasn’t going to get the chance to finish, and he was so hard he ached.

Standing, he slipped his pants on and went to the door, opening it a crack to stare through the opening. “Tell him I accept his challenge. I’ll meet him in the sand pit when the sun has set.”

“Understood.”

Zade closed the door softly and turned back to Ashlyn. She wasn’t going to like what he had to say next.