Heroes At Heart: Captive Heroes Part 17

"Hmmm... You like this don't you, Blackie?" she whispered after breaking the kiss.

He remained silent yet his eyes glowed in agreement.

She leaned closer again, this time dropping her hands, pulling up the sheer dress she wore and moving between his thighs, spreading her legs.

Oh man, she hoped she didn't regret this impulsive act in the morning. Her mind grew hot with antic.i.p.ation, her c.l.i.t throbbed with need as she pushed herself against him, taking his mouth in another kiss. She gyrated her hips in a circular motion, using his swollen c.o.c.k head to ma.s.sage her throbbing c.l.i.t. Rubbing her b.r.e.a.s.t.s against him, she moaned at the electrifying tingles shimmering through her nipples.

Oh yes.

This is what she needed to help clear her mind, not to mention give the guards outside a sound show they wouldn't forget. Hopefully their s.e.x noises would prevent the guards from thinking that she might not be their G.o.ddess of Freedom after all.

Scorching heat fluttered through her p.u.s.s.y and whipped into the rest of her body. She shuddered, wanting to tease Blackie as he had teased her when he'd placed that collar and the other bondage items on her. But she was way past ready to have him take her.

She broke the kiss as something flickered at the back of her mind, something sinister and dangerous. It had nothing to do with Blackie, she was sure of that. She whimpered as distress raged though her body and mind. The flashback lasted only a split second and then it disintegrated, shattering into a million disjointed pieces, thrusting her back to the present. Back into the heat, the arousal, the intoxicating need for this male.

Gosh, she should be figuring a way out of here, not wanting to f.u.c.k her brains out with him.

"I want you," she murmured and shuddered as he suddenly thrust his hips forward, his large c.o.c.k-ringed erection sliding into her v.a.g.i.n.a.

Oh wow! Exquisite! Every thick, solid inch of him stretched her, impaled her to perfection. He withdrew and quickly drove into her again.

She gasped and begged for more as arousal engulfed her and she instantly tumbled into an o.r.g.a.s.m so strong and explosive her vision darkened and she saw stars. Pleasure lashed her like electrical whips. She tightened, cried out, fought to keep herself standing.

His heavy c.o.c.k continued driving into her, stroking every nerve ending, wrapping her in emotions she never knew she possessed. Extreme happiness. Wicked giddiness. Succulent surrender. Release.

Perspiration blossomed over her skin as she met every delicious, powerful thrust. She moaned and whimpered, her senses dazed, her mind numb with white-hot ecstasy. He'd somehow broken his restraints while he continued to f.u.c.k her, his large hands moving between their naked bodies and cupping her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. He tweaked and pulled her nipples, shocking more desire into her.

A cry bubbled inside her, escaped her parted lips. His hard mouth melted over hers, sending her reeling as another o.r.g.a.s.m tore through her like a seductive tornado. She could barely think as-without breaking the kiss-he lowered her to a soft fur mat and came down on top of her.

His stiff c.o.c.k entered her, slowly this time. Torturously slow. He was thick. So beautifully hard. His breaths were harsh, his groans desperate as he began an erotic thrust. Smooth, seductive strokes as he came in and out, ma.s.saging her c.l.i.t with the ball spreader as he entered her again.

She was helpless beneath him. Vulnerable. At his mercy.

He broke the kiss and panted heavily. "I can go like this all night, G.o.ddess," his hoa.r.s.e voice caressed her, pushing her toward yet another climax. "I can make you come over and over until you feel as if you'll go mad from the pleasure."

b.a.s.t.a.r.d.

This was too good. She bucked, accepted another seductive thrust. Accepted his words.

"But we don't have all night, do we, G.o.ddess?"

She couldn't answer. Her body was tightening. He plunged into her.

"Once we are free, I will make you go mad for me, G.o.ddess. That is a promise."

Oh G.o.d, she was his captive again.

His desperate lips clamped over hers and she melted into his succulent kiss. Allowed herself to scream her release into his mouth.

He thrust harder.

Once, twice, three times and his hot seed spurted powerfully into her and all Kinley could do was chant his name over and over, loving the idea of being his captive once again.

In veterinary school she'd had to euthanize animals, but they were sick and in extreme distress. Being out here, stuck in the throes of a violent storm, she had no one to do the dastardly deed to these perfectly healthy creatures.

Guilt sliced through Kayla as she dropped the dozens of spiders she'd collected into a woven basket with a tight lid. Tears burned her eyes when, after she'd gathered enough, she dumped the contents of the basket into the boiling water she'd hung over the fire.

"G.o.d, please forgive me," she whispered. Her tummy tied into horrific knots as she turned away and wiped the tears spilling down her cheeks.

Earlier, as she'd cleansed Taylor's raw gash with some boiled water and then packed his wound with cobwebs, it had grown dark outside.

Thankfully the firelight cast a friendly glow into the one-room cabin. The cheerful yellow flickers danced off the birch bark walls and created a welcome heat. Her clothing dried on her body and the room was warm as toast. Now all she needed to do was sit and wait for the spiders to boil and for this storm to be over so she could get some help for Taylor.

Fear shot into her heart as she gazed at his wound. She must have checked it a hundred times in the hours since coming here. Even after packing it with cobwebs, the gash still appeared raw and puffy. If it looked any worse by morning, she would cauterize it with the knife. Her gaze shifted to the rest of his magnificent body.

Despite his being seriously ill, she couldn't help but notice, yet again, how well-built the man appeared. Broad shoulders, a wide chest, lean hips and a long, thick c.o.c.k that had brought her extreme pleasure.

Her gaze swept to his face and heat warmed her cheeks to discover his eyes were open and he was studying her. Talk about embarra.s.sing, getting caught ogling him.

"I...um...you have a fever," she said quickly. "I thought you would be too hot for those hair blankets." She moved to gather the blankets at the foot of his bed.

"Leave...them," he instructed in a gentle voice.

"Okay." She was about to stand, but he shook his head.

"Stay."

"I don't know how to handle the fever, aside from cooling you down with rainwater. If I had antibiotics I could deal with this, but I don't and-"

He laid a hand on her thigh. "Fever tea...top shelf...basket."

Kayla's gaze flew to the shelf, where she spied the lone basket. Relief poured through her. "What do you have in the other baskets?"

She may as well find out before he slipped into unconsciousness again. He proceeded to tell her and she had to admit she was impressed. He had teas for headaches, fever, infections and stomachaches. When he finished naming them, a realization occurred to her.

"So this is your place?" she asked, but when she looked back down at him, he'd fallen asleep.

Thankfully she had everything she needed now. Her earlier helpless frustration disintegrated, replaced by strength. She would save this s.e.xy stud with all these herbs and spiders if it was the last thing she did.

Ignoring the crackling thunder and flashes of silver lightning that continued to blaze past the windows, Kayla set to work.

Taylor awoke to the sweetest sound he'd ever heard in his life. A woman singing. Instinctively he knew it was Kayla. Although not the sweetest voice, it was on the top of his list with her moans and whimpers of s.e.xual arousal when he f.u.c.ked her.

The fever that had seared through him had disappeared and he could think clearly. He was weak, tired, but that would go away with nourishment.

Turning his head, he found her sitting cross-legged in front of the fireplace. Her back was to the fire and she looked absolutely beautiful, smudges of gray dirt smeared over her cheeks. Her hair appeared damp and tangled, as if she'd been out in the storm-which was still going strong. A grimace marred her pretty face and it was in direct contrast to her singing.

His gaze dropped to where she held something in her hands.

The crack of a fish neck split the air.

"Let...me...guess. Not spiders?" His voice was raspy but, to his surprise, strong.

Her head snapped up and relief swept away her marred frown. She'd been worried about him and, as she smiled, warmth splashed through his entire being. It was good to have this female smiling at him.

"Adding fish to that spider broth. You're looking better. How are we feeling?"

We? As in the two of them somehow united? A sudden sadness shot through him. He could not be united with a female. It wasn't permitted by any law.

He struggled to fight the hope and warmth of having her all for himself, but it curled around him nonetheless. He was a coward, giving in to it. Weak. A stupid male. But he enjoyed looking at this beautiful female. His c.o.c.k swelled.

"I'm hungry...but not for spiders and fish heads."

A sweet pink blush swept across her cheekbones. Suddenly he could not wait until he was well enough to scoop her into his arms and press his mouth against hers. His c.o.c.k hardened so violently he couldn't stop himself from moaning.

She wrinkled her forehead with concern. "Are you in pain?"

Yes, pain for you, he wanted to say, but did not. Instead he dropped his gaze to examine his wound. It appeared red and puffy and...something else.

"You st.i.tched the wound?" When had she done that? Surely he would have experienced some pain. But then images flashed. Intense heat. Soothing, cool touches upon his burning flesh. Pain ravishing his side, tormenting him, keeping him weak and confused.

He remembered struggling from the darkness holding him captive. Remembered slipping into a red haze and Kayla hovering over him, her face contorted with worry as she helped him with the intimate duty of relieving himself.

"How long?"

"Two nights and two days. We're going into the third night."

And the storms still raged outside. He wasn't surprised. The storms would stay several more days. It was the season. Then the storms would subside for a few days. Then they would return.

She turned around and stood. Bending over the fire, she ladled some soup into a large wooden bowl. A bowl he had carved out of a nearby tree. His friend Jarod had made the cups and eating utensils.

He gazed upon her b.u.t.tocks and had an irresistible urge to smooth his hands over her curvy a.s.s cheeks, to push them apart, spreading her open for him.

Blood raced through his veins with an urgent need. He couldn't wait to have her cool fingers on his body again. Wanted the hot rush of pleasure slamming through his c.o.c.k and b.a.l.l.s when he took her in the a.s.s.

Had she ever been taken like that before? He would need to prepare her. Just thinking of taking her in that intimate way made his c.o.c.k writhe and harden like a serpent ready to strike.

"Here you are," she said cheerfully as she sat down on the side of his cot with the bowl. She grimaced at the gray liquid and he laughed. She threw him a wry smirk as she scooped some liquid onto the spoon and guided it toward his mouth.

"Bon appet.i.t," she whispered.

"I would not dream of eating before a woman has first satisfied herself."

Pink swept across her cheeks again. She had understood his double meaning.

"Sorry, but there is not enough to go around," she answered after a moment.

Taylor frowned. He'd been trained to let a woman eat before he was allowed anything. It was a hard habit to break.

"When did you last eat?" he questioned, ignoring the spoon she held close to his lips.

"I cooked up some fish last night, over the fire. There was a short break in the storm, so I took one of those funny-looking spears you have by the door and speared several big fish in the river. I also helped myself to some of those dried berries you have on the shelf."

Pride hugged her face and he could not help but smile inwardly.

"I would have caught more," she said, "but the storms came back so quickly. And the lightning is so intense it was too dangerous to stay out there."

"You are a wise female. Everybody knows to stay indoors during the time of the storms. The forks of silver come out of the sky and kill without warning. You were very lucky."

She shivered visibly and he was glad she feared the storms. She would not venture out again. The thought of losing her did not bode well. Not well indeed.

"Open your mouth. The sooner I get this into you, the sooner you can get stronger." Her eyes flashed and the pink in her cheeks deepened.

Oh yes, he was going to enjoy preparing her. He'd rarely seen a female blush. When they came to him, most were already well-versed in s.e.x. On occasion he had the opportunity to bed a virgin, but those occasions had been rare. Females in the hubs tended to initiate s.e.x with the virgins before allowing them access to males.

"Come on, open," she prodded.

He did as instructed and let the hot liquid melt over his tongue. He fought back a grimace at the earthy flavor.

"It doesn't taste good, does it?" She chuckled.

"Doesn't taste too bad," he admitted after swallowing.

"Really?"

"You sound surprised."

She frowned and wiped a stray strand of fluffy hair from her face. "I'm not much for culinary skills."

"You were never taught?"

Her eyes brightened. Yes, she had fond memories of something to do with cooking. "Oh I was taught. I just make a mess of things. I'm all thumbs. Open."

Taylor accepted the broth, trying hard to ignore a straggly spider as it slipped down his throat. Usually the spiders were squashed before adding them to the soup. It was why he and Jarod tolerated so many of them in this shelter. They were very nourishing.

"You do not look all thumbs to me," he whispered. Reaching up, he softly held her chin between his thumb and forefinger. She smiled nervously.

"You are female. All curves. Soft and delicate. I apologize for everything I have put you through. I did not wish for you to be concerned for me."

To his surprise, tears welled in her eyes. She had been deeply traumatized at what had happened to him.

Some unnamed emotion, thick and raw, clogged his throat.

He cleared it and opened his mouth as she brought another spoonful to his lips. But he didn't let go of her chin. Instead, he moved his thumb over the softness of her lips. Oh how sweet she would taste when he took her mouth with his.