Heroes At Heart: Captive Heroes Part 4

Those two words pounded into her brain like a battering ram and excitement and fear swept through her. He could overpower her easily. He could dominate her. Do whatever he wished to her once he got her away from their captors.

In the silvery glow of moonlight his deep-set eyes glittered with l.u.s.t, and the strong chin, the firm set of his full mouth spoke of self-control. Tension oozed off him as he settled her upon the ground ever so gently, an indication that maybe he wouldn't hurt her at all.

She couldn't help but drop her gaze to hungrily scan those scars lacing his muscular chest, which was dusted with a soft shadow of hair. Once again heat flared deep inside her v.a.g.i.n.a, sending her senses whirling into erotic mode.

s.h.i.t! All that masturbating was for naught. She was more aroused than ever! And it didn't even seem that she cared about escaping after all. She was nuts! She had to be. She resisted the sudden urge to slap this man silly for making her throb with such intense need for him.

"We go now. Stay silent," he said coolly. The hands wrapped around her waist slipped away, and then his fingers intertwined with hers and he held tight as he pulled her along behind him.

f.u.c.k! The powerful grasp of his strong fingers captured her full attention and sent conflicting emotions spiraling through her. Dazed excitement at having him rescue her and feminine relief at having such a big, muscular man protecting her.

Most of all, though, erotic-sweet fear had slipped into her bloodstream at the rock-hard, huge erection he was toting for her. For sure he'd been watching her m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.e.

His intentions for rescuing her were clear. And if she were to accommodate his blatantly demanding c.o.c.k? What then? Would he let her go? Or would he turn her into a submissive s.e.x slave?

She wasn't sure if he would agree to help her find her sisters and brothers. She didn't really care about anything but having him thrusting between her thighs. Her emotions had once again gone haywire. She was in trouble.

Big trouble!

She still had no idea who in the world she was, where she came from or how she got lost in this G.o.d-forsaken jungle. Looking down at the silver medical alert bracelet, she couldn't so much as fathom a memory.

Kinley Hero. The name felt right as she said it over and over in her head. The name belonged to her, yet she couldn't think of a reason of why she was lost in this jungle. She remembered bursts of flames dancing on the water, the smell of fuel, her swimming with two other women. The blonde-haired woman with the startling blue eyes had told her to stay with the unconscious one, and then Kinley had awoken to that Blackie man f.u.c.king her senseless with his fingers.

After killing the brute who'd tried to rape her, she'd seen the horror in Blackie's dark eyes. Stabbing her attacker had happened so fast everything around the incident was hazy. Blackie would most likely want revenge against her for killing his friend. Yet he was the only person she could think of to get her out of this jungle. Keeping close to him even though he continued to track her made her hope that sooner or later, he would tire of her and head out to civilization. She'd be right behind him. That is, if she could keep from being captured by him.

She just needed to stay close to him and not get caught. Close enough so she could watch his evening bathing ritual, but at the same time not be seen. Spying on him was the highlight of each night.

Between the huge ferns, she lay on her tummy on the soft warm moss, her elbows upon the ground and her hands tucked beneath her chin.

The water sparkled as he stood knee-deep in the river and washed himself about forty feet away. The gentle, slow strokes as he lathered the corded, tanned muscles on his chest mesmerized her.

Magnificent beast.

A fissure of guilt sliced through her over the stab wound on his shoulder. He hadn't covered it and the angry, red gash was a constant reminder of how violent she could be when threatened.

Quickly she brushed aside her guilt. He'd had it coming. If he'd been nice, like the first time he'd had her, she would have been more accommodating. But he'd scared her with his brutality. Instinctively she'd panicked and defended herself.

But she didn't want to think about that now. She just wanted to watch the erotic show he put on before he went to sleep.

Glorious c.o.c.k.

Her p.u.s.s.y throbbed with longing when he dropped his loincloth to reveal a long, swollen, fully aroused p.e.n.i.s. She ached to have it in her mouth. She wanted to taste him, to smooth her tongue over the swollen, round c.o.c.k head, to listen to his groans of arousal...just like he was groaning now.

Both his hands were stroking the enormous length of his c.o.c.k. His eyelids were half closed and his breath was escaping quickly between slightly parted lips. She trembled at his masculine groans as they drifted through the dusky evening air.

He looked so glorious standing in the river. A bronze, black-haired G.o.d. A powerful man who caressed his hard c.o.c.k, urging himself closer into a pleasure land.

Feverish heat and her own arousal uncurled through her body, and quietly she moved to a seated position. She untied the shoulder straps of her garment and allowed her flimsy top to drop. Staring at his s.e.xy bedroom eyes, she smoothed her palms lightly over her tender nipples, her body throbbing in an erotic rhythm to match his moans. The featherlight touches on her flesh made her fantasize about him being here, touching her.

Just thinking about him having his hands moving sensuously across her body had her aching and shuddering. Uncrossing her legs, she dropped one hand between her thighs and found herself wet for him. Her finger dipped like an erotic flame into her soaked v.a.g.i.n.a. She pushed her finger deeper inside and pulled it out again, parting her l.a.b.i.a, and seared a creamed finger against her c.l.i.t with a soft, tender ma.s.sage.

She'd been doing this, pleasuring herself, for the past several nights while he m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.ed during his evening bath. Call it entertainment on her part, or a desperate need for human companionship any way she could get it. Spying on him while he touched himself drew her like a moth to a flame.

She was the moth and she needed to be very careful with her arousal or he would discover her secret. For a split second, she had an odd sense of deja vu that she'd been burned terribly by someone in the past. Someone other than the attacker she'd killed. But the feeling quickly vanished as the heat of desire erupted to the forefront of her thoughts.

Her nipples hardened beneath the palm of her hand as she continued the featherlight friction. With each thrust of her finger inside her channel and back out to ma.s.sage her c.l.i.t, she relaxed the tight control she'd wrapped around herself after discovering that nasty man who'd almost raped her. Maybe she'd been in shock...or perhaps there was another reason? But she wouldn't go there. Not now, when she was in the mood for pleasure.

Several more hard ma.s.sages and quick thrusts and she fell into exquisite shivers. Her p.u.s.s.y flared with erotic need and she jerked as hard bursts of tremors splashed through her. Gritting her teeth, she bit into the release. Bit into the moans and whimpers threatening to give her secret satisfaction away.

Blackie could just about drown in his memories of earlier today. The female he had for too brief of moments squirming beneath his body. While he stood in the river, the cool liquid brushing past his legs, his hands stroking the ma.s.sive length of his swollen, bruise-colored flesh, he stripped himself of all thoughts of revenge. In his mind's eye, there was just the two of them. Male and female.

He groaned roughly as he imagined her on her knees and naked between his thighs. Her sweet mouth smiling up at him, her green eyes full of heat and want for him. Her delicate fingers roughly stroking his elongated c.o.c.k. Her wet pink tongue licking his purple, blood-engorged c.o.c.k head, her teeth pulling sweetly on his ring, creating a shocking satisfaction.

Yes, she would enjoy his c.o.c.k plunging between her full lips. All her fears of him would dissolve as she thought only of pleasuring him and herself.

Her breathing would be labored. Just like his. Her eyes l.u.s.t-filled for him. Her eyelids heavy and drooping in antic.i.p.ation of knowing that when she brought him to the edge of climax, he would push her to the ground and she would lie flat on her back, knees up, legs spread. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s swollen, her nipples red and pebbled.

He would part her plump p.u.s.s.y lips with his fingers, opening her v.a.g.i.n.a that glistened with juices. She'd extend her arms to him in welcome as he came down upon her, his hard, swollen shaft sliding into her.

As Blackie continued to stroke his c.o.c.k, the desire for release grew almost to the point of pain. Yet he continued to hold back. He wanted to be here, wrapped up in this wonderful a.s.sault on his senses, for just a few moments longer.

He swore he could feel the warmth of her succulent c.u.n.t muscles wrapped around his flesh as he penetrated her. She would moan as her tight v.a.g.i.n.a stretched, accommodating his erection, and she would cry out in both surprise and antic.i.p.ation at his size, wiggling her hips beneath him as he drove into her over and over again, impaling her to the hilt.

His control began to slip as he envisioned the sweet way she would scrunch her eyes as he withdrew and penetrated her again. His heart thundered in his chest as his body demanded release. Erotic spasms and violent tremors shimmered and burst along his shaft in lightning speed and the gut-wrenching explosions caved his self-control. From somewhere far off her sensual moans and s.e.xy whimpers literally bounced across the water.

G.o.ddess of Freedom! If he didn't know any better he would swear she was here, nearby, the whimpers of her arousal real. He sank deeper into his fantasy of her. Sank deeper into her succulent p.u.s.s.y. The bold plunges produced magnificent spasms that shifted like electricity through his c.o.c.k and b.a.l.l.s. Shaking with wild abandon, he released himself onto his hands, imagining his release into her.

"You belong to me," he groaned into the o.r.g.a.s.m. "You will be mine. I will own you."

An answering s.e.xy moan drifted through the cool night air. He stiffened with renewed awareness. Had he imagined that erotic sigh? Or was it, in fact, real?

A deep sense of helplessness a.s.saulted Kayla Hero as the stranger continued to haul her through the dark jungle. Sharp irritation mounted through her too. Bursts of anger at the shards of pain zipping into the soles of her bare feet every time she stepped on a jagged stone. Her anger and frustration only increased as nasty branches sprang out of the darkness and whipped parts of her tender body.

Man! She'd been a jogger back home, but this kind of running just didn't cut it. She preferred pounding her running-shoe-clad feet onto cement pathways, not this uneven ground with an abundance of tangled vines.

She was beginning to hate her rescuer. With every hour that pa.s.sed her hatred grew. How dare he keep up such a dramatic pace, and how could she be so stupid as to mindlessly follow a stranger like this? Not that she had much of a choice with the powerful grip he maintained on her hand.

She'd been rescued from being a prisoner in a cage to being a prisoner to him. Where in the world was he getting all his energy from?

G.o.d, he'd been dragged behind the cage all day with virtually no water to drink and he'd kept up this grueling pace through the night. As she ran with him, gray sky splashed through the dense jungle growth. A new day was dawning.

All she wanted to do was simply stop running and lie down on the ground and let the ferns swallow her as she sailed into oblivious sleep. She'd never been so exhausted in her life and every muscle in her body sang with aches and pains from the brutal punishment.

Suddenly, as if her brain shorted out, her legs buckled and she found herself falling. Pain seared her knees and the stranger cursed violently as he lost his grip on her hand. Thankfully he stopped and turned around, and for a moment she was almost overcome with immense arousal and compa.s.sion at those lash scars lacing his deeply tanned shoulders and chest. But when urgency and annoyance filled his gaze, defiance roared through her like a bursting d.a.m.n.

"I'm not moving from here," she replied, totally surprised to find her voice strong and steady.

"Get up. We must keep moving." His sharp command and the serious determination in his warm brown eyes almost had her dragging herself to her feet. Almost.

"f.u.c.k off," she snapped.

"I recognize those two words as ones I do not like," he said coolly. His eyes glittered with distaste and she almost laughed, but reined her amus.e.m.e.nt back to anger.

"Oh f.u.c.k off," she spat again, the irritation at his insistence they keep moving finally taking a firm hold. "I've had enough. I'm tired."

Despite her exhaustion, something deep inside her p.u.s.s.y called out to be filled by his c.o.c.k. Warmth blew across her cheeks. Oh s.h.i.t, she was blushing.

She tried to maintain eye contact with him by thrusting her chin out so she could hold her head high in defiance, but her neck ached and she had no choice but to drop her gaze.

His p.e.n.i.s blatantly stood out from his body, pointing directly at her as if begging to be taken by her mouth. Although not wanting to, she reacted to having his c.o.c.k so close. He smelled tantalizing. Irresistibly masculine.

Primal urges awakened from somewhere inside her. l.u.s.t, deeply buried, sprang to life. Cravings she couldn't put a name to threatened to sweep around her like a seductive blanket. If she wasn't careful, they would push away all her common sense. She shouldn't be reacting like this to a complete stranger.

But she was! And truth be told, she didn't care if she was reacting this way to him.

Suddenly she thought how erotic it would be to sleep with this guy. To simply put aside all proper thinking about no s.e.x on the first date-yeah right, like this is a date-and just go with her primal urges and have s.e.x.

For starters, she'd go down on him, suck him dry. G.o.d, she wanted to take his swollen flesh between her lips. To smooth her tongue against his hot c.o.c.k.

It seemed as if he knew exactly what she was thinking because a gentle touch on her right shoulder alerted her he'd moved closer. Purple laced his bursting c.o.c.k head, the blood pooling and rushing through his long length and swelling his b.a.l.l.s with his seed. Seed she wanted to taste. To have deep inside her.

She moaned on a heavy pant and parted her lips. Her needs were taking over and she was going to just follow her instincts.

"You cannot resist, can you?" His voice was throaty, full of l.u.s.t. "You need me to quell the needs raging through you."

She gazed up at him, totally stunned. How did he know? But then she inhaled softly at the smug, s.e.xy smile lacing his lips. Appreciated how hot he looked with the dark bristles shadowing his strong chin and high cheekbones.

Excitement mingled with fear. She needed him to put out the fires racing through her like an inferno, but his c.o.c.k might just be too big for her mouth.

"Open wider." He groaned as he thrust his hips closer to her.

She did as he instructed, widening her jaw. The heat from his c.o.c.k and b.a.l.l.s washed against her face as he moved nearer. He pushed his immense erection against her slightly parted lips and she creamed.

"Touch yourself. Your b.r.e.a.s.t.s and between your legs while I f.u.c.k your mouth. I want to watch," he muttered and she became wrapped in the deep guttural command.

Going totally and unbelievably on instinct, she ran her hand back and forth over her nipples, brushing provocatively, then reached down with her other hand and found her v.a.g.i.n.al opening soaked. Dipping her finger inside her channel, she collected the warm juices and pulled out before splaying her fingers over her sensitive c.l.i.t. While she stroked herself, the stranger slowly pushed his c.o.c.k head into her mouth. He was moaning and breathing loudly as he sank deeper into her, stopping only when his c.o.c.k touched the back of her throat.

Man, having his hot, solid flesh in her mouth was so perfect. So right. He wrapped a hand near the base of his c.o.c.k, preventing himself from going any farther, and then he withdrew and sank back into her, groaning at the entry.

Heat spiraled through her at his primal, masculine groan. She gripped him tighter between her lips and at the same time ma.s.saged her nipples and c.l.i.t faster. In moments she had a rhythm going in sync with his thrusts into her mouth.

His long plunges made her tender lips bruised and hot. He stretched her jaw and throat every time he slid in, moving faster and faster. She met his thrusts eagerly, her tongue stroking beneath his c.o.c.k as he entered. Her cheeks hollowed as she bobbed her head.

His other hand sifted through her hair, curled around the back of her neck. His palm was a hot brand as he held her steady. His thrusts increased and so did the raw pleasure searing her senses.

Her fingers stroked in and out of her sopping p.u.s.s.y at a faster pace, keeping up with his fierce plunges. He f.u.c.ked her mouth like an expert. Fiercely. Perfectly.

The skin on her body was ultrasensitive, every nerve ending on fire. Flashes of ecstasy exploded through her, gripping her, holding and preparing her for an oncoming climax. She moaned into the exquisite vibrations wrapping around her, her hips arching as she continued thrusting her fingers in and out of her p.u.s.s.y, making sure she stroked her c.l.i.t on the way in. With her free hand, she played with her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, tugging and twisting her nipples.

Erotic shivers a.s.saulted her. Her p.u.s.s.y clenched and spasmed, making her wiggle her hips beneath the pleasurable onslaught.

His thrusts came harder. He pounded into her mouth and she plunged into her p.u.s.s.y in the same erotic manner. He was driving his c.o.c.k so perfectly that the tension unleashed inside her just as it was unleashing inside of him. The glorious waves came and swept over her.

She cried out around his c.o.c.k as he growled and came inside her mouth. Hot jets squirted. She greedily drank from him. She was so unbelievably thirsty.

As he continued to pulse in her mouth, he murmured softly, tenderly, "Drink as much as you can. Drink. The more you drink the stronger you will get."

Yes, she must drink or she would succ.u.mb to the fevered heat flushing with lightning speed through every curve in her body.

G.o.d, he tastes so good. A meal fit for a queen.

Afterward, when her body stopped shuddering and his c.o.c.k became dry, an unexpected strength flowed through her yet she remained aroused. When he pulled his semi-limp c.o.c.k from her mouth, she reached out to him, wanting him back again. Wanting him to climb on top of her and take her. But before she could grab his hand and pull him down to her, he stepped away, out of her reach.

Disappointment devastated her but within seconds she recovered her sanity.

G.o.d! What was wrong with her!

She'd just sucked off a complete stranger, m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.ed in front of him and had almost pulled him down on top of her.

"It is the swamp water." He said it so casually she blinked with confusion.

"Swamp water?"

"From the Fever Swamps. The brown water. You must have drunk a little. When it enters your system, you become s.e.xually hungry. You did not ingest as much as Piper, so I didn't..."

At the mention of her older sister, Kayla focused on one thought-finding Piper and her other siblings and getting the h.e.l.l out of this erotic world.

"Where is my sister? Take me to her."

Excitement shot through her and his face swam before her as she struggled to stand. To her irritation, her knees buckled and she couldn't help but give in to her weakness, so she sat back down on the ground with a plop.

The stranger made no move to help her up. Instead he splayed his hand softly back and forth over her right shoulder in a rea.s.suring manner.

"We will stay here and rest. Your sister is with my friend, Jarod. They are...together, as we are."

Together? Like them? What?

Did this brute seriously think they were already in a relationship because she'd sucked his c.o.c.k?

Okay, chill. Keep it together, Kayla. This isn't Earth. Different customs here. Just go with it.

She forced herself to slow her breathing until she was calm enough to ask the question that burned through her like a wildfire. "Okay, where is she? So she's okay? What about Kinley? They were together. Is she okay too?"