The Thief Of Mardu Part 3

Thoughts of doing so made him thicken, and he was large and throbbing while he stared at her. He stroked himself through his trousers, willing her to rouse.

Pleased when her eyes fluttered, he poised to take full advantage of her confused awakening.

Isa blinked up at an image of the man who wouldn't leave her mind.

"By Flor's dagger, would you just go away already?"

She couldn't believe her imagination could be so clear on his every detail. She hadn't seen his bared upper torso, but she readily antic.i.p.ated his slim waist, the tight muscles cording his abdomen and the light pelt of hair covering his chest. She could even see his arms rippling with strength, something she had only felt before.

He smiled, flashing bright white teeth between hard, pale pink lips amidst the dark stubble of facial hair. His brows slashed in sardonic amus.e.m.e.nt and he crossed his arms, drawing her attention to the lean forearms covering his broad chest.

She licked her lips and stared, wanting to pet the silky hair covering his body, wishing that just this once she could control her dreams.

But such was not to be, for her vision shook his head and pursed his lips.

"Woman, you try me, you surely do," he rasped, his eyes focused on her beading nipples. Her jacket had shifted enough to reveal her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, clearly visible through the thin shirt she wore. Though black, the shirt was sheer, made of a material light and stretchy enough not to hinder her necessary agility.

Heat swirled through her body the more he stared, and her heartbeat increased rapidly when his image refused to fade.

"You're not going away."

"Take off your clothes." He stood over her like a towering warlord bent on plunder. And if the look he wore was anything to go by, he definitely intended on pillaging her.

She could only blink up at him in bafflement, trying desperately to recall just what had transpired last night. Noting the rising sun, she knew not much time had pa.s.sed in her sleep.

"Did you not hear me?" he asked with an arrogant lift of his brow.

"Okay. You're definitely not a dream." She sat up slowly, aware of the tension radiating through his G.o.dlike body.

Subtly glancing at him as she wondered what next to do, her gaze returned swiftly to the heavy bulge in his trousers. He was aroused, and he was huge!

"Yes, sweet, it's all for you."

She gulped and scooted back until she met the wall. Desire flared and she realized she was already wet and aching--for him.

"My name's not sweet. It's Isa." She didn't understand why she needed him to know her name. Nor did she understand why she didn't suddenly break away and run for cover.

"Isa. It suits you." His hands drifted to his hips, affording her a mouthwatering view of his chest. Stars, but he oozed sensuality.

"Who are you?" she asked breathlessly. She cleared her throat and frowned, not liking this strange, needy Isa.

"I am Catam, peacemaker, captor, and soon to be your lover."

His voice rumbled over her like a bolt of silk, soothing and seducing all at once. He knelt down beside her and had her jacket off before she knew what he was about.

"Wait a minute." She tried to resist.

Her boots and socks followed and she sat in her sheer shirt and form-hugging trousers, staring agape at Catam.

His c.o.c.k seemed to grow before her eyes, straining the taut fabric of his pants.

"I'm done waiting," he promised, his eyes gleaming against the sun.

"Well I'm not ready to have you yet," she challenged, feeling daring and s.e.xual and very unlike herself. Her nipples pushed against the fabric of her shirt and she wanted to moan at the sensation.

"If that's the way you want it," he murmured and stood. He stripped out of his trousers without hesitation, giving her an eyeful of temptation. His c.o.c.k stood squarely at attention, seeming to grow the more she looked at it.

Suddenly he pounced, surprising her with the swiftness of his actions. He had her trousers off and the hem of her shirt in his hands before she knew what had hit her. She barely had a moment to resist before she sat naked before him.

"Beautiful," he whispered with reverence and stroked the underside of her breast. "And so very soft."

"You shouldn't be doing this," she managed in a shaky voice, but made no move to avoid contact with him.

"You're my prisoner," he said with a sly smile. "I can do anything I want with you. Everything I want with you."

He moved in a blur and had her lying flat on her back in her mossy bed. He loomed over her and his c.o.c.k brushed her stomach.

She gasped at the contact.

"I'm through waiting, Isa," Catam said. His eyes darkened to burnished gold and he lowered his body to hers.

Her curves cushioned him, fitting perfectly against the rock hard structure of his frame. Isa bit her lip to keep from crying out, but Catam would have none of it.

"Purr for me, little thief. Give me what you promised earlier."

Not understanding his comment, she opened her mouth to question him when his mouth swallowed her words.

He tasted like cream, smooth and warm and so very satisfying. He finessed her mouth, using his lips and tongue to mimic the actions of his body. When he thrust his tongue in her mouth, he ground his erection against her mound.

She groaned and shifted, wanting his c.o.c.k inside her.

"Not yet," he said huskily, and traced his mouth over her lips to her neck.

He sucked and nipped, leaving stinging pleasure along a trail from her ear to her collarbone. He licked her shoulder and centered himself above her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

"You make me so hard," he breathed and licked her breast slowly, the rasp of his tongue a sensual torment that eased along the pale globe to the nipple aching for his touch.

He rubbed his c.o.c.k harder against her, and she spread her thighs without thought.

He groaned and she shifted her pelvis so that his c.o.c.k teased at her swollen nub bathed in the juices he'd created. She wanted him so much. With every thrust of his c.o.c.k against her, he increased her sensitivity. She was close to o.r.g.a.s.m, but not close enough.

His lips finally closed over her nipple and she arched into him, putting the tip of his shaft in direct contact with her c.l.i.t.

He hissed his pleasure and sucked hard, gently biting her stiffened peak and causing her to cry out her pleasure.

With skilled lips, he made her b.r.e.a.s.t.s ache for more, for the touch of his tongue and the sc.r.a.pe of his teeth. His callused hands teased her nipples into hard pebbles of want, and she could feel her arousal pooling around his c.o.c.k.

"h.e.l.l." Catam gritted his teeth and refrained from thrusting deep and hard into her.

He didn't understand this driving need to f.u.c.k her so badly. He wanted to bury himself in Isa, so much so that it scared him while it made him crazed with l.u.s.t.

She shook her head from side to side, needing release that he kept just out of reach. He didn't know why he did it, but he wanted her to come around him. He normally didn't care, seeing to the woman's need before his own. But this time was different.

She arched into him again and he cursed at the effort it took not to come right then. His c.o.c.k hurt, straining at the effort not to f.u.c.k her raw and he finally gave in to his urges.

Teasing her folds, he coated his c.o.c.k in her moisture and paused, waiting for her to look at him.

She squirmed and stared into his eyes.

"What are you waiting for?" she groaned and reached for his hips.

"For this," he answered and stared at her as he sank deep, sliding through her tight sheath as though he'd done so before.

They both groaned at the joining, at the intense completion the contact wrought. She fit him like a glove, the warmth of her body both welcoming and exciting. He stilled for a moment, letting the feel of him sink into her.

Isa groaned and bucked at his hips, pulling him deeper into her womb.

"Ohh." Her head rolled back and forth, her eyes shut as if in plea for mercy.

Catam would show her none. He withdrew against the strong grip she had on his hips, then rammed into her. She arched and cried out, but he was relentless. Again and again he thrust, harder and deeper, always changing the friction against her c.l.i.t.

The frustration and need that had built since their encounter in the bar increased until he could bear it no longer.

"Catam, please," she begged and locked her ankles around his waist. "I need more."

Gritting his teeth, he pressed against her c.l.i.t and rode her hard. It didn't take much before she came, screaming his name as she tightened around him. And Catam, a skilled Xema used to making women beg to love him, was helpless to follow her into bliss.

Her contractions heightened the feeling in his c.o.c.k and he tensed, the pleasure overwhelming. Ecstasy consumed him, blacking out his vision as he spurted inside her. Isa continued to come, groaning and tensing around him. Her body milked him, prolonging the pleasure until he sank onto her, drained and sated.

He rolled to his side, remaining joined with her while keeping from crushing her. She lay in his arms, her breathing harsh, her heartbeat thumping loudly in the silence of the new morn.

Catam sighed and hugged her close. She smelled of s.e.x, of him, and the hint of wildness that had attracted him in the first place.

"G.o.ds, woman, I think you've killed me."

He heard a small chuckle followed by a groan, and he knew he'd never before felt so alive after s.e.x. Though sated, his mind remained clear, his body felt weightless, and his spirits were ready for anything. He had reached wainu--that spiritual place where perfection rested.

Wanting to thank her for sharing such peace, he opened his mouth and froze.

What the h.e.l.l had just happened?

Only a select few Xema and Thesha--the System's lone sensually gifted races--could reach wainu. And to Catam's knowledge, no other System inhabitant even knew about such a state. How then had Catam experienced such bliss in the arms of a common thief?

She must have felt his tension for she drew apart from his embrace enough to look up at him.

"Catam?" she asked hesitantly.

s.h.i.t. Panic replaced the contentment he'd been feeling, and he wanted to both curse and thank her for taking him to perfection.

"Who exactly are you?" He withdrew from her, putting a necessary distance between them. He'd just come so hard he'd seen black, yet the minute he looked at her his ardor rose, strong and solid.

Her eyes fell on his stiffening c.o.c.k, but she didn't comment on it. "I told you already." She looked uncomfortable, but more than that, she looked ... like she wanted to cry?

Dread filled him. Catam preferred to face a hundred barbarians rather than a woman's tears. And the fact that she tried to hide her sorrow shook him to the bone.

"What's wrong?" he asked quietly, deliberately releasing his tension as he soothed her with his voice.

She subtly wiped at her eyes and turned her gaze to the lake beside them. "Why are you so angry with me? Wasn't it good for you?"

He stared at her, wondering at her game. "Good for me? h.e.l.l, woman! I came for more than a minute! You're wet with my seed. Of course it was good for me!"

His angry tone should have insulted her. Instead she slowly smiled. "It was really good, wasn't it?" She seemed inordinately pleased with herself. "I was hot, wasn't I?"

Catam's easy nature rea.s.serted itself as humor at her bragging stole through him. "You were scorching."

"You're hard again." She pointed to his groin and licked her lips. She blinked and reached down, slipping her fingers through her dark curls, making his c.o.c.k swell.

"I want you again. I should be too tired, too sensitive, but I want you again, right now."

She looked wondrous at the revelation, and some of Catam's concern faded. If Isa was surprised by her body's response, she couldn't possibly have any idea what she'd done for him.

For a man who prized control, Catam should have been more upset over her revelation. He had no idea what had happened, and obviously neither did she.

Her fingers dove deeper, fingering her c.l.i.t while she stared at him in invitation.

Without another word, he rejoined her on the ground. Wanting her again, he decided to take her fast this time. He quickly mounted her and thrust deep. He sealed his mouth to hers and mated with her tongue, pulling her deeper into his thrall.

As their coupling continued, he lost track of his control, of who was really in charge. Her slick heat stole his thoughts and he reacted to her urgings unconsciously. He sucked her tongue and grazed her b.r.e.a.s.t.s with his chest, knowing she liked the way his silken hair teased her nipples.

She arched into him, gripping his b.u.t.tocks to pull him deeper, and his patience snapped.

His hips like a piston, he pumped in and out, driving her into another o.r.g.a.s.m before he spilled into her with a harsh cry. His c.o.c.k pulsed within her tight p.u.s.s.y, and he had to grit his teeth to keep from keening aloud.

The aftershocks faded after a time and he drifted into wainu without thought. Oddly enough, this time perfection wore Isa's face.

Chapter Five.

Isa's body ached in strange places. She sat up, confused at first that she wore no clothing and that moisture pooled between her legs. Then she blushed, recalling Catam's ardent lovemaking.

By Flor's dagger, she wasn't frigid after all!