Exiled (9 page)

He eyed her balefully. “Whatever happened to let’s go put our feet in the water?”

She laughed and the sound sparkled like the sun dancing off the water. Then she rejoined him, this time remaining in place when the water once again rushed ashore.

She stared over the horizon, her expression one of supreme peace. Then she slowly rotated, taking in every detail of her surroundings.

Her hair whipped in the breeze, lifting off her shoulders and swirling like a mass of dark silk. The thin robe ruffled, baring parts of her skin depending on which way she turned.

He was treated to a tantalizing glimpse of her bottom and then the soft curls covering her pussy. And when she turned again, he could clearly see the outline of her breasts. The material molded to her nipples and it was all he could do not to drop to his knees, push aside the offending material and suck the velvety nub into his mouth.

Instead he simply pulled her into his arms and kissed her.

Her hair blew over them both. Each brush of the silken strands over his skin made him more eager to delve his fingers into the heavy mass and kiss every inch of her mouth, her face, her neck.

She made the sweetest sound of surrender, which only made him ache all the more fiercely. He considered himself a civilized man, despite his sexual proclivities, which might make him taboo to most people. But at the moment he was feeling decidedly uncivilized. More like a caveman set to haul his woman over his shoulder and into the cave to have raw, savage sex.

He feasted on her lips. Devoured them, tasted, licked, nibbled. 
He slid his tongue over hers, savoring the feel of her in his arms and in his mouth.

There was no mistaking the erection threatening to burst from his pants. He only hoped to hell he didn’t scare the devil out of her. There was no hiding it or disguising it. It pressed into her soft belly and he was dangerously close to spending himself in his underwear.

Instead of being wary, she drew away, her eyes half lidded as she stared up at him. She tentatively brushed her fingers down his body, closer and closer to his aching groin.

When she actually cupped the ridge of his erection, he let out a harsh groan that had her snatching her hand back.

He caught her hand and pressed it back. “God, no, don’t take it back.”

“I thought I’d done something wrong,” she said huskily.

“You touching me is 
never
 wrong.”

He let go of her hand and she left it there, carefully molded to the outline of his cock. He ran his fingers through the strands of her hair, futilely trying to keep it in check against the wind.

“I am controlled in every aspect of my life. My calm is legendary. And necessary when dealing with politics and the daily routine of serving my people. And yet with you I feel completely and utterly out of control. I’m not sure I like it.”

To his surprise, she laughed. He’d worried that she’d be offended. Or that she would sulk or pout or take it as an insult. Instead her eyes danced with merriment.

He frowned, uncertain now of what was so hilarious.

“What’s so funny?”

“You are,” she said with an impish grin. “The uptight, staid prince is unbalanced by little ole me.”

“Uptight? Staid? I’ll show you uptight,” he growled. “Or rather I’ll show you something 
tight
. Like how your sweet little pussy grips my dick when I’m pushing inside you.”

She went silent, her breath hiccupping out in a forceful rush. For a moment he thought he’d gone too far. She’d been so playful and relaxed. He didn’t want her to go back to being reserved and uneasy.

But then the corner of her mouth lifted and she cocked her head to one side. “Guess I’ll have to wait and see this tightness you speak of.”

“Feel,” he murmured. “You’ll feel it, and God help me, so will I.”

She glanced down at his watch and then grimaced. “It’s nearly time for your call.”

Yes, it was. Time had gotten away and it had felt good to let go of all the worry and stress pressing down on him. Here, standing in the ocean, barefooted with pants legs rolled up, he felt a measure of freedom he hadn’t felt in a long time.

His duty awaited him, but for just a few moments, he’d been able to be just another ordinary human being enjoying the company of a beautiful woman.

Chapter 9

A shadow loomed over Talia, momentarily blocking the sun. Her eyes, which had been half closed, flew open, and she saw Garon standing over her, a towel over one arm and holding a bottle of sunblock in his other hand.

“Xander wishes you to be better protected from the sun,” Garon rumbled out in his deep voice.

“Uh, okay.”

She reached for the bottle, but Garon instead extended his hand down to grip hers. She looked at him in confusion, but he tugged her gently upward until she rolled out of the hammock she’d been lazing in.

“There’s a lounger just over there,” Garon said. “If you’ll disrobe, I’ll lay out the towel so you can lie down on it while I apply your sunblock.”

She couldn’t help the flutter of nervousness that rose into her throat at the thought of once again being naked in front of him and whoever else happened to be watching.

The robe offered little-to-no coverage, but it still made her feel better to have something rather than be stark naked.

She took a deep breath, determined to get over the burst of panic that accompanied what would likely be a routine request from this point forward. Xander had told her as much already. Naked. He—they—wanted her naked at all times.

She let the robe slide over her shoulders and down her body to pool at her feet. She walked robotically toward the lounger, determined that she would get over this self-consciousness.

Garon moved around her and quickly arranged the plush towel and then motioned her down.

“Lie on your belly first so I can do your back. Then I’ll have you turn over so I can do the rest.”

Grateful that she could ease into the whole experience by shielding most of her nudity at least for a little while, she crawled onto the lounger and settled down, resting her cheek against the warm cushion.

For a moment she was tense, the anticipation wracking her already overwrought nerves. Then his hands came down over her shoulders and she went rigid.

“Relax,” he murmured. “This is supposed to feel good.”

The deep, husky timbre of his voice was a balm to her discomfort. She did as he commanded and let herself go limp. Her muscles ached but the moment his hands slid over her skin, she let out a sigh and sagged onto the lounger.

He worked with patience and great attention to detail. He left no spot uncovered as he massaged his way down her body.

When his hands closed over her behind, she let out a soft moan. Embarrassed to have let it slip, she clamped her lips shut and focused on enjoying the wicked sensations he invoked.

He lingered longer over the globes of her ass, massaging, caressing, sliding his palms up to the small of her back, spanning her 
waist and then working back down. She’d swear he was a professional at giving massages. She was out of her head with pleasure.

She was nearly unconscious when he lifted her into his arms and rolled her onto her back. Holy hell, but the man was strong. He very carefully put her down, making sure the towel was still in place. He even pushed back her hair, winding it around one hand before tucking it behind her neck.

If this was any indication of how the next six months was going to go, she was going to live a fantasy existence. She wasn’t entirely certain about the sex aspect of it yet. She wasn’t entirely ignorant of the practice. But the way they handled her told her that they would likely be generous and thoughtful lovers.

Waited on hand and foot by four gorgeous men. Pampered endlessly. Spoiled rotten. And this was supposed to be her repayment of a debt? If this was debt repayment, then she was going to have no compunction about incurring it regularly.

This time he started at her feet and damn if the man probably knew exactly what he was doing by making her wait for him to touch her more intimately.

The anticipation was killing her. Her insides began to quiver. Her breasts tingled, tightened, and her nipples were so hard that the slightest breeze brushing across the tips sent jolts of pleasure winging through her body.

Her groin ached and tightened unbearably. She was damp and her clit throbbed. And he hadn’t even come near her pussy or her breasts yet. Maybe he wouldn’t even touch them.

At this point, she might sob in frustration if he didn’t.

Closer and closer his hands crept as he caressed his way up her legs. Both hands circled one leg, moving upward, parting her thighs. His knuckles barely brushed against her lips but it was enough to send a shiver rolling over her entire body.

Then he moved to the other leg and began lower, working his way higher until he reached the same spot.

To her utter chagrin, he moved up to her belly, smoothing more of the lotion over her upper pelvis and abdomen. He moved in a circular motion, sliding closer to her breasts with every stroke.

With one hand, palm flat on her belly, he moved up her midline, between her breasts to the hollow of her throat. She swallowed, her throat moving up and down underneath his fingers. He drew his hand away long enough to squeeze another small portion of the sunblock into his palm and then he carefully cupped the swell of her breast.

She inhaled sharply, her chest rising with the swift intake of breath. Slowly and methodically he worked in a circle around her nipple. Frustration rose sharp and unrelenting. She wanted…

She wanted him to do something. Something more. This was a slow, torturous tease. She wanted him to touch her. Images of his mouth sucking at her nipples flashed in her mind. She wanted that. Anything but this awful hunger that gnawed at her.

“Garon, please.”

The softly spoken plea escaped despite her determination not to beg for what she wasn’t even sure she could have.

His gaze met hers and she was drowning in those dark pools, mesmerized by the glowing intensity. He lowered his head and she held her breath until she was light-headed. Maybe this was why he hadn’t touched her nipples. If he was going to put his mouth on them, he wouldn’t have wanted to taste the sunblock.

Oh please, please, let him put his mouth on her. She burned with need. He’d stoked the embers into a raging fire. Every cell of her body screamed for release.

When his mouth hovered mere centimeters above her hardened nipple, he swept his tongue out and licked the point.

She nearly shot off the lounger. She gasped and bowed upward, shocked by the sheer force of her reaction. It was like being struck by lightning.

“Easy,” he murmured, his voice gentle and soothing. “Relax.”

How was she supposed to relax when every one of her muscles was tied into a rigid knot?

Lazily his tongue traced a circle around her nipple until it was puckered and painfully erect. And then finally, finally he put his mouth on her, sucking the bud between his lips.

She groaned and closed her eyes even as she arched into him, wanting more. Her pussy throbbed and her stomach clenched with desperate need.

He turned his attention to her other breast, giving it equal treatment. He was maddeningly patient and very exacting. She wanted it harder. Something more. Something to send her hurtling over the edge.

On his knees beside her lounger, his dark head to her breasts, he continued the delicious assault on her senses. But then a shadow fell over them, much like when Garon had come to her at the hammock.

She glanced up to see Xander standing at the foot of the lounger, his eyes smoldering with seductive heat.

How long had he been there? Had he been watching all along?

And then another thought alarmed her. Was this what she should be doing? Was it what Garon was supposed to be doing? He’d told her he was supposed to apply sunblock. Would Xander be angry at the liberties Garon had taken and that she’d enjoyed?

Garon didn’t seem bothered at all by Xander’s appearance. He never paused in his attentions and continued to suck gently at her breasts.

Her gaze locked with Xander’s, but then he lowered himself to his knees and leaned forward on the lounger, his body covering her legs. She could no longer see his face but she could feel him. Warm and hard as he parted her thighs.

Oh God.

She jittered from head to toe when he traced a single finger 
down the seam of her folds and then down to her entrance where he dipped just inside, teasing and tracing the opening.

With a firm hand, he pushed her thighs even farther apart until her feet landed on the stone surface of the terrace. His fingers toyed with her, playing a moment before parting the folds.

The moment his tongue touched her, she shook uncontrollably. Every muscle contracted and she cried out in shock. In pleasure. In complete bewilderment of the overwhelming sensation of having two men using their mouths to pleasure her.

Xander’s tongue slid sensuously around her clit and then over it. Traveled down her slit and to her opening. After teasing the entrance with erotic swipes of his tongue, he traveled back to her clit. He sucked gently, pulling the taut nub into his mouth while flicking his tongue lightly with repeated strokes.

She trembled, unable to control it. Her knees shook. Her fingers curled and flexed spasmodically.

Garon began sucking harder, alternating between her breasts. Then he added his fingers to the nipple not in his mouth and he pinched it carefully between two fingers, rolling the point and adding the edge she so desperately needed.

Xander slid his hands underneath her behind, cupping her ass, holding her to his mouth while he licked and sucked her into a frenzy.

A wave of heat flushed through her body. The sun danced on her skin, so hot she was sure she was sweating now. She was spinning out of control, no longer able to hold in the gasps and moans as her body tightened and clenched.

And then Xander slid his tongue inside her, sucking hard at her opening while Garon bit down on her nipple. It was like being rocket propelled. All the tension exploded from her body like a rubber band breaking at full stretch.