3. Sunni
CHAPTER 3
Sunni
S pecial?
I fought to tamp down my expectations, but my blood was pulsing hot at his words.
He’d never allowed a woman to share his bed before?
But it didn’t—surely it couldn’t mean anything. But I couldn’t tamp down that flicker of hope in my chest.
And the other word.
Freeuse
I had never heard that word before. But I knew I would give Raker anything he wanted.
He didn’t even need a special word for that.
From the first moment I heard his voice, I was his to command. Frightened, aroused, embarrassed of what he could make my body do so effortlessly.
My romantic mind began to spin all kinds of fantasies as I lay limp and boneless on the bed, the intoxicating heat of my orgasm sending a warm glow of pleasure through my body.
What if Raker fell in love with me?
What if he wanted me to stay with him always?
His hand was still under me, almost lazily stroking my pussy even as the last of my release pumped out over his wrists.
Then he patted my clit firmly and rolled off the bed.
I twisted to look at him. The sun was slanting down over the desert now, shadows falling in the room, but my eyes took in the huge bulk of his body, those enormous shoulders and the strong muscles in his back that rippled down to a narrower waist, then the muscular ass and massive thighs, that cock still hanging heavy between his legs.
I couldn’t identify all the tattoos, but a few jumped out with startling clarity at me.
Skulls, blood. Fangs and venom. And always snakes, the highly venomous desert viper dominating. The head of the viper gleamed with dark menace, narrowed eyes, vibrant midnight scales.
Goosebumps broke out over my body. Hypnotic and frightening, there was a power to Raker that meant I could barely look away from him, even though my skin crawled with awareness of his danger.
“I’ll be out in a few minutes,” Raker said, and I nodded wordlessly.
Water regulations were separated by gender in Resurrected Territory. The higher your rank, the more water you were allowed. Men showered, women bathed in the remains. Would Raker be the kind of man who cleaned himself quickly, then plugged the drain? Or would he be the kind of man who forced you to bathe in grease and oil-slick waters?
Excited heat flamed on my skin at the thought of bathing after him, and I quickly opened my backpack and put on a T-shirt and pair of leggings.
Maybe if I got my first paycheck this week I could go buy some new clothes so Raker wouldn’t realize how little I actually owned.
I heard the water start up as I ran my fingers across the smooth polished stones of the window. His room looked out past the town and across the hard, dry lands of the desert, the baked tan sand and high cliffs that overlooked Resurrected, and the immense, dry plain that surrounded us.
There were stories that the plain had been full of rivers long ago, but that something had happened and the land took its water back. And that the Elders had come to convince the land to give it back so people could live here.
There was a little cactus growing up through a crack on the windowsill, and I smiled to see how it was hardy and survived even with so little water.
Then I saw another quick flash of movement in the shadows and a little lizard pulled itself slowly over the ledge.
I jumped and then stilled.
Something must be wrong with the creature, it looked injured, like maybe it had been attacked by one of the sharp-eyed cruel hawks that lurked, ready to kill any little animal that crept out from the safety of a low rock or cactus.
I felt a sudden twist of my heart to see how the tiny lizard struggled to breathe. Looking at a deep gouge on its back, I wondered how it had managed to escape from a hawk.
Seeing a dead cricket lying on the ground below, I pushed the window open and picked it up, then moved it toward the lizard with encouraging pushes.
“C’mon. Just take it.”
I bent to my work, concentrating hard as I tried to get the lizard to eat, and I felt ridiculously thrilled when it seemed to inch over and maybe think about taking a bite of the cricket.
“You’ve got this,” I caroled as the lizard edged over, lowering his head. I watched as the small creature ate cautiously.
What if the hawk came back?
Piling up some dried grasses on the end of the windowsill, I made a little bed for it.
“You can stay,” I whispered, feeling a little foolish because this was what I wanted for myself. “For as long as you want.”
Then I felt my cheeks heat with embarrassment as Raker moved behind me.
I hadn’t even heard him come out.
“Let it go,” he said, his harsh voice scraping down my spine. “When they’ve been taken by a predator like that it’s too late. There’s no saving them.”
I stood up obediently, but I still dropped my eyes down to the lizard.
“Everything out here has to be strong. It might make it,” I almost whispered, my cheeks flaming and feeling foolish, then wishing I could take it back.
Raker probably wanted someone tough and hard, like him. But oh, in the delicious golden warm haze of being in this room with him, I wanted to think I could stay forever.
Maybe if I was very good. . .
His face didn’t change expression, but he cocked his head at me, then raised fingers up to my cheek, those calloused tips scraping across my chin.
It did nothing to cool my heated flesh, my nipples tightening almost painfully hard and fast under the loose T-shirt.
No sooner was I glad it was so big and baggy to hide how my body responded to his, then his other hand moved down, his palm brushing against the tight little tips.
“The tub has automatic water heaters to keep the water warm,” he said, and my breath caught in my throat at the idea of such luxury.
“Oh, that’s so exciting! I can’t wait!”
I was in raptures until his hand descended on the back of my neck, his span so broad his fingers seemed to reach all across my shoulders.
“Sunni, my balls are full as fuck. You should be on your knees fixing that.”
“Y-yes, of course,” I said, stumbling over my words. “I won’t forget again, sir.”
“You don’t have to call me sir,” he admonished.
“No sir,” I replied quickly as I fell to my knees. “I mean, no.”
He smelled so good, his thick cock already straining at the jeans as I undid the button.
His lips twisted up slightly.
“Call me Raker, Sunni.”
“OK,” I agreed.
His cock sprung thick and heavy from his jeans, his skin smelling deliciously like fresh soap, and I put my mouth on his heavy member eagerly.
“Boot,” Raker said, shoving his foot under my hips, and I realized with a start that he wanted me to come on it too.
What if I couldn’t come for him?
But his voice glided over me, seducing me with that low gravelly tone, and I did, my throat raw from the violence of it, my hips gyrating over the hard surface of his boots, until my body was shaking uncontrollably with the release, his hot, sticky-sweet cum down my throat until I felt I couldn’t swallow any more.
When he had raised me to my feet, with unsteady wobbling legs, he zipped his big cock up and headed for the door.
“You’ll come into the tattoo shop with me soon,” he said. “I want to get some pieces started on you.”
“Pieces?” I asked curiously, wetting my lips.
And now I could get water, as much of it as I wanted, from Raker’s own cooler in the corner, water with ice even!
“Yes,” Raker said. “I’ll do my mark first.”
“Your mark?” I asked curiously.
My mouth felt sore, but in a delicious sort of way, like a pleasurable ache.
“That’s right,” he said, a corner of his harsh mouth tipped up. “So everyone can see at a glance that you belong to the Saints. To me.”