Chapter Thirteen—The Spear #2
He kissed the inside of her thigh and she gasped.
He nibbled his way upward and her hips began to undulate on their own.
“No,” he growled and grasped them firmly.
Sara mewled and then her whole body shuddered as he swept his tongue slowly back and forth.
Dear Goddess, how much more could she endure?
His tongue circled the opening to her vagina and then he plunged inside, still holding her firmly in place. Sara clawed at the sheets and tried not to scream. He was bringing her so close to the edge and yet not allowing her to come. She felt like an inferno was blazing between her legs.
“By the gods, you taste good,” he said as he flicked his tongue back and forth and around her folds, but avoided the spot that would bring her relief.
“Lucas, please!”
“Please what?”
“I need you inside of me!” Goddess, she was going to incinerate right here on the spot. There would only be a burnt outline of her body and some ashes.
He moved up and she felt the tip of his erection press against her swollen opening. “Like this?” he asked.
She tried to wiggle, but his clasp was still tight. “More!”
He eased in about an inch, just enough that she could feel herself begin to stretch. Deep muscles began to contract on emptiness. She clenched her teeth.
“Lucas! Stop teasing me.”
“But I’ve just started,” he said and she could tell he was grinning. He obliged her by slowly sliding his member in about a third of its length and then withdrawing, only to slide it in a bit farther and then pull it out again.
She whimpered, a sound between a sob and a scream. “You’re driving me crazy.”
“Hmmm. Is this better?” Lucas stroked the head of his penis forward against her hot nub and then back.
Her body began to spasm as it reached for the orgasm and then he stopped just short of that final stroke that would have brought her to the Big O. Sara growled.
Deep inside Lucas, the wolf responded. He rammed into her, burying himself to the hilt, plunging into her again and again, grinding his pelvis against her sweet ass as she pushed her hips up, taking more and more of him.
Goddess, he felt good. He stretched her and filled her completely, each penetration harder as he rode her, his balls striking her hard little nub on his down thrusts.
He lifted her legs suddenly, bringing them across his thighs.
The angle allowed him to spear deeper and her body convulsed in one huge, shuddering contraction that spiraled into undulating waves of pleasure.
As if from a distance, she heard his roar and then felt his hot seed spurt into her, and she exploded.
He collapsed beside her and drew her into the circle of his arm. For long moments, they lay silent, panting to get their breaths back.
“Your turn next,” he finally said. “You choose how you want to play.”
Sara gave him a devilish smile. “I’m going to torture you the way you did me.”
“Promise?” Lucas said with a lazy smile.
She leaned down to give him a love bite. “Oh, yeah.”
****
It was nearly dawn when Baylor eased the plastic card into the door of the hotel room where Lucas and Sara slept. How susceptible humans were to simple spells. It had been child’s play getting an extra “key” from the drowsing clerk.
The damn Templar ought to be asleep by now.
He’d spent hours outside waiting for the lights to go out.
No doubt he’d exhausted the bitch too. Balor could smell the musk of sex even through thick walls.
Still, he brought up warded shields that would keep him from being scented by the wolf.
This was one time he’d outsmart the beast.
To his own amazement, he heard the shower running. The bathroom was recessed, so he hadn’t seen its light on. From the sounds emanating from there, it sounded like they were doing much more than taking a shower. So much the better for him.
He glanced quickly around. The Spear was leaned upright in a corner near the bed.
To his delight, the ancient Shield was braced next to it.
The dark gods were with him tonight. The Shield would add to his own power, for it had old Druid magic in it.
He took a step toward his treasures and then stopped, his eye caught by something gleaming on the bedside table.
The Templar cross! The fool must have taken it off while he screwed the bitch.
Baylor almost chuckled as he walked across the soundless carpet and picked it up.
Without the cross, much of Ramsey’s protection was gone.
And, while Baylor couldn’t kill him, he could banish him into a world between worlds.
A kind of suspended animation, as it were.
This was Beltane. The veil would lift at dawn.
Even now, the sky was beginning to display a pinkish glow.
He turned as Lucas stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around him, the Kincaid whore right behind him. For a moment, the Immortals looked into each other’s eyes. Balor smiled and held up the cross.
“Get behind the Shield,” Lucas ordered Sara as he lunged for the Spear.
Balor laughed as the two scrambled across the room. “I bind thee, Templar, to the Winds of Time. May you linger there forever.”
Lucas’ hand closed around the Spear. “Fly true!”
Balor threw up another invisible shield, this one so thick that the room was filled with a dense fog that even he couldn’t see through. He dove for the floor.
Silence.
His spell had worked. The Templar was gone and, it seemed, so was the bitch. Good riddance. The little witch had too much power for a mortal anyway. They could hang together, not being able to move, for eternity.
The fog dissipated. Cautiously, Balor stuck his head over the edge of the bed. The room was empty. Pleased with himself, he stood and then, seconds later, he bellowed out his rage.
Both the Spear and the Shield had disappeared.
****
Sara pulled the terry bathrobe closer and looked around. The room—or whatever it was—was aglow with thousands of candles reflecting off what appeared to be millions of twinkling diamonds. The air was fragrant with the smell of scented beeswax. “Where are we?”
Lucas set the Spear and Shield down next to an oak table. “I think we’re in Merlin’s cave,” he said, “and he’s not going to be happy.”
Before she could answer, they heard footsteps approach. In a moment a man with long white hair appeared, wearing a midnight-blue robe. A pair of surprisingly bright blue eyes glared at them from beneath scowling brows.
“Who dares interrupt my sleep?” he demanded in a deep resonating voice…and then he peered closer at Lucas. “Umph! It’s you. What name are you using this time?”
“Lucas Ramsey,” he answered. “Good to see you again too, Merlin.”
“Merlin? As in King Arthur and the Round Table Merlin?” Sara looked from one of the men to the other.
“Who’s this?” the old man demanded. “It sure isn’t Gwenhwyfar again, is it?”
Lucas grimaced. “Don’t you remember she and Arthur took the final Binding together centuries ago?”
Merlin snorted. “That boy never would listen to me.”
“Would someone please explain to me what is going on?” Sara interrupted. “I feel like I’m doing time-travel here.”