Straightening, his hand was back on my breast, toying with my nipple. He did have a cocky grin on his face. “Oh, my dear, just you wait.”
I fisted his shirt and pulled him close. “I don’t want to wait.”
Both hands wrapped around me, and he found my ass. “Gods, that’s nice. I’ve wanted to get my hands on this since the first morning you crawled out of my bed.”
“Dorian?” I wrapped my hand around his erection, pumping him gently.
“Yes?”
“Shut up and fuck me. Deadlines.”
He pressed me against the wall and kicked my legs wide open. Dipping down, he slipped his cock between my lips to find my cream.
There was plenty of it.
Sliding back and forth, he coated his erection with my silk, but not only that—he nudged himself against my clit, sending sparks through me.
Holy crap.
“Kimber,” he breathed my name. “I am a bastard. We should be in my bed with Rilen and Roren.”
“Tell me we’ll get there, and give me an orgasm, and I’ll forgive you.”
“Oh, we will,” he breathed, nudging against my entrance. “Arms around my neck, little one. I need to be inside you.”
My arms twined around him, and as he lifted me, he slid deep inside me.
“Ohhhh.”
He was thick, and he cleaved me open, driving deep as he pressed me against the wall.
I hadn’t realized I’d harbored a fantasy about Master Dorian until his dick was deep inside me. The few passing thoughts I’d dismissed were only half-remembered dreams.
I had always found Dorian sexy. There was no way the little no-one acolyte would have a shot in hell at getting a temple master. He was out of my league.
Except, right now, he was very much in my league. Lodged right up to his balls in my league.
He hiked up one of my legs, resting it in the crook of his arm.
Once more, his lips were on mine, and I was his.
I spoke against his mouth. “Move, please. Gods, please.”
He did. He slid out until just his massive tip rested inside me. He held me there a moment and slid back in, his erection splitting me again.
“I am not going to be gentle,” he warned, his eyes closed, his head bowed.
“When did I say I wanted that?” I grinned against his neck. “Please, Master Dorian, fuck me hard.”
He didn’t answer me, not out loud. His answer was in the speed that his shaft rammed in and out of my willing sex.
I was going blind with lust. I hadn't realized I was this desperate for sex, for a climax. But I was, and I wanted to come, soon. I hooked my other leg around his waist and pushed against his thrusting.
“Shit, ilati,” he grumbled into my hair. “I’m coming. Seeing you use that sword and being able to fuck you right after…”
I was beyond lost for words at that point. Hearing that he found me sexy when we were fighting— I wondered what other times I had gotten him hard.
I gathered my senses enough to give him a directive. “Finger my clit. Touch it. Please, please…”
He was happy to oblige.
I didn’t realize how close I was.
At the first touch of his finger, I shattered, screaming his name in release and praise.
I lost all sense of myself and time. The only thing I registered was Dorian slamming his cock into me, grunting, and then yelling my name as he spilled his cum inside me.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Kimber
I just couldn’t get enough of his dick.
From barely being able to tolerate him in the same room, I didn’t want to be away from him.
The tremor was barely a thought in my head almost two hours after Dorian fucked me in the practice room. It started again while he was deep in me, bringing me to yet another screaming orgasm.
And just who was I now, anyway? After I came, I walked to the balcony naked and settled the tremor easily. Then, I walked back to the bed and fucked Dorian again.
This was a new, dirty, sex-driven me.
I liked her.
The day Rilen and Roran were due to return, Maytan appeared again with another warning.
Thankfully, we were at breakfast and fully dressed.
The device was alerting us again that there was another tremor coming. This one only just a day after the last one—and only one color remained.
“Indigo,” I whispered.
Lunella looked at me across the table. “What?”
“Maytan, thank you.” I nodded at him, and he bowed and ran out. I turned back to Lunella and the others at the table. “Every tremor has had its own color, and it’s worked through the rainbow. The only one that hasn’t come through is indigo.”
Everyone around the table was silent. It nearly killed me that Dorian was four seats away, talking quietly with Master Argo.
“So,” Mistress Maurielle began, “what happens after the last colored tremor goes through?”
I craned my neck around to look at her. “What?”
The temple master shrugged. “Honestly. What happens after the last tremor?”
“The Spine falls,” Mistress Ophelia said. “That’s accepted canon.”
“But how? Why? When?” Mistress Sona asked. “Maurielle and I spent hours discussing this the other day, and we realized we simply do not know what happens now. We have the Breaker here. The cave has told us what we need to know. But there are gaps in our knowledge.”
Vitas folded his hands. “Mistress Kimber, how did you know to stop the tremors? You said they were magic based, but how did you know to stop them?”
Pushing some of the crumbs on my plate around, I considered the question. “This is going to sound contradictory. But the first tremor was red, anger. And the magic flowed toward the Spine, where it was being… accepted? The Spine was happy to have it, but land, the ground—Gaia herself—was displeased and distraught that it was slipping away alone. So I knew that I had to stop the flow.”
“Each and every time it was like that?” Master Bebbenel asked.
I nodded. “Yes. The magic, the emotion of the color, would race to the Spine, but the rest of S’Kir didn’t want to let it go yet. And I do say yet.” I paused. “It kind of felt like you would if you left your house with only one shoe. It wasn’t right. It was disorienting and distracting.”
Mistress Carolee nodded. “Do you believe that you’ll know when to break the Spine?”
“Yes.” The word leapt out of my mouth before I really considered it.
It was true. I would know.
The magic would guide me to the time and place and help me figure out what to do. I just had to make sure I had enough power to control the breaking.
“Then,” Mistress Neves said, “I suggest we not look to legends and look to recording this event for our future generations.”
“I agree,” Sona said. “The prophecy is happening. Let’s not lose the thread of history here.”
A dizzy spell washed over me for just a moment.
I was history.
Not just living through it.
Not just a part of it.
I was history.
Vitas grabbed my wrist. “Are you okay, Kimber?”
Swallowing hard, I nodded. “Yes. I’m fine.”
I heard a low growl from a few seats away and looked toward it. Dorian was staring at where Vitas’s hand rested on my arm.
Catching Dorian’s gaze, I leaned over to Vitas and whispered, “You may want to let go. You’re really pissing someone off.”
Vitas looked up. He seemed shocked for just a heartbeat that Dorian was the one growling. Just to cause trouble, he trailed his fingers over my forearm, slowly, and I could feel my skin react to his touch.
Dorian’s eyes snapped to Vitas.
Vitas gave him a shit-eating grin and picked up his fork, shoveling some food into his mouth with a ‘come at me, asshole’ look.
It wasn’t Vitas that Dorian was going to come after.
*
“I don’t like other men touching you!”
Each word was punctuated by Dorian driving his cock into my pussy, slapping hard against me. His fingers drove into my hips, pulling me back against him at the same time, with a punishing force.
“Kimber!” He snapped my name and slapped my ass.
All that did was make me moan louder and try to get away from him.
Kind of.
I only played hard to get. His ownership of my body was a turn on, and his possession of me was exquisite.
I would be setting limits, though.