The Unveiling (D'Shar Men)

Chapter Nine



Tears trailed down Rivka's face, blurring her vision as she drove. It should have felt good to leave with the last word. She'd waited a long time to deliver that speech and well-deserved slap. Instead she felt deflated and depressed. Should I forgive him because he was the General? Understand that he'd given his all to a cause greater than himself? Logical perhaps, but her heart wouldn’t allow her to give in so easily. He owed her a debt, and she'd be damned if she didn't collect. He could have her body, the chemicals would see to that, but he'd have to work his ass off if he ever intended to possess her heart and her soul.

She swiped away the tears, angry at her weakness. Now is not the time to break down. I need to be strong and resolute in my decisions. I owe myself at least that much. By the time she reached her dwelling she was completely drained. The last dregs of her energy were used to carry her body to the bed where she collapsed, still clothed. Rivka kicked off her shoes and allowed sleep's sweet embrace to take her down into the darkness where pain couldn't follow.

Moonlight caressed her skin like a lover's fingertips. The sweet smell of the succulent, pink blossoms of the star flowers made her smile. She lived for evenings like this when she was free to bask in her element and wait for him. As the princess she was supposed to be a symbol for her people. Able to control the weather and give predictions she was "protected" almost twenty-four hours a day. It left her feeling caged, controlled, and bored, until he came along and saw the woman behind the legend. She pulled her cape tighter around her body, sticking to the shadows as she crept to the arch where they often met when he came through this area. As the commander of a powerful mercenary force, her lover was away more than he was around. His current assignment and sibling status to her lead protector, Peri, kept him close. When she reached the arch and spotted his familiar silhouette her breasts grew heavy. Hot, sticky nectar flowed between her legs. The fragrant musk of his pheromones made her center throb, and she took a deep breath, filling her lungs with his scent. His head snapped toward her, and she knew it was having the same effect on him.

He came toward her like a lion stalking his prey. Her stomach flipped, and she took a step back. A giggle formed before she spun and he gave chase. She dodged his lunges, running around the Crisna trees with their brilliant yellow leaves. She was tackled by the pink pond that reflected the full moon.

"I caught you, my love."

"Ahh, but that was what I intended." She caressed the planes of his face, drinking in the sight of his strong jaw, dark hair, and piercing hazel colored eyes. He pressed his lower body close, and she felt the thick length of him against her.

"It's been far too long since I've been inside you, love."

She spread her legs wide, eager to be one with the man who meant everything.

"I count the hour until I can be with you again. I long for the day when we can leave our positions behind and simply be free."

"Once your younger sister comes into power I'll take you away from this place." His hands crept up inside her dress, and she shivered.

"No undergarments?"

"Waiting even a second longer than I have to is a tragedy."

He stroked her with his calloused finger, moving inside her sheath.

"You're ready for me, aren't you?"

"Always."

He reached down between them to free himself from his britches.

He pressed into her entrance with his thick head and pushed inside her, inch by decadent inch. Her muscles protested before they gave and he sank inside, filling her, chasing away the emptiness that lived inside her when he was gone. He pulled out and pumped inside her. It was a slow, steady pace as they rediscovered each other. Six months without his touch, or hearing his voice. Tears ran down her face as the pressure built and she teetered on the edge. She tilted her head up to accept, and they made love with their mouths. All too soon it came to an end when he stroked the spot inside her and she exploded, dragging him with her. Warmth flooded her channel as he released with a low groan. "When I'm inside you like this, I'm home." His words were muffled, his face buried in her neck.


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Present

Rivka woke with tears on her face. The sweet scene that’d transpired between the two lovers in her dream made her heart ache. Why am I dreaming about this? There was a familiarity to the scene, though she couldn’t place why. Their faces were obscured by the darkness. Had she seen them on a t.v. show or a movie? No. Perhaps it had been more than a picture painted by her overactive subconscious. Now that The Wanting had begun, perhaps it was a soul memory. Was Bastien someone she'd known before? The words of Estria haunted her once more. They had a dark past between them. She would meditate on it.