Hadaen [The Marujan Brothers Series] Book One Page 9

  Amelia nodded slightly, her breath hot and shaky on his face, and her eyes burning with the same desire he only knew was obvious in his own.

  Without another word, Hadaen lifted her hips and positioned himself at the entrance of her slit. He slid in slowly, testing her, gently stretching. She tensed immediately, fingers gripping outwards in the blankets beneath her. But he continued; sliding inside her inch by inch until he reached the thin barrier of her sex. Leaning down to her, Hadaen took her mouth with his, kissing deeply. Her hands ran over his back, holding him tightly.

  With one swift thrust, he broke past her virginity and her nails sank hard into his flesh. He never broke the kiss, swallowing down her scream and whimpers. Her body shook beneath his, her eyes slightly dampened by tears. Hadaen pulled back just a little, waiting for signs that the pain had left. In a moment, her expression relaxed and a moan escaped her lips.

  "You alright?" he asked her, his voice tight with anticipation. Need.

  "I'm fine," she whispered. "Just...a little sore."

  He nodded and pulled out slowly before pushing in again. She winced but it was all a part of the process of her getting used to his size. When she moaned throatily and pushed her hips up against him, it was all the invitation he needed. Hadaen spread her legs wide, positioning one over his shoulder.

  "Look at me," he breathed. "Watch me while I fuck your sweet tight pussy."

  Amelia's eyes fluttered open and she held on to his gaze as if her life depended on it.

  Sinking deep inside her warmth again, Hadaen angled her hips upright to better welcome his slow smooth thrusts. Amelia's low pants blew up and around him, arousing every nerve ending in his body. This was no relative mating... No typical consummation. It was hot frenzied mind-shattering sex.

  Amelia held his gaze determinedly as she countered the slick slapping of his pelvis against hers. She needed this. She'd needed it for a long time. Her mouth fell open as she welcomed the unfamiliar need that surged through her, kindling within her abdomen and coursing down from her womb.

  Tiny flares of fire flew past her vision and her fingers dug deep into his flesh. Hard and fierce.

  Hadaen lifted her and flipped her around, knocking the breath out of her lungs.

  "Kneel for me, baby." His voice was rugged and hoarse behind her. She knew the idea he had. She'd seen pictures of it... Even saw flashes of scenes in movies. She'd heard Reese--Esyth--speak of the sweet torture it delivered.

  "Hadaen, I should--Oh shit!!"

  He slammed into her, pelvis smacking hard against that nice ass. Amelia gripped the blankets and released a moan she could no longer suppress. This angle had not been what she had expected. It felt so much more intense... and his cock seemed bigger, fuller inside her pussy.

  Hadaen quickened his pace, her body jerking against him. Bending to kiss her neck, he reached down and around to tease her clitoris.

  "Fuck!" she groaned, her hand coming back to close over his, holding it in place. "Don't stop. Please don't stop..."

  And stop, he didn't.

  Move faster, he did. Thrust deeper, he had to.

  Hadaen could feel the tightening in his balls just about the same time the sweet walls of Amelia's pussy clamped tight around him. She was near to her release and he'd be damned if he came before her. Flicking his finger across her sensitive bud, Amelia jerked; the tremors running wild through her. Her head came back, mouth wide open. No sound. Then the fiercest of groans he had ever heard from a woman. Her pants came faster...wilder and she braced against him firmly.

  Amelia's scream reverberated through him as her body stiffened and went almost completely limp. Hadaen thrust hard one last time as he came full-force inside her.

  Lightning flashed somewhere outside.

  Chapter Nine

  Amelia woke to the strong scent of coffee.

  Surrounding that was the fresh smell of nature: wood, earth and water. She could hear feet shuffling around quietly. Squeezing her eyes shut, she willed herself to go back to sleep. At least that could buy her a little time before she'd have to face him again. Especially since what had happened between them only a few hours ago.

  Sex with Hadaen Maruj had felt good. Too good; not that she had anything to compare it to. But he had not only invaded her body but her soul as well. Their manas had touched...mingled in a bonding ritual. She had felt alive in so many ways than which she could account for.

  And now that she had had sex with him, Amelia knew there would be no turning back.

  "I know you're not sleeping," his voice came softly against her ear. The baritone sexiness of it all made her shiver. Hadaen chuckled. "Get up for me and drink this."

  "In a minute..." She groaned against the pillows.

  He teased a finger lightly down her back. "I do know more persuasive ways."

  Amelia trembled and opened her eyes. "You're a cruel man."

  Something sparked in his eyes. "You haven't come close to seeing cruel yet."

  Eyeing him curiously, she sat up and pulled the blankets with her. "What time is it?"

  "Around eight." Hadaen handed her a mug of steaming black coffee. "You've been mumbling for coffee in your sleep."

  "What?" Amelia felt outraged. She wondered what else she had been muttering about.

  "Yeah. Seems like mortal life has left a mark on you

  She sipped the warm liquid and moaned. "This is great coffee."

  "Show your gratitude to Esyth."

  "I need to ask you something." She stared down into the mug. Might as well get it over with.

  "Okay." Hadaen moved in closer and sat before her on the bed. Amelia inched back a bit.

  "Could you--you know...move back a little? I can't think when you're so close."

  Hadaen let out a laugh and shook his head. "Woman, you endanger my ego!" But when she glared at him, he quickly sobered and eased back. "Okay...There. Happy?"

  Amelia continued. "Esyth said that I have a destined mate. The Holder of the Beacon. I'll just take a wild guess and say that's you."

  Hadaen stood at that point, scratching his forehead. "It's been foretold for many years. The priests have been hammering it into my brain since I was a child."

  He didn't miss the way her pupils shook. "You are my destined mate?"

  "You say if as if it's a terrible thing."

  "Well... No, it's not. It's just that..." She gripped the blankets tighter and placed down the mug. "Did you know?"

  "For some time now."

  "Why didn't you tell me?" Her eyes were accusing now. "I had to find out from... Well, not exactly find out but you know what I mean, damn it! Is that why you wanted so badly to initiate me?"

  Hadaen rubbed his forehead. "No. I didn't know at that point. All I knew was that I saw a beautiful girl one morning below my balcony and I wanted her. I went with my gut, Amelia. My instincts. It wasn't until you...ran away and I'd seen the inscription on your necklace that I knew for sure."

  Amelia's hand shot up to her neck, rubbing along the delicate outline of the necklace. She spoke softly, almost a whisper. "I hadn't noticed the inscription." A frown overrode her features and she stood, the blankets carefully wrapped about her. "I should get dressed. And get on with the day. Lots of things to accomplish."

  He could feel the height of her anxiety. She was scared. Terrified. That much to--

  Hadaen pulled her into his embrace and sucked gently on those luscious lips. He then inhaled deeply and brushed a lock of hair from her face before piercing her gaze with his.

  "You won't run from me again," he told her. "I won't stand for it. Understand?"

  She barely nodded. "You can let me go now."

  But he didn't. Instead, he pulled her into a tighter hug and crushed his mouth over hers, drawing her up on her toes and swallowing her purred moans.

  "I'll never get enough of you," he says, acknowledging the thickening cock in his pants. "Sleep with me tonight."

  Amelia cocked her head to one side daringly and smiled, p
ushing away from

  him. "I'll be sleeping in my tent tonight, Hadaen."

  His cock jumped at attention, in search of the newly presented challenge. "Woman, I will fuck you right out in the open if I have to. And then I'd kill anyone else who managed a glimpse of that sexy ass. So take heed not to tease me. I will be coming to your tent. Tonight."

  Amelia laughed and picked up her coffee, batting her lashes at him.

  "I see you're not a slow learner."

  * * *

  The sweep of the valley spread out along the green land, misty air swirling around lush vegetation. Hadaen stared out at the open fields that stretched out for miles upon miles and smiled to himself. They had done quite a great job at hiding the Marujan kingdom. It was situated just twenty miles from where he stood on the huge boulder by the outskirts of the village. But to the mortal eye, to the non-Marujan...the enemy, it was just an empty land marred by fresh weeds and bitter-sweet winds.

  And he was content with that, at least. For he knew Deorci would come soon. To release his wickedness and spread bloodshed again. But Hadaen would be damned if he lost the battle this time. He had many to avenge--including his father--and his woman to protect. He knew Gideon would fight well; his brother was bred too from the best of lineage. And they would fight for freedom.

  Liberty, they would have. Liberty, he would not lose.

  "I thought I'd find you here."

  Hadaen blinked. He knew that voice. The soft timbre. The vixen-filled tone. The intense chamomile fragrance that whiffed through the air. He turned around to face his apparent stalker.

  "What are you doing here, Sienna?"

  She laughed. "I live here, my lord."

  If Hadaen was surprised by her claim, he did not show it. "Explain yourself."

  The copper-haired women moved about, hands tucked inside the pockets of a black leather jacket. "I left Maruj two weeks after the end of our...fling. It had seemed a wise decision then since you had found other...interests. I was sent here to help out with the Elders and such. Petty stuff. I suppose it was punishment enough when my father found out I had been merely warming your bed."

  Hadaen stiffened. He knew she was speaking the truth. "My intentions were made clear from the very beginning."

  Sienna nodded and smiled, wryly. "Of course. I knew my place."

  "And I pray you still do." His voice was as clipped as ever. "What do you want?"

  "Didn't you get notice? I shall be training your intended on the morrow. The Elders have agreed that I'd be the perfect teacher. Of course, there had initially been votes out for you but since you're fucking the girl--"

  Hadaen moved fast, the speed of his pace sending her hair whipping back from her face. He had her by the arm, his expression speaking volumes of his anger. "Do not utter another word. Let me take this time to warn you. You will train Amelia the best way you can. Hurt her and I won't hesitate to commit murder. Your father may be noble but I'm the one who holds the Marujan throne. Do not cross me."

  Sienna seethed and pulled her arm away. "It's nice to know you haven't changed one bit. Besides, why would I hurt her if she is the one who also holds the key to our freedom from Deorci?"

  Hadaen eyed her and stepped back, riveting his gaze back out to the open land. "She'll be ready."

  "As long as she learns what's to be learnt quickly. Deorci will attack soon and we must all prepare."

  "Good."

  He could feel her edging closer but he didn't much as blink an eye.

  "Do you remember that time when we were--"

  "No. I don't." Hadaen's reply came fast and sharp, cutting her words mid-sentence. "Our memories together are long forgotten, Sienna. You should do the same and erase them from your mind."

  A moment of silence swept between them until she came up next to him, following his gaze. Her face lit up and then went somber again. "I haven't been there in decades. My father had made it clear what a disgrace I was to him." She chuckled sadly. "Mother silently consoled me. She was always the weak one."

  Hadaen glanced at the pain riding her striking features. She was beautiful, always had been. One of the most beautiful women he had ever laid eyes on. What Sienna lacked was Amelia's soft loveliness...the gentle beauty that called to his soul. He hated revisiting the past...digging up the memories that scarcely meant a pebble to him now.

  "You had spread rumours about me taking you as my wife."

  "And why had that seemed such a horrific idea? I was no common tramp and yet I let you have your way with me day and nights."

  "I had no intentions for a wife," he simply stated.

  She scoffed. "Could've fooled me... Then Lady Marza went bragging about you taking interest with one of her girls." She spat fiercely at the ground. "A common one at that. Imagine my humiliation."

  "What do you want, woman? An apology? You made your bed and you damned well wallowed around in it. I never forced my way between your legs. We both had sought pleasure from one another. We had a grand time. Now move on."

  Sienna nodded and tucked her hair from her face. "I caught a glimpse of your brother an hour ago. He seems...fascinated with Esyth. I would have greeted him but--"

  "Last I can remember, Gideon never liked you."

  Hadaen could hear her heart thud with dread. He was being harsh on purpose. Her words were sincere but the balance in her energy seemed a bit lop-sided.

  "Why do you hate me so?"

  He turned to face her, his arms crossed and his stance wide. "You might be Marujan but I don't trust you. Not right now. I want to be there while you train Amelia. Tell the Elders I will have it no other way."

  "As you wish, my lord. Who would question Lord Hadaen Maruj's desires?"

  She gave him a half bow and walked away, back in the direction of the tents.

  Hadaen cursed lowly and frowned. Infuriating woman! The last thing he had expected was to run into her here. He knew Sienna all too well. Knew her right down to that scrawny dragon tattoo on the inside of her right thigh. He hadn't questioned at the time where a well-bred noblewoman like her had managed to acquire one such as that. But it had tormented his dreams many nights after she had brought him over the edge after hours of carnal delicacies.

  Now, he could care less. He did not trust her. Mystery still swirled around that copper head and simmered deep in the pools of her emerald eyes. He'd keep a close eye on her.

  When he returned to his tent a short two hours later, he was surprised to see Gideon there, lounging on his bed and peeling an orange.

  "Don't you have a tent of your own?" Hadaen said irritably, kicking away his brother's boots which lay idly in his way.

  "Not nearly as comfortable as yours, I can tell you that. I saw that red-head you were with some time ago. Had no idea she was here."

  "Me either." Hadaen picked up a flask of brandy and sipped on it. The intense liquid warmed his insides. "Said she's the one who'll be training Amelia."

  Gideon grinned. "No shit! I better come take a look from time to time then. You could use the extra hand in case any fights break out there."

  Hadaen glared at his brother. He took everything for a blasted joke.

  "Why exactly are you here?"

  He started pegging the orange, dropping the tiny scraps on a small outspread kerchief. "Hiding. There are some wild women in this village, Hadaen. They want me." Hadaen laughed and watched as his brother fumed. "I'm serious. They've been snooping around my tent, man. And they haven't been too discreet about it."

  He chuckled. "I hear you've been doing some snooping yourself."

  Gideon looked up at that point and plucked a firm peg of fruit in his mouth. "What do you mean?"

  "Don't play dumb. You know what I'm talking about. You and Esyth."

  A red shade crept up into his brother's face. Hadaen’s jaw almost dropped. Did--did Gideon just...blush?

  "What gave you that idea?" Gideon's fingers shook as he finished pegging the rest of the fruit. Hadaen watched attentively. Interesting.


  "Her hair glows green whenever you're near her."

  "So what? Your dick leads the way when Amelia is nearby. What's the big deal?"

  Hadaen threw back his head and laughed hard. "I'll be damned. You like her."

  Gideon shrugged nonchalantly. "She called me a fool. Of course I like her." He threw another peg in his mouth and grinned. "How many women do you know would dare take that chance?"

  None.

  Hadaen shook his head and smiled. The First must be laughing down at them at the moment.

  The days when beautiful loose-tongued women would humble the Marujan brothers. He wondered how his younger brother, Faolan, was faring.

  Possibly chasing after skirts that were far too mature for his age, no doubt.

  Hadaen smiled to himself. "Do you think Faolan's still with Marza?"

  Gideon stared blankly at the fruit as if he was giving Hadaen's words some serious thought. Then he shook his head. "Naaa. She's one of those women, you know? The predictable ones. He probably grew tired of her centuries ago."

  "He's always been taken with women older than his age."

  Gideon laughed. "The man likes experience. Can't say no to that." He them paused mid-chew and screwed up his face. "Damn. We're here chatting about our brother's sex life. It's kinda creepy. What are we, old men with dried up balls?"

  Hadaen chuckled. "I better get a wash and go find Amelia." The orange hues of sunset reflected inside the tent. He could feel his brother's eyes on him as he walked to the flap. "What?"

  "You're getting all 'smiley' since lately. You should quit it. It's annoying me, man. I've gotten too used to you being an asshole."

  Hadaen stared at Gideon a moment and then doubled over laughing. He then straightened his clothes and blanked his expression.

  "Make no mistake about it; I'm still the asshole you've known all your life. Be here when I get back, and I'll kick your ass." And he left the tent.

  Gideon leaned back against the pillows and grinned.

  * * *

  She knew the moment he entered her tent. His raw maleness invading her space, sending a dose of lemon fragrance towards her. He'd just taken a bath. Hadaen moved closer, his approach silent as the mouth-watering scent of roasted pork and loaf suddenly filled the air.