Amy's Advantage (32 page)

Another sharp gasp caught in the air as she pulled her
fingers out, slick with her juices, and smacked her clit with them. The wet,
slapping sound nearly undid him as well as the sight of her dark-pink sex
swollen with arousal and jiggling with each intimate blow.

Without warning her, Kayn placed the head of his cock at her
entrance and pushed inside of her fully with one hard thrust. Her fingers
pressed against the bottom of his cock as he slid in, increasing the sensation
and making stars spark in his peripheral vision. When he was fully lodged
inside of her, he realized she had quit moving.

“Go on,” he said. “I want you to make yourself come while
I’m inside of you.”

“Give me a minute to breathe,” she hissed. “You should warn
me before you do something like that.”

“Where would the fun be in that?”

He was about to add another comment when he felt her fingers
begin to move again. Paired with the subtle contractions of her inner walls,
attesting to just how close to coming she was, he decided more talking was a
waste of time. Staying deeply implanted inside of her, he squeezed her ass and
just rocked against her, letting his balls slap against her fingers as they stroked
her clit.

Suddenly Shyrana became rigid as her climax hit, her cunt
rhythmically constricting around his shaft. Her low, keening moan washed over
him as her inner walls massaged his cock, making him harder and more sensitive.
Gripping her hips, he held himself still as her body shuddered through her
orgasm, tempting him to fall over the precipice himself.

Regardless of his ulterior motives tonight, he loved
watching Shyrana climax. Loved the way she bit her bottom lip as she was
nearing the peak, holding back her moans until the final moment. Remembered
every moment of every time he’d been inside her. Would never forget her taste,
the feel of her skin, as long as he lived.

Shit.
He needed to stay focused if this was going to
work.

Shy was starting to relax now that the edge was off her
need. She was slumped on the bed and the only reason he hadn’t slid out of her
was because he was still holding her ass against him. He pinched her bottom to
get her attention.

“What?” she said.

“We’re not finished.”

“Ha. Too bad for you if you can’t keep up.” She pushed up on
her hands as he pulled back, but he thrust back into her up to his balls. His
weight carried him forward and almost knocked her off balance, but she pushed
back and remained on her hands and knees in from of him.

“Doggy style is fine with me.” He emphasized his words with
heavy, hard thrusts.

Shy reached up with one hand to brace against the headboard
as he increased the tempo. “You really know how to—
shit
,” she hissed as
he slammed into her again, “charm a woman, Kayn.”

He smacked her left hip with the flat of his hand. “Not in
the mood to talk, Shy.”

She grumbled about him taking too long to come, but her
comments were cut short when he reached under her hip and pressed her clit.
Immediately her inner walls rippled around his shaft and she cursed softly. He
pushed her forward slightly so he could rub against the front wall of her
vagina.

Moving both his hands to cradle her hips, he pulled back
until his cock was halfway out and the head was pressing against her sweet
spot. He checked his placement with several short sharp thrusts and knew he had
it right when Shy’s cunt gripped his cock and the muscles in her ass tightened.

He leaned back just enough to get a better view of her cunt
swallowing his cock. He kept up the shallow thrusts, massaging her sweet spot
and watching his cock work in and out of her tight opening. Seeing her flesh
take him in, having her body grip him and coat him in liquid ecstasy, quickly
had him rushing toward his climax.

Because she’d already come once, Shy’s need wasn’t driving
all her thoughts. He pressed sharply against her mind, giving it a quick stab.
She was blocked and he learned nothing new, but that wasn’t the point tonight.
He knew she’d instinctively press back. She always did. He wasn’t disappointed.
He parried her quest into his mind away from all thoughts except the
immediately carnal ones and one brief “worry”, which he covered as soon as he
felt her touch against it.

She pushed a little harder at that point, but he rebuffed
her. He felt her pull back, but her thoughts still hovered around that one
area, waiting for a better opportunity, as he’d hoped she would.

Focusing on her ass, he used his thumbs to separate her
cheeks. He circled her anus with the tip of one thumb before pressing on it
gently. Her entire body tightened and her pussy contracted firmly around his
cock. He closed his eyes on a soft hiss. He hadn’t found a single thing on this
world or others that felt as goddamn amazing as her cunt squeezing around him.

He took a deep breath and opened his eyes. Her ebony hair
splayed across her shoulders as a fall of silken water the color of deepest
shadow. She’d been wearing a dark sweater that had fallen forward halfway up
her back, leaving only the soft pale skin of her lower back and ass revealed.

“Touch yourself again,” he said as he pulled back to thrust
in again. “It’s crazy hot to fuck you while you’re fucking yourself at the same
time.”

She tensed momentarily before folding one arm on the bed to
rest her head on and moving the other, which was pressed against the headboard
back in place over her clit.

Slowly, he pushed back in and eased his thumb farther into
her ass at the same time. The next time he slid his cock out, she spread two
fingers around his shaft and then pressed them toward each other to add extra
friction as he slid back into her. He could feel her thumb moving against her
swollen nub.

From previous discussions, he knew she’d never been fucked
in her ass before, but was curious about it. Twice before she’d allowed him to
partially insert his little finger up her ass while they’d been in the heat of
some frenzied fucking, but she’d never let him go beyond that. Yet.

Lust fired through his blood at the thought of fucking her
ass. Imagining his cock sinking into that little asshole, he worked his thumb
into her ass as far as it would go and the mental picture of ass-fucking this
woman had him instantly there.

Lightning gathered at the base of his spine to split and
bolt up his back and down through his cock. He thrust in deep, once, twice. The
third time he ground up against her clit, she stretched her fingers to stroke
the underside of his balls as her cunt milked his shaft. As his climax roared
through him, it was all he could do to keep the one piece of information, and
only
that one piece, just in reach for Shy to grasp.

Running the recent pieces of information from his soldiers
through his mind, Jordyn didn’t see Kirry until he’d entered the kitchen. He
had a sneaking suspicion she was waiting to ambush him, since she had seated
herself at a corner of the table hidden from the windows facing the backyard.

“You’re up late,” he said, rehanging his coat on the hook
he’d taken it from earlier.

Kirry set the book she’d been reading on the table next to a
cup of tea she’d fixed, removed the purple plastic reading glasses from her
nose, folded the earpieces down and placed them on the table next to the book.
“I was waiting up for you.”

Jordyn sighed and pulled out a chair next to her to sit
down. A great fan of happily-ever-afters, Kirry went through romance novels the
way Cirryc went through video games. He eyed her latest and arched his brows. “
Mr.
Perfect
? Raising the bar a little high for us mere mortals, aren’t you?”

Her dark eyes sparkled. “I don’t know about that. My Crisdyn
always rose to the occasion.”

Jordyn rubbed his hand down his face and ignored the double
entendre. “You always had a blind spot when it came to Uncle C.”

His great-aunt smiled at him. “I prefer to think that
because he was my mate, instead of a blind spot, I saw him more clearly than
anyone.”

“You have a talent of making it impossible to argue with
you.”

Her pert nod set the curls she’d dyed a light brown sometime
yesterday bobbing around her face. “Good to know, because we have something to
discuss and I’d love it if you didn’t argue.”

There were few people Jordyn was willing to sit through a
lecture for, but Kirry was one of them. He liked to think it was out of respect
for her age and the care she’d shown him after his parents died, but he knew
there was more to it. No matter how many times he’d tried to run from her love
when he was younger—out of pride, fear, anger or whatever the angst du jour of
his teenage years happened to be—she just simply refused to let him out of her
heart.

He got as comfortable as possible in the heavy oak chair and
lifted his hands in surrender. “I’m eating well, sleeping well and our mission
is nearly complete. What has you concerned?”

For the first time that he could remember, his great-aunt
looked nervous about talking to him. That made him nervous. He sat up
straighter in his chair. “What is it?” he asked. “Are you okay? Are you feeling
well?”

She shooed his concern away. “I’m fine. This isn’t about
me.”

“That’s good,” he said and then frowned. “I think.”

Kirry lifted her chin and got a look in her eyes that he
recognized as the one he used to pin a subordinate in place for a
dressing-down. “What are your intentions with Amy?”

Completely blindsided, all he could do was stare at her.

“Well?” she asked when he failed to respond.

“What?” he asked.

The look she gave him made it apparent that she thought he
was purposefully pretending to be dim. “How is that question confusing?”

Leaning toward her, he rested his elbows on his knees,
loosely lacing his fingers together. “The question isn’t confusing but why
would you ask it? Amy and Chloe are part of this mission and they’ve both been
returned to their home. My only intention was to find them and get them to
Ilyria. I have no further intentions.”

“Why not?”

Jordyn glanced down the hall to make sure no one was around
to overhear this conversation before shifting back in his chair and folding his
arms across his chest. “She’s a Mystic. She belongs with a Royal. All Mystics
are to be mated with a ranking member of one of the Five Houses.” There. A
flat, inarguable statement. Discussion done.

“That law has many exceptions. And it only becomes law if
the Mystic has been matched by her first birthday and even then, she can’t be
forced into the Mating Rite. Amy is not matched to any House.”

“Yet. She’s nearly a full-blooded Mystic and there are many
unmatched Royals in Ilyria. She’ll find her rightful place.” Satisfied that
there could be no more to add to this discussion, he put his hands on his
knees, pushing up to stand.

His aunt scowled up at him. “Her place is with you. You love
her and it’s obvious to anyone with eyes that the woman adores you.”

It had been a long time since Jordyn had felt the wind
knocked out of him and he hadn’t liked it then and he sure as hell didn’t like
the feeling now. He broke eye contact with his aunt and stepped away from the
table. “I’m not going to discuss this.”

With an impatient toss of her head, she stood to glare at
him. “Then you can listen.”

For several tense seconds, neither spoke nor moved. Jordyn’s
teeth ground together, but he didn’t release a single curse. All the discipline
he’d cultivated over the years came into use in all types of situations.

Stepping closer to him, Kirry let out a breath and rested a
hand on his arm. “Please.”

He stifled a sigh and reminded himself how much he cared for
his great aunt. “I love you, but this isn’t what you think it is or what you
think it could be.”

“Then tell me I’m wrong. Look me in the eyes and tell me
that. You’ve never lied to me. Even when you were young, no matter what it was
you had to tell me or how much trouble you might be in, you never lied to me.
Tell me right here, right now, that you don’t love Amy and I will never say
another word to you about it.”

He rolled his shoulders back and shook his head. “It’s
complicated.”

Kirry sighed. “It doesn’t matter if it’s complicated or
not.” Worry coupled with tenderness filled her gaze as she reached up and
placed a hand on his cheek. “It’s been years since the Sleht attack that killed
Scythra and your little Jirya. It was a terrible time for everyone in our
village. You’ve refused to speak about it and I’ve allowed you your grief. I
know the sorrow of losing a child and a mate—”

Fierce, hot rage flashed through Jordyn and he jerked away.
“Scythra was
not
my mate.”

Unabashed by his anger, she stepped forward and gently
rested her hands on his arms. “But she had your heart, if only at the
beginning, and Jirya was your daughter. What happened was a tragedy, but it
shouldn’t keep you from ever loving again.”

“You’re one to talk considering you’ve never even looked at
another man after Uncle C died.”

“That is a different story entirely and you know it. I’ve
already had a full life of love with my true mate.” A wistful, sweet smile
ghosted across her lips as her gaze focused on a memory beyond Jordyn’s reach.
“Crisdyn was the love of my life from the day I met him at my seventeenth Last
Night’s Festival until whatever forevers are still mine to come.”

Her eyes refocused on his and her smile warmed. “That’s what
he used to say to me every night when he’d kiss me right before we drifted off
to sleep. ‘I loved you yesterday, and yet more today and for all my forevers.’
Even now, his voice is the last thing I hear before I fall asleep.”

Jordyn sighed. Though his stays with his great aunt and
uncle had been sporadic and brief, his uncle had been a hard man on the
outside, and since he’d been a defiant teenager, they’d constantly locked
horns. “That’s not the man I remember.”