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Completely black, the room felt more like a tomb than a study. Isa cautiously eased her way toward the desk when a light snapped on, blinding her. She froze in fear of discovery, and cursed Catam and his entire lineage to blazes when she saw him near a desk lamp.
"It's okay. I made sure both doors are locked. I'll hear anyone that comes near enough to either door to discover us," he tried to rea.s.sure her.
She clenched her jaw and managed to hit him in the stomach only once. "Next time, warn me first."
He choked and rubbed his belly, giving her a hard glare for her efforts.
Oddly enough, his soured mood restored hers enough to smirk. "Right then. I'll look through his desk to see if I can find anything. You check the rest of the room."
They began searching the study, looking for anything to link Daarna or Arnath to the statesman's murder. Isa didn't believe either suspect stupid enough to leave the evidence in plain sight, much as she might hope otherwise.
"My brother left me a file on this case," Catam said quietly as he searched. "The information I have on Daarna looks quite d.a.m.ning, especially when paired with what you told me."
Isa stopped and stared at him. "So you do believe me?"
"I wouldn't be in here otherwise."
Warmth unfurled within her. Finally, someone actually believed in her innocence! Even her own family hadn't trusted her enough to let her hide with them on Aran.
"What exactly led you to believe I didn't do it?" She wanted to know what Catam saw that her own flesh and blood missed.
He stopped searching the statesman's bookshelves and stared at her with an intensity that made her uncomfortable. "There's just something about you, Isa, that makes me believe in you."
A moment of silence descended on the study, and the two stared at each another with puzzled fascination.
"Thank you." She bit her lower lip, wanting to say more.
Catam's eyes blazed and focused on her lips. Before she could say anything, his expression froze, his eyes turning from sensuous to wary. "Someone's coming. Move, quickly."
He doused the lights and dragged her to the opposite door from which they'd entered. She didn't hear anyone but trusted his instincts. After turning through several corridors to dodge random servants, they entered into a dimly lit hallway.
He dragged her to a halt and ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "Do you know where we are?"
She nodded. "This should be the guest wing, according to Harron's iffy map. I didn't get a chance to see it in detail before, because I was running for my life from the thrells. Speaking of which," she murmured uneasily and looked around her.
"They're not here. Obviously Daarna wasn't expecting us tonight." His teeth gleamed in the shadows.
"Funny. Why don't we--"
He clapped a hand over her mouth and shoved her inside a nearby door that was, thankfully, unlocked. Then he dragged her to a large closet and threw them both inside, cracking the door almost to a close before the door to the bedroom opened.
"What the h.e.l.l is taking her so long?" Arnath muttered to himself as he turned on a lamp and began undressing.
"It's Arnath," Isa whispered.
"I know. Shush."
Isa glared at the breath brus.h.i.+ng her cheek. The closet, though narrow, held enough s.p.a.ce for the two of them to comfortably stand one behind the other. Isa stood in front of Catam, able to peer through the narrow crack between the door and frame. She could feel him pressing against her back as he tried to peer over her head into the room.
"Why do you think he's still up?" she whispered again, ignoring Catam's order to be quiet.
"I have a bad feeling we're soon going to find out."
Sure enough, Daarna Klin entered the room and locked the door behind her. Arnath removed the last article of his clothing and stood completely nude. Much as Isa hated to admit it, he made an impressive vision of lean muscle with a full, heavy arousal.
"Oh no," Isa groaned. "Not again."
"What?" Catam whispered.
"The last time I was here I had to wait hours until these two finished coupling. What is it with my timing?"
She felt his body shake with laughter. She didn't see anything the least bit humorous about being trapped in the closet. In fact, the more she thought about it, the more she realized how foolish she had been to enter Klin's home in the first place. She should never have trusted Harron to begin with.
Catam interrupted her self-castigation, jolting her body to awareness. He nuzzled her neck and nipped her ear, sending a s.h.i.+ver of heat straight to her loins.
"Do you like Arnath's c.o.c.k?" he murmured in a s.e.xy rumble, shocking her with his question.
"What?"
"Look at him, Isa. And look at Daarna."
Daarna slowly disrobed and stood facing Arnath, her hands circling her lush b.r.e.a.s.t.s.
"We have all night, love," Daarna teased Arnath and placed one hand over her mound, sliding her fingers through her dark brown curls. He groaned his approval and began stroking himself, urging her to continue.
Isa's breath caught. Before, watching Daarna and Arnath play hadn't been the least arousing. But now, with Catam breathing down her neck, his warmth flush against her, every action Daarna and Arnath shared seemed like foreplay between her and Catam.
"Watch how she touches herself." Catam licked her neck. "See how Arnath's c.o.c.k swells? That's what you do to me, sweet."
She could feel evidence of Catam's arousal thrusting against her hip.
"Catam?" she whispered. Much as it should have disgusted her, she couldn't help feeling turned on by Arnath and Daarna's s.e.xuality, especially since it sparked Catam's arousal.
"Shh. Just watch. And feel," he ordered.
Arnath let go of his thick c.o.c.k to caress Daarna's b.r.e.a.s.t.s. He grew rougher in his handling and Daarna cried out, begging for more. He answered by suddenly lifting her in his arms and striding to the bed. He dropped her there and spread her legs wide.
Isa's breath raced at the erotic image, coupled with Catam's roaming hands. With nimble fingers he eased her s.h.i.+rt free from her trousers, and within moments covered one breast in his callused palm.
She bit her lip and arched into his hand, silently begging his fingers to tug on the nipple that tightened with need. Instead he teased her, letting the full weight of her globe rest in his palm.
In the room, Arnath buried his face in Daarna's p.u.s.s.y, causing the woman to cry out her delight. Arnath lifted his head to shush her, and Isa felt Catam's smile against her neck.
"You women are so loud," he teased before unfastening her trousers. "Try to keep quiet while I get a better feel for your needs."
She heard him chuckle but felt some small satisfaction when he found her wet and needy, for he groaned. He began stroking her c.l.i.t, his fingers no longer teasing but hard and pressing with intent.
"Catam, it's too much," she forced herself to whisper and again bit her lip to keep from crying out loud.
"No sweet," he rasped and removed his hand, only to free his c.o.c.k from its confines. His other hand left her breast and then he was positioning her, bracing her hands against the doorframe. "It's not enough."
Chapter Eight.
Catam clenched his jaw and called on his last reserve of patience. He wanted nothing more than to ram his c.o.c.k into Isa's wet little sheath. Instead he slowly filled her, pressing deeper and deeper until he could go no further.
In this position he could clearly see Arnath eating Daarna's p.u.s.s.y like a last meal, and the image further aroused him. He all too easily imagined licking Isa's sweet cream with as much enthusiasm.
Isa gasped at their contact and he tugged her hips against his, flexing within her.
"Yes," he hissed when she unconsciously pressed harder against him, taking him in even further. Her tight, hot p.u.s.s.y tensed around him and he fought the urge to come right then. "Isa, sweet, I want to f.u.c.k you so hard," he admitted in a groan and began moving.
He slowly withdrew, the friction incredibly erotic, before plunging hard and fast. He could see her hands gripping the doorframe in the darkness and he in turn clutched her hips, controlling her movements.
She fought to grind against him, but he would not allow it. He needed to make his claim, to mark her as irrevocably as she had marked him.
Pants and groans from the bedroom filled the silence and Catam felt safe allowing Isa's small moans, m.u.f.fled by the door and Daarna's loud responses.
"More, Arnath! I need your c.o.c.k, now!"
Isa seemed to echo the cry by lifting her hips to take Catam deeper. Her p.u.s.s.y clenched around his c.o.c.k, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer.
"I'm going to give it to you, Isa. No more waiting," he whispered and licked at her ear. She s.h.i.+vered and his satisfaction rose another notch. Flor, but she responded so openly to his every touch.
One of his hands released her hip and sought her hard nub burning for release. He rolled her c.l.i.t, pinched the sodden flesh between his thumb and forefinger, wis.h.i.+ng he could lick her without breaking stride.
He continued to f.u.c.k her, Daarna's cries and Arnath's grunts spurring him on. He saw Arnath mount Daarna, his politician-white a.s.s humping while he f.u.c.ked Klin's widow. Then Catam closed his eyes and saw no more, fully enthralled with Isa's delectable body.
Her p.u.s.s.y gripped his c.o.c.k and she strained against his fingers, desperate to come. Her arousal pushed his own, until he could feel his b.a.l.l.s draw up, hardening to the point of pain. He was so close to release....
Daarna screamed, shattering the sounds of pleasure around them. Arnath soon followed, his scream shrill and surprisingly effeminate.
Catam noted this while continuing to pump, determined to distract his pleasure until he'd seen to Isa's. He didn't have long to wait.
He pinched her c.l.i.t harder, the pressure pus.h.i.+ng her past her limits. She stiffened and let out a gasp as her body tensed.
She clenched around him like a vise and he thrust faster, deeper. "f.u.c.k," he gasped, unable to stop himself. "I'm coming, sweet. Oh yes." His breath left him as he shot hard, drenching her womb.
They remained locked like that for a moment, oblivious to Daarna and Arnath, to the world around them.
Catam basked in wainu, and more, he basked in Isa's very presence. Her scent, the sweet, untamed spice of s.e.x and wildness, wrapped around him in a mantle of affection. He felt closer to her at this moment than ever before, and he struggled through the wearying contentment of wainu to understand why.
The danger of exposure, the risk of mating with a woman who could bring him to bliss so easily, the life-threatening circ.u.mstances surrounding their relations.h.i.+p, perhaps those factors enhanced the bonds between them rather than a true and honest affection.
Yet, he couldn't quite let go of the fact that he wanted her again, now. He wanted her spread before him. He wanted to lick her sweet p.u.s.s.y, to taste her spice and his mixed together. Even now the scent of their lovemaking overwhelmed him, and his softening c.o.c.k stirred again.
"Oh, Catam," she murmured throatily. "You feel so good inside me."
Her words made him hard as stone and he breathed deeply, aware that Isa needed time to recover from the explosive o.r.g.a.s.m he'd given her.
"You're still hard." She chuckled softly and tilted her hips, then pushed back against him.
Catam bit back a curse and stilled her movements, his hands fastened to her hips.
"Don't move, Isa, or I'll f.u.c.k you so hard you won't be able to sit for a week."
"I doubt I'll be able to sit now," she complained, her voice throaty. "I'm completely satisfied."
Her words frustrated him, but Catam reminded himself his kind were unlike others. He withdrew from her body, still achingly hard. He didn't know why he felt such disappointment that Isa didn't want him right now. h.e.l.l, he shouldn't want her again so soon either, despite his Xema heritage. But she did something to him.
"What are you doing?" he asked when she suddenly turned around to face him.
"Brace your hands on the doorframe and be very, very quiet."
He tensed, confused and half-hoping she might actually want him again now.
"Relax, Catam," she teased, her voice sounding from the vantage of his naval, and moving steadily lower. "Watch Daarna and Arnath. Who knows? Maybe you'll learn a thing or two."
"Witch," he growled, and groaned when her mouth closed over him.
The feel of her lips around his c.o.c.k felt like pure, unadulterated bliss. She tasted him with her tongue, and he knew she tasted herself as well. Up and down her tongue stroked, her lips suctioned to his shaft. She slid her mouth around him, testing his girth as it continued to grow.
By Flor's heart, he was near to bursting.
As if she could sense his desire, she paused and whispered, "Tell me what they're doing."
It took Catam a moment to recall that he and Isa were not alone, so far under her spell was he. He blinked and fisted one hand in Isa's silken hair, needing the contact to keep him focused. The urge to thrust deep, to feel her throat on the head of his p.r.i.c.k, consumed him.
"They're cleaning each other," he began, his voice harsh with desire. "He's taking a rag over her p.u.s.s.y, thrusting it deep to clean out his seed."
Catam gasped and closed his eyes for strength when she sucked incredibly hard. Far from painful, it aroused him almost beyond measure.
"Continue," Isa ordered, enjoyment clearly on her mind as she licked his pulsing shaft.
"She," Catam swallowed when her tongue grazed his sack. "She's saying something I can't understand." With effort, he watched the naked couple chattering to themselves. Isa engulfed him again, sucking him deep.
He couldn't help himself. He tightened his hold on her hair and thrust further into her mouth.
She clenched his hips and forced him out, then drew him back inside her mouth, pulling his b.u.t.tocks until the head of his shaft brushed her throat.
He cursed softly in four languages, determined to last.
"What are they doing now?" she asked around his c.o.c.k.