Supernatural. Part 50

Chapter 15.

Bram held Ghleanna's hips, pulling her in tighter, gripping her hard with his hands while she gripped him hard with her p.u.s.s.y.

Sweating and gasping, the pair rolled, Bram on top once again.

He dragged his tongue along the new scar Ghleanna had where the sword had torn through scale and flesh and bone.

Ghleanna's legs wrapped around his hips, her head thrown back and Bram buried himself inside her body again and again.

She groaned, loud and long, her body shaking beneath his as she came hard, his name a whisper on her lips.

Bram, grateful she'd climaxed because he was unsure he could hold on much longer, held Ghleanna against him as he came hard inside her.

Blindly, he lifted his head from her neck and sought her mouth, found it. They kissed, their tongues sliding, teasing, tasting-enjoying. And they'd been enjoying each other for hours.

Too bad nothing wonderful could last forever.

The bedroom door flew open.

"Are you two still at it?" the Empress snarled. "My empire is falling apart and you two are swallowing each other's tongues-and other body parts?"

Bram pulled out of the kiss and asked, "Is there a problem, Empress?"

"You d.a.m.n well know there's a problem. She"-and the Empress pointed right at Ghleanna-"has turned my soldiers against me. Her death is mine for the betrayal."

Bram kindly suggested, "It seems a foolhardy move since she is the only one who currently has control of your soldiers, my Lady."

"I should have killed her when I had the chance."

"But it's too late for that now. We have to deal with what we have. Here. At this moment."

Pointing at the door, the Empress ordered, "Get out, peacemaker."

"Empress, I don't think it's-"

"Pull your c.o.c.k out of her c.u.n.t and get out."

Ghleanna pressed her hand against Bram's chest. "It's all right."

He gazed at her a moment. "You sure?"

"Positive. Besides, you need to finish that truce."

He did need to finish it. The quicker the better.

Once Bram was gone, Ghleanna sat up. She didn't get dressed, didn't wipe the sweat from her body or Bram's seed from her p.u.s.s.y.

Instead, she smiled and said, "My Lady."

"You've turned my soldiers against me."

"Hardly. They just want what's fair."

"I decide what's fair."

"Every strong monarch I've known has understood that their soldiers are their life's blood. Deny that at your peril."

"What do you want, Land Dweller?"

"What your soldiers want. Representation for them in your Senate-and for your Senate to have some actual power in your empire."

"I am the one who rules here. As my father did before me."

"Isn't he dead now?" Ghleanna asked. "By poison, I think."

Cold blue-green eyes locked on Ghleanna. "That's never been proven."

Ghleanna chuckled. "Of course. But imagine how loyal your soldiers will be to you if you do this? Who would dare risk their wrath by angering you, knowing you have several legions at your back? And, of course, I can help you with this."

The royal smirked. "And what will that cost me, I wonder?"

"Not much, my Lady," Ghleanna told her. "Not much at all."

Chapter 16.

The gold collar was removed from Ghleanna's throat and Bram watched her s.h.i.+ft back to her natural form. She shook out her hair and wings and unleashed a nice bout of flame at the cave ceiling-something else that had been denied her by Helena's yoke.

"Good G.o.ds," Helena muttered to the sorceress who had placed and then removed the collar from Ghleanna. "Even her b.l.o.o.d.y scales have scars."

"Beautiful, isn't she?" Bram asked with a smile.

"Land Dweller," she sneered.

Ghleanna put on armor given to her by the soldiers. It was quite . . . elaborate and spoke of how they felt about her.

Her battle axes were tied to her back and her sword to her side.

"Excellent," Helena said, prodding. She couldn't wait to see the back of them. "So you're off."

"We are." Bram faced the Empress. "Thank you for everything, my Lady."

"You're very welcome, Bram the Merciful. Good and safe travels to you." She looked over at Ghleanna. "And to you, Captain."

"Thank you, my Lady."

She didn't mention the truce because she didn't have to. She knew Bram would keep his end of the bargain. It was a tragic flaw in his nature.

The Empress motioned her entourage to leave and Kleitos took the opportunity to slither over to Bram.

"Good-bye, old friend."

"Shut up."

The Fin sneered and turned to Ghleanna. "And good-bye to you, Captain."

She gazed at the Fin. "And to you, Chancellor Kleitos."

Bram turned, thinking they were done with all the formalities when he saw a flash of steel. He spun back around as Ghleanna's sword rammed into Kleitos's gut.

"Ghleanna!"

G.o.ds, what had she done? What had she done?

Ghleanna twisted her sword, and Kleitos dropped to his knees. She pressed her back claw to his chest and shoved him off her blade. The Fin dropped to the ground, his insides pouring out from the hole Ghleanna had made.

Yet Bram began to notice something-no one did anything. Nothing. Not to him, not to Ghleanna. There was no shock, no confusion, no outrage.

Ghleanna wiped off her blade and put it back into its sheath. She walked to the Empress, and stopped, briefly bowing her head. "Empress."

"Captain."

Completely confused, Bram followed Ghleanna to the tunnel they'd take back to the surface. "Ghleanna?"

She stopped, faced him. "Did you really think I'd let Kleitos live? After what he did to you?" She raised a brow. "Really?"

"I told you that Kleitos was not to be touched. You said you understood."

"And I did. I understood that you wanted me to leave Kleitos be. I never said I would. Never agreed to that."

"G.o.ds," he sighed in awe, "my father will adore you."

Catching his tail with hers, Ghleanna tugged. "Come, peacemaker. My kin awaits."

Chapter 17.

Bram landed on the ledge and waited for Ghleanna. She landed beside him.

"So Helena agreed?" he asked.

"She hated Kleitos and so did most of her army. Plus he firmly represented her father's reign. Getting rid of him was a favor she was more than happy to allow."

"And?"

"And?"

"You don't like Helena, Captain. You'd do her no favors unless it was in your best interest."

She shrugged. "Well, I wanted Kleitos dead and . . ."

"And you still have the loyalty of her army, in case she ever tries to cross us. And you'll most likely have that loyalty for a very long time after the rights you've won them."

"Perhaps."

Bram grinned. "And if you'd been completely wrong? Miscalculated even the tiniest bit?"

"I'd have let you fix it." She nuzzled his snout with her own. "Now let's get out of here."

Good plan. He was done with the memories of this place. He'd faced it again, and had conquered it-again. But there'd be no nightmares this time.

"Come. This way."

Another mile to the surface they went, cutting tree roots that were in their way until they reached the mouth of the cavern. It was brilliantly hidden behind a close-by hill and together they maneuvered around it and headed toward the ocean.

But suddenly Ghleanna stopped.

Lifting her face, she gazed up, past the trees of the surrounding forest, at the two suns. "I didn't realize how much I would miss them until they were gone from my sight for so long."

"I don't know how the Fins do it," he admitted. "Living under there without the suns. The moon. It's not like our caves, is it? Where fresh air and freedom are just a short walk or flight away. And the short time we were down there, I began to feel . . ."

"I know. Me, too."

Ghleanna caught Bram's claw and tugged, her eagerness clear. "Let's go. My kin wait for me on the beach."

They walked until they reached the edge of the forest, but Bram stopped and gazed out. "How long do you think they've been standing there like that?"