Page 5 of Claiming Sarah

Pleasure built in my core, before it rushed out of my mouth in a gasping shout. “Oh my god. Don’t stop!”

He didn’t. He devoured me and every drop of sweetness there, like my body gave him life. His tongue stroked my depths, making me dig my heels into his back. He didn’t seem to notice, growling for more. When my orgasm hit, I was unable to control myself and screamed as my body convulsed with waves of pleasure. When it was over, he licked up my body, biting and sucking in various places as Ladrians tended to do, until finally, he was on top of me.

Our height difference meant he leaned onto his hands over my shoulders and arched his back to push into me. But before he did, Deacon glanced down at me and met my gaze, his own eyes dark and filled with lust as he said, “Consort, I need—”

“Oh my god, Deacon, fuck me already!” I demanded impatiently.

Without another word, he thrust into my throbbing pussy. I clawed at his chest and abdomen as I arched my back and screamed again. His very large cock had entered me by only a couple of inches—he was so careful with me, since humans weren’t equipped to take the length of his shaft easily—but I had forgotten just how much of a stretch it was.

I gripped his shoulders and panted for breath.

Deacon paused. “Are you okay—”

“Don’t stop,” I moaned, needing this, and him, more than ever.

Only then did he seemed to get comfortable. Still careful not to split me in two with his size, every thrust was wilder than the one before. I licked up his chest to his throat, as he groaned.

More, all I want is more!I wrapped my legs around the back of his thighs and gripped his ass in my hands, trying to take him deeper. He worked my body with his, fighting to keep me from pulling him in too far. Grabbing my wrists, he held them onto the bed, taking control as he fucked me as I came all over his cock, long and hard.

I was rabid, biting at him, jerking uncontrollably, until finally, he came, too, with a hoarse shout and a shudder of his big body above mine.

CHAPTER 2

Jacaranda

Facing off with Volatile Bateen was not something I wanted to do, but there was no other choice in order to get the information I needed from him about any of his potential offspring, other than Sarah, being a conduit between the living and the dead.

He was taller than me—though I was used to that at my height—and more heavily muscled. His tan skin had a blue sheen, not unlike how his own daughter, Sarah, had looked when she mogged into a Ladrian. But unlike her, his eyes were honey-colored, almost matching his skin, and his hair was gray. He had a reputation as a fighter, and I was not in the mood for a violent confrontation. Thankfully, his smile and his casual wardrobe indicated he didn’t want to brawl, either.

“Jacaranda Cozz, I must say I was surprised to receive your message to visit,” he said, and although his tone was congenial,his tense posture gave away his distrust. “Would you take refreshment?”

He gestured to his maid who delivered a tray topped with a variety of foods and beverages. I surreptitiously eyed the offerings. None of the items were grapes, which were used to detect if someone meant to do harm to another.Strange. I couldn’t pass a royal offer of refreshment—to do so would be considered rude to the elder royal. But I didn’t want to be poisoned, either.

So, I took the neneed and sipped it.

Neneed was always served as a shot and had a distinct taste and texture, all of which made poisoning neneed difficult. Either he would have had to spring for a pricy poison, or it wasn’t poisoned at all. I didn’t think a grunt like me would be worth the price of the good stuff. The familiar burn was accompanied by the typical taste of the sweet alcohol. Since I hadn’t dropped dead, I assumed it was not poisoned—good poisons worked fast.

“I’ve not had a quality neneed in a while,” I said, acknowledging the tasty drink. “I thank you for that, Volatile. Might we speak in private?” There were too many of his servants around for my peace of mind.

“You do not want a tour of my island?” he asked. “Most visitors find it entertaining.”

I noticed he tried hard to sound at ease. Too hard.

What’s got him so nervous? If I admit something that makes me anxious, perhaps he will relax.

I smiled and sighed. “If I can be honest with you, I’m not a big fan of artificial islands like this. It’s a childhood thing, I think. I always had a fear of them sinking beneath the waves with no warning.”

He chuckled. “You know that doesn’t happen to artificial islands, yes?”

“Years ago, an old girlfriend of mine tried to convince me to take a vacation on one of these artificial islands. She assured me they don’t sink. But childhood fears run deep and since I can’t swim, that relationship ended fast. But I prefer solid ground or a solid ship under my feet. Always have.”

“I see.” He nodded, still eyeing my crew who loitered nearby. “Will your compatriots be joining us for our meeting?”

“I prefer we speak alone, if I may be so bold.”

There was worry in his eyes again. He took in a breath and exhaled it out his nose, while he thought. “Very well. Follow me to my office.”

When we had landed on his island, I noted how similar it was to Halla. Full of greenery, every kind of flower and vine in all directions. I had expected the island of a royal to be one massive palace, but Volatile’s home was only a large house, like the mansions on Earth. The floors were smoothed pale gray stones, as were the walls, save for wherever the enormous windows cut through. Glass ceilings let in all the light of Orhon’s two suns. It was cool inside his home, unlike the patio where we had left my crew. The hall to his office led far from the entryway. I liked his home—large, yes, but simple. Nothing like the royal palace where his brother, Justice Bateen, resided.

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