Heroes At Heart: Captive Heroes Part 5

"Piper is many days away. Only she was found. I was to search for you and her. I found you first and I am to return you to your sister, Piper. Then I will search for the other one."

Her gut hollowed out in disappointment. d.a.m.n! She wanted to hook up with Piper and find out what in the world was going on here. Fever Swamp water or not, she needed to get away from this Tarzan hunk before she began begging him to f.u.c.k her.

"We should go back and find Kinley. She had a head injury."

He shook his head, looked up at the gray sky and frowned. Unease slithered through her as she followed his gaze.

Okay, so the skies weren't pure blue like they'd been ever since she'd crashed onto this crazy planet. They were light gray, like rain. They would need to find shelter. But where did one find shelter in a jungle?

"You will begin to have more urges soon. Let me know when you can no longer stand them."

Urges? Oh frigging great!

She was already needing to have s.e.x with him. To have him between her legs. Her p.u.s.s.y quivered and moistened. Perspiration dotted her warm forehead.

Oh boy, yes those were definitely urges.

He lowered his gaze back to her and she could swear he knew she was getting all hot and bothered for him again. Thankfully he didn't say anything like, "You can suck on my c.o.c.k once more," or she would have done it.

"I do not know where to look for her. We cannot rest here for too long. They will follow us. Try to recapture us."

"Who were they?" Kayla asked, hoping to keep him in conversation so she could stall.

"Those women belong with the Breeders. We were lucky they were taking us to the Death Valley Boys instead of to Cath. The Boys are the lesser evil."

"The Death Valley Boys? Cath?"

"The Death Valley Boys would have you trained within a moon. You would not want to leave them."

Hmmm, she wasn't going to ask why she wouldn't want to leave them. At least not yet.

"Cath would most likely turn you into her personal s.e.x slave."

Okay, a personal s.e.x slave to a woman didn't sound so bad.

"That is after we were both lobotomized. She is doing that to all talking males. Since she does not know you, she would do the same to you. She is afraid of strangers."

The chick sounded paranoid, but to lobotomize people? Not good. The Death Valley Boys were definitely the better choice.

Kayla wanted to ask him all sorts of questions. Who was he? Where did he live? Who was this Jarod character? Exactly how many days to get to her sister? Why did he limp? And how had he gotten all those s.e.xy scars?

But before she could pose her curious questions, he hauled her to her feet.

"We must go now. Come," he urged and began pulling her along behind him.

Well, she couldn't even consider that a mini-break. She made no protest as her gaze fixated on all those delicious scars las.h.i.+ng his back. Yummy scars she couldn't wait to touch, to lick or bite.

Oh d.a.m.n. She wondered how long she could keep her hands off him.

Taylor pushed her as hard as he figured she could take the pace. Instincts told him they were still being followed and he was in too much of a hurry to cover his tracks properly. The distant gray skies indicated the violent storms would be coming soon and the last place they needed to be was out in the open. They would need secure shelter. It would be a close call if they didn't keep up a good pace.

He also sensed her increasing arousal. Every time he cast a quick glance at her, the heat of need flashed in her eyes. Allowing her to suck him off would only keep her under control for a short while. She would need to be f.u.c.ked to ease her out of her arousal.

He swallowed tightly at the thought. He wanted her bad. He wanted to thrust his fingers into her yellow hair and hold her head still while he kissed her full lips. He craved to see her pale blue eyes flare with pleasure as he sank his c.o.c.k deep inside her p.u.s.s.y. He wanted her impaled on him. Writhing beneath him.

Most of all, though, he needed to squash these intoxicating tremors of need that stormed through him every time he looked at her, touched or smelled her. Allowing her to be recaptured by the Breeders was out of the question. Just thinking of her going to the Death Valley Boys struck terror straight through him.

As he continued to tug her through the dense undergrowth, he cast another glance at her and that dark pounding heat slammed into him again. The erotic way her nipples pebbled against her garment and the enticing way her b.r.e.a.s.t.s looked beneath the sheer fabric of her top had him wanting to f.u.c.k her right there and then. She held much too much power over him. He would have to control his intense need for her. He would have to wait until he could stand the tension no longer.

Then he would take her.

The female named Kinley had come into his camp last night while he slept. Her succulent scent drifted through the layers of his sleep and he had awoken immediately to find her sensual silhouette mere feet away as she rummaged through his food pack. At first he'd a.s.sumed she was an erotic dream, as he'd had many since first seeing her. He'd thought her a vivid fantasy with a well-rounded a.s.s s.h.i.+mmering against the shredded blanket clothing she wore.

As she'd bent over, her back to him and the silvery moon splas.h.i.+ng along her seductive features, his c.o.c.k had swelled too quickly. He would have groaned aloud at the intense arousal slamming along the length of his c.o.c.k and into his b.a.l.l.s and lower belly, but he hadn't dared break the fantasy.

It was only after she'd opened his food bag and stood with some fruit and dried meat clutched in her hands that he realized she was real and not a dream. But by then she had vanished into the dark surroundings.

Quick moving on his part allowed him to follow her in complete silence and now, in the early morning glittering, gray rays of dawn, he found her lying fast asleep on green fern boughs.

His gut clenched. She lay on her side, her hands tucked under her chin. Her face was a picture of peace and she was totally oblivious to his nearness.

She would be punished for her thievery. But he would wait, for presently he did not wish to see the immense fear of him in her eyes. He did not want to see the panic upon her discovery of him.

Right now he wished to watch her and wonder why she'd kept close to him over the past days. Was she lost? Was she wis.h.i.+ng to be captured by him? Did she crave to be bound and gagged and brought to Death Valley and f.u.c.ked by the males? Or perhaps she wanted him to take her?

Blackie crouched on his haunches.

He waited.

Kinley dreamed of the man with black hair and black eyes. Dreamed of how tenderly he would touch her and how pa.s.sionately he would kiss her.

Erotic tremors rippled through her as she imagined how he'd press the heated palms of his big hands over her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. He would rub her nipples softly, gently, until arousal s.h.i.+mmered through her.

"You are too beautiful to be real," he would whisper from somewhere above her. His voice, dark and seductive, would lure her deeper into the world of sleep fantasy.

In this dream, she did not fear him. Here he could not hurt her, but she could imagine his masculine smell-fresh jungle and the crisp, clean rivers he bathed in. He was strong, powerful and dominant. His s.e.xy scent was utterly delicious and awakened all her senses.

As he rubbed her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, his mouth-hot and demanding-smoothed over her lips. The friction sent the heat of awareness through her and her mouth swelled as he kissed her hard.

"You taste as sweet as those berries you took from my food bag last night." He breathed against her face as he lifted his lips from hers.

Berries, yes, they'd been delicious. Red, ripe strawberries. Her favorite. They'd been plump, sweet and so addictive. She hadn't been able to stop eating them.

She'd barely been able to make it back to her fern bed last evening. The one she'd made so she would be hidden by a wall of protective lush greenery. There, after eating more of the berries, she'd fallen fast asleep and slipped into a red-hazed world of carnal pleasure. A world where she'd dreamed he'd tied her wrists and ankles. Where he'd kissed her so pa.s.sionately the heat slamming through her body had almost made her combust.

Kinley smiled as she gazed into his dark eyes. He would never hurt her in this world. Here she was safe. An intoxicating glitter of amus.e.m.e.nt and desire flared in his black eyes as she arched her back and pushed her b.r.e.a.s.t.s harder into his palms. She loved the pressure he used with his hands and her nipples tingled as he brushed them.

Soon her lower abdomen clenched with exquisite need. Wet l.u.s.t drenched the area between her thighs and she shuddered with a sweet, desperate longing to have him covering her body with his. She ached to have him filling her, impaling her so they could become one.

He lay beside her, his magnificent, sun-kissed body turned in such a way to allow his hands to roam her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and for him to bend his head to kiss her.

He looked exquisite sitting so close to her. A man who, in reality, most likely wanted to kill her for stabbing his friend. Yet in this dream he wouldn't kill her. He could only bring her the pleasure she craved.

Her gaze dropped to his breechcloth, or maybe c.o.c.kcloth would be a more appropriate term. He possessed a very pleasing bulge, which strained to be free. Just as she yearned to break free.

"You wish to touch me," he said softly and her gaze snapped back to his amused grin. To those black l.u.s.t-filled eyes that made her insides long for him.

"Reach out, my beautiful female. Reach and take me into your palms as I have taken you." He nodded to where he was brus.h.i.+ng her pert, swollen nipples.

"Do to me as I do to you. Pleasure me," he ordered, his voice becoming strained and hoa.r.s.e.

When she reached out, her fingers trembled. But why when she wanted him so badly?

Tentatively touching the clothed c.o.c.k, she gasped as his erection twitched and strained toward her. He inhaled sharply at her touch and she smiled to herself. Yes he wanted her, just as badly as she wanted him.

The strings at the sides of his bronze waist held him from view. She pulled on one side and the string opened just as easily as the ones that had held her b.r.e.a.s.t.s from his view.

Huh, she didn't remember him lowering her top.

Oh well, this is just a dream anyway.

A hot, scorching dream that had her panting and loving his touch. As she drew his cloth away, his c.o.c.k sprang free like a giant, swollen serpent and she focused on his length.

Kinley swallowed at his enormous width and s.h.i.+vered at the intoxicating, smooth, plum-shaped c.o.c.k head. She exhaled slowly. How would his immense size be able to slide into her?

A red, l.u.s.ty haze swirled through her senses and her hunger for s.e.x grew. Wildfire ignited her body as she cradled his big erection. Smooth, silky power surged against her fingers and he groaned softly. His eyes closed, his body tensed with arousal as she wrapped his swollen c.o.c.k in her fist and squeezed gently, enjoying the heat searing into her palms. She struggled to gather her thoughts as one of his hands left her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and smoothed over her appendicitis scar.

"Keep touching me, wild beauty," he croaked.

She did as he asked. Eagerly, she stroked his silky-smooth steel shaft. She loved the solid length, the heated pole. She wished he would impale her and bring her the fulfillment she craved.

"This scar...it truly arouses me," he said in a strangled voice.

Kinley couldn't help but chuckle.

"You have a scar fetish?" she whispered, enjoying the erotic way his fingers trailed over the raised flesh of her scar. He touched her as he had the last time and it brought out her excitement and need, just as before.

He blinked down at her, puzzlement in his black eyes. It seemed as if he had no idea what she meant. She would have posed that question to him, but his fingers trailed from her scar and tickled over her tummy, then dipped sideways to her waist. She held her breath as his fingers worked the tie of her hair blanket skirt.

The tip of his pink tongue peeked from his mouth and antic.i.p.ation raged in his dark gaze.

"You lie before me like a banquet. A feast for my eyes. A torture to my hot fingers. I wish to quench my heat inside you, but I dare not."

A worry wrinkle creased his forehead and she wanted to beg him to take her and do what they both needed done.

Yet she remained silent and transfixed by his long, steady fingers as they lifted her lower garment away from her hips. Warm air whispered against her mons.

He moaned at the sight of her. A wicked, wild sound that sent shards of erotic heat spiraling through her.

"Beautiful female," he whispered as his gaze remained riveted to the area between her thighs. "I have been antic.i.p.ating seeing you like this again."

Beads of perspiration dotted her forehead. The eagerness for pleasure softened her tension and she spread her legs, allowing him to see more. Lightly, he ran a strong finger up along her inner thigh. His lovely touch claimed her flesh and she found herself tensing, needing, wanting this dream to be real.

Her p.u.s.s.y clenched with antic.i.p.ation of his finger entering her and she moaned in protest when he didn't penetrate. Instead, he trailed his finger lightly over her outer l.a.b.i.a lips. His touch was a gentle whisper, an exquisite promise of things to come. Her heart raced as he found her sensitive c.l.i.t. Softly, tenderly, he explored the intimate bundle of nerves. The pressure snapped wild s.h.i.+vers through her, making her forget to continue stroking his c.o.c.k.

A quick jerk of his hips returned her attention to his needs. She ran her hands along his length, instinctively getting rougher and quicker, the blood straining against his satiny-hard flesh as his pleasure continued to grow.

She could barely concentrate on him as he rubbed her swollen b.r.e.a.s.t.s and at the same time ma.s.saged her c.l.i.t. Energy built deep inside her. A s.e.xual fire she used to enjoy back on Earth erupted, igniting long-dormant memories.

Back on Earth? Something flashed in her brain. Something frightening. For a brief moment she struggled to remember and realized it would only ruin her erotic dream. Yet it was something she should know, but it slipped away into the excitement that once again raged through her.

Tension roared. Antic.i.p.ation soared.

When he finally thrust a finger into her wet p.u.s.s.y, she convulsed and cried out as flames of arousal slammed into her like a storm. He withdrew and came into her p.u.s.s.y again with two fingers. He plunged hard, fast and as rough as she craved. Embracing the convulsions tightening her body, she continued stroking his c.o.c.k.

She jerked her hips, gyrated, closed her eyes and allowed herself to sink into the mindless pleasure he gave as he played her body like a musical instrument. Slurping mingled with her cries as release charged through her with the erotic speed of lightning bolts.

As he finger-f.u.c.ked her, she removed one hand from his c.o.c.k and splayed her fingers over the ma.s.sive expanse of his chest. Feathery curls dusted her fingertips and thick raised welts pressed against her palm.

Moans erupted from him as she stroked his scars. It was as if just touching his chest unleashed the pent-up tension because he groaned and his c.o.c.k jerked several times. Suddenly hot, slick liquid spewed over her b.r.e.a.s.t.s as he came.

As Kinley's release ebbed, he withdrew from her p.u.s.s.y and delicately sucked his fingers. They were wet from her arousal and he grinned, inspecting each digit before licking...one long finger at a time. Slowly, seductively, he lapped at his fingers until, to her surprise, once again the stirrings of another round of pleasure began their erotic mount.

His black eyes studied her and it slowly dawned on her that something wasn't quite as she thought. She struggled to stop the rising panic.

"Oh my G.o.d, you're real," she gasped, and the fire of embarra.s.sment flushed her cheeks so hot, her face would surely explode in a burst of flames.

Chapter Four.

It was sweet torture, her overwhelming need for this strange man with the warm, brown eyes and body full of scars to f.u.c.k her. In Kayla's entire life she had never felt so unbelievably sensual and feminine. She swore every one of her nerve endings flared with fire and her entire body sizzled with s.e.xual alertness. With his every movement, she tensed and hoped he would turn to her and say, "Let's f.u.c.k."

Maybe his explanation regarding the swamp water was true and not just some crazy idea he'd come up with to get her into his bed.

Well...make that his bed of ferns.

Kayla glanced up from the river's edge where he'd left her with stern instructions to drink the water and bathe while he prepared a nest of ferns for them beneath a huge, twisted oak tree.