Heat Rating: Fire

Content Warnings: Grapic sexual situations, male/female sexual encounters

Can the love between warrior and sibyl stop a world from disintegrating into anarchy?

Can the love between warrior and sibyl stop a world from disintegrating into anarchy?

"What else did you see?" he asked suddenly and turned to face her.

Her brow furrowed.

"When you touched me in the barn, what else did you see?" He closed the outer door then took a step toward her, then another. "You told me the truth, yes, but you left something out. I felt it in you. I feel it in you now, Seer."

Whatever else, Keira knew she must always be honest with this man. Her training required it. Her nature demanded it. "Your daughter," she said and took a step backward when he closed in on her. "Will have red hair. Like mine." She felt hunted, cornered and took another step back until her shoulders touched the wall. It was an uncomfortable feeling but she liked it anyway. The predator she sensed in Raull followed her retreat. Like in the barn, he braced his hands on the wall behind her, on either side of her head, holding her in place. Her lips felt dry and she ran her tongue over them. He watched with unmistakable hunger. Without asking, he dipped his head and took her mouth.

His scent resonated in her head, her nostrils flared and her mouth was suddenly full of the taste of him. He was the strongest, most confident man she'd ever met yet his scent was a light, heady mixture of warm skin, virility, fresh air and the faint scent of wood smoke. Leaning into her, he touched his chest to the tips of her breasts, made them feel full, sensitive, needy. Her cleft grew damp and he groaned like he could smell her response, leaned into her and drove his tongue into her mouth.

The warm heaviness of it touched hers, slid over it, twined around it, moved away and encouraged hers to follow. Weaving her fingers in his hair, she used her strength to keep him close. Instinct told Keira that the Warrior could pull free of her grasp with a twitch of his neck but he let her hold him where he was, even growled seductively when she pulled him nearer.

Full, firm lips moved over hers, shaped them, warmed them then slipped across them as delicately as breath. And when he did breathe, his chest nuzzled her breasts.

She moaned in protest when he pulled back, feathered his mouth away from hers then touched his lips to the base of her ear.

"Be warned," Raull whispered. It was a deep rumble of sound that made her quiver. "When a warrior finds a woman he wants he won't give her up until he has purged his need for her." The tip of his tongue flicked over her lobe, found the convolutions of her ear, slid inside then withdrew. "It may take days. Weeks. Cycles." Again he caressed her ear, fucked it with his tongue until Keira moaned and arched into him. "Say yes now, woman, or refuse me."

His brow furrowed and he leaned back to look down at her when Keira chuckled.

"Not exactly the reaction I was hoping for," he grumbled.

"I'm sorry, Raull. I really am." Keira wiped the corners of her eyes and leaned her head against the wall. "Do you understand the word lame?" She grinned when one of his brows arched wryly. "That line was really, really lame. Did they teach you that one at the Warriors' Compound? Really?" she added with a laugh when his expression darkened. "Honestly, you guys need better material."

"I'll have you know, Sibyl, that women have been known to tear their clothes off in fits of lust when I say that to them." Lifting his hands off the wall, he wrapped them around her waist and eased his body into hers.

"Fits of lust, huh?" Keira shook her head dismissively but she also ran her hands over his arms, caressed his back through the gaps in his weapons vest. "You sure it wasn't fits of laughter?"

"Now you've done it," Raull growled, grinned down at her, bent forward and hoisted her over his shoulder like her weight was nothing. He carried her into the bathing chamber. "I gave you fair warning." She yelped then groaned when he slapped her ass, twice. Without setting her down, he turned on the water in the bathing chamber, tested the temperature and adjusted it. "I gave you a chance to say no but you chose to make fun of me, hmm?" Digging his fingers into her ribs until she was laughing and making ineffectual attempts to push him away, Raull let her slide back down onto her feet and continued to grin at her. He grabbed her dress, pulled it up and over her head, then tossed it aside. Next he began undoing the clips that held his vest in place. "I'm a civilized man, Keira. A man of learning but you've stripped that civility from me. I'm claiming you like our barbarian ancestors claimed their women. Your acceptance or denial is no longer required," he added and his voice was a sultry purr as he opened his leather pants, slid them and his boots off then pulled on the scrap of material that served as her panties so hard that it tore. The shredded remnants fluttered to the floor at her feet.