He kissed her hard and deep.
She shoved him back and slapped him hard.
Making him toss his head back. Roaring with laughter like some dark demon.
When his head fell forward. His eyes shined in slivers of moonlight. “Strike me viper. But it’s only yourself, you’re poisoning.”
She twisted against his grip.
But he backed her up through the mud. Walking through rain which now dumped wildly in the Courtyard. Making it hard to see beyond a few feet in the darkness of the night.
In the dark of my Fortress. Savage was grateful for it now as his gaze was locked on his pretty prey.
“Where do you think you’re going, Murah.”
“Let me go!”
“You had the chance years ago.” He whispered to her. “It’s too late for all that bluster now.”
Finally, he saw the silhouette of a tree in the dark and guided her back against it.
She grunted as she made contact. Giving him a venomous look.
“Don’t touch me, Jax.”
“Ah, now I’m Jax again, am I?” He crooned. Still holding her upper arms as his blue eyes roved her face. Seeming as dark as the silvery rain sleeking in sheets around them.
Murah should’ve been cold but all she could feel was the firey heat of his body. Rolling around her with such warmth, it was clear he was immortal.
His mouth dropped on hers again. Consuming her hungrily.
“Why don’t you want me to touch you, Murah?” He asked breathlessly as he turned his mouth to take her in at another angle.
“You know why!”
“Ah, yes…Because it makes you…” He tossed up her skirts and gripped the outside of her thigh enough his fingers bit into the skin but didn’t hurt. “Weak…”
He swung her leg up around her hip and then did the same with the other to lift her up against the tree. Pinning her against it as he began to roll his hips against her softness. His leather breeches fitted against his groin enough she could feel his hard length.
Her legs instinctively wrapping him.
His hands moved to her narrow waist and held her there. “What do you want, Murah? Do you want the Savage man you claim to hate so much, or do you want on your feet to storm back in there with some of your righteous dignity intact?”
“I-I…”
His lips fell on her neck. Kissing around it in a necklace of butterfly touches that made her head fall back and left her panting for air.
“I could take you here against this tree.” He murmured.
“No…”
“That’s the word coming out of your mouth but you’re clinging to my shoulders like a starved woman and you’re moaning into this rainstorm. Soon you’ll be writhing against me wanting more, you know you will.”
Dimurah panted, lifting a hand from his shoulder to push her hair back while he held her there. Waiting patiently. The unflinching question on his face, but other than that, he was characteristically unreadable. “You’re trying to confuse me.”
“Why would I not?”
“Jax!”
“Murah…” He countered. “What…Do…you want?”
“You!” She swore. Cursing herself for saying the words aloud.
In moments he had her skirts rolled up to her waist and the neckline of her dress tugged down enough to bare her breasts the dark pink crests jutting as if begging for his attention.
He’d unlaced his breeches and had himself posed at her entrance. “You, remember what you said.”
Then he slid in.
She gasped and curled her hips against him to take him in more fully.
“And there it is…” He murmured triumphantly. Putting one palm near her head against the tree as he used it for leverage. The other hand balancing her ass as he entered her and withdrew. Feeling the depth of her and hearing her shallow pants as she took him in.
Her legs wrapped around him in and yanked him in harder.
“You want it rough?”
She bit her lip and nodded. The rain making her red hair toss as it flattened down her back and over her shoulders. Leaving cold rivulets trailing between them and down under his pants to run along his thighs but he was heedless.
Focused on her. Blue eyes watching her every pant, the widening of her blue eyes the flutter of her dark lashes as he sunk into her heat and then stroked her rhythmically until she moaned loud enough, he wondered if the tavern had heard it, in truth.
“Good, Woman.” He purred appreciatively.
She came then. Wildly. Clinging to him. Clawing through his tunic and her fingernails raking into the flesh just above the bone on each side of him. Her legs locking him to her as she clutched him tight. Inside of her wrapped him, pulsing like a hand working his cock. Massaging him tight then relaxing then flexing again until his entire body flexed very near to attaining his own pleasure.
Once the vibrations of her climax ceased, she swung her legs down and forced him to plant fully in her as she dangled against the tree. Tossing her head side to side. “You made your point, Savage. Put me down.”
“Did I?” He grated. Breathing through his teeth as he fought for control. His fingers digging into the wet bark of the tree as he was tempted to readjust her right there on the tree and finish himself inside her with the same venom, she was expending on him.
Her and all her rage, be damned! But he steadied himself and realized it wouldn’t serve him as well as playing this little game a bit longer.
He let her go. Watching her storming off with as much dignity as she could muster in the slick mud. Sliding every which way only made him laugh harder.
“Everything I do!” He shouted.
Is for you, Barter Queen.
Blue Lark Guild, Dread HideoutA woman entered the Blue Lark looking to hire an assassin.She’d passed the tower guards, passed the Courtyard Guards, and made it right in the front door of his fortress, and straight into the Winter Haven Alehouse for just that purpose.But Savage Jaxson saw her clearly for what she was. Royalty. His study zeroed in on her from across the room. Watching the way, she swept her cape and how carefully she stepped over a spilled drink.He glimpsed her hand as she gripped the hem of her cape. Not old. Not young. He caught a wisping curl of hair moving beyond the hood as she breathed.Dark brown. Female. Middle-aged royalty. In the Blue Lark to hire an assassin.He drew closer, watching her profile peer from under the red hood. Spotting a particularly weaselly man across the room.The Death Dealer. Though he didn’t look like much, he was a skilled killer. Not particular in whether he murdered women or children.“What are you looking at?” Dimurah whispered ov
She gasped in outrage. Slowly turning to see his unabashed grin. She tossed the pitcher at him.He casually deflected it with a forearm. Laughing uproariously as it sloshed another of the barmaids.“You unbelievable wretch!” Dimurah quaked with rage.“Tent it is!”The crowd in Winter Haven roared in approval.“You’ll have to be quiet this time! No rousing the courtyard again.” He waved a finger in cautioning.“You heathen! That’s not true!” She nearly shook with rage. Making her blue eyes glimmer.“You take it back!” She rushed over to order.“Clearly. As you wish. I take it back!” He announced. “It’s not true. It wasn’t the whole courtyard!” He laughed raucously. Dodging the tankard, she tried to splash on him next. Moving smoothly from its trajectory so is slopped harmlessly over the boards onto the floor.“Contain your fire!” He shouted laughingly. Tone softening, he ensured it was still loud enough for everyone to hear. “Save it for later.” He let the innuendo fill the alehouse.“
The following morning, Dimurah was unsurprised when Nauvree sighed and took a seat at the counter. Eying her over it until she finally slammed down her rag and gave him a disparaging look.“What?”“When are you just going to give in to him?” Nauvree asked Murah.She looked up from wiping a tankard out with a bit of cloth. Setting it along the bar for later tonight. “What do you mean?”“You know very well, what I mean.” He eyed her over his tankard. “You two have been engaged in the longest running segment of foreplay I’ve ever witnessed. And I’ve had some time to witness many things…”She admired this man. With his short cropped blonde hair and alert blue-green eyes, he was good-looking. Though easily as dangerous as any other man in the Blue Lark Guild, he and his friend, had some sordid code of honor that made them truer than most. Such as Savage Jack, for instance.“Everyone knows full well, I don’t dally with clientele.”“We’re all your clientele.” He argued.She gave him a pointe
You should wince. Savage thought. I caught you talking about me for all to hear.You intend to try to evade me? Good luck.Grimacing, Murah slowly turned toward the hooded figure in the corner, whom they’d assumed was half asleep over an empty tankard.Me.“Sorry.” Adrea winced. Ducking low to stay behind the bar, she crept around the corner and vanished under the stairs.Hiding from me. Sharp girl.“Coward.” Murah hissed after her.You’re merely envious you’d not make it as far as she did. He rose, making the fabric of his long cloak whisper as he walked to the counter.“Would you just go away?”No.“To your hut?” He offered. Lifting a hand to knock a hood back. Making the wood beads clink in the twisted strands of his light blonde hair.“Have I expressed how much I hate when you’re here?”You don’t. You hate that I’m in control when I’m here.“You mean like a parent. Seeing what you’ve been up to in my absence and cleaning up whatever childish messes you’ve made without my approval?
“I hate that he’s back!” Murah whined to Markus.“Me too.” He agreed. “It’s just a question of who’s going to die not ‘if’ or ‘when’.”“Is he really so bad?” Thomas, the other bodyguard, asked from next to them.“Worse.” She and Markus said in unison.She sighed. “Hire some extra barmaids tonight for…sanitizing. Did we get whoever that was last night, cleaned up?” She asked nearly as an afterthought.“In the hole out back.” Markus nodded. “Barely a stain left.”“Have Dale widen the hole.”“I hate when he’s back.” Markus grumbled as he left Murah’s hut.“Me too.” She whined.Thomas sat in the wooden chair near the door. Lifting his wooden cup of water to sip as he sat sentry.She watched the young man forlornly.“Yes?” He glanced at her. Smiling proudly to be taking care of his family working for her. Her coin helped put food in his little brother and mother’s bellies.“Be careful.”“I always am, mum.”“No, Thomas. I mean exceptionally careful.”His brow knitted as he looked at her.“H
Alazar, The Nauvree, was assessing the camp site the next morning. Still analyzing that intriguing dagger the assassin had tried to use and trying to recognize who this assassin was.“It’s true what she says.” The voice stopped Alazareth in his tracks as he returned to the woods from escorting her back to Nightway in the early hours.Mardichi, The RedBayne.He stood near the remnants of the long dead fire. Eyes skimming the body of the dead man.The man I killed trying to assassinate Riaura.“I came to warn ye.” Mardichi murmured. “Someone from Igonox hired an assassin last nigh’ ta kill yer Nightway princess. Savage called ‘er out in the Blue Lark.”“You came albeit late.”“Nay.” Mardichi murmured. “I didn’t. The Death Dealer is still back at the Blue Lark. He planned to come this way late this eve. I knew nothing of this un’.” Mardichi gestured to the dead man at his feet.“How many are there?” Alazar asked worriedly.“I’ve no idea…Now. Perhaps every assassin who crossed the path be
Savage entered Winter’s Haven. Damn grateful to be back from his miserable venture.His eyes automatically finding Dimurah working behind the counter.And there she is.The view never grew old. Her cloud of red hair crept from the green hood and the mud smearing her face did little to hide the beauty of it, once one knew it was there. Her soft blue eyes were moving beneath the counter looking for her next tankard and assessing the remaining inventory.She hadn’t yet noticed his presence in her alehouse.He was damn happy to see her. Despite that he suspected she’d still be angry with him for not telling her where he was going before he left nor allowing his assassing to obey her.She always is.Savage was excited to have a seat and relax and exchange some banter with his favorite little barmaid, especially after discovering that the Nauvree was betraying him.Killing my assassins behind my back.Why?It was quite a shame to discover it. I’d thought the Nauvree was one of the few here
********************************“My name is Acel Jaxson, Savage Jack. I’m assassin, killer, warrior. I kill without blinking. Man or woman. My code is simple. Don’t betray me or I’ll kill you.Only one betrays me and lives. In a world where I’m King, she is Queen. But she intends to never be mine. She doesn’t realize she already is…”********************************REDBAYNE“I don’t know what you’re implying.” Dimurah was nearly hissing at RedBayne. Disliking the large, red haired barbarian more by the minute. Purely for implying she needed Savage to maintain her stature in the Blue Lark.Hating it more because she knew it was true.“Ye know full well, what I’m saying. Have ye any idea what tha’ vile creature was sitting at the counter thinkin’?”“I’m no mind reader.”Well, fortunately for you someone must be. Because he heard what that creature wanted to do to you.“Well, ‘twas apparent tha’ creature ‘ad plans for ye…Unpleasant un’s.”“For me?”“Yea, Barter Queen.” He shook his hea