Free Captive of the Deep by Michelle M. Pillow Page B

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    “I can hold on to Lyra just fine,” Rigel defended.
    Both twins began to laugh, hard. Demon doubled over onto the counter, slapping it with the palm of his hand. “Too easy, too easy…”
    “You are so easy to read, brother. Go to her. Make her our sister so that we may be released by the king to go back into the ocean.” Brutus grabbed Demon by the arm and jerked him toward the front door. “You know we do not do well if we are landlocked for too long.”
    “To hunting,” Demon said, lifting his fist in the air.
    “To hunting,” Brutus repeated, louder and with more force.
    “Hunting,” Rigel agreed, lifting his hand, though not quite as enthusiastically.
    When the door shut behind them, Rigel sighed and looked at the bedroom door. He contemplated whether or not to go in. Then, thinking if Lyra on his bed, her body softly sprawled and inviting, he couldn’t stop himself from going to her.
    She rested on her stomach. Her head turned toward the opposite wall. He could detect her even breathing as soon as he walked into the room. Not wanting to wake her if she slept, he quietly striped out of his clothes to get comfortable and slid onto the bed next to her. He ignored the fact his body wanted her. Instead, he was content to hold her gently against his chest in the hopes that she would never make him let go.
    Just as his eyes were about to close, she turned to face him. Steady eyes looked into his. Without saying a word, she lifted her mouth to kiss him. The caress was sweet, gentle, and it stirred a powerful yearning inside his chest. There was so much he wanted to say, to do. The secret he kept from her, of his brother Nemus and what had happened the night he rescued her in the water, felt like a lie. He was purposefully keeping it from her, so it might as well have been a falsehood.
    Then there was what was in his heart. Oh, how he wanted her! He wanted to love her, worship her, to be loved by her. He wanted these things so badly it made his chest ache and his bones weak. If only she would say it. If only she would be his wife. If only she gave him some hint as to how to win her.
    Her tongue rolled against his, light and easy, as unhurried as her hands leisurely moving up and down his naked thigh. She made tiny movements, inching her hips closer. The tip of his arousal brushed her stomach, sending a shock of desire down the already hard shaft. Needing more, he cupped her ass and pulled her forward. The full press of her against his cock caused him to moan into her mouth. The intense pleasure filled him.
    She smelled sweet and her lips tasted like berries. He licked along the seam of her mouth and was rewarded with a trembling sigh. He rocked his hips into her. The naked length of his arousal tangled in her clothes. Fingers ran up his spine, slithering like water trickling along the valleys of his muscles. His ass tensed as she made the trip back down. Lyra cupped a cheek, pulling him forward.
    Her legs moved as she began to wiggle out of her clothes. When the bare flesh of her calf ran along his, he groaned. He couldn’t resist. Rigel had to taste more, feel more, see more. The affliction surged within him. His lips moved over her neck, trailing kisses along the warmth of her skin.
    Rigel maneuvered her onto her back, pinning her beneath him as he drew his legs between hers. A soft, round breast beckoned him from beneath the material. The texture of her nipple strained against the cloth dress. He brushed his mouth against it, flicking his tongue back and forth over the erect bud.
    He couldn’t stop himself. Her very nearness pulled his energy from him. At first, he fought it, not wanting to open himself up like that, but soon he didn’t care.
    Her kiss became harder, as if desperate to taste him. She bit at his lips, not hurting but not too gentle either. Lyra moaned. Her legs worked restlessly against him, squeezing his thighs before parting in offering.
    Rigel’s erection bumped against her.