Slamming (Through Time 3)

The Gorka. Fantastic to behold with its red eyes zeroed in on its meal, a rabbit the size of a lion.

It held itself in the air, hovering in place with its spiked tail flapping with anticipation of its meal. Before its flapping wings drew in for the dive downwards, head pointed at its goal.

A ray of controlled fire shot out of its dragon like mouth and cooked its meal before taking it in its large talons and flying off.

Pestale stood for a long moment.

This was not the time to capture it, because the dungeon wasn’t large enough to hold it. He would have to construct something larger.

Chapter Fifteen

MORNING CAME WITH a bright light and Jazz blinked against its intrusion. Encased in Trevor’s arms, she gently lifted his hand off of her breast and tried to slip out of bed.

“Where are you going, sweetlife?” he asked in a voice that made her never want to leave his side.

“I thought I would shower and get ready,” she answered. She touched his shoulder first before moving her finger down to his biceps and lovingly traced the pattern of ancient runes. “I like showers better than blinking myself clean.”

“Aye, so do I when you are there with me,” he said. He kissed her ear and added, “But no.”

“No?” she answered.

“Stay here. The only getting ready I want you to do is for me,” he whispered. His golden eyes caressed her face and then traveled over her body with explicit meaning.

She laughed and jumped off and away from the bed. She made it to the shower. As the wonderful many jets of hot streaming water covered her body, she felt his hand travel over her slick flesh. She felt his hard dick pressed against her rump as he bent her over slightly and fondled her breasts. The way he wielded his fingers over her skin turned her mind to mush and her knees were so damn weak.

“You have to teach me what you need from me. I want to know everything there is to know about you,” he whispered softly in her ear. “Like now, I feel your body tremble with need and I want to hear what you need…what, Jazmine Decker.?

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“You. I need you now, tomorrow, yesterday, always,” she answered softly unable to hide the desire he wrought out of her.

“I have lived so many years, but now those years I realize were merely existing. This is life with you. Because of you. You make me stronger than I have ever been. I feel warm and hot, and cold and hungry. I feel like I can never get enough of you. I feel that you must be here right at my side, everywhere I go…Jazmine Decker…I feel so much.”

She turned then to face him and pressed her wet slippery body against his hard one while looking up and into those golden eyes. “Trevor of Lugh, you are the one.”

He grinned like a boy, “Well I better be.”

She laughed, but just as he bent to kiss her they both heard their Queen’s call, sharp and persistent in their heads!

Trevor made a rueful face and blinked them both out of the shower. Jazz sighed but there was no choice. Something must be wrong.

A moment later, as Jazz flipped a brush through her long blond hair, she turned to find a leather outfit on the bed.

A dark brown leather jacket, a black and skimpy tank top and matching black leather pants had been neatly laid out. No bra, but a black lace thong lay all by itself. Very sexy.

Trevor said, “you don’t have enough warrior clothes and I had a notion to see you in this.” She was wrapped in a towel and backed away from him saying with a laugh, “The Queen is waiting.”

“Then you best blink it on, before I get that towel off you,” he said in all his naked glory.

She gulped as she could see his hardness already waiting for her. Hurriedly she did in fact, blink on the outfit in total and stepped further away from him. She thought that this Fae thing of blinking clothes on and off was way cool.

~*~

A moment later, hand in hand they stepped into the Queen’s chamber to find Breslyn stomping about and saying they had to act immediately. His beloved humans were being tortured and eaten throughout Dublin.

Trevor stood straight and squeezed Jazz’s hand reassuringly. She realized she was shaking at the picture this presented in her mind. This latest news was horrifying. Pestale would not rest. Danté with Z beside him shifted in and announced that he had sent his Lugh warriors to champion the humans in Dublin. He wanted permission to join with them in the battle.

“I know you have other plans for me, Aaibhe,” Breslyn was frustrated. “I need to go in and protect them…”