Authors note: Hello everyone. I am grateful to MsSensualiT for her continued help to be my second sets of eyes. I hope those of you who enjoy this series continue to do so. ~ellie.
Noah put down the tools and lifted the knife he had crafted. He'd had a solid morning's work out for one small blade, but it was weighted perfectly to his hand. As he went to stand outside in the sun, he glanced at the target and threw without taking the time to aim or adjust his stance. He wouldn't have time for that if it came down to it against the Varangian guard. He would make one for each day he had to stay trapped here and inactive to search for his heart. The knife sailed true, and he heard the heavy thud of sharp steel sinking into the wood. Pleased with the sharp acuity, he called the knife Stevie with a smile and wrapped it in his oilcloth before going to wash off the sweat of the last few hours in the waves that crashed onto the shore.
It was dangerous to have a forge in this part of the world or even country with tiny hot embers floating from the smokestack. But ever conscious of the environment, the Zenati forebears had built it close to the shoreline where the nearest vegetation was, not the dry bush and scrub notorious to the outback and northern reaches, but rather perpetually damp rainforest.
Coming back to the shore, he lay down to soak up the warmth of the late springtime sun. He had done enough thinking and physical labour since his rude awakening this morning, that he felt suddenly bone jarringly exhausted. He tried to will himself to stand up and make the trek back to his cabin, the cabin he had planned to share with Marcella during the gathering, but decided a few more minutes in the sun would not harm him.
When he woke with a start, he was home in his bed again. Confused and groggy, he knew someone was in his house again. Not just in his home, but in his bed! He turned his head and laid his eyes on the most beautiful sight he could have wished for. Marcella was there, asleep, naked, and in his bed. He turned his whole body toward her gathering her in his arms.
The nipples on her breasts were swollen, and they brushed against his chest. Her hips rocked and undulated as they had done when he had made love to her, and he could feel her wet pussy on his leg. Her whole body moved like somebody was making love to her in her sleep and she would occasionally moan sensuously in a husky voice. Irrational jealousy overtook him. He wanted to be the one making love to her not some phantom dream man!
Noah didn't know what had happened to her while she was with the Suebi and then Konrad. He didn't know if he would ever know the whole story. Having his beautiful Kitten with her sexy little body pressed to his and her desiring him, was every dream he'd had since meeting her come true. If this was, in fact, a dream, he was in no hurry to wake up from it. Noah didn't even fight for control as Marcella fluttered her eyes open and began kissing down his body toward his cock. Instead, he rolled to his back and let her do what she wanted just to keep her here with him and for once not argue with her.
Noah knew he was in dream heaven now. The sensuous licking, sucking and nibbling were beyond his memory of her. He saw her fingers drop to her pussy as she began to deep throat him and knew it was his turn. Noah reached over and lifted her hips in the air and placed her pussy firmly over his mouth. Within minutes of using his tongue to tease and titillate her, her body froze and then bucked in his hold as her orgasm racked her body. Noah felt her throat spasm around his cock, and it was the most unbelievable feeling he'd ever had and almost lost control of his own orgasm. He held back by renewing his attack on her pussy, pushing her into the second and third climax before allowing her a reprieve and himself to climax with her.
Marcella's body was twitching spasmodically as if she couldn't make sense of the bliss and the ecstasy overwhelming her body and mind. Her arms and legs were shaking as Noah moved them both so that her head was lying on his chest and he held her close until the spasms changed to smaller quivers and the quivers became an occasional shudder.
Noah watched the woman who ruled his heart fall asleep on his chest. With the satiated glow she now wore, he'd never seen her appear more stunning. As she drifted off to sleep, he gave a contented sigh and closed his eyes as well relishing in the feel of her.
"Answer your phone dickhead," Gideon grumbled as he threw the phone to land on Noah's stomach, waking him up. "You trying to burn to a crisp out here?"
"Piss off, arsehole," Noah groaned, trying to cling to the last remnants of his dream. "It had been so real. He wasn't sure what he would do if he managed to get her back from Konrad and she rejected him even then."
"Must have been some dream," Gideon commented.
"Yeah, just a dream," Noah lamented, as he gave up trying to remember it and sat up dusting the sand off his hands and arms before picking up his phone.
"X needs you," Gideon said, looking at his brother curiously.
"Yeah, I guessed as much," Noah stood, gathering the oilskin wrapped knife as he went.
"Dom's okay now though, right?" Gideon didn't hide his concern for the Oracle of their table.
"Yeah, it's nothing like that," Noah gave a half-smile that didn't reach his eyes.
"Then what is it?" Gideon asked directly. "I want to help you Noah," he let out an explosive breath. Shutting Gen and me out of whatever you are planning will not help you find the answers you're looking for. We always worked best as a team."
"It's not my story to tell, Gideon. You have to trust that I am thinking clearly and in control of my emotions. I will get her back, but I also know it's not a typical adversary that has Marcella right now or that she is there against her will. X and Dom are keeping me close because of the whole Oracle thing, which is unnecessary now that he is recovered. Still, I guess they are making sure I don't go off the deep end again as well. I don't need a babysitter Gid. I need my brothers to back me and believe in me."
"I've always got your back, but you have to let me in to help me to protect it properly," Gideon growled in frustration.
"Okay if a plane took off from a private airfield and didn't log a flight plan how would you go about tracking it?" Noah asked realising Gideon was probably the one person who would be able to haphazardly guess at the conundrum.
"Give me date and time, and I'll have the info in minutes," Gideon opened his phone to a forum page.
"Last night between say ten p.m. and one a.m.," he said uncertainly. "Took off from..."
