Welcome back! For those of you who read chapter 5, you'll remember that it was a little sparse on the sex scenes. Rejoice, my friends! We're now at the good stuff! I'll admit I'm not an expert at writing intense sex scenes, but I gave it my best shot. Hope you like it!
Also, for the fans writing the wonderful, uplifting comments at the end of my stories...I love you, too.
"Claire..."
The voice whispered through her mind, making her stir in her sleep. She rolled over, her body unconsciously seeking a cooler spot in the bed.
Clawed fingers slipped over her hip, dragging gently down her stomach. The sharp tips of the nails tickled her skin, making her giggle quietly. Her sleeping mind moved her own hand, making an attempt to slap the invading appendage away, but only succeeded in brushing warm skin. A quiet laugh whispered past her ear, and the hand continued its playful touch.
Claire groaned and smiled in her sleep. Her lover's touch was calming and necessary since her encounter with Tarrin. The caress made her feel safe and warm, a feeling she hadn't experienced for a very long time. She squirmed against his hard body, the feel of his warm flesh against hers making her feel more at home.
The hand traveled down her abdomen, the fingers brushing the tops of her thighs. She groaned again and softened her body, loosening her limbs to welcome her lover's touch. The hand took advantage of her openness and slid between her thighs. The pointed fingertips gently raked against the folds of her sex, making her jump as a spark of pleasure raced up her spine.
"So warm," the voice whispered.
One clawed finger slipped between her labia, slowly pushing into her pussy. It massaged her body gently while another finger made feather-light circles around her clit. Her body twitched slightly, a soft moan escaping her throat.
"And so soft. I'll bet you're tighter than vice."
"Maybe," she mumbled sleepily into her pillow.
Darrow laughed again, his finger lightly stroking the inside of her pussy as he continued to tease her flesh. He drew his fingers back, pushing them in again to draw a groan form her throat. His free arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush to his body. His hand reached up to cup her breast, massaging the soft flesh with his fingers. She moaned louder, slowly being coaxed out of her sleep.
"More..." she whispered.
Hot breath tickled her neck as his warm lips dolled out tender kisses on her skin. Another thick finger slid into her warm sex, making her bite her lip in anticipation. He pushed them in deep, stopping just before brushing against the thin film of flesh that secured her virginity.
"So tight. So warm. You're perfect." He ran his tongue along the curve of her neck, making her shiver.
"Don't stop." She writhed at his touch, her body begging for more.
His arm pulled her tighter against him, his hand squeezing her breast and his fingers pulsed in and out of her.
"Mmmm, yes." She squeezed her legs together, pressing his finger harder against her clit. "More."
He pumped his fingers faster, massaged her breast harder. Her body roared to life, her climax building at an incredible rate. She buried her face in her pillow to hide her cries of pleasure. The last thing she needed was Darrow getting chewed out by Thaltos for teasing her again. His fingers felt so good, his warm palm melting the flesh of her breast. She moaned again, so close to release she could taste it.
"Such a beautiful, playful creature. He doesn't deserve you." The voice growled the words into her ear. "None but I deserve you."
She froze, fear now replacing pleasure. "What?"
It finally hit her, her gut twisting in terror: The voice that had teased her, the voice that had promised her more pleasure, didn't belong to Darrow.
His arm tightened painfully around her waist. "
I
deserve you, not him. Come with me, girl, and I'll show you pleasure you couldn't even dream of."
She screamed, clawing at the sheets to escape. He held her tight, never ceasing his delicious teasing. She cried as she fought his strength, desperate to find a way to avoid his touch. She inhaled deeply, letting out one last frantic plea for help.
"DARROW!"
Claire bolted upright in bed, the layers of blankets pooling around her waist. She whipped her head around, searching for any sign of Tarrin or his menacing strands of shadow. The room stood empty, the table still piled with food and the wreaths of flame burning softly. Nothing moved; the only sounds she heard came from her own panicked breathing.
She settled back into bed, placing a hand over her chest to calm herself. Her nightmare had been so real, so believable. She felt his hands, heard his whispers. Tears welled in her eyes. Being ravaged by him in the hallway was awful enough; now he had found a way to torment her in her sleep. She pulled her knees to her chest, burying her face in her hands as she whimpered softly.
She turned to look at Darrow, still fast asleep next to her. His breathing was deep and even, his fingers twitching now and then as he slept. Thaltos and Silthos remained deep in slumber. None of them had left her, even for a moment. She was still surrounded by her three lovers, well protected from the dark that Tarrin brought with him.
Shaking out of fear, Claire slipped back under the blankets, pulling them tight around her. She rolled over, lifting one of Darrow's arms so she could slide under it. She curled up against his body, looping her arms around his neck to hold him close. Burying her face in his neck, she wept softly against his skin, horrified that she would dream about someone so sinister and painful.
She remained awake for another hour, her eyes flicking around the room at each tiny noise. Her nightmare had drained her, leaving her exhausted and terrified. Against her will, her eyelids slid closed. She tightened her grip of Darrow's neck, clinging to him as she fell asleep in case Tarrin was fool enough to find her here. If he did, at least he'd have one hell of an obstacle to get through.
In her sleep, Claire swore she could hear Tarrin's menacing laughter seeping in from the shadows.
* * *
"Wakey, wakey, sleepyhead." Darrow's deep rumble shook her body awake, making her groan and roll over to cover her ears.
Mumbling to herself, Claire pushed herself up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She yawned, stretching her arms high enough to crack her spine back into place. She rolled her neck, working out the kinks and soothing the muscles. Her stomach rumbled impatiently, hunger coursing painfully through her veins.
"I second that opinion." Darrow walked over to the bed, her plate of rice and beef in his hand. In his other, he managed to juggle two goblets of wine. He balanced a platter of roasted pork on his arm, the plate dangerously close to falling to the ground.
He sat down beside her on the bed, his weight making the mattress dip sharply. She smiled and reached out to grab his plate of food and one of the glasses, letting him organize himself and the rest of breakfast. Darrow smiled back, placing her plate of food in his lap and taking his own back. He settled into the bedding, taking a long sip from his cup and starting to devour his food. She followed suit, stuffing her face with the delicious meat to satisfy her own hunger.
