The Scarlet Hunter

Chapter 40-2

Galan froze in surprise, his hands resting on her spread thighs.

Isla nodded again.

Damon sat back on his heels and looked at his partner, "Our little warrior can send images through the mindlink."

"I didn't know that was possible."

"I think it's one of the many things that we should keep between us, as with the rest of this night."

A slight snore rose out of Isla's parted mouth, and both Galan and Damon laughed.

"I did not see that coming," Galan chuckled. As much as he wanted to continue to hold Isla, Damon was looking longingly at them. "Where would you like to hold her?"

"On the bed." Damon leaned down and picked her up. Upon walking with her, she bucked at him without waking up. "Settle down. It's just across the room," he playfully scolded the unconscious warrior in his arms.

He leaned back against the headboard and held her against his chest. Galan brought the plate of food over, and as soon as she started to stir, Damon offered her some. He brought it to her mouth, and she grabbed it with her hand. "Oh yeah, that's right." Damon kissed her on the forehead, "No one gets to feed you but you."

She didn't eat enough, not for what she was going through. "Is your stomach still upset?" Isla shook her head. Damon got a devilish smile as an idea popped into his head. "So, what if I made it fun?" She looked up at him as he popped a grape into his mouth, biting it in half and an explosion of juice coated his tongue. He lifted her face to his and bore down on her mouth, allowing her to taste the sweetness. She twisted around to face him and searched his mouth for the morsels, claiming them as her own. Her fevered passion came back with a vengeance when she straddled Damon. With Galan in the chair watching, she started to rub herself along Damon's shaft.

"I don't understand why you have such a small bed." Galan looked for a place to fit but couldn't find anything. "What is this, a twin?"

"It's a full size," Damon gasped, watching Isla roll her hips up and down him.

"My goddess, she is hypnotizing," Galan exclaimed as he watched them from the chair.

"You have no idea." Damon cringed. "She is so wet it's amazing that she doesn't slide off. Let's see if she wants me to cum, and hopefully, I can help her show you another way she is amazing after." Damon took an inward gasp and tightened as she changed her rhythm, and her motions became more fluid.

Isla lifted her hips from his body and lined herself up to take him. Panic spread across Damon's chest when he recognized her repositioning. His strong hands were on her hips and arms engaged. He pushed her rocking body up and over his shaft instead of sliding him inside of her. Once she landed on his thighs, her eyes darted up to his own, locking in with frustration and confusion.

"Damn, that was close," Galan swore.

Damon sat up and kissed Isla, long, passionately, sharing his desire with her, letting her know she was not rejected. He broke their kiss after he felt her calm down from the peak she was at less than a minute before.