Chapter 10

Kenzi's eyes drifted open and pain flowed over her body. Her wrists were aching, her back tingling from being pressed against a wall, her stomach hurting every time she moved, and her upper thigh burning. Kenzi yawned and turned her head to the side. Bo was lying next to her, sleeping soundly. Kenzi smiled and looked toward the window; she could tell daylight was just breaking. Everything from last night ran through her mind again. Her father had murdered her mother, he'd tortured her, and threatened to kill the people she loved. This man was not her father, he was a man that she loathed. She would get her revenge. Kenzi gently eased from the bed, gritting her teeth against the pain and being careful not to wake Bo. She walked into the bathroom and clicked the light on. Her eyes scanned her own body. Black and blue wrists mixed with large red cuts, a long red line down her stomach circled by yellowing bruises, a large angry red line across her upper thigh close to her groin with deep blue bruising along the edges. She was too pale and she knew by the afternoon she'd at least look better. Kenzi turned off her light and went into the closet. She gritted her teeth again as she leaned down and dug through the clean clothes one of the maids had brought up. She smiled when she found Dyson's white shirt. It was quickly becoming her favorite thing to wear. It was very loose so it didn't rub her skin or cling to her like most her clothes, and no matter how many times it was washed it still smelled just like Dyson. Kenzi unclipped the bra she'd slept in and tossed it in the dirty clothes basket. She gently tugged on the shirt and buttoned all the buttons except the top three. Kenzi carefully pulled off her panties and pulled on a pair of white cotton panties that were higher on her hips and well away from the wounds. Another good thing about Dyson's shirt was that it hung down to the middle of her thighs, almost like a short dress. Kenzi walked out of the bathroom and to her bedroom door. She gently pulled it open and outside was Frank who was accompanied by not Oliver but someone Kenzi did not recognize. Frank turned to see her.

"How are you feeling?" He asked.

"I'm good." Kenzi said. She jerked her head toward the other man and raised her eyebrows slightly. Frank just shook his head and shrugged.

"Where is Dyson?" Kenzi asked as she slipped out the door and closed it behind her.

"Down the hall, third door on the right." Frank pointed. Kenzi nodded and went to walk towards his room but stopped when the other man went to follow her. She remembered what her father had said out someone following them because he couldn't trust them.

"Back off, she isn't doing anything. You'd be able to tell if she was interested in hurting someone." Frank said to the guy. He frowned, obviously arguing with himself about what he should do. Kenzi took that opportunity to walk away to Dyson's room. Two guards were outside his door as well and Kenzi barely gave them a second look as she slipped past them and entered Dyson's room. She closed his door and locked it as she looked around, his bed was messy but he wasn't in it. She looked up when she heard footsteps. Dyson came out of the bathroom and spotted her. Kenzi's mouth watered, he was wearing nothing but a towel and she wanted nothing more than to wrap her arms around him and find comfort in his body.

"Morning, how are you?" he asked.

"I feel like shit." She smirked.

"That is expected." He smiled. He walked further out of the bathroom and to a large black duffle bag on his bed. She guessed someone had gone to his house and gotten some clothes for him. She watched his back flow and move as he pulled out a pair of boxers.

"I guess I should get you some more of my shirts, seems like you like that one." He smiled over his shoulder. Kenzi shrugged and chuckled.

"It's comfortable." She said.

"Good. I'm glad you like it." He chuckled.

"And it smells like you." Kenzi said. Her feet carried her to him quickly and she was at his back. Her hand lifted and fell on his shoulder blade. His skin heated and tensed under her palm. She lifted her other hand and gently ran her fingertips over his shoulders, down his sides, and scratched over his hips. He made a grunting noise and turned to face her.

"You are the mayor of bad ideas right now." He said. Kenzi smirked and let her hands roam from his back to his front. Her fingers slid carefully into the edge of the towel and she tugged it from his hips. It fell to the ground and she pressed her palms to his chest.

"I don't care." She smiled her heart melting smile and Dyson gave in. He slowly unbuttoned her shirt and eased it off her shoulders. His fingers hooked in her white panties and he slid them down her hips. Kenzi stepped out of them and her eyes met his.

"Slow." He whispered. Kenzi nodded and his hands slid under her arms. He carefully lifted her and sat her down on the edge of the bed. He kneeled down in front of her and lifted her foot into his hands and began to massage it. Kenzi smiled and used her hands to prop herself up as she watched his fingers skim over her feet and rub her instep. She nibbled the inside of her lips. It felt so wonderful she could almost go back to sleep, but her body was flooded with passion and sleep was the last thing on her mind. He lifted the other foot and massaged it slowly.

"What are you doing?" Kenzi asked as she continued to smile.

"I'm being gentle. It is something I'm new at." He smirked. Kenzi nodded and closed her eyes as his lips touched her knee and began their slow trek up her thigh. Kenzi leaned back on the bed, stretching out under the fan overhead. She watched the blades circle quickly as Dyson's lips gently kissed her inner thigh. His hands scooped under her knees and he spread her legs apart. All thoughts of the fan were gone as soon as Dyson's mouth landed on the sweet junction of her thighs. Kenzi could not help the gasp that slipped past her teeth. This was a first, she'd never had someone do this to her before. His tongue swirled out and around her clitoris and Kenzi arched upward into his mouth. The sudden movement made her wound cry out in pain but she was lost in pleasure. Two fingers sunk into her and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. She was suddenly very aware that there were two men standing right outside the door. Dyson's lips and tongue swirled and sucked intensely and his fingers set a punishing rhythm and Kenzi knew she would be crying out in a matter of seconds.

"Dyson." she panted his name. Her hands scrambled backward on the bed looking for something, anything. A pillow, the sheet, anything. Her hand wrapped around a pillow and she jerked it down as her orgasm rolled over her. She pressed the pillow against her face and her nails dug into it as she climaxed hard. Moaning and biting the pillow, putting every last bit of her emotion into it. Dyson's mouth and hands fell away from her and he slid up over her, being careful to avoid her wounds. Kenzi felt his hands gently move her hands off the pillow and he pulled it from her face.

"Pillow biter." He smirked.

"Not my fault two men are outside your door." She smiled.

"I have an idea." Dyson said. He leapt away from the bed and cold air replaced his body. Kenzi leaned up slightly and watched him hurry into the bathroom. She heard the shower come on and then he was back. He slid his hands under her shoulders and knees and lifted her off the bed. Kenzi scratched her nails over his back as he walked into the bathroom. He stepped into the hot stream of water and Kenzi's whole body relaxed.

"Now we can be as loud as we want." He said as he eased her down to her feet. Kenzi's knees wobbled when she realized he was ready and waiting. The slide of her thighs told her she was too. He pulled her body against his gently and kissed her as the water flowed down over her hair and back. His tongue slid in her mouth and she was vaguely aware his mouth had just been on her. Both his hands slid up her body easily and he gripped her wet breasts, her nipples already hard with the heat of the water. Kenzi moaned into his mouth as his fingers worked her breasts. Kenzi lifted her leg carefully and hooked it over his hip. Dyson pressed her back into the wall and slid easily into her, filling her once again. Kenzi moaned loudly and bit into his bottom lip. Dyson slipped his hand under her thigh and lifted her other leg. Kenzi spread her thighs and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, effectively holding herself up while he thrust into her. Kenzi's nails dug into his neck and back as his hands held her bottom. She felt a dash of pain as she was shifted slightly so that he could push into her deeper, but she ignored it as pleasure knotted up her stomach.

"Faster, harder." Kenzi moaned and buried her face in his neck. Dyson did exactly what was asked of him, he pushed harder into her, spreading her thighs even further, his pace quickened and Kenzi relished in the feeling. Kenzi moaned loudly and bit into his neck. Dyson moaned against her and Kenzi felt her orgasm building very quickly and it slammed into her. Kenzi cried out and shook around Dyson as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her. Dyson thrust into her again and found his release as it only made Kenzi shudder more. She clung to him tightly, not confident in her ability to stand. She realized the water had gotten cold and not only was she shuddering with pleasure, but she was cold as well. Dyson gently moved back and pulled out of her. Kenzi bit her lip and stifled a moan as her inner walls tightened back up. Dyson didn't try to move her as he cut off the shower and stepped out. Finally Kenzi decided to release her hold on him, which only resulted in him moving her to a new position. She found herself sitting in his arms as he carried her wet body to the bed. He gently laid her down and slid in next to her. They were both cold Kenzi noticed as he pulled the covers up over them. He pulled her into his arms and she closed her eyes.

Kenzi's eyes shot open when she heard the horn. It was a loud blaring noise the alerted her to the presence of her father's army. She sat straight up in bed and listened. Dyson laid next to her, one of his arms behind her the other across her legs now that she was up. She listened harder and she could make out the sound of paws running, and crunching through the leaves and fallen branches of the nearby woods. They were here. Dyson's eyes opened and he sat up next to her. He could feel them too, smell them, hear them, just all around sense them. There were nearly two hundred of them, it was hard not to notice. All of them were warriors, hard men and women who had lived hard lives. Some young, but warriors all the same.

"That was quick." Dyson said. Kenzi nodded and slipped out of the bed silently. She grabbed up her panties and slipped them on, followed by Dyson's shirt. She pulled it on but left it unbuttoned as she went to the window. She pulled the curtain back a little and peeked down into the vast spread of land. Her eyes scanned the tree line and there they were the first line. Fifty on the first line and twenty-five on the others.

"What now?" Dyson asked coming up behind her.

"Now Holden throws a lavish ball to welcome them, and then he plans the war."