Hi, Very sorry this was a late update, my car broke down, twice, leaving me stranded for hours so haven't had a lot of time to write :-(
Big Thank You to Riah Riddle, xXshuangXx, and Elenemire, you three are definitely on my christmas card list, as always your reviews are so wonderful and encouraging you make it worth writing in the dark, down a country lane waiting for roadside recovery to find me :-) Here is the next chapter... hope everyone likes it.
Take care everyone, and have a great sunday.
xemmalisax
...He had wanted to climb up the vines beneath her.
Finding that sweet invitation with his mouth, his tongue, as she withered above him, hands fisted on the vines...
Chapter Three
Stay here? In your dreams, handsome.
There was no way she was staying here for a psycho to come back and… well, do what ever he had planned for her.
It was worrying that this wasn't actually the weirdest situation she had ever been in. Nya had been and seen it all! You name it, she had been dragged, kicking, screaming and complaining through everything.
She walked to the end of the cave and tried to peer through the vines, but they where too tightly woven she couldn't. She pushed and heaved until she created a little gap to peer through. It was night still. The same night? She was still a little disorientated.
Nya looked down at her body and groaned, hardly the ideal outfit for climbing down vines and hiking through rainforests, but she could work with it. She pushed more, and using her entire body weight to stretch the vines and branches to allow her to get out.
Finally the gap was large enough, she rubbed her now dirty hands down her bare thighs and realized her palm still tingled from the touch of Nicholas' tongue. The mark was gone she had discovered as she had rubbed her fingers over the mark after he had left. She sighed and shook herself mentally. Now is not the time to fantasize about wild men with a fetish for kidnapping.
No. Now was the time for a plan, Nya.
Right.. a plan.
Pity plans weren't exactly her strong point. She was more of a go-with-the-flow-and-hope-for-the-best type.
She pushed her hair away from her eyes as she looked out. Her hair was so unmanageable with the daytime heat! The humidity was the death of her hair.
She leaned through and looked out. OH MY GOD! She was in the sky. She pushed herself back into the cave, gripping the vines tightly, eyes closed as she tried to focus. She hated heights. Crap!
No, no problem. I can do this!
She kept her eyes closed as she slipped her leg through the hole, searching for a nook to place her foot to begin climbing down. The light breeze shifting through the trees brushing against her leg, giving her chills as she finally found a spot.
Jumping up and down with one foot on the small foot hold, she found it to be strong enough. So she hoped.
She gripped the vines tight as she swung her body around the opening and stood on the vine. She breathed out a sigh of relief and opened her eyes. So far so good. Just don't look down.
She took a deep breath for courage, although a large whiskey would have been a better alternative, as she stretched her other leg down the vines, using her toes to discover somewhere to step to.
Finally she found a place, she had to bend her leg and stretch her other one to meet it, but she did. She allowed her weight to be distributed between both legs now.
Nya shook her head at the absurdity of this night.
She had a sinking feeling it could only get worse, she was God knows how many feet up from the ground, and then she had to walk to town. Although she had no real idea where she was, where town was, or how to survive in the rainforest. She shook her head as she probed the vines for another step.
"Yep, Nya, you've done it this time!"
She took another step down the vines and realized this wasn't actually the first time she had climbed down from a height wearing only lingerie. She scowled at the thought. Jerk!
She had dated this guy she had met at a bar, he was older than her, but they seemed to click. He seemed genuine, caring and he made her laugh. They dated for months and when she decided to give the guy a chance, had decided to allow another man to try to prove her wrong, she had slept with him. Only to be woken up afterwards and hustled onto the balcony because his wife was home! Climbing down trellis at two in the morning in her underwear hadn't endeared her to men. Jerk.
Her anger at that memory gave her some courage to continue to climb down the vines. One step at a time.
She gasped as her foot slipped from the vine, but she managed to replace her foot before she fell. She placed her face close to the vines, fists white with fear as she looked down for the second time. She instantly felt dizzy. She closed her eyes and took some deep breaths. Waiting for a few minutes until her nerves where settled she decided to continue down. It wasn't like she had a lot of choice anyway.
Although listening to the sounds of the rainforest as she climbed down, made her incredibly apprehensive about walking through all that dense vegetation with bare feet.
She shuddered, she hated things around her toes.
She cringed at the thought of worms, or worse, snakes around her toes when she couldn't see them thought the lush vegetation.
Yep, things where only going to get worse.
She could nearly see the bottom!
She grinned with her achievement, but it quickly disappeared when the image of snakes hidden in bushes crept back into her mind.
Maybe it would have been smarter to stay within the cave?
Thinking of staying in the cave made her think of her attacker. He was definitely… unusual. The eyes changing color, the temper for no reason, the fact he had obviously somehow knocked her unconscious and dragged her to a cave miles from civilization.
The fact he was incredibly handsome, shockingly so. The way his eyes stayed fixated on her as he moved through the darkness, circling her.
She bit at her lip, what was he? Who was he?
Curiosity made her wish she had stayed to find out who he was, sanity decided it was probably a choice that she would have regretted.
She was so close to the floor now. Only a few more - She shrieked as she fell from the vines to land hard on her bottom with a thud.
She hadn't fell far, but enough to knock the air from her. She placed her hand on her chest at the lack of air and breathed deeply, ignoring the pain shooting up her back. Ouch!
She picked herself up from the floor and brushed the debris from the backs of her legs, realizing for the first time she had scratches on them and on one elbow from the fall. She rubbed them to try to relieve some of the pain before turning around to start on her hike back. What the- !
"You!"
She couldn't believe it. Her attacker stood a few meters from her, leaning casually against a tree trunk, large arms crossed over his chest with a… amused look on his face! Bastard!
"Have you just watched me struggle down?!"
Unbelievable!
He grinned at her like a naughty child who had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, before stating a simple "Yes" to her question.
Yes! She growled at him, and he laughed.
Now that was it! That was a major pet hate of hers! Men who taunt and belittle woman. Well, not this one!
"How dare you!"
"How dare I what, picolla? I told you to stay within the cave. Climbing down has been futile-" He shrugged as he said "-I will just have to carry you back up"
His voice still held male amusement which set her teeth on edge. His accent was rich and seemed to be a mixture of the local dialect and something else. Sounded European.
What ever it was, however deep and rumbling it maybe, there was no way he was going to bully her.
"Think what you want. I am leaving" She allowed him to see a small snippet of her own temper.
"No your not"
His response was so quick, but so was his change in attitude. No longer did his voice hold that male amusement, now malice was all his tone resonated. His face became a mask of rage once more. Flames flickered in the dark depths until his eyes where once more a flaming blood red.
"No?" She ventured.
"No"….
Nicholas had found it strangely amusing and terrifying to watch Nya climbed down the vines. Which was what he had returned from feeding to discover.
Her movements where as fluid as her dancing had been, her body usually balance correctly to climb, but he could feel her fear beating on his skull.
She didn't like heights but was risking the fear and the fall to escape him. He didn't like the way his chest tightened at the thought, and rubbed his palm against his heart to lessen the ache. The fact she wanted to leave him didn't surprise him, thinking logically, he had kidnapped her away from town, taken her for his own, his mind accepted her fear and desire to leave.
Although he had no intention of letting her leave him. Ever. He understood all this and still his chest was tight, his lungs seemed unable to breath.
But he had enjoyed watching her climb down, he had the most arousing view of her body.
He was beneath her and could see the trim muscles of her thighs clench and relax as she stretched and took each step. The bronze skin over her legs shimmered with sweat from the exertion and fear. He looked on when her legs shook from fear when she had nearly fell.
He had never thought of a woman's back as sexy, but hers was. He wanted to lick up the indentions of her spine feeling the tremble directly beneath his tongue.
Her body was hardly contained by the lace lingerie and he was aching for her, every time her body shifted to stretch for the next step he was granted secret glimpses.
The soft skin just beneath the weight of her breasts, the place he wanted to run his tongue across.
He had stifled a moan when he caught for a small second the sight of her delicate feminine core, his nails became claws to dig into his palm and draw blood at the sight, pale blonde curls that guarded his haven.
He had wanted to climb up the vines beneath her. Finding that sweet invitation with his mouth, his tongue, as she withered above him, hands fisted on the vines. Her moans loud into the night. He had never given a woman pleasure like that and ached to touch his lips to her core and taste the evidence of her arousal for him. He knew what he would find there; heat and wetness and his entire body shook at the thought.
Taking his thoughts reluctantly away from the sweet mystery of her body, he was also a little curious about her.
It was the dry season and this deep in the rainforest, temperatures dropped to around freezing and possibly below, and yet she seemed undisturbed by the cold, if anything she seemed to be hot. Unusual for a human, especially a human in nothing but lingerie. He had thought about waiting for her to finish climbing down, and then observe her move through the rainforest and discover how apt she was at it.
He was curious and a little concerned about what she could be. If she had power she could leave him, he knew he would find her again, but the thought still concerned him. Especially as he wasn't sure what she was.
If she was a jaguar she could maneuver through the rainforest easily, hiding aptly in its depths. But she wasn't jaguar, he could usually smell the scent of the animal on them, and he couldn't smell that on her. His thoughts into her heritage where disturbed as he looked up to see her fall from the vines.
He had felt a shimmer of power lick over his body before the fall, and scanned the area for any interference.
There wasn't any.
He frowned as he watched her fall to the dark floor of the rainforest. He wanted to rush to her aid and catch her, but also he wanted to see how she would land. He grinned when he saw her land on her bottom within the decaying vegetation covering the dark floor. Well, at least he could cross off her being jaguar.
He had enjoyed talking with her, well sparring with her, her cheeks flushed an attractive rose when she had fantasies of killing him, floating through her mind.
When she had told him her plan to leave he had allowed his feelings bubbling beneath the surface to be seen, he couldn't yet identify all of them, but he knew the name of one; rage.
He was about to issue another warning for her to follow his commands, when the scent of her sweet blood drifted to him on the light breeze. The scent made his incisors pierce through his gums and ache to pierce that tanned throat before him. He mentally shook his head in an attempt to rid it of thoughts of hunger and replaced them with the note she was injured.
His mind took over at the thought, every protective and possessive instinct rushing to the forefront as he strode determinedly towards her.
She would stay and she would be safe.
He grabbed her before she could protest and crushed her to his chest, muffling her angry tirade of insults and commands for him to drop her. He ignored her and lifted them off the ground, taking them through the branches of the lower canopy, floating towards the sky and the entrance of the cave.
Her nails dug into his back as she gasped against his chest and he shivered at the welcomed contact. He knew she had felt his response and still she didn't remove her hands. He cradled his face over her blonde curls in a protective gesture as he floated through the vine doorway she had created, once more into the darkness of the cave interior, replacing the vines behind them, blocking out all light.
He didn't release her, he only walked unwaveringly to the heated pool hidden deep in the cave. He lit candles as they passed them causing her to gasp once more and he could feel her heart pound with fear.
Well, whatever she was, Nicholas was now sure she had no idea about it, and relaxed at the thought of her being unable to leave his side.
He turned her bodily to lay over his arms like a child would, and unclipped her lingerie and began to remove it. Even though this was a purely necessary step to allow her to heal, he couldn't help the way his body and mind reacted.
He didn't want to remove it slowly, he was starved for a glimpse of her body, almost begging himself to rip the offend material away from her skin. Presenting her to him like a present, an offering.
He clenched his teeth as he worked at her bra, slowly removing it from her body, she seemed still so shocked by his candle and flying "trick" that she didn't protest as he removed the lace from her body. He groaned at the bounty the lace had been guarding, golden flesh peaked with rosy pink.
The coolness of the chamber or the heat of his gaze caused them to tighten, a pure enticement for his lips.
He couldn't stand it.
That rosy peak so close to him.
His tongue snaked out over his lips.
Not now, but soon, oh so soon, he would feel that nipple deep in his mouth, rolling upon his tongue.
He lowered her into the pool, and was still surprised she didn't fight him. He entered her mind and found confusion, acceptance she could never escape him and a hint of - he groaned at his find; she was aroused.
He would heal her and then make her scream for him never to stop...
Thank you for reading :-)
xemmalisax