Ileus: The Dark Prince

Anastasia's breath quivered under the touch of his hot, sensuous male. She swallowed her saliva down her throat as her mind went into a tizzy. Overwrought with emotions, she thought that she might swoon and wondered if all girls did the same under such circumstances. Even though she felt slightly dizzy under the effect of the woodsy, spicy scent emanating from his sex-on-legs male, her mind stayed intractably alert. She swayed a little and as if governed by instinct, his body moved with her to support her, his muscles tightening around her to support her. 

Ileus was pressed against her completely, the droplets of water spraying around him, making him wet in the front and soaking her in the front. Every breath she took was filled with his intoxicating scent. She couldn't breathe, for her heart was refusing to slow enough for her to make sense for her condition. 

She was too dizzy at the moment, but she tried to focus on the rocky surface of the crevice where his hand was braced. She looked at the muscles and the skin on his hand and she wondered how could a man be so flawless. Her eyes reached the red scar formed on his shoulder where the blood had caked earlier but now it was washed because of the rains. When her eyes fell on his lips, she saw the points of white fangs through his parted lips and she had this sudden sensation as to how they would feel on her skin. Gods, was she crazy? His raven black hair was stuck on his nape and she had this urge to intertwine her fingers through them. 

"Are you okay now?" he asked as he wedged his thigh between hers to support her. He was pressed so tightly against her that his deep throaty rumble voice vibrated against her. The vivacious, potent masculinity was all around her and the sensation was alien. She hadn't felt the same with Kaizan at all. The sensation she felt was terrifying but why was it that she felt excited and complete? Her emotions shocked her greatly. The way he looked at her with his too familiar golden eyes, the way his warm breath fell over her neck… heat pooled in her belly. Her breasts became heavy and she wanted to push them against him. 

"I am f— fine," she said in a hoarse voice. "I hope Kaizan is fine too." 

"I think he must have found cover in this vast jungle," he replied with a voice tinged with jealousy. 

"But he is hurt," she said. "I saw the black and blue patch on his back." 

Ileus stiffened. "That werewolf is hardy and can take care of himself. Don't underestimate him. You should be bothered about yourself." His hand gently went to the side of her belly and his two-days' worth shave grazed her ears like a caress. Her eyes met his twin golden flames and his head dipped lower to the extent that his lips brushed against the skin of her forehead. She wanted to think that this was an accidental touch but why was her mind saying that this was deliberate? His lips were so firm and soft against her forehead mingled with his warm breath that a wave of heat surged through her body. 

"That is nothing," he replied. Wasn't she seeing how badly injured he was? "I fought and killed a bear for you," he added in a rough, sexy voice. 

"I am sorry you had to go through so much trouble." Her eyes became hooded, and she noticed the muscles of his chest and neck. They were corded and bulging. The way his chest and thigh supported her, even in this deluge, she felt heated against his skin. The only place which seemed strange was the place between him and her belly. The man was erect like the mountain itself. She gulped and squirmed in order to accommodate this new position, but Ileus sucked in a sharp breath and held her hips with both his hands, forcing her to stop moving. 

"Are you genuinely concerned about me?" he asked. 

Anastasia stifled a whimper as her throat became dry. She was titillated beyond words. But at the same time if the man forced him on her, she braced to attack him. In her mind she calculated the risk and what she would do. 

One of hands snaked just above her spine, and he stroked her back in slow caressing movement as if he was trying to calm down a feral pet. Anastasia was completely taken aback. She was bracing for an attack if this lusty man forced himself on her, but he was calming her nerves? When she did not respond, he curled his finger beneath her chin and urged her to look in his eyes. She found herself getting mesmerized by those golden eyes, and realized that this man meant no harm. "Don't worry, Anastasia," he said. "The rain is over and I am going to take you out of here now, okay?" 

She nodded and when he turned, she almost cried. She waited for him to jump off the ledge to an even ground. He extended his hand for her to slowly come down. She sat on the ledge, still feeling shaky about the whole encounter. He scooped her down and set her on the ground. She stood there for a while letting her thoughts and nerves settle because she too was aroused as hell. 

The firm pressure of his body against hers… Anastasia scolded herself for those thoughts and then turned to walk up. Ileus stayed only a few paces behind her. All the while she kept thinking what a healthy, virile man he was. Kaizan joined them when the sun was up in the skies. 

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After dinner Iona walked to the tents on the opposite side and she was shown one of the shared tents. There were four beds and one of the women pointed her to her bed. There was a man sleeping right next to hers. She was aghast, but she picked up her bedroll and curled to the far corner of the bed. As soon as warmth hit her, she drifted off to deep sleep… emerald eyes haunting her… 

She jolted awake with a loud crash and laughter that followed it. She peeked her head out only to find that on the fourth bed, a man and two women were having crazy sex. She didn't know where one began and the other ended. 

She closed her eyes tightly but they were making so much noise that it was like stabbing her virgin ears. Iona slid out of the tent and no one noticed her. Chilly gusts of wind slapped against her cheeks and bare skin, making her teeth chatter. It was a clear blue sky and she looked up at the moon, a thin slice in the night sky. She started walking towards a clearing in the darkness. The clearing was so beautiful, so serene that it soothed her. Suddenly two hands grabbed her and pulled her back. 

"Watch out!" a deep, throaty, angry voice came from behind her as she found herself nestled against rock-hard muscles of a heaving chest. "Were you planning on jumping off the cliff?" he asked, his breath shaky.