During the day, Jo and Star had remained at River’s side while Manota, Jazin, and he had taken care of business within their Houses. Any and all females with whom they had had as a lover were no longer there. The only females that remained were those who were mated, young children, or elderly women. It had not been an easy task as many of the females fought their transfer to another House.
In Torak’s House, Javonna had been the most difficult screaming, cursing, and finally threatening River’s life. It was only when she made that final statement that Torak had had enough. The threat against River was too much considering she was fighting for her life as Javonna spoke of ending it. Torak had threatened to have her put to death for the threat and Mul Kar had been only too eager to carry out the death sentence. Torak had noticed his Captain of the Guard was keeping close tabs on River’s condition and had even visited her on one occasion, though never alone. He knew any and everything that touched River’s life now. Never again would she be threatened or harmed if he could prevent it.
Nighttime was the time he spent with River. In the stillness of the night he would read to her, tell her stories of when he and his brothers were young, talk about his people, and brush her long hair telling her how much he loved her and needed her. He didn’t know if she heard him or not but it had been a time of healing for himself. He found for the first time in his life he wanted to know more about someone other than his men or his brothers. He wanted to know more about River. What her favorite color was, what she like to eat, what she did for relaxation, what type of stories she was interested in. In short, he wanted to know everything there was to know about her.
River was too tired to fight so she just nodded her head. “What happened? I know Jo and Star are alright but what about your brothers?”
Torak picked up the brush from the side table and carefully helped River into a sitting position. Her shoulders felt so small and fragile. It felt as if a soft breeze might blow her away. Torak gripped the brush tightly as he thought about how close he had been too losing her forever. Taking a deep breath to drive the pain away, he slid behind her on the bed pulling her so she was between his legs and leaning back against him. He began brushing her hair gently as he spoke.
“They are fine. Kev found some shell casings on the roof of the South House. The casings belong to a commonly used weapon preferred by assassins.”
River tried to turn around but she couldn’t as she was trapped between Torak’s arms and legs. “Why would anyone want to assassinate you?”
“I am the next leader of Kassin and head of the House of Kassin. There are many who are unhappy that our house supported the end to the war.”
“So you will always be in danger?” River asked with a shiver. It seemed like it didn’t matter what world you lived on; if you were powerful, you were in danger.
“Most of the time I am very safe. Our security forces are the best in the galaxy and I am very difficult to kill.” Torak murmured as he pressed a kiss into the side of River’s neck where he had pulled her hair back.
River shivered and she felt her womb clinch at the feel of his lips. Oh, but she wanted to feel his lips on her. Tilting her head to the side even more to expose more of her neck she laid her head on his shoulder.
“Ah, little one, you are so beautiful. My beautiful warrior woman.” Torak said as he laid the brush down on the bed and wrapped his hands around her stomach sliding them further up until they rested under her breasts.
River moaned as she relaxed back into Torak enjoying the feel of his strong arms wrapped around her. When he moved them up so the weight of her breasts rested in his palms River thought she would come right there. Never in her life had she felt so fragile, so beautiful, so loved. She could feel Torak’s hard cock pulsing against her back telling her he was not immune to what was happening.
“Torak.” River whispered laying her hands over his and guiding them up until they covered her breasts.
Torak groaned as he felt her nipples pebble in the palms of his hands. Pulling and pinching them through the soft, thin material he rocked his hips against River.
River’s breath was coming in small pants as Torak rolled her nipples between his fingers and the material of her gown. He pinched them just hard enough River jumped, leaning forward. Torak took advantage to scoot further under River so she was sitting on his lap, his cock pressed against her pussy. The only thing between his cock and her pussy was the thin material of his pants and her gown.
“Oh Torak.” River moaned rubbing her pussy on his hard length.