BATTLE SCARS: (Indigo Symbols Book II)

Chapter Forty-Four: I'm Devoured By My Very Own Ring Of Fire

REINA:
    Audrey flew across the room and slammed against the wall. She landed flat on her back and slowly got to her feet, her face filled with rage. I stepped forward, but Huntor stepped in front of me. "Enough Audrey. You don't lay another hand on her. Otherwise, you'll have me to deal with." "Fine." She wiggled her fingers. "I've been dying for a fight, let's go." She threw herself toward him. He spun, roundhouse kicking her in her head. Audrey sailed across the room but landed on her feet. Audrey ran for him, leaping over a bed, pass Kitana, Wenzi, Vera and Alexandra. They collided and I could've sworn I heard thunder boom. They rolled across the floor, exchanging punches and kicks. I saw Audrey land an uppercut to his jaw. Huntor's head snapped back, but he returned with a kick to her belly. Audrey swore and landed two vicious front snaps. She rose and he kicked out twice, sending her stumbling. He swept out with a Tiger Sweep. Audrey fell and Huntor rose.
    Audrey rolled to her feet and in the air, she lashed out. Huntor caught her foot and dropped her. He fell and for a sec, I thought Audrey dropped him, but I saw his feet flying at high speed, kicking her in her stomach faster than I ever thought possibly. His tongue rolled, like he was rolling his R, he seemed to get louder the more he kicked. Then he said something in another language and Audrey went flying. She crashed against the wall and slowly rose, this time from apparent agony. She clutched her stomach and abdomen, her face white with pain. "Don't try me again." Audrey said, "I hate you, oh, oh fuck I hate you." "The feeling is mutual." "I'll kill you." She said. "I'm fucking gonna kill you. You'll pay, for everything you're gonna pay for everything." "Go ahead and try." He said. "Many people have tried, none have succeeded, perhaps you will." She growled. "You'll pay. You'll pay for every, fucking, thing you've done to me." "Again, you can try. But no one can hold me down." Audrey stormed forward and passed Huntor. Kitana opened her fans in warning but Huntor shook his head. Audrey slammed the door as she left. "Well." Huntor said, running his fingers over his various bruises and cuts. "That could've gone so much better." Is it true?" Sarah asked. He shook his head. "Audrey and I have a very complicated history, very complicated and intense. She had to learn to let me go, now she has no choice, to her, the fact Reina and Iare together, as deeply in love as she wants to be with me, well, now she has no choice but to face that." I couldn't help the feeling of loss at his words, the drop in my heart, the guilt in my stomach because, because, because I might have, might have wanted it. "Will she be back?" Vera asked. "I need to think." Huntor said, and he turned and walked onto the balcony, effectively not answering Vera's question.
I felt a hand touch my arm. "You should talk to him." Brooklyn said. "Why?" I asked, as the others shook off the shock of the fight, and began to unbound for bed. "He needs you, only you right now." I opened my mouth but Brooklyn cut me off, "Just trust the Oracle on this ok?" "Is this one of those times where you feel? Feel I should go to him?" Brooklyn nodded. "He has battle scars Reina, more than any of us could ever count, most are internal. He and you though, you may share the same feeling, if not the same scars." I sighed, "Fine." I walked towards the doors and opened them. Huntor stood with his back to the doorway, his head in his hands. "He has battle scars Reina." Brooklyn had said. "Battle scars. More than most of us." "Huntor?" I asked. His head rose as I walked forward, the doors closing behind me. "Reina." His voice was horse. "I'm sorry I dragged you into this.""Actually, it was Veronica who did the dragging." I teased. The tease was weak, and it reminded me of the hole in my heart. He didn't laugh, or chuckle. "This war, all the blood, all the loss. Loosing our people every day, making friends, loosing them. Gods, holy Gods—"Why do you say that?" I asked gently, "You say Gods, with an S, not God. Why?" He went very silent, and very still. "Huntor?" I asked gently. "I don't judge, tell me, please." "All my life, all of my life, I was told my religion, told every time. All my life I was controlled or persuaded. I never had a choice, even though everyone said I did. Being something different, anything different was my only rebellion. I found a religion I could believe in because it made sense to me, I could understand it. I never tell people what it is because they judge and accuse." "What is it?" I asked. "One day I may tell you." I stepped in front of him. "Huntor?" I asked. "Hmm?" Remember how I kissed you, the first time?" He frowned. "Yes, I figured it was from worry and fear and just a bridge of emotions you couldn't control. Not to mention the bitch slap you gave me too." He rubbed his face as if it still hurt. "Can I do it again?" i asked. Now his face was blank with shock and surprise, his hand freezing on his cheek. Without waiting, I stepped forward, and kissed him.
His hands slid up to hold my hips. I pushed my lips against his, feeling a flash, no, an explosion, no, an eruption, like the ring of fire just erupted at once in my body. All the volcanoes just erupting, blasting fountains of lust and sexual desire in me, out of me, so powerful and so fast I found my hands grasping for him, pulling at him, trying to get him to rub in between my legs. Huntor pulled away though and through the haze, I saw absolute shock, shock, and the same lust in his eye that had to be in my own eyes. "Rey." His voice was so damn sexy, deep and wolfish, just like that damn smile he always gave me. "Rey, what—"Now." My voice was a moan, a deep, sexual moan that surprised me, surprised, and excited me. "Touch me now, feel me now, be against me." Suddenly I was so desperate Ifound myself pushing against him, feeling his hard flesh and grinding there. His hands did reach up, through my shirt, his fingers were so warm as he cupped my breasts, as he felt my nipples, as they hardened, as he began to squeeze. I couldn't help the primal moan that shot from my lips. "More." I moaned. "More more more more. Oooh, oooh, yes, more." he growled and his mouth left mine to trace over my neck. I moaned, hard and deep. He rocked his hips, moving his hard flesh against my wet desire. "Harder." I moaned. "Harder, fast."I felt it, tightening, squeezing me, could feel it coming, starting somewhere in the very pit of my belly, then squeezing and burning it's way down. "Oh Huntor, yes, oh, oh yes, ooo, ooo, ooo, yes." He moved faster against me, squeezing my breasts, his lips over mine. I couldn't think, couldn't do anything but moan for more. My tongue was against his, my teeth sinking into his bottom lip. I gasped as the climax hit, as he swallowed my moans, my screams of pleasure. My hips jcrked, heat squeezing out of me like someone wrapped their fist around my pleasure and closed it hard. I jerked, faster and faster, making small high moaning sounds, like the actual climax was being jerked out of me, like he was actually drinking it in. But when I was done, the hunger came back full force. "Again." I moaned, not even feeling sore. "With pleasure." With that wore, he spun me around and I felt my but hit him.
Before i could moan at the new sensation of having him pressed between my cheeks, his fingers slid swiftly in between my legs. "My Wolf." I found myslf moaning. "Yes, touch me, right there, right there." I jerked my hips against him, rubbing my cheeks against him, feeling his hard flesh, and enjoying it. he pushed against me, pushing my hips upward. "Yes Wolf." I moaned. "Take me Wolf, touch me, show me how much you want me. How good I feel against you. Show me how good I fel against you, rubbing against you." He growled in my ear, just like a wolf. I moaned as his talented fingers stroked and pushed. His other hand squeezing my breast, pinching my nipple, just added a small bit of pain to the galactic explosion of pleasure and need that seemed to surround us. He turned and twisted, my cheeks moving over him, grinding and massaging, his fingers stroking and touching, pushing and, ad, and, We both climaxed hard, I felt him, actually felt his flesh jerking against my cheeks as I jerked against his fingers. I slowed my hips as he slowed. We stood for a moment, ok fine, it was probably half an hour. We just stood, my butt still against him, his fingers stroking my belly. Finally he asked, "Rey, what is this?" I knew what he meat, "Rey, what are we?"
"We're whatever we are." I said. "This isn't just sex." "Not even close." I said, snuggling deeper against him. He groaned, but I heard the chuckle. "Thank you." I said. "For?" "For everything, a new home, a new family, friends, people, and you." He ran his fingers up my hip, over my breast, then paused over my heart. "You are very welcome. But thank you, for giving me someone who ca actually love, or care for me." "She only wanted you for sex, that's all it was?" "Yes." He said. "It was only sex, but you, you make me feel so much more. I need to feel more when I'm with you." "You make me feel too." I said softly. "You make me feel things I never thought I'd ever feel before." He squeezed my left breast, but there wasn't any sexuality in it, no, this time, it was love, actual love in the massage. "I love that." I moaned. He chuckled. Come on, I need to thank Brooklyn." "Why." "She sent you out here. I have no doubt she suspected what would go on here." Laughing quietly, I took his hand, and we walked in the doors together.