Ynyr (Tornians Book 3) (21 page)

“Come on,” her hands went to his shirt and started unbuttoning it. “If you’re not going to eat, then you are going to rest. It’s been a long day.”

“It has.” He agreed tiredly shrugging out of his shirt, then tossing it behind him. Twisting, he sat down heavily on the cushions, toeing off his boots as his hands went to his pants.

Abby forgot that she was supposed to be helping him as she watched the muscles of Ynyr’s back bunch and flex as he moved. Goddess he was so beautiful… slowly reaching out her fingers trailed along his back, learning the shape and contour of each perfect muscle. He was so warm… and strong… and he was all hers.

“Abby…” Ynyr’s gruff whisper had her raising heavy-lidded eyes to him.

“Yes?” She asked then suddenly realized how tense he had become beneath her touch. Goddess what was she doing? He was exhausted and here she was feeling him up. Blushing, she ducked her head and reached for the bottom of one pant leg. “Here, let me help you with that,” she said pulling.

“Abby…” One of Ynyr’s hand stilled hers as the other tipped her face up to his. “What is wrong, Abby? Why did you stop touching me? Do you no longer wish to? Is it something you no longer like to do?”

“Oh, I like to.” She looked into his eyes and saw his doubt, doubt that she enjoyed touching him put there by her. She couldn’t allow that. “I
really
like too Ynyr.” Reaching out she ran a hand over his chest. “You are so beautiful….” She whispered.

“Beautiful?” Now it was Ynyr’s turn to blush. “I’m not beautiful… females are beautiful not males.”

“Oh, you are so wrong.” She gave him a small smile. “Should I tell you what I think makes you so beautiful?”

Finding he could not speak as Abby continued to run her hand over his chest, he just nodded.

“Well, first there is the fact that your body is beautifully built,” she added a second hand to his chest, knowing she would never be able to adequately appreciate such a massive area with just one hand. “I have never seen anything as perfect as you. Only the Goddess herself could have created something this magnificent. I wonder who her inspiration was…” Abby’s voice trailed off as she leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his chest.

“Abby…” Ynyr choked out. Never had he thought of his body like this before, as something that would please her to touch. It was just a tool to him, one that he has honed so it would best serve his future Lord. Now he was glad he had trained so hard if it made him appealing to his Abby.

Rising to her knees Abby gently pressed him back onto the pillows that she had piled along the top of the cushions. “Lay back Ynyr and I will tell you more about what I think is beautiful about you.”

Releasing a heavy sigh Ynyr allowed her to press him back and swung his legs up onto the makeshift bed, surprised at how wonderful it felt just to lay down.

Abby wasn’t surprised. She could see the fatigue around his eyes, there were little lines around them that hadn’t been there when he had woken that morning. He had been going strong for nearly twenty-four hours by her estimate, what with the flight and time change and hadn’t faltered. She was tired and she had gotten in a nap before he returned.

“You are so strong Ynyr,” she whispered, reaching down to finish freeing his other leg from his pants.

As she did Ynyr bent the leg closest to her and moved it so she was now between his naked limbs. “Take off your covering Abby,” he ordered softly.

“I will,” she said, tossing his pants aside not caring where they landed, “in a minute, but first, do you know how it makes me feel to know that you are strong? So strong that I know you can always protect me.” She allowed her fingers to run up each leg, starting at his ankles enjoying the feel of his hair roughened skin of his calves before moving up to his thick muscular thighs that quivered ever so slightly under her touch. “But I also know you would never use that strength to hurt me.”

“I would end my own life first,” he vowed, gasping as her fingers slid along inside his thighs causing him to widen them further.

Abby lifted his heavy balls carefully fondling them. “I know that, but I would never want you to do that,” she gazed at him with serious eyes while she squeezed the sensitive body part in her hands, just enough for his eyes to widened slightly. Knowing she had made her point she relaxed her hold. “It would destroy me to lose you Ynyr.”

Looking down, she saw that even though he was exhausted, his shaft was thickening and starting to rise with her touch. “Even now you are showing your strength.” Her fingers slowly abandoned his balls to flutter along his thickening shaft. “Your body should not be able to do this Ynyr. You are exhausted.”

“That matters not,” he told her, “not when you are near. You are my Lady. My Abby. Even after I have drawn my last breath and I have met the Goddess, I will respond to you Abby, for I am yours and can do nothing else.”

Abby’s eyes filled at Ynyr’s heartfelt words. Never had anyone, with such simple words told her that
she
mattered to them. Yes her family had always told her that they loved her and they had shown it to her, but this… this was completely different… this was
Ynyr
telling her he would love her forever… that he would love her beyond the grave… that he would never abandon her… not as her family had done with their dying. Abby knew it was illogical, but it had been the way she had felt when she woke up in that hospital bed. They had all left her… and they hadn’t even said goodbye… deep inside that little girl she had once been had wondered if they just hadn’t cared enough to say goodbye… What Ynyr had just said was that he would never tell her goodbye either… but that was because he would never leave her… not even in death.

Leaning down, she gently nuzzled his shaft, pulling his scent deep into her lungs, letting her soul absorb it, until it would always be a part of her. Only then did she continue up his body, worshipping his body until she was eye to eye with him.

“But do you want to know what I think the most beautiful part of you is?” She asked, gazing deep into his eyes.

“I do.” Ynyr whispered desperate to hear her words, but just as desperate for her kiss.

“It’s what you have in here,” she gently touched his temple, “and what you have in here.” She put a hand over his heart. “That is the most beautiful to me. You are such a fit, strong and worthy male Ynyr. It is there for all to see. But it is what they can’t see… what you’ve revealed only to me that I think is the most beautiful. You have the most beautiful thoughts Ynyr… about your universe… your people… your brothers… you care so much that you would even risk yourself even for a female you did not know, one who sat crying on the other side of a hedge… that you would allow me to become your female… it humbles me.”

“Goddess Abby.” Ynyr pulled her head down to his for a searing kiss. “Don’t you know that it is
you
that humbles me?” He kissed her again, this time with less force but no less emotion. When his lips slowly stopped moving Abby lifted her head and found he had fallen into an exhausted sleep.

“Stubborn male.” She muttered, but there was no heat in her words just concern. “What does he think he is? A God?” Moving carefully, she reached for the blanket, then after covering them both, she settled into her male’s arms and went to sleep.

∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞

“You don’t look anything like me.” The strange male voice had Ynyr jackknifing to his feet, his hand reaching for his sword ready to protect his Abby only all his hand found was bare hip. Stunned, he looked down and found that he was naked and his Abby was nowhere to be seen.

“Where is she?” Ynyr growled at the male standing before him wearing nothing but a short piece of material that covered him from waist to mid-thigh and a sword strapped to his side. Ynyr had never seen a male like him before, his skin… it changed colors as he moved, like a chameleon. He was large, larger than any male Ynyr had ever seen in both height and width and while he had the dark hair of a Tornian, his eyes glowed like a Kaliszian. Ynyr didn’t care who the male was or that
he
didn’t have a sword, Ynyr would make the male tell him where his Abby was… for his life was meaningless and empty without her.

“That is true.” The male said, his voice deep and seemed to echo through the universe.

“What is?” Ynyr demanded widening his stance so he would be better able to attack.

“That your life would be empty and meaningless without your female.”

“My
Lady
!” Ynyr instinctively corrected, his head jerking back as he suddenly realized that whoever this strange male was, he could read his thoughts. “Where is she?!!” He demanded. “What have you done to her?!!”

“I have done nothing with her.” The male said with an insulted look on his face. “Look.” He ordered.

Ynyr tensed as the male’s hand swept wide over the floor between them opening to revealing his Abby who lay sleeping peacefully a great distance below them, safe in his arms…
in his arms???
Ynyr stumbled and would have fallen through the floor had a strong hand not gripped his shoulder.

The floor closed, separating him from Abby.

“No!” Ynyr struggled uselessly against the grip. “I won’t be separated from her.”

“You won’t be! Of all the irrational…”

“What did you expect Raiden?” A beautiful voice asked. “When you pulled him from his Lady’s arms while he slept? What did
you
do when it happened to you?”

“I tore apart the universe looking for you.” The male growled, looking over his shoulder at the voice.

Suddenly Ynyr felt something around his waist and looking down found he now had material covering him from waist to knee. What was it?

“It is called a kril and
my
Goddess has no desire to view any other male but me.” Releasing Ynyr’s shoulder the male named Raiden moved towards the female, blocking Ynyr’s view of her as he gave her a gentle kiss.

“You just couldn’t resist could you.” Ynyr heard her tease lightly.

“She said only you could have created something that magnificent and wondered who your inspiration was… it made me… curious.”

“The original is always the best my love…” she laughed, running a hand over his chest before stepping around him.

When Ynyr finally saw the female he immediately dropped to his knees and bowed his head. “Goddess,” he whispered reverently.

“Rise Lord Ynyr. Your Abby is correct, that kneeling and bowing thing is irritating.” She waited until he had done as she commanded before she continued. “I see you have met my mate Raiden Nacy the Great, Emperor of all the Known Universes, the Bringer of Peace… and God.”

Ynyr watched as the male behind the Goddess smiled at her indulgently as she introduced him until she got to the ‘God’ part, then he rumbled unhappily.

“My Raiden…” the Goddess turned to look at him playfully, “does not like to be called a God.”

“It is an unearned title,” he grumbled.

“But it is what you are.” The Goddess shot back and Ynyr could tell this was an old argument.

“Emperor?” He asked carefully not sure how the two would react to his interruption.

“Yes!” The Goddess spun around smiling at him and the stars instantly brightened, but as her smile faded, they returned to their normal glow. “You have no knowledge of him, do you…”

“I… no Goddess I have never heard the name.” Ynyr admitted.

“Curses on Daco! He has totally erased you!” She turned to Raiden and the room began to tremble.

“It is alright, my love. Calm.” Reaching Raiden cupped her cheek. “It matters not whether I am remembered by others.
You
remember.”

“It does matter! It was written! It should have been passed down! Especially when one of your own…” The Goddess trailed off, her eyes returning to Ynyr. “I do remember, don’t I and since he is here… Sit!” The Goddess ordered and a chair suddenly appeared beneath Ynyr knocking him off his feet. He quickly grabbed at his kril that had flown up with the sudden movement, making sure he remained covered.

Raiden growled while the Goddess just laughed. Two chairs appeared for them and they sat much more gracefully than Ynyr had. “I already told you I know I have the best my love. I have no need to look elsewhere.”

“Still…” Raiden continued to glare angrily at Ynyr.

“I am going to tell you about your past Lord Ynyr.” The Goddess’ gaze returned to him. “It is something that never should have been forgotten.” Sitting back in her chair the Goddess began.

∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞

“Many… many… many millennia ago the universes were very different. There was basically one race… the race had no name because it didn’t need one, they were one and the greatest Emperor that ever ruled them was Raiden Nacy, the male that sits at my side.” The Goddess reached over to place her hand on his. Raiden immediately turned his over, gently holding hers.

“Emperor Raiden brought peace to all the known worlds.” She saw the question in Ynyr’s mind. “Yes Ynyr there were wars between the planets for while they were one race they didn’t always agree on how things should be done, many died over petty things.” Her eyes filled with pride as she looked to her mate. “Raiden changed that when he became Emperor, his feats of bravery and acts of kindness were whispered among the stars… as were the beauty of his looks…” The Goddess chuckled and Ynyr watched in amazement as all of Raiden’s colors appeared at once and darkened. He had blushed.