by Fiona Jayde
Bodeth and I hoot with laughter as Laoth gives us all a rare smile.
“What about you, Tarian? What’s your story,” Bodeth asks.
“I don’t think we need to hear that one right now,” he replies. “Not nearly as entertaining as your stories, my friends.”
“Oh, tell us,” I say. “I want to hear it. I bet you were very charming.”
“Well, I learned a lot from my brother, so you would know,” he says, looking at me with glittering eyes.
I can’t hide my smile as thoughts of Kyllell bring unwanted heat to my cheeks. Warmth pools low in my belly. “Does Kyllell have a history of charming females?” I’m a bit sick at the thought, but it’s something I feel perversely driven to know.
“He’s famous for it,” Dywrr replies. “The number of females he has brought to his bed…”
“Legendary,” Bodeth agrees. “He was a hero to many of us when we were young soldiers. He seemed to know all the tricks.”
“Not all of them, apparently,” Tarian replies. “He doesn’t seem to know how to capture Ada.”
“Has he not caught you?” Laoth says, showing me some surprising amount of interest. “I was hoping. Your bond seems weak still. Perhaps you would consider a walk with me tonight.”
“Or with me,” Dywrr replies.
“Do not listen to them,” Bodeth says. “I’m the one you will be happiest with. Come to my room tonight, and I will show you pleasure like you’ve never before experienced.”
I already know that at this point, they’re all being flirtatious teases. I wag a scolding finger in their direction, but Tarian surprises me by joining in.
“Yes,” he says, “I think you should consider your options, Ada. If my brother is going to take his time making you his mate, you should explore other Elysium males. Accept their offers to court you. You never know. You may find that you wish to become bed partners with…all of them.”
I give him a questioning look, but all I get is an enigmatic grin. He knows very well that I would never consider one of these soldiers over Kyllell. And these poor Elysiums are awaiting their opportunity to join the mating program to find their true bond mates. I get that The Burning is getting to them, but they all want the real thing. A female of their own. Well, everyone except Tarian, that is. I can’t quite figure him or his motives out yet.
“You guys know I’m not at all interested…” I start to say, but I don’t get a chance to finish. The door to the kitchen flies open, revealing a very angry Elysium warrior on the other side.
“Kyllell!” I exclaim, not even bothering to hide my relieved smile.
He storms into the room, grabbing my arm and hauling me up against him.
Seriously? I thought we were past this caveman routine. Then I remember I’m surrounded by four, unmated males and decide to cut him some slack. He shoves me behind him, throws back his right fist, and lands a blow to Tarian’s face that is so vicious in nature, I can’t believe his brother is able to remain upright.
Tarian recovers quickly, rubs his jaw, and then spits out a green substance before a delighted smile lights up his features.
Such an asshat.
“You took her,” Kyllell manages to spit out. His voice is much lower than normal.
“You know it had to be done, Kyllell, and we took special care of her in your absence. Didn’t we?” Tarian’s crew devolves into another round of shameless laughter as they look between me and Kyllell with a teasing light in their expressions. Dywrr sends me a wink, a wholly human gesture, and I barely manage to stifle back my laughter. Poor Kyllell. He must have been so worried.
“Do not follow us,” he says.
Tarian raises his ridged brow but sits back in his chair, making no move to rise. “Upstairs on the right,” he says.
Kyllell nods and turns to me. “Come,” he growls.
“Wait a minute,” I say. I’m incredibly happy to see him again, but we have some major issues to discuss with his brother.
My stubborn devil is having none of it. He scoops me into his arms and carries me out the door. I hear whoops and laughter from the crew, and a particularly obnoxious chuckle from Tarian.
Double asshat. Must run in the family.
I walk up the stairs, taking them two at a time. Ada is fairly still in my arms, but I can feel her smoldering with a bit of frustration. I know she does not like to be handled in this way.
Too bad. Her conversation with Tarian’s crew has completely undone my already tenuous control. I do not know what makes her think she has the right to be upset when I am the one who worried, for eight rotations, about her succumbing to another male, and then just listened to her being propositioned by a bunch of warriors.
Warriors with a much clearer place in this world than I currently possess.
We reach the bedroom, and she starts hitting my arm.
“Put me down,” she says. I do as she asks, but she continues to hit my shoulder. It does not hurt; it feels more like light kisses than anything else. The thought of her kisses makes me hard, but she is still hitting me, angry, so I think I should probably wait to kiss her.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she hisses at me. “We have things to discuss with your bother and not a lot of time to discuss them in.”
“What do I think I am doing? I am claiming you,” I bite out. “Those warriors, they thought they could pull you to them. If I do not make a show of fighting for you, they will become relentless in their pursuit of you.”
“Make a show?” Her face drains of color, but I’m not sure what it is I have said to upset her.
And none of this was my intent. I meant to discuss the dangers we now face and discover where her heart is at this point. Does she still want to return to Earth? It would be safer for her if she did, but my instincts are riding me hard, and I can’t even attempt to do the honorable thing with all of those unmated males in the same house as my bond mate. I must have her and claim her. There must be no doubt in any of their minds as to where she belongs.
“Your worry is too little too late at this point,” she says in a stiff tone. “They already tried to claim me, Kyllell. They were all lassoing the shit out of me at first, but I had it under control. Give me a little credit here.”
I growl low in my throat at the thought of any of those males using their pull on Ada.
“How dare you growl at me? I didn’t ask them to flirt with me, and that pull thing doesn’t work.”
“You felt it? You felt the pull but resisted it?”
She shakes her head, rubbing a hand across eyes that I’m noticing for the first time look weary and drained. My Ada. I am causing her more stress and accusing her of things she has no control over. She cannot help the way these males react to her.
“Your pull is stronger than the others, but I was able to handle it. I resisted because I don’t like to be lured and pulled around by that freaky mind-controlling shit. I will choose who I want to spend the rest of my life with.”
“Well, who do you choose? Dywrr, Bodeth, or perhaps my brother is more to your liking.” I’m acting like an unmitigated ass, but I can’t seem to stop.
She flinches back as if my words are a physical slap to the face, and I’m immediately ashamed of myself. I’m ready to beg her forgiveness, but she’s already responding to that low blow.
“Are you serious? What is this, the fifth grade? That’s not what I meant at all. I’m not taking applications here, but if you’re so convinced that the intimate night we spent together meant nothing to me, then maybe I should just go back downstairs and pick a different Elysium.”
I grow still, roiling anger sinks its teeth within my gut. “What do you mean, pick a different Elysium?”
“I mean, if you really think I’m that fickle, then maybe I should just go downstairs right now, say yes to Dywrr or Laoth, and let them take me as their bed partner. Hell, why not all of them at once?”
That breaks me completely, and my tenuous control snaps. I’m running on
instinct now, and Ada is my prey. I grab her and crush her to me with a hungry kiss, attempting to sear her with the intensity of my emotions. My tongue circles in her mouth, aggressive, dominant. She moans, her tongue mating with mine before she finally gets control of herself and breathlessly pushes me away again. “I am not yours. I do not belong to anyone—”
I snarl then, my horns burning as hard as my cock. I back her up against the wall, conquering any distance between us. My blood roars with anger and arousal.
“You belong to me.”
“No,” she says, panting. “I belong only to me.”
“Not anymore. I will make you say it.”
I have never been so hard in my life. Her fight, her hands pushing against me, only makes me want her more. I can smell her cunt, soaked with her arousal. Despite my strength, despite my body towering over her, there is no hint of fear. Only rage and desire that match my own.
I whisper roughly in her ear. “You are mine, you understand? I am going to lick your cunt until you scream. I am going to push my cock inside you. I’m going to fuck you until you cannot remember the name of any other male.”
At first, she groans a little, her desire clear, but then she clears her throat and stares at me defiantly. “Don’t you dare.”
This makes me ache more than ever. My warrior. My fierce female. I hook the underside of her shirt and pull it over her head. I point to her bra. “Take it off.” She looks at me for a moment, deciding if she will refuse. But then, with eyes as hard as steel, she reaches behind her and unhooks it, letting the straps fall from her shoulders to reveal her heavy, round breasts, tips peaked and ready for my tongue.
I immediately dip my head, licking and suckling at one nipple and then another as she grips my shoulders and holds on tight, her soft moans growing frantic with need. Then she shoves me away, panting heavily, lust blazing from her eyes.
“We need to talk about this. Stop trying to distract me.”
Distract her? I will do far better than that. I quickly strip before her, never taking my gaze from hers until I am standing there naked, my cock jutting out proud and hard for her. She stares at it and licks her lips, nearly making me cum as I think about her tongue traveling the length of it.
I move my hands over her breasts, making her shudder. I run my fingers over her stomach to the waistband of her pants. She leans into me. I loop my fingers over the edge of her pants and pull them off along with her panties. I groan, my cock desperate to sink into her.
She slaps me across the face. “Fuck you,” she says, her voice deep with arousal.
I grab her, my hands gripping her ass hard. I pull her to me, my cock resting against her belly. “You feel that?”
She nods, unable to speak.
“Are you ready for me to take what is mine? Are you ready for me to fuck you?”
She does not answer, but stares at me, her cheeks blazing with heat, her eyes warring between lust and fury. Her silence seems to be the only show of defiance she can muster. I am eager to subdue any and all defiance she sends my way, relishing the challenge it poses.
“If you will not tell me you are ready, I will have to check your cunt myself.”
I’m no longer holding back, waiting for her to agree to our mating. The Burning demands that I make her mine, turning me into a beast with no conscience at all, only primal need and predatory instincts. I must conquer her fully if I’m to have any chance at convincing her to stay, dangers be damned. I will protect her. I will keep her safe no matter what we face on this planet.
I put my hand between her thighs and brush two fingers against one lip and then the other. She lets out a low whimper, and I don’t even bother to suppress my groan. She is bathed in her own nectar, ready for my thickness. My fingers find the sensitive nub beneath her tender hood. I circle it gently, pulling out her desire. Her scent surrounds me, driving me feral with need. She is moaning now, thrusting her pelvis against my hand, her breasts bouncing with the effort.
“Tell me what you want.”
She shakes her head. Stubborn female. I punish her with a teasing lick on the very tip of one nipple, hard enough to send a bolt of pleasure through her, but not enough to bring her to fulfillment. She gasps, and I quickly thrust my tongue into her mouth, swallowing her soft moans as she continues to grind her cunt against my hand. I pull back and lick along the gentle curve of her neck. Perhaps she is ready to answer me now.
“Tell me what you want.” It is not a request, and she knows it. I push harder against her clit, circling faster and faster, stimulating her arousal even further and denying her what she needs most. I lightly lick inside her ear and then blow cool air across it before pulling back to look at her. She pants, her eyes meeting mine as passion and defiance mingle.
“I want you,” she groans. I sink my teeth into her ear to pull more from her, and she cries out, “Please.”
I growl with satisfaction and reward her by plunging two fingers into her sweet nectar. Her blissful cry brings a wicked smile to my lips. “Do you like that?” I ask, pumping my fingers in and out of her wet cunt.
“Yes.”
“Say my name.”
“Kyllell,” she pants with no hesitation.
“Who do you belong to?” I say, moving one finger back to her clit and giving it light strokes while keeping the other embedded deep within her.
“You,” she cries out, my hand punishing and rewarding her at the same time. “Kyllell, I belong to you.”
I circle her clit faster and faster. I can feel her clenching, moving toward her release.
“Yes,” I say. “You are mine. This is how I worship what is mine.”
Moving my hands back to her ass, I pick her up so that her ankles lock behind me. With her back balanced against the wall, I bring my cock to her entrance and gently steal into her folds. There I remain, teasing her clit with my finger as I stay slightly buried between those tantalizing lips. I feel her muscles clench around the tip of my cock, and I grind my teeth, wanting to bury myself deep within her seductive warmth, but I would have her begging. She will tell me she is mine, she will ask for it, demand it, before she is mine in every way imaginable.
“Kyllell,” she whispers. She closes her eyes and tries to thrust her hips forward, but I keep her pinned against the wall, unable to move unless I will it. “Please. I need more. I need you deep inside me.”
“Say it again. Who do you belong to?”
She sucks in a deep breath as I extend a claw and flick the tip of her clit.
“You. I belong to you.”
“Do you give yourself to me completely?”
“Yes.” Her hands come up to my neck, and then she grabs the sensitive base of my horns.
The pleasure shoots straight through my body to the very tip of my cock, and I can no longer hold back. I drill into her depths, pushing my cock inside her velvety warmth until I am buried to the hilt.
And then we are fucking. I pound her against the wall, my fingers caressing her clit as I take her rough and hard. She cries out, tilting her head back until her throat is exposed. I cannot control my next actions. She said she was mine. She agreed to be my everything, and her aura is already tugging at my own energies.
With her neck exposed, I allow my incisors to extend. I sink them into her soft, slick skin where neck meets shoulder while pulling out and then plunging my enormous rod into her channel. She cries out her pleasure as I continue to pump my cock into her wet folds while her cunt clenches and milks my length. Slowly, the liquid properties within my incisors release into her veins, changing her scent, marking her skin, and opening her aura to me completely. There is no turning back now. I have full access to her spirit, and it will open for no other. I keep my teeth buried in her neck to release other properties that will heighten her pleasure. The sweet taste of her juices on my tongue drive me to ecstasy as the juices of her cunt cover my cock and drip a slow, sensuous trail down my naked thighs.
She cries my name as I suck and lick th
e puncture marks on her neck, driving into her over and over again until I finally feel her clenching with ecstasy. Pressure builds at the base of my cock, throbbing in rhythm to the pulsing of my horns. My sacks are filled to the brim, vibrating with tension, preparing for release. We go over the edge together, crying out in unison, and my cum explodes, my sacks emptying all at once, drenching her walls with their tingling serum. I sink my teeth into those puncture marks one more time to begin the bonding. In that moment, I reach out with my aura, take that cord of spiritual energy that is bound to my center, and find her essence. Her aura welcomes me, unfurling its colorful petals like the silky, wet folds of her precious cunt.
I find the entry point at the very center of this budding flower and plunge my cord within, praying that she won’t fight this, praying that she will accept my cord as eagerly as she has accepted my cock. She must mix her energies with my own and bond with me forever. I sense no resistance as our auras meld and the cord tethers itself to her center. The petals of her aura pull the cord tight and stroke it at the base, securing it, gently caressing it within their folds, sending scorching spikes of arousal throughout my entire body. Her essence beckons me in, accepting all of me with more love than I thought possible.
She is willing, happy. Our spirits swirl around each other, bonding us together forever. I can feel her in my heart as I tug on that precious cord. Then I drill into her soaking, velvety channel with greedy abandon, feeling the tension build, her cunt so tight, her walls eagerly clamping around my stiff cock, until the friction sends us spiraling over the edge.
We cum all over again, breaking into a million shards of euphoria.
And it is beautiful.
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Ada
I wake up in a feather bed next to the most intoxicating devil I have ever known in all my life. My emotions are spiraling out of control as I consider what I just gave to Kyllell. Yes, some might say it was just sex, but I knew it would never be “just sex” with him.