Erecting Barriers

by L. J. Vickery

  “Let’s move this party upstairs.” Marduk cleared the room, but not fast enough.

  Bee-Dee’s eager fingers were already under Kulla’s loincloth, seeking his flesh, wrapping fingers around the pulsating length of him. His hands were sloughing the gown from her shoulders, baring her breasts, but still Obedience didn’t care. If anyone lingered, the problem was theirs. All thoughts of decorum were gone from her head. She wanted her man. Kulla’s cock presented harder than she’d ever seen, and she couldn’t wait to sheath his glorious rock inside of her wanting pussy.

  As the last guest departed, her mate rucked the black dress up around her waist, and backed her to the altar, seeking her slick pussy with first his fingers, then his turgid cock. She leaped into his arms and wrapped her legs around his back, spreading her nether lips with the motion and inviting him in. He plunged. She screamed. The world dissolved. Only the two of them existed, skin on skin; breast to breast; Kulla, filling her up. And she, all warmth and wetness.

  Their senses combined and they became each other. Obedience suddenly knew all his sensations when he drove into her pussy, just as he felt it every time he hit the spot inside that drove her mad. Obedience took his hand and placed it between them, directing him to her pulsing clit, and she reveled at the deep moan that emerged from him as he played with it and experienced that, too.

  “That’s what it’s like for me.” She hissed, and licked the sweat that beaded on his neck. She grazed his brown nipple with her teeth and felt an answering rasp on her own, even though Kulla’s lips were busy seeking hers.

  “My gods.” Kulla said into her mouth. “This is too much.”

  Bee-Dee knew what he meant. It would be over quickly, but she didn’t mind. There would be centuries for this kind of loving. They could take their time later.

  She could feel his cock tightening, feel his balls drawing up. And the thought of him spilling into her while she experienced the headiness of both their orgasms had her flying over the edge. She screamed as she came, and his completion, close on the heels of hers, echoed inside her body. Her release became multiplied into a cacophony of shared and smoldering passion.

  She couldn’t breathe. Neither could Kulla. All they could do was clench, and grip, and feel spasm after spasm. Will it ever stop? she asked.

  Do you want it to? he keened.

  Did she? Bee-Dee smiled. A feeling unlike any other in her experience, washed over her. She belonged to someone. Really, truly belonged.

  Life was perfect, Kulla was perfect She was perfect. Bee-Dee leaned her head against her mate’s chest and let her laughter soar. Kulla’s voice joined hers and he squeezed her tight, the feeling of rightness surrounding them as both shoulders blazed in coital aftermath.

  “My Chosen,” said Kulla, and remembering how they’d just communicated, changed to mind-speak. My Chosen, my love and my life.

  Obedience looked up and met his eyes, shining with tears. I love that you’re in my head, she said, incredulously.

  As you are in mine…forever more. He moved again, inside in both mind and body. She put both hands behind his neck and dragged him down for a long, deep kiss. They might never get enough of each other.

  ****

  There’s a party going on upstairs. Obedience reminded her mate much later, in a very off-handed way, grinding her hips into his as he thrust. She smiled against his mouth when she heard his imperious decree.

  They’ll have to wait.

  Epilogue

  Beletseri came to, wondering what dug into her back. She felt cold, ice, and snow. What happened, and where the hell was she? Hell. She’d been there. The last thing she remembered? Gloating at the red-haired woman being thrown into her jail. Then what? She looked around.

  “Matthew.” Her lover sprawled in the snow next to her, laying on his stomach unconscious, his skin pale, and his lips blue. Oh, gods. Not dead. Please. She used her returning strength to roll him over. Her hand went to her mouth. His shoulder that held the amulet formed a bloody mass and she fought back panic. It couldn’t have been dislodged. He had to be all right or she would be dead, too.

  She tore a strip off her skirt and wiped away the matter that caked his wound. There it sat, intact. His amulet was still there and whole. Her heart beat again. She took up a shard of ice and sliced into her wrist, drawing forth her own blood. She held it over his open wound and poured her strength into him. She drew a deep breath when Matthew stirred, and his shoulder closed.

  “What…where…” He coughed. Bel held a finger to his lips.

  “Don’t try to talk,” she soothed. “I don’t know where we are, or how we got here, but we’re safe.” She hoped she spoke the truth. Part of her brain thought this might be a section of Hell she hadn’t seen before. A new punishment thought up by Nergal for her transgressions. She raised her head and sniffed. No, the air smelled too fresh for Hell. There wasn’t a bit of brimstone on the crisp wind. Matthew’s eyes cleared.

  “We’re okay?” he asked, running a tongue around the inside of his mouth, clearing the fuzz.

  “We are.” Bel brushed some snow from his brow. “I don’t remember moving us, though,” she admitted with a frown.

  “You didn’t,” Matthew allowed. “I did.”

  He struggled to sit up, and despite her protests, he not only managed, but wrapped her in his warm embrace once he’d made it. “You were busy with that woman, then Sal. And as the gods called for a retreat, I realized what they were about to do. I had just enough time to tackle you before they blew the place sky high.” He paused. “My last thought was getting us someplace far away, and safe. And here we are I guess.” Matthew finally had time to look around. She felt laughter bubbling up from within his chest.

  “I hate to tell you, but I think we’re in Antarctica,” he revealed.

  “That’s impossible, Matthew,” she scoffed. “Even if you could have managed to transport me, which gods can’t do with each other unless they’re royalty, we couldn’t have traveled so far from our original spot. We’re fast,” she allowed, “but not that fast.”

  “I hate to disagree.” He looked over her shoulder. “But do you see that little guy over there with the funny eyebrows?”

  Bel turned around and saw a penguin with some bushiness on its face. “Yeah,” she said, wondering what he hinted at.

  “I’ve seen enough Animal Planet to know that’s a Rockhopper Penguin, and they live far, far south of the equator. If I’m adding things up; snow, ice and Rockhoppers spell out Antarctica to me.”

  “Well, how in the world…” Beletseri, for the first time in her long life, was at a loss for words.

  “Damned if I know.” Matthew answered.

  ****

  The celebration for the newly mated couples―Ken and Vesca had been given honorary status to claim half the well-wishes―rolled on into morning. Although immortals were impervious to the effects of alcohol, Nergal brought some potent drink with him from the depths of the Underworld, and it seemed like everyone imbibing―pregnant ladies excluded―felt extra-fine, and inhibitions were dropping by the wayside. Even Tiny, the enormous human ex-agent looked tipsy as he waited for Angie to come back with her suitcase. The pair were headed to the west coast on an early morning flight.

  Bee-Dee went easy on the juice, but watched with glee as lovers cuddled in corners. The two who had the majority of her interest were Flick and Scobalt. Deep in conversation, they threw heated glances each other’s way and used every excuse to touch or nudge one another. Hard to tell where that one would go.

  Jake came by earlier, seeing her interest, and whispered that Flick swung both ways, but had never shown any long-term attachment to anyone. Perhaps fate might be intervening.

  The other less than comfortable, yet highly enjoyable pairing to eyeball? King Waylon and the little blue Champion, Lavarette. Their body language gave off very telling vibes. They’d started the night standing several feet apart, but now, mere inches separated them.

  The glowie a
ppeared tiny compared to the enormous king, a good foot and a half shorter, yet as they discussed the merits of yet another weapon she produced from her belongings, Waylon hovered protectively over her, while pretending interest in the blade at hand. Clearly he remained confused by feelings he’d never before experienced.

  Nergal, acting as gossip this time, gave up that the king had only been married once, long ago, to Lenore’s great-grandmother, but had never been known to dally with any consorts throughout their many years of acquaintance. Bee-Dee grinned. The pair would take some watching.

  She frowned as she remembered the one, less-than-complacent couple. She felt her mate reach up and smooth the crease from between her brows.

  “What’s the matter, my love?” he asked, following her line of sight.

  “My cousin—” she sighed, eying the pair “—and Addie. They’ve obviously come to some kind of an agreement, but I don’t like it.” She’d told him about the spell that Wizarr had felt necessary to cast earlier.

  “You think there’s a problem?” Kulla’s posture suggested concern.

  “Look how closely she sticks to him, and yet he doesn’t acknowledge her presence,” Bee-Dee complained. “I think he’s set down some rules for her that are going to be very uncomfortable.”

  She felt an arm slide around her waist.

  “Let them deal with it,” her god said. “I’m sure it will all work out.”

  Funny, but she felt the same way. Once again, she put it down to her own happiness that she thought everyone and everything else would be right with the world. She turned her face up for a kiss, when an alarmed voice rose over the room.

  “Kate’s gone.” Angie’s words stunned everyone into silence. “After I packed, I went to say goodbye, and I found this note.” She waved a piece of paper in the air. “She left to look for her son.”

  About the Author

  LJ Vickery began writing when the muses in her antique farmhouse wouldn't let her be. She found success penning historical fiction before creating the band of immortals who led her into paranormal romance.

  When she's not writing she practices Chinese medicine, keeps books for a contracting firm, and grows organic vegetables.

  LJ lives in a charming seacoast town south of Boston, and loves writing about her native New England.

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