by LJ Vickery
He growled.
“As you wish, Charlie.” His voice was deeper, gruffer, but it was unmistakably her man. His skin came back, dark and smooth, and when the teeth receded, he lost the snout with them.
Ah, well. A girl couldn’t have everything.
He closed the distance between them, bringing a claw from each hand up and under her nipples, stopping to pinch them while she closed her eyes in pleasure. “Turn your back to me and kneel on the bed,” he ordered.
Charlie switched naturally into submissive mode, dropping her eyes and doing as she was told. Once there, she waited for his next instruction.
“I want you on your hands and knees with your legs spread. Very wide,” he snarled.
Again, she complied, and moaned low in her throat as his large, course hands groped and stroked her ass, spreading her cheeks farther. His head came down between her legs, and she could feel his warm breath on her exposed labia. She squirmed. He spanked.
“Ouch,” she yipped.
“No moving,” he growled. He buried his face in her pussy, and his rough tongue came out and swiped to her clit. It was all she could do to remain steady. When his hands came around to her breasts and his fingers pinched her nipples to even harder points, she let out a moan.
“Ah. My girl likes it a little rough. So I have been told.”
Charlie heard satisfaction in her god’s voice, rumbling up against her nether lips. He thrust his long tongue up inside her wet pussy, and Charlie was caught off guard by how far he penetrated. She lost his ordered stance and fell to the bed.
Oh, my. She’d done it now. What would her punishment be? She glanced over her shoulder to see that Absu had backed up, eying her with dark intensity. Before she could form an apology, he dove forward, grabbed her thighs, and flipped her to her back.
“So disobedient,” he scolded. “Knees bent and drop them to the sides.”
When she hesitated, he barked, “Now.”
Her knees fell apart, leaving her glistening pussy wide open to his gaze. He gave it a sharp, abrupt slap.
“Oh!” Her juices flowed and she nearly begged for more, but bit her lip, waiting instead to find out what the next pleasure would be.
Absu reached forward with two claws on one hand, and trapped her engorged clit between them, squeezing slightly and tugging to distend it even further. She gasped and looked at him with lust. He held up one very large finger, and made her watch as he retracted the claw.
She wondered what he had planned, and panted with anticipation. His digit was significantly larger than normal, and would fill her aching pussy completely. She couldn’t wait.
Absu brought his fingers to her nether lips, parting them to slowly work his oversized thickness up inside her ready channel while still engaging her sensitive nub. She squirmed in pleasure, and this time he didn’t tell her to stop.
“So tight,” he sighed. “So nice.”
His big cock wept above her, letting her know the time was coming soon where he’d take it in hand and penetrate her eager pussy.
His big body bent over hers and he rasped in her ear, “You need to be stretched. Ready yourself for two.”
Another finger attempted to join the first, but didn’t quite fit. She gave a small cry and he pulled back while she panted, trying to relax her muscles.
“Do you want them?” he asked. There was no real worry in his voice. He knew she did.
“Yes, sir.”
He gave a satisfied grunt, then slowly―very slowly―Absu stretched her to accommodate his two-finger girth. Her moans quickly turned to pleasure.
Once his fingers were firmly and deeply seated, he taunted her, causing her nipples to harden to diamond points.
“I’m going to scissor my fingers to test your limits, and you won’t make a sound. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered, her breathing ragged.
“Very nicely said,” he crooned and moved inside her cunt. “You are so wet for me, your juices will let me go harder and deeper.”
He withdrew, then plunged, and it took all she had not to leap off the bed. Not in pain, but in absolute pleasure. She wanted to grab his hand and hold it in place, it felt so damned good.
“You like that?” he asked.
“I do,” she moaned.
“I do, what?” he pinched her clit with his free claw and she saw stars.
“I do. Sir,” she strangled out.
“Good girl,” he hummed. “I think I might give you a few more strokes.”
She wanted to beg him for more than a few, but bit her tongue for fear he would stop altogether. And just when she thought she’d reached the point of no return, he stilled.
She mewed her dissatisfaction and he pinched her nipple this time. Hard. Charlie clamped her lips tightly together as her pussy spasmed at the welcome assault to her needy bud. Damn. She wanted an orgasm badly, and she was so close
“Please, sir. May I come, sir? Please?”
Absu didn’t answer but spun his big fingers to press upward on the small, extremely sensitive bundle of nerves and she keened at the feeling, coming oh so close again, but he abruptly ceased the exquisite agony.
“Sir. Please.” She whimpered.
Smirking at her entreaty, he perversely withdrew his fingers. “Not yet, Chuck.” He tormented and commenced the sweet agony all over again.
Charlie reached for all her training not to writhe on the bed. She moaned his name softly―and he allowed it―but she dared not move as he filled her pussy with his fingers again. This time harder, rougher. It seemed like she held herself on the brink for eternity before his command finally reached her ears.
“Come for me, Charlie. Now.”
Thank gods, she wanted to weep. She felt herself building to an incredible peak, rising, rising until with one final tweak of his claws on her clit, Charlie’s body short-circuited. With a scream she couldn’t suppress, she came unglued, grabbing his hand with both of hers, to hold it in place while she exploded at the top of the most intense upward spiral she’d ever ridden.
Ahh. Breathe.
Slowly, inexorably she descended. Her pussy milked him greedily with every interior muscle, all of which she could feel since he’d practically lit every one of them on fire.
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Absu finally withdrew his fingers, and Charlie couldn’t hold back a small sound of disapproval.
“Quiet, my sweet submissive,” he grunted. “I’m about to give you something even better.” He easily flipped her back to her knees, and held her hips to the exact height of his prick. Watching her lush, quivering ass, he positioned the head of his cock against her heat and thrust into the waiting cavern of her pussy.
Absu raised his head and bellowed his pleasure. Nothing had ever felt so right. And by Charlie’s renewed cries, he knew she felt the same thing.
He gripped her hips tightly, and the force of his plunges threatened to drive her across the bed, but she welcomed it. Welcomed him. How could he ever have imagined she needed to be treated gently? What an ass he’d been.
Indeed, she wove her hands deeply into the comforter, trying her damnedest to remain steady for him. But what he felt was his Chosen crushing her bottom back against him with as much intensity as he was driving forward. Every nerve ending on his hungry cock got hit, and when she leaned to take him even deeper, his heavy balls slapped against her clit, causing his brain to nearly seize.
He spread his legs into a relentless stance, locking his knees so they wouldn’t collapse.
“Now, Absu. Please,” she screamed up at him. And he struck her ass one last time, letting her know who was boss.
He wanted to greedily rejoice that she was such a perfect match for him.
Holding her tight up against his groin, unmoving and unyielding, he flexed the strong muscles of his cock, rocking his flesh inside her cunt until she again, with a cry of utter abandoned, found her peak and came hard around him. Her muscles squeezed his cock as she climaxed, and now his
dick was more than ready to comply.
“Hold tight, my love,” he warned. Absu sped up his movements, plunging five or six more times, deeply in rapid succession, and exploded inside her hot pussy, flooding her depths with his satisfaction.
And his legs gave way.
They fell to the mattress still joined, with Absu just able to hold his weight up over his spent mate.
His heart pumped and his fangs twitched. And his shoulder lit up like the fucking Aurora Borealis.
Chapter Thirty
“I don’t mean to be presumptuous or disrespectful, but it’s something Anna and I have been talking about seriously.” Jake felt far from the strong, self-assured agent that was his norm as he spoke to Marduk. He was way out of his comfort zone on so many levels.
Marduk perused him, and Anna who was glued to his side with her arms tight around his waist. He gazed into Anna’s face and sighed. “Shit. This is way beyond my capabilities and my jurisdiction,” Marduk grumbled at them. “We’ll have to call Nergal in on this one.” He scratched his head. “I won’t deny I’ve heard that the procedure can be done, but I’ve never witnessed one firsthand. So it could be a rumor,” he warned. “There is purported to be a ceremony that mates an immortal―which we know Anna is―with a mortal male. But seriously? I’m not sure whether its fact or fiction. And first we have to ascertain whether she holds an amulet within her shoulder. Another thing for which we need the king or queen.”
Clearly, Marduk didn’t want to give Jake false hope.
Anna spoke up, her seriousness beyond question. “I’ll give up my immortality, if that’s an option. If Jake can’t become immortal, I want to age alongside him.”
Marduk’s face scrunched up in concentration. “I’ve never heard of an immortal going human. Better we should quell all speculation until a higher authority arrives.”
Jake watched that blank look pass over Marduk’s face, and he figured the thunder god was putting in a call to the Underworld. If his guess was correct, the king and queen should be here soon.
“Okay. King Nergal and Queen Ereshkigal are gearing up to travel.” Marduk confirmed, attempting to hold in a sigh, but failing. “Can’t things around here ever settle down?” he groused. “The only excitement for the next few days should be preparations for Absu and Charlie’s mating ceremony, but you’ve screwed the pooch on that one,” he huffed. “Now Anna will meet her half-sister, Ereshkigal, for the first time, and someone’s going to have to make the call to your other sister, Ishtar-Dinatu. Then there’s this new situation between the two of you to be remedied, and don’t even get me going on the standoff between Kulla and his witch.”
Jake understood how complicated that situation was. Kulla walked around half crazed, unable to reach the diffident and mistrustful Obedience who had put a self-containment spell around her room in the far cottage so that no one could enter without explicit permission.
The agent knew that Marduk had sent the other witches to try their verbal magic on Bee-Dee, but so far the little redhead wasn’t budging. Marduk’s eyes were nearly crossed with constant frustration.
Jake kissed the crest of golden curls nestled under his arm and turned to the head of the compound. “Stop worrying,” he told Marduk. “Things will work out. Look at all the help you have—my guys, the blue contingency, and a bunch of witches. How can Beletseri possibly stand up to all of that?”
Despite his bravado with the thunder god, Jake’s voice sounded a little unsteady when he turned to the woman who had so rapidly become the reason for his existence. “And don’t you worry, Anna. I’ve met the king. He’s a great guy who will fix us up. And your sisters are going to love you.”
Anna shrank against him even more and breathed in his scent, something he noticed she did when she needed to calm herself. “Either that or they’ll blast me to some netherworld.” She snorted without humor.
Jake wasn’t sure of all the immortal realms and rules yet, but he was certain that couldn’t be the protocol for getting rid of an excess sister.
The air around them suddenly felt charged. He braced himself.
The sight of the king and queen misting into a room was an awesome thing to behold. Jake’s mouth went dry at the sight, even though he’d met the male deity once before.
Nergal, at more than seven feet tall, and Ereshkigal―no slouch at six feet―made a dazzling entrance. There was no bowing and hand kissing that usually accompanied such an event, because as soon as the queen became fully solid, she headed right for Anna across the room.
“Oh.” The startled exclamation came out of Anna’s mouth, and before anyone could blink, the queen was prying her half-sister out of Jake’s arms.
“Oh my gods. My gods,” Eresh cried over and over. “You have my eyes…and Ish-Din’s hair…and you look just like Tess and Holly. Are you well? Are you freaked?” She laughed nervously. “I learned that term from Huxley.”
Jake could tell that Anna was doing all she could to breathe. This was far from what they’d discussed or what she’d expected. Anna was freaked, that instead of eyeing her with mistrust, everyone kept making her feel like a missing limb that had been miraculously reunited with its body.
Jake felt his eyes mist over with emotion. It was beyond belief how welcome everyone was making Anna feel, but instead of crying, Jake turned his urge into joy and grinned like a fool beside her. She, on the other hand, had turned into a blubbering mess.
“I’m good. I’m fine.” The moisture from her tears could not be squelched. “I’ll get over this. Nothing fazes me for long. I’m immortal, you know.”
Now Jake laughed aloud. Anna was so flummoxed, she was stating the obvious.
“Well, of course, you are.” Ereshkigal didn’t fault her one bit, standing back and wiping at her own eyes. “Look at you. Father had his affair seventy-seven years ago, and even though human aging processes can be forestalled, nobody looks this good at your age unless their genes are immortally infused.”
The two women stood holding hands at arm’s length and staring at each other. Jake could tell Anna’s heart was beating out of her chest. She’d experienced so many reunions. So many tears in the past thirty-six hours.
Nergal seemed loathe to intrude, but he eventually broke the silence. “So to what purpose have we been called, other than this reunion, which I thought would take place at Absu’s joining?” He was clearly pleased for his wife, but puzzled all the same.
Jake rolled his tongue around a dry mouth. Would the request he made sound blasphemous? He had no clue. “Uh, it’s nice to see you again, King Nergal.” He bowed respectfully.
The king acknowledged him with a smile. “You, too, Jake. The advice you gave me on the best firearms for my security team worked out well. I thank you.” They had conferred on weapons, and it made Jake more relaxed knowing that Nergal had success with his suggestion. “Continue.” The supreme deity nodded at him
Jake cleared his throat. “If it wasn’t apparent when you came into the room, Anna and I have developed an undeniable bond in the short time we’ve known each other.”
Marduk concurred with a nod. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say it was a Chosen-like attraction. They would like to become mated, but I have no knowledge that there is precedence for this.”
To everyone’s astonishment, Ereshkigal burst out laughing. “You males are so arrogant. You think you are the only ones allowed to play with mortals?” She crowed again. “Throughout the ages, goddesses have been bedding and subsequently choosing human males as mates.” She looked Jake up and down. “And not all of them have selected so well.” Eresh gave a wink to her sister, whose face had turned pink but had lost its pinched look.
Nergal expanded on his wife’s thoughts. “Eresh is correct. It’s a messy process—female to male—but it can be done. First, however, if I may be so bold as to touch you.” He skewered Anna with a speculative stare. “I need to find out if you hold an amulet within you.”
Jake felt pride as Anna stepp
ed toward the king without a second’s hesitation.
“Do it,” she allowed.
Nergel lifted a hand and rested it above Anna’s left breast.
Jake held his breath.
Nergal closed his eyes briefly, then smiled.
“All is well. She holds the correct equipment. Welcome, goddess.” He bent and kissed Anna’s cheek. “And sister,” he added with a smirk.
The queen snapped her fingers as if the goddess status had always been a foregone conclusion and drew her husband’s attention. “They have a surgeon. You remember Dani-Lee, sweetheart? I’m sure it can be accomplished in a much safer way than in the past…with the doctor’s help.”
Nergal cleared his throat. “That’s all well and fine, but aren’t you forgetting something?”
Understanding dawned on his wife’s face. “Oh…that,” she said, a little less enthusiastically.
“Yes, that,” Nergal reiterated.
Jake’s gut clenched. He didn’t like that sound of this.
The king eyes turned to a suddenly wary Jake. “Just as the amulet must light for a potential female Chosen, there’s a test to ensure the male of a goddess’s choice is the correct mate.”
“Why am I sure I’m not going to like what you have to say?” Jake flattened his lips together in frustration.
“You’re not,” Nergal agreed. He sent fingers into the waist of his gilded loincloth and drew forth a shiny, lethal dagger that must have been eight inches long. He hefted it in his hand and wasted no time with his explanation. “Anna must stab you in the heart.”
Jake, Anna, and even Marduk gasped. But Nergal didn’t let that interrupt him. “If you are her true mate, the strike will be stayed and the connection proven. If you are not her man, you will die.” There was a hush in the room. No one moved or breathed for a full ten seconds.
Jake heaved a heartfelt sigh and manned up, striding forward and holding his hand out for the knife. Nergal presented it to him hilt first.