Ryze Series: Books 1 & 2

by N. Isabelle Blanco

I groan his name into his wrist. His fingers press against my swollen clit, above my underwear, teasing and torturing me.

  “So wet for me.”

  I let go of his wrist in a rush. “Zen. Zen, I need—”

  He has me on his bed before I can finish the thought. Roughly, he grabs my knees, spreading me wide. The smile that pulls at his lips steals my breath.

  It’s vicious; part awed.

  His hands shake on my knees. “Waited so long for this. You have no idea.”

  His eyes meet mine. I can’t focus on them for long. Peeking out of the collar of his black t-shirt is a new mark—a red, black and yellow tribal design that stretches towards his jaw.

  Tears flood my eyes so fast I blink in surprise and shake my head. “You . . . you’re really mine?”

  Zeniel sits back on his legs, his head falling back as he laughs. “No, female. This is a dream you’re having.”

  Conceited fucker.

  “Because that’s what I dream about. Right.” So what if I’m lying? He doesn’t need to know that.

  He caresses my knees. “Do you not?” The way he arches his eyebrow has me torn between biting him and hitting him again.

  “Do you even want to be mated to me?”

  He frowns so hard that his brows seem to become one. The intensity of his stare nearly has me crawling away from him. Eyes locked on mine, he manhandles my knees wide open, making room for all six-feet-two-inches of him.

  “Female.” He cups my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Tell me: How could you possibly think I wouldn’t want you?”

  The way he asks me that . . . My hips churn beneath his. He kisses me as I thrash under him, his tongue heavy and rough inside my mouth.

  Holy fuck. The taste coming off him.

  “Does this feel like I don’t want you?” He surges between my legs, his cock merciless as he pushes it into my throbbing clit over and over. “I’m trembling for you. Feel me.”

  I have no choice; he’s all over me, covering me. He rubs against me like an animal marking its territory. Not that I’m any better. I’m soaking his jeans. Can smell myself in the air between us. He keeps driving me, his hips swiveling.

  Then he stops. His expression turns uncertain.

  My expression must be screaming bloody-fucking-murder. “Zeniel . . .”

  “Do you want this? We can’t undo it, but do you want me?”

  My thighs seize on either side of him. I mewl desperately, fighting his weight, arching up to him and bathing his jean-clad cock in my cum as my clit continues to pulse.

  “Evesse?”

  “Yes. Oh, God, yes. I always wanted you.”

  Ah, fuck. Did I just admit that out loud?

  He rears back away from me again, his hands trailing down my sides. My dress disappears, leaving me in my small black thong and high heels.

  Zen grabs onto my hips, lifting me off the bed and grinding into me. The way he looks at my breasts is beyond hungry. His need to taste them hangs thick in the air.

  “I’ve dreamed of this. Of having you like this on my bed.”

  I almost confess that I did, in fact, dream of it, too.

  Zen spreads his legs further, and arches into me in a way that sets every muscle beneath his shirt on display. Even the sides of his neck tense and release with the move.

  “Fuck. Yes!” I cry.

  “I ache for you, Evesse. Can’t wait to slide inside you.”

  “Do it. Please.”

  “Not yet.” He lets go of my hips, grabbing one of my breasts in each hand. “The things I want to do to these.” He pinches each of my nipples, rotating them softly. “If I told you . . .” Shaking his head, he bites his lip and squeezes my tits hard. He uses the hold to keep me still so he can continue grinding into me.

  “Oh my God,” I gasp, fighting to stop my eyes from rolling back.

  “I want to lick them, Evesse. Bite them. Suck them. Shit, can’t help it. I want to come all over them, and mark you.”

  “What is wrong with you? Fuck. Can’t . . . uh. You can’t say that to me if you’re not going to fuck me!”

  Zeniel laughs again, the sound strained. He leans forward to press his forehead against the headboard. He doesn’t stop rocking into me, and I can’t dredge up enough concentration to dematerialize his jeans myself.

  He opens his eyes, black-and-red holding me captive. “Look at you. Your skin is so pink. Calling me. You want me to drink you, don’t you?”

  “Do . . . it. Something. Please, okay? You have me begging. Do something.”

  He slides a hand under my back, pressing it flat between my shoulder blades. I’ve never been more aware of the size difference between us as I am now. He lifts me up, a snarl rumbling through his throat.

  “I’m going to eat you,” is the only warning I get. He slides down my body, stopping at my breast and sucking my aching nipple into his mouth.

  I cry out, the pleasure ricocheting from my tit to my womb and back. His name leaves me on a low, sultry whisper; a tone I would have never recognized as my own.

  “Your scent,” Zen whispers, pulling back and rubbing his lips across the tip of my nipple. He presses his nose to the curve of my flesh, inhaling deeply. “Fucking delicious.”

  His mouth opens, flashing his fangs, and then he drags one across my breast, drawing my blood. He latches onto the wound, sucking so hard his cheeks hollow out.

  I grasp onto his t-shirt. Fuck dematerializing it; I shred the thing right off and scour his back with my nails the moment his hot skin is bared.

  Without the shirt, I can see every mark on him, including the tribal-like design making its way down his neck, across his shoulders, and lower.

  “So sexy,” I whisper, in awe of the man above me.

  He stops sucking on me, raising his head to stare at me with heavy-lidded, solid black eyes. “No. You are. And I own you.”

  His thick lips are parted, coated in my blood and his saliva.

  I cup the back of his head and pull him to my mouth. He keeps his eyes open and stares at me as I lick and suck my blood off his lips.

  Then, with a hiss, he lets his eyes close, his tongue pushing its way between my lips again. It’s a heavy, dominant kiss. Never in my wildest fantasies would I have imagined that he would be such a rough kisser. He doesn’t ask; he just takes.

  He grabs my chin, forcing my head into the pillow. “I’m going to drink you dry. Lick you till you come all over my face. I have to.”

  Oh. Oh, that sounds like heaven. It does. But I need that pole he has going on between his legs more than I need anything else.

  He, of course, gives me no say. Just shoots straight down my body. My underwear disappears and I gasp. He doesn’t give me time to be embarrassed, though. Just spreads me wide and stares at me with a look I can feel on my lower lips.

  “Holy . . . I’ve lived my whole life waiting for this.”

  “Jesus.” I tremble, too on edge to look down at him. I can’t. Seeing him between my legs is going to send me into another orgasm, and my inner walls are sore from contracting with nothing to fill them.

  “You’re ripe. So ready. Right fucking there. Look at you. So smooth.”

  His words make it harder for me to keep the orgasm back. My swollen clit throbs in the air between us, distending towards him.

  Zen hisses out a curse.

  I grab onto the pillow beneath my head, praying. He grazes my clit with the tip of his finger. My eyes fly open, locking unseeing on the ceiling.

  “So beautiful. Look at how wet you are for me.” He caresses my entrance softly, pressing the pad of his thumb into my hymen. Feeling it. Feeling me.

  I twist this way and that in vain, trying to get his finger inside. “Zeniel. Can’t anymore. Inside. Need something inside me.”

  He slides his thumb into me, not stopping until he’s knuckle deep. “Fuck.”

  “Zen.” My pussy clamps down around his finger, sliding hungrily around it. I beg him to move, but he doesn’t listen, just l
ays there, his thumb inside me, his breath rushing out.

  I rotate my hips. Slick, wet sounds reach me.

  “Look at me.”

  I shake my head, trembling so hard.

  “Eve. Look. At. Me.”

  “I can’t,” I whine. “You’re not moving. Need you to.”

  “Look at me and I’ll give you what you need.”

  Well, now. My head practically jumps off the pillow so I can lock eyes with him.

  Dear Gods, the feral smile he gives me. I’m wet down to my thighs, and somehow, it’s getting worse.

  “You have a perfect little slit. So wet. I can taste you already. So smooth. I just want to suck you. Bite you.”

  Hair never grew back after my change. Seeing his reaction to my slick, soft skin, makes me want to thank the Fates in gratitude.

  “Hungry, aren’t you?” he asks me, leaning down just enough for me to feel his breath on my pulsating clit. “I know I am.” His tongue slides out, the tip barely flicking me.

  “Oh, God. Zen!” I scream, pain lancing through me as I come again. My feet thrash across his back. One heel falls off my foot, hitting the floor. Then the other.

  Zeniel snarls, forcing my thighs to stay open with one hand while I ride his thumb. He presses his tongue flat against my clit, swirling, pulling back, going back in and sucking me between his lips.

  “God yes. Taste so good. So swollen. Begging to be fucked.” Zen lets go of my thigh and reaches down.

  The moment he takes out his cock and fists it, I feel the stab of pleasure he experiences in my own body.

  His tongue laps at me, thick and slow. One twist of his wrist, and his thumb slides out of me, coming back in a hard thrust that makes the bed shake.

  He’s unyielding between my legs, his eyes closed, his brow tensed. God, he’s lost in me and the sight is too much to handle.

  “Come for me again, Evesse.” He opens his eyes and leans back enough to rub his chin across my clit. “Cover me in it.” His shoulder and bicep flex as he strokes his dick.

  I pull him to me, holding him tight so I can ride his face with my pussy.

  Zen loses control, moaning desperately. The sounds vibrate along my too sensitive flesh, and I can feel that peak rising in me once more.

  His incisors clamp down around my clit oh so gently, barely touching it. All movement ceases for me. He drags his teeth slowly down my flesh, just enough to draw blood.

  I let go of his head, latching onto the headboard, breaking it. “Coming. So hard. Zen, fuck me. Babe, fuck me hard.” The orgasm hits me with the same force as when the triplets went nuclear on me. This time, I love each wave of agony. Live for it. “God, yes. That’s it. Can’t wait to feel your cock. Shit.”

  He tongues me, small, ragged moans leaving him. He doesn’t look away from me, the hunger in his black eyes keeping mine locked in his gaze. I’m still coming when he pulls away, licking his lips.

  “Oh, God. Yes . . . Eve. I can feel you clenching around my thumb.” He thrusts into his hand, rocking the bed with each move. “So close. Have me right there.”

  I’m panting, each inhalation dragging in more of his scent.

  Zen slides his thumb out of me and replaces it with his index finger. He finds my g-spot and latches onto my clit again, tonguing me until tears spring from my eyes.

  He removes his finger from me, only long enough to groan, “I’m fucking coming, Eve.”

  I come again without choice, and above his grunts I hear my sobbed cries. The sharp pleasure recedes almost as fast as it started.

  Immortal or not, I’m pretty sure I’ve just reached my limit.

  How the hell am I going to survive having him?

  I open my eyes and look down at my R’mann, realizing that something’s changed.

  Zen has his forehead pressed against my hip bone, his sharp breaths jabbing my skin. He’s trembling, and his fists are clenched around the sheets on either side of my thighs.

  “Zen . . . Zeniel? Look at me.”

  He doesn’t move, just stays the way he is, his breathing so fast that I know it can’t be normal. Slowly, I place my hand on the back of his head, running my fingers through his burgundy hair. “Zeniel, babe. Talk to me. What is it?”

  “Noise,” he groans, his shoulders flexing as he tenses. “So much noise. All of them . . . guilty.”

  His voice morphs.

  Vengeance.

  What? No. No. It can’t be—

  It is. My very blood screams it.

  “M-Mavrak?”

  He tenses when he hears that name. Then, a good portion of the strain leaves him, although his body keeps on with the shaking. He inhales deeply before nodding once without looking up at me.

  Almost as if he’s ashamed to meet my eyes.

  “Mavrak, it is you, isn’t it?”

  His hesitant nod breaks my heart. Because I know he hasn’t been acknowledged in millennia.

  Zeniel’s too busy holding him back and the others don’t want to acknowledge him either. He’s a part of Zeniel, as much the male that owns me as his Tranquility side, yet everyone pretends he’s a separate entity.

  No one has spoken to him in God knows how long.

  “Mavrak . . . tell me what’s wrong.”

  His hands tighten around the covers. “It . . . it hurts.”

  I swallow, trying to breathe past the huge lump in my throat. “Oh, babe. What hurts?”

  He rubs his face against my pelvic bone, sniffing my skin. “Want you so badly, my female.”

  I gasp as a rush of wetness coats my pussy. He groans, his tongue flicking out and licking my mound. I can’t stop the way my legs widen and my hips come off the bed towards him.

  Zen clenches his teeth, a pained sound hissing through. “Need you so bad. I can’t . . . too much noise . . . their sins . . .”

  I stop moving, understanding dawning. He’s too sensitive and we’re barely three-hundred-feet away from at least a thousand beings. I may not have known my new friends all that long, but there’s no way they aren’t guilty of at least five or six different things.

  Cyake’s downstairs, and I’ve heard the tales.

  Fuck! I’m guilty of a crime.

  “You want to punish me?” I ask on a gasp, eyes wide and locked on the back of his head.

  Zen’s head shoots up, his red irises glowing inside his black eyes. “No! Never you. You’re not guilty . . . you’re my mate.”

  I want to ask how that can be, but press my lips together and stay shut. There’s something churning in me, something demanding the war demon between my thighs.

  You can control him.

  By right, you own him.

  “How about we leave? We can go somewhere private. Where it’s just you and me.” Although I have no clue what corner of the Universe we can go to where there’ll be no other beings around. I reach down and place my hand on his cheek, smoothing my thumb across his cheekbone. “Does that sound good? Just you and me, and then you can have me.”

  His eyes squeeze shut. The shiver that goes through him curves his back like a big, great cat.

  He lets go of the covers, reaching up and running his thumb across my upper lip. “Fuck. Yes. Please.”

  I hold back the urge to bite down on the digit. Closing my eyes, I will a pair of sweats and a t-shirt on. Zen gives a little, angry noise, clearly displeased with the fact that I just covered myself up.

  “Let’s go,” I say softly. “Let’s get somewhere private, cool?”

  He nods just as the door to his room opens. Instantly, insanity clouds his expression, his eyes widening to a point that frightens me.

  Like watching a starved beast locking on its prey.

  “Eve, are you okay? I felt your energy levels spiking, just wanted to make sure—Oh, fuck . . . Zen, you’re here. Didn’t feel you. Sorry guys. Didn’t mean t—”

  Zeniel—no, Mavrak jumps off the bed, turning to face Vedlyl. “You.”

  “Mavrak!” I cry, following him.

  A b
last of power slams out of him, and the answering wave that shoots out of me nearly sends me flying off my feet.

  What the fuck is going on?

  Vedlyl falls against the wall, his eyes narrowed. “Zen, control it. Let me out of here. I’m too juiced. I haven’t been able to feed myself, yet.”

  Feed himself? What the hell is he talking about? Not that it matters. From my spot behind Zeniel, I can see the red and black glow coming from his eyes.

  I grab onto his shoulders, pulling him close to me. “Listen to me. Please. Stop.”

  “You have no idea what he’s done. He deserves to die more than most.”

  Vedlyl? The kind, charming God of Medicine? He’s that guilty of something?

  There’s no way I can believe—

  Another dangerous growl rents the air.

  Slowly, I turn my head in Vedlyl’s direction.

  A black scar appears on the right side of his face, starting at his forehead and cutting across his eyebrow, his eye, and reaching down to his cheek. His irises turn red—a fractured, angry, distorted mess inside his now black eyes. His cheekbones are sharper. I can’t see beneath the collar of his shirt, can’t tell if there are any other lines appearing on his body, but there’s no denying it—

  Ved looks like a mutated war demon.

  He bares his teeth at Zen, jerking as he buries his fingers knuckle deep inside the wall.

  What the . . .

  “Evesse, move!” Zen tries to move me out of the way, his gentle hold completely at odds with the rage on his face.

  The shadows leak from his eyes.

  He’s going to kill Ved. I have no idea what the god has done, or what the hell he just became, but I can’t let it happen. I can’t.

  I won’t let Vedlyl die.

  Stop him. The sound whispers through me.

  “Stop!” I scream out of nowhere, giving into the internal command.

  Red energy explodes out of me, and the resulting boom echoes in the room. The bed breaks, landing in a heap on the floor. The small waterfall in the corner shatters. Pieces of the ceiling trickle down to the ground.

  Zen stumbles back, the surprised look on his face matching my own. His eyes switch back to blue-and-gray, and the relief that hits me is so staggering it makes me dizzy.

  “Eve!” he cries out, flashing in front of me and catching me.