Mystik Warrior: (Dark Warrior Alliance Book 2)

by Brenda Trim

  As he entered his rooms and kicked the door closed, he released her. She slid down his body rubbing against his thickening male flesh. He set her away from him. If they continued to touch they were going to have sex. He wanted that more than anything, and at the same time he never wanted to touch her again.

  Already the nausea was building and he pushed back against it. He wanted his mate, and wanted nothing to mar the experience. He needed to gain more control before they continued. He saw the uncertainty race through her pretty hazel eyes when he pushed her away. He never wanted to see that look in his mate’s eyes. Pulling her back into his arms, he kissed her deeply, not wanting her to doubt his desire.

  She grabbed the bottom of his shirt, trying to pull it over his head. He stopped her progress. She looked up into his eyes. “I know we didn’t talk before but you can’t get me pregnant, I’m on birth control and I don’t have any STDs. It’s ok. We can do this. I want to do this,” she murmured, shocking him, and succeeded in getting his shirt off. His chest muscles flexed under her scrutiny, causing him to harden further.

  As she trailed kisses across his pectorals, he grasped for reason. He should tell her that her birth control wouldn’t be effective for them. His mind reeled from the pleasure. He wanted this, but didn’t want it to end like the last time. “We shouldn’t do this. What about your fiancé?” He groaned as her tongue ran over his nipple, causing it to bead. His hands went to her hair and tangled in its length.

  She paused and looked up at him. “I honestly don’t know what I am going to do, but what I know is that if I don’t have you right now, I will die. I need you, Jace.”

  At hearing her words, Jace’s objections crumbled. He wanted her, too, and he wanted to relish in her and take it slow, unlike the first time. This could be the last time they were intimate. He was going to make this memorable for them both. Being given a Fated Mate was a blessing, and he intended to make her feel so much pleasure she’d never forget him.

  Her shirt was gone in moments, and joined his on the floor. She had a sheer white bra on this time, and it made her skin even creamier. He leaned down and licked her nipple through the fabric. The pink bud flushed red and distended under his attention. He blew his hot breath against the wet fabric, causing her to shudder. He turned his attention to her other nipple as he reached back and unclasped the back. When he pulled back, she allowed the bra to slide off her arms to the floor.

  “More,” she murmured, pulling his head back to her nipples. Her breasts were large, overflowing in his hands. He squeezed the plump globes and plied her with his teeth, tongue and mouth. When he met her gaze, her pupils were dilated and she was panting. If he wasn’t mistaken, his mate was close to orgasm. He loved that she was so responsive to his touch. With her, he didn’t feel like a damaged male with no experience. He felt like a god of pleasure.

  “I love your breasts. The Goddess blessed me with a perfect mate,” he whispered. Emotion hit as the truth of his words sunk in, she was perfect, and he was blessed. Her soul flared in his chest, adding to the poignancy of the moment.

  “I need you naked, now,” she mumbled and pulled his head down for her kiss. As her lips worked him further under her spell, she fumbled at the button on his jeans. She gasped and pulled back.

  Her fingers had grazed the head of his cock that had risen above the waist of his pants. She unfastened the button and lowered the zipper. Her hands paused and she met his gaze. He nodded to let her know he was with her. She pushed the fabric to his knees and looked her fill.

  “You are killing me, Cai.”

  “Mmmm,” she smiled sensually. The female had no idea the affect she had on him. His cock pulsed, and more pre-cum beaded the slit. It was like a mini-orgasm, and he loved the new sensation. “Paybacks are a bitch, Jace.” Her little finger ran along his boxer shorts and then, they too, were at his knees. He watched her as she continued to stare at him.

  “Your eyes are like a hot brand,” he groaned.

  “I knew you were bigger than any other man I had been with, but you are long and thick and gorgeous,” she murmured, finally gripping the shaft. “If we hadn’t already been together, I’d be afraid you wouldn’t fit. As it is, I know the pleasure to be found with you, and can’t wait.”

  He forcibly removed her hand from his cock. If she continued, there would be no slow exploration. “I prepared you for me last time and need to do that again. This time, I plan on taking my time, savoring every inch of your skin.”

  He kicked off his pants and boxers and set about divesting her of the rest of her clothing. As he skimmed his hands down her legs, his lips followed, tasting as he went. He picked her up and carried her to his bed, claiming her lips as they went.

  He paused by the side of the bed and tilted her head to deepen the kiss. She wiggled out of his arms and his hands went to her hips. He tightened his hold and pulled her against his body. His erection fit perfectly against her soft abdomen. He laid her back on the bed, never releasing her lips.

  He kissed his way across her cheek and down her neck. He paid special attention to her pulse point and trailed his tongue down to her full breasts. His hands left her hips and rose to stroke and tweak her peaks. His mouth enveloped one nipple while his finger plied the other, all the while, he fought back the nausea. He loved the feel of her skin beneath his hands and mouth, yet something dark rose and fought to steal his attention from his mate. He refused to allow that to happen. Broken male or not, he was giving this experience all he had.

  “That feels amazing. I could come from that alone. My breasts have never been so sensitive.” Her hands slid down his back. He felt her fingers working his braid free. He never left it free, but loved the feel of her hands in his hair.

  “I have wanted to run my hands through your hair from the moment I saw you. It’s so silky and long. Oh…god yes, don’t stop…I’m so close.”

  He looked up into her half-lidded gaze and knew his eyes were glowing from his lust. Her hips left the bed and began thrusting against him, seeking release. “Easy, I’m only getting started, Shijéí.”

  *****

  Was the man crazy? She was an inferno, ready to beg him to fuck her but he seemed intent on torturing her. He began to lick and kiss his way down her ribs and abdomen. She shivered at the knowledge that he was going to go down on her again. She had never been fond of oral sex, and it wasn’t until Jace that she realized it was because any man who had performed it on her was terrible at it. And, she had to admit, that included John. Her thoughts scrambled as his lips trailed over her moist feminine flesh.

  She wanted to curse as his hot little lips passed over her labia but didn’t touch on her needy bundle of nerves. His long fingers reached up and tweaked her nipples while he blazed a trail down one leg and up the other. She was close to climax and he kept pulling back, heightening her pleasure, so much so, that she wanted to scream.

  “Your scent is driving me crazy. I have to taste you. I’m going to lap up your cream as you cum on my face,” he growled. The vibration of his voice had arousal flooding her folds and seeping down her thighs. This man set her on fire.

  She was beyond words, only able to whine when his talented fingers left her breasts. She stopped breathing when they parted her intimate flesh, revealing her pulsing clit. Hot breath fanned over the bundle and she almost climaxed. His glowing purple gaze narrowed and held hers for several frantic heartbeats. It was the hottest moment she had ever experienced, and her pussy wept even more.

  Holding her eyes, his tongue licked from her vagina to her clit in one long stroke, and her orgasm struck so powerfully she nearly passed out from pleasure. She cried out his name and pulsed as he thrust his tongue into her opening. She couldn’t think as Jace feasted on her.

  When his soul brushed against her skin, it sent her into the heavens again. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she saw stars. Moments later, she floated back to her body and gripped his hair. He refused to stop licking her clit. She didn’t think she co
uld take anymore, but his fingers entered her tight depths and her back bowed.

  That quick, he had her passions flared. He played her body like a well-tuned instrument. It was as if he knew exactly what she needed and what would give her the most pleasure. Which was not surprising, since she was made for him, and him for her. She needed him inside her and pulled his hair until he finally lifted his head. His lips were swollen, making them fuller and more kissable. They gleamed with her arousal, turning her on even more.

  She pulled him up her body and kissed him fiercely. She tasted herself on his lips and it heightened her excitement. She reached down and grabbed his rampant cock. She ran it through her folds, eliciting moans from them both. His shaft jerked in her hand. “We both need your cock inside me, now,” she murmured against his lips.

  *****

  Jace gazed into hot hazel depths and knew he was falling in love with his mate. He could still hear the echoes of her screams of pleasure. His muscles vibrated with the tension to claim his mate fully and initiate the mating bond. He had never enjoyed anything more than making Cailyn climax. He reared up to kneel on the bed between her spread thighs. Her glistening feminine flesh called to him.

  He waged a battle between desire and revulsion. There was an entity in his head that was fighting the intimacy. He refused to allow it to ruin his time with this female. This may be all he ever had of her, and he planned to enjoy every minute.

  He had never felt this ache, and at the moment, he needed to bury himself in this female and hold her pinned to his bed more than he needed to live. Divergent energies flared and clashed, light versus dark, and he swallowed back the bile, gripping his cock. Nothing was stopping this.

  He leaned forward, covering her luscious body, resting on his elbows. He pressed his lips against hers and relished the waves of electricity that raced through his body as he let his cock push against her lower flesh. Eager to join their bodies, his erection pulsed and a mini-orgasm hit him, leaving his pre-cum on her clit.

  He leaned to one elbow and ran his palm down her side, glorying in her curves. He wanted to stoke her passions higher. He wanted her panting, begging for his possession. His thumb stopped at her nipple and he paid homage while he kept the moist warm pressure of their joined mouths. A back and forth motion started in his hips that rubbed his long cock through her feminine tenderness.

  “Do you like that Cailyn?”

  “You know I do. Stop teasing me, I need you Jace,” she pleaded.

  Jace licked his way to her ear and bit her delicate lobe before kissing her mate mark. Insatiable lust almost robbed him of his seed when his tongue touched his mark on her. “What do you want, baby? Tell me.”

  Her body jolted as if hit by electricity and she groaned. “I want you, now.”

  “You’re gonna need to be more specific than that. Do you want me to lick you?” He continued the back and forth motion of his hips and let more of his weight rest there, creating more friction between their bodies.

  “Not…fair. Fuck me, now.” She tilted her hips trying to align her core with his shaft.

  “Your wish, my command, Shijéí.”

  He reared up and looked down their sweat-slicked torsos. The sight of his soft sensitive crown running through her glistening flesh and over her clit had the pressure in his shaft building. He was addicted to the new sensation of filling with seed. Her head was thrashing on her pillow as she begged him to take her. He loved her erotic agony. He shifted back and felt as the tip of his cock was hugged in her tightness.

  “Fuck, you are so tight and wet. Goddess, baby I don’t know if I can stay in control. I don’t want to hurt you.” He focused on the pleasure and not his churning gut.

  Cailyn cupped his cheek and forced him to meet her gaze. He felt her love and care all the way to his toes. “You would never hurt me. I trust you. Besides, I’m tougher than you think, and I hurt so badly right now.”

  “I lo…” he inhaled and clenched his jaw. He had almost told her he loved her. He didn’t love her, did he? “I love the way you feel. I had never ejaculated before we made love yesterday and I can’t wait to do that again.” He thrust into her, ignoring the sharp pain in his mate mark.

  “What? You can’t have been a virgin for so long,” she exclaimed with a lust-glazed expression. He altered his angle, eliciting a moan.

  “No, I wasn’t a virgin per-se, but sorcerers do not ejaculate before having sex with our Fated Mates for the first time,” he explained, loving the way she struggled to follow as he tortured her with the head of his cock.

  “What?” she gasped.

  “We can orgasm, but there is no ejaculation until we meet our Fated Mates. And, I have never felt pleasure so intense or wonderful until I met you. It is truly amazing. Let me show you.”

  He closed his eyes and worked more of his shaft into her core, stopping their conversation. She wiggled, trying to help ease his way. Despite the fact that he had taken her before, he worried about hurting her. He pinched and tweaked her nipple and her arousal gushed around his shaft. His hips moved slowly in and out, taking more of him deeper each time. He laved her breasts, making her so wet that he slid to the hilt within a smooth dream of movement.

  Nausea rose, and he kept his movements slow while he once again tamped the beast down. He didn’t understand the power this had over him. Being connected like this to Cailyn felt right, perfect. He was where he was always meant to be.

  Slowly, his pace increased and he reveled in the tight slide into and out of her sheath. “Goddess, you are heaven.”

  “Harder, Jace. Faster,” she begged.

  At that moment, his control snapped and he began a hard quick speed that no human male was capable of. He would burn all thoughts of her fiancé from her mind. He thrust into her and tunneled his fingers past her beautifully trimmed curls and found her clit. He pinched the bundle of nerves and she came, screaming his name out loud.

  Her pussy squeezed him so tightly that he was helpless but to join her, despite his intentions to make her come several more times first. He thrust balls deep and stilled as his seed burst into her womb. He shouted as he was taken to the stars while his mate’s body milked every last drop from him.

  Unfortunately, the beast refused to allow him to bask in the afterglow as the nausea broke past his control. Bile surged into his mouth as his cock spurted the last of his seed. He was pulling out of his mate and off the bed faster than she could blink. As he ran into the bathroom, he heard the hurt and confusion in her voice as she called out to him.

  “Jace? What’s wrong? What did I do?” He shut the door before the last word left her lips.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  Cailyn’s head was spinning. For the second time in as many days, she’d had mind-blowing sex that had ended abruptly. She’d had the biggest orgasm of her life after Jace worshipped her body lovingly, only to run off as if she disgusted him.

  A sound that echoed from the bathroom had her blood running cold. She craned her neck and heard gagging. Was he vomiting? The thought that he wasn’t experiencing the same level of ecstasy as her brought all her insecurities and doubts to the forefront. Sure, she was disappointed in herself for having sex with Jace before she had made her decisions about him or John, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t enjoyed every second of being with him. She just wished her willpower was stronger where Jace was concerned.

  It was becoming clear to her that this sorcerer was her kryptonite, and this situation wasn’t going to remedy itself easily. Her love for John was still present, but her love for Jace was growing every day. He fascinated her with his quick mind and compassionate heart. He handled her as if she were a china doll that might break, yet made love to her with a fierce passion.

  It didn’t hurt that he was the sexiest man she’d ever known, with his amethyst eyes, bronze skin, and long, black hair. He had eight-pack abs, but then every inch of his body was sleek and muscular, elucidating his warrior status. Nothing could measure up to Jace’s six-fo
ot-something-hard-body. Yeah, Jace was in a league all his own.

  It wasn’t all superficial, however. Everything she learned about him from his heritage to his passion for medicine was appealing. She longed to learn more about both his Native American background, as well as his Celtic roots. A violent coughing and hacking brought her attention back to the bathroom door. Insecurities be damned, concern had her feet moving to the bathroom.

  Cailyn raised her fist to the closed door and paused. This was the second time she had been with him, and he was in the bathroom getting sick. As she stood outside the door, it was clear that he was indeed in that bathroom losing the contents of his stomach. That rejection hurt more than she would have imagined. Clearly, he was repulsed by what he had done with her, and no doubt regretted it.

  It would crush her if she saw the revulsion in his eyes, so she dropped her hand and scrambled into the living room of his suite where her clothes lay in a heap. The sight was a dismal reminder that the man who had given her the most satisfying moments of her life couldn’t stomach what he had done with her.

  Tears welled in her eyes and she wanted to crumple in a heap on the floor. Her heart was torn in two. She had never felt closer to another being than she had with Jace while they were making love. She had to amend her thinking on that. For her they had made love, but obviously for Jace, it was nothing more than sex.

  Hating how naïve she’d been, she ran into the kitchen and grabbed a towel. She was furiously scrubbing away the evidence of her shame when a warm hand settled on her shoulder. Her head dropped to her chest and she wanted to rip his soul from her chest as pain constricted and his soul surged towards him. How could things be so wrong when they were Fated Mates? Maybe he was right. Maybe their Goddess had this one wrong.

  “Cailyn? What’s wrong?” His voice made her shiver. How did he still have so much power over her? She scolded her traitorous body for wanting him again.

  “Cailyn, honey, look at me.” Jace placed one strong finger under her chin and tried to coax her head up as he turned her body to face him. She refused to look at him, not wanting him to see her pain.