by Bekki Lynn
Hovering over her, he moved with a steady rhythm, his shaft slipping in and out of her wet juices. Her eyes peered into his as she locked her ankles around him urging him to thrust harder, faster. His chest heaved with their arousal. He pulled from her wetness, laving her breasts with his tongue as he moved downward, stopping to swirl her belly button as she moaned and opened to him.
“Such sweet nectar,” he said before he delved between the swollen folds. She thrust into him and he drank her release. Grabbing her thighs, he pushed them up and spread her lips with his mouth, thrusting into her tunnel with his tongue. Her moans, her groans and the constant flow of juices from her internal arousal urged him to feast. He moved his eyes up to see her arch and claw at the sheet, the carpet beneath. His cock throbbed, begging for return to the cave from which it left.
Elan nibbled across a thigh, licking the completion to his mark and rose over her, sinking into her. “Destiny’s blood has come full circle, embedded by the forefathers of our spirits.”
“To be completed my man’s law. To become one, splitting into three. The fruit of your loin shall be brought forth from my womb to complete our union,” she added.
He entwined his fingers with hers, resting them near her head as he caressed her with his length, pulling it to the brink of removal, pushing it deep. God, he loved the feel of her slippery tunnel, hearing her breath catch. “Cassandra…oh,” he groaned when the muscles of his abdomen quivered. The friction, the heat, the twitching of her muscles as he ran along the walls. Shivers ran up his spine. “Such heat.” He savored the shudders, the spasms of the woman he loved beyond anything he’d ever known. The realization didn’t frighten him as much as it should have. “Wet, hot fire swallowing my shaft,” he panted. “Liquid flames of pure—”
“Oh, god!” Trembling shudders washed over her, feeding his hunger to feel her come. She freed her hands, scratched his back as she moved down, and dug her nails in his ass, increasing the temple of her thrusts. He hovered, then slammed into her, panting, and his guttural moans melded with hers as they pounded, slapping flesh against flesh.
“No. No! Not yet,” she begged to the ceiling as she stopped thrusting, but couldn’t stop the quivering of need he felt pulsing around him.
He forced himself to slow, to still, but it lasted mere seconds. “I need to…”
She whimpered, her back arched and a slow hiss escaped as she exploded around him. “Oh, yes!” Convulsions swept through her and he watched the flush of color, the sweet, sweet look of satisfaction wash over her face. Her tongue ran over her lips as she gasped. He swallowed, causing a groan to come out as a growl. She looked at him under lowered lashes. He had to force his cum down, he didn’t want to lose it yet. He wanted to let her come down and take her up again. He wanted to drive her to a confession of her soul, not the confessions of blood destiny. He wanted to know her words.
Elan claimed her mouth, swallowing her moans, and wrapped his tongue around hers, keeping his body still until he felt renewed need in her movements. Then he pulled out and turned her over, drawing her hips up. He buried his face in her sweet heaven, lapping, letting his tongue wash over her clit, before delving into the pool of hot lava. Not enough, he wanted more, he rimmed her anus. “So tight,” he mumbled. He nibbled her cheeks as he wetted his thumb with her juices and massaged the hole. He entered far enough to draw an, “Oh, yes!” from her and felt her relax. The pad of his thumb pulsed against her and he waited. Waited for her to let him know she wanted more. He grazed her pussy with his teeth, bathed his tongue with her white heat and washed it around the flesh enveloping his thumb. She rose on her forearms, and pushed back into him. Yes! He plunged into her tunnel and she latched onto him, shuddering.
“Oh, god! Elan, it’s like an earthquake,” she panted as her body rocked with the orgasm. Closing his eyes, he reveled in the pleasure she enjoyed, feeling her bathing his cock. His hands splayed over her back, almost caressing, but moving up her back and around to her breasts. Wrapping his fingers around the soft flesh, the hard buds rubbed against his palms causing a hitch in her moans. The little voice in his mind told him to back her down, but damn, he loved her multi-orgasmic state. No woman had ever given him such an experience.
After she settled again, he left her, his length bathed with her juices and plunged where he’d caressed with his thumb. She cried out in pleasure, rocking with him in a steady motion. He ran his hand over her pussy and his tongue up her spine, biting back the words he wasn’t ready to speak aloud. My Evening Sun, my love, my soul mate, to you I pledge forever my love. His heart tightened, his head spun. She melted around his cock. “Take me over, my woman.”
She planted her hands and rocked against him. “Do it, Elan. Hard. Fast. Take your woman to the highest mountain. Take me home to the Superstitions.”
He pulled out and rammed into her, thrusting, pounding her.
“More, harder.”
He grabbed her hips and rammed her like a piston, until he couldn’t hold back. The tip of his cock exploded and the hot liquid bathed them as he continued to thrust and spurt. They were one, connected now by more than a spiritual match. “Say it, my Evening Sun. Say it and seal our fate.”
“No other seed will enter my body, my womb.”
Not the words he wanted, but their meaning melted his soul. He withdrew and she turned onto her back reaching for him. He lay over her body, claiming her mouth with tender kisses. Her fingers ran through his damp hair, and cradled his face, caressing with her thumbs. He lifted and gazed into her eyes. “We’ve bonded physically, spiritually and yet to know each other.”
“We have time.” She brought his mouth back to hers and kissed him. “Take me upstairs.”
Elan rose, scooped her up in his arms and with her mouth grazing his neck and shoulders, he reveled in her hunger. Whether or not the spiritual nexus of the family triad controlled it, he knew a real part of her was now here. She was too strong, too much of a woman not to be or she wouldn’t have come to him at the hour she did.
He let Cassandra ease down the length of his body as he stopped near the shower and reached in to turn the water on. Her mouth found his nipple and her tongue swirling over it had his cock wanting to react. They had to shower, he reminded himself. He tipped her head up and brushed over her mouth teasing the corners. “My hands want to ravage you, be careful.” He unclasped the necklace and laid it on the vanity counter within his reach, shuddering as her tongue laved over his chest, twisting and teasing the hair he refused to yank out to follow tradition.
With reserved control, he opened the shower curtain, helped her in, and followed. He stood under the hot spray and tipped his head back as his eyes closed. She held heat hotter than the stone of the mountain he used to climb. He hungered for its consumption. First, he needed to take a moment to let his body cleanse and the need to shove her to the wall to ease so as not to hurt her.
He wiped the water from his face and reached for the bar of soap. His breath whooshed out on a growl.
Chapter 14
His woman was gone, lost in passion. Her face upturned as she molded her breast, her fingers flying in and out of pussy. The pure ecstasy on her face froze him in place. He watched his lover pleasure herself and wanted to join her, wanted to lick her fingers as they came out coated with fresh juices, and suck her clit as she worked herself into an internal orgasm. His chest heaved while he watched her, hearing her moans as she neared the peak of what he ached to see. He wanted to watch her experience an orgasm in way a woman could bring from herself. To fulfill the wonderment he once wished to see with the eye of the camera. With trembling fingers, he grasped the soap and lathered his cock, trying not to bring himself to the brink of coming as he cleansed. Her breath hitched and she grasped the safety bar.
“So, close, so close,” Cassandra whispered. “Elan, please. I need help.”
The soap fell to the tub floor and he stepped toward her and met a barrier.
“God, Elan!” she panted. “I
can’t do it. It won’t surface. Help me!”
Her painful moans tore at him, causing him to kick at the barrier.
“Help me!” Frantically, she tried to draw the orgasm from her hardened nub. Whimpers escaped from her, filling the small area until it drowned the sounds of the shower out. Her breasts heaved as tears of intense frustration fell down her face and she slipped down into the tub while she pounded her tunnel with her fingers. “Please! Help me!”
Pissed, he clawed and tried to move around the curtain side, but came up against another wall. “Take the fuckin’ wall down!” he yelled at the ceiling of the shower. “My woman has no need to suffer. My heart’s entwined with hers. Her pain is my own. Let me love her.”
Elan opened his eyes, shocked to feel the shower spraying over his upturned face. He looked at Cassandra who watched him with curiosity. She wasn’t on the floor, wasn’t begging for him to help her. She watched him with hunger-filled eyes. What the hell! Damn the haunting visions. There was no need for them now.
Her hands flattened against the wall, her fingers kneading. “No need to suffer. Pleasure yourself,” he told her. She lowered her eyes to where he lathered his shaft. “Touch yourself as you did before.” Startled eyes widened. “I saw. I felt your need.”
Her hand moved with slow hesitance, but she caressed her blond tuft, easing downward into the core of her. He watched her fingers disappear into the swollen flesh and reappear with her glistening juices. Riveted, he watched her thrust faster as her breasts heaved with her increased arousal. His hips moved forward at the contact and he saw her hesitate. “Don’t stop,” he said with an added huskiness to his voice. He saw her eyes darken to a midnight blue as she watched his hand move over his length. Her tongue ran over her lips and he knew his touch to himself made her hotter. She swallowed and he felt the glorious urge, the rise of cum. He stopped before he had to spew and let the shower rinse the suds as her eyes closed. She blew out and he stepped toward her.
Relieved when no barrier stopped him, he placed his palms on the tiles near her head. “My beautiful Evening Sun,” he whispered. Her hands grazed his hips. “Don’t stop pleasuring yourself,” he told her.
Her glazed eyes met his, and she took his hand down and placed it in her heat. He moved his hand, covering hers, urging her to continue enjoying herself. His abs quivered as she slipped between the swollen folds. He left his hand on hers, relishing in what she was doing. Her breath came out in raspy pants. She nipped his chin and wrapped an arm around his shoulder as she pulled her hand free and began to rub her clit. He shuddered as his fingers delved into her cavern. “You’re like a volcano coming to life,” he mumbled as he fought the need to ram into her. She moaned and grabbed him. Her wet, warm fingers caused him to jerk. He pried them from the hard length and guided them back into her hot tunnel with his. Together they thrust and worked her to frenzy, their fingers massaging and thrusting until her body began to slip. He wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her up.
“Take me,” she panted.
Elan ignored the request, intent on taking her higher and higher.
She grabbed the showerhead, arching her back. “Oh, god, Elan.”
He lifted her thigh, setting her foot on the tub edge and pounded her, absorbed with the action of her internal muscles squeezing, begging for more. Her breath fanned over him, giving added warmth to his heated flesh, urging him to thrust deeper.
“More,” she gasped. “Anything. Something.” She pushed on his shoulder, urging him down and he went down on his knees. He ran his tongue over the button withholding the orgasm he knew she craved. Shudders rushed through her and he glanced up at her with his eyes. She watched him with anxiousness and he pulled his fingers from her core, licking her cum from them one-by-one. The moans coming from the depths of her soul spurred him on. He buried them inside her, tapping the ends against her.
She yanked his hair. “Oh, yes…yes…yes.” He felt the gush of juices and backed off before she went into the full-blown orgasm.
“God, don’t!” Her knees gave way and he caught her before she fell into to the tub. She bit his shoulder as the gurgling of her moans touched his nerves and he couldn’t hold back any longer. He stepped from the tub and laid her out on the carpeted floor, ramming into her.
“Yes!” She dug her nails into his shoulders as her hips thrust up and down with his rhythm. “Harder…faster.”
He sped up and felt her tighten around him, her legs lifting her from the floor as she rotated her clit against him. She moaned and moved so he hit her it head on. He shook and his lids closed over his eyes as he slammed into her. The sound of her nectar swishing around him as their bodies made love to each other was like watching angry waters thrashing against rocks. It consumed him.
She dug her heels into him and went silent. Still. He knew, his cock knew, and the overwhelming drive to take them over the edge kick-started an urgency he couldn’t stop. He thrust and ground into her. She sucked in air and he gave a guttural cry as she erupted. He shot into the depths of her as convulsions consumed her. He continued to thrust and grind between spurts. He closed his eyes. The sounds of her breathing, her moans like a sigh on the wind, kept him going until the long awaited orgasm leveled and her body went lax.
Under lowered lashes, he saw the serene peace beyond the flush and perspiration and peered into the half-closed pools of midnight. He lowered until his chest rested against hers. She caressed the sides of his face with her fingers then her eyes closed. Moved by her need to rest, he brushed his lips across hers before rising from her.
Elan took her to his bed, and lay with her in his arms. Caressing her head, he glanced up at Sassy. She curled up on the headboard. Women, didn’t matter what the breed, were a mystery he didn’t feel so frightened of now. He kissed Cassandra’s head and closed his eyes.
* * * *
Cassandra jumped. The squeaky sound disturbing the quiet of her back yard came from the far gate on the other side of the house. She watched Elan cross the yard to the steps leading up to her apartment unaware she sat back under a group of oak trees. The swing held many childhood memories and she’d come out to feel the leftover comfort before she had to start making calls.
She wasn’t ready to have her time disrupted, but decency wouldn’t let her keep quiet, allowing Elan to think she wasn’t up.
“Elan.” The softness of her voice didn’t sound as if it would carry far, but he stopped on the bottom step and his head turned her way. He came across the yard toward her and she wasn’t surprised she didn’t have the overwhelming need to rip open his coat and devour him. The spell had broken, leaving her with a sense of something larger she’d had to push back for later exploration. His black eyes pierced hers as he stopped a few feet away. He, too, knew the spell had been broken. It was evident in the relaxed way he moved, the loss of fixed urgency in his expression. She gathered the lapels of her coat together at her neck as a chilly breeze blew through. When was spring going to show itself?
“Why are you sitting in the cold?” he asked.
She blinked away fresh tears. “My grandfather passed away early this morning.” He stared at her and she could see unsettling emotion cross his face. His jaw set and he swallowed as he masked it.
“Yes. I’m sorry. He kneeled and caressed the side of her face. “You’re shivering. Let’s get you inside.”
“I can’t.” She shoved her hands in her pockets and leaned back, feeling almost naked under the coat. It hadn’t entered her mind before, but now she realized she should have dressed after the coroner took her grandfather away. Silent tears slipped down her cheeks as her lashes closed. His warm hands caressed her calves, but it didn’t help the ache in her heart. “Please, go, Elan. You have your life back.”
“Cassandra,” he said as he smoothed strands of hair from her face.
Her eyes opened, looking into the darkness of his. She was too vulnerable right now and didn’t want to lean on him. Didn’t want to explore the need to crawl
into his arms for comfort, but it’s what she wanted to do.
She took a deep breath and let it out with a forced slow ease. “He’d called me, but got the machine.” After brushing at the tears, she told him, “I found him on the kitchen floor near the back door. I should have been here. I meant to leave the necklace with you and come home.” She couldn’t contain the distraught and began to sob. Elan sat, pulling her to his side.
He caressed her back, but didn’t say anything. What could he say to make it easier? She appreciated his silence and snuggled into his body heat, feeling the contrast between it and the cold.
“We can’t second guess what we do.”
“I’m all the family he had. I should have been here.” His arms tightened around her, but she pushed away from him, wiping her cheeks. It was pathetic to sit here and cry when she had so much to do. “I have calls to make, arrangements to make—”
“There’s time. Go dress and we’ll go back to my house.”
“No. I—”
“Yes. You need time. Rest.”
She sniffled and fingered the bracelet she wore on her left arm. “Maybe I should have bought the larger one, because its not done much healing.”
Elan closed his fingers around her wrist and moved the bracelet up under her coat sleeve where it fit tight on the fleshier part of her forearm. “Leave it there as long as you can stand it.”
She searched her pockets for a tissue, pulled one out, and wiped her nose. “I have funeral arrangements to make, people to notify, the shop—”
“All of it can wait. He would want you to come with me and rest.” He took her hand and stood. “Come.”
Cassandra stood and went with him up to her apartment. Inside, she left him in the living room and went to her bedroom.
Pulling out a sweater and pair of jeans, she tossed her coat on the bed. Pulling the nightshirt over her head, she felt his presence though she never heard him approach. She covered herself with the cotton fabric and faced him.