by Bonnie Bliss
“Patrick. We are over. I think you made that pretty clear. Why are you here?”
The twat shoved his hands in his pockets and the smug expression on his face spoke of his character. “You owe this month’s rent. I’m not fucking paying it.”
He could feel the rage burn off his woman. She was shooting daggers at the asshole, and he was proud of his little woman. She shook her head and took a step closer to Deacon’s stone form and he wanted nothing more than to wrap her up in his arms and fly away.
“No, Patrick. Your freeloading—is over. Why don’t you get one of your other girls to pay? Why even bother with me anymore?”
He had the decency to look sheepish for a moment. “They left. I can’t find Darla. After we finished she left and her phone is disconnected.”
She snorted. It was fucking adorable. “That sucks for you. But I’m not paying. Get a job.” She started to walk around him and the son of a bitch put his arms on her. He spun her around and shook her—hard. She cried out and it was all Deacon could do to control his rage. The warrior bubbled higher. He’d fought in many wars and this was his new battle. To find his mate and continue on the family line. Put a baby in her belly and keep her close. His cock started to grow at that thought, and he shifted only slightly. He watched as his little librarian fought that cunt. The sight of him hitting Beth brought a loud raging battle cry from his stone form.
Beth was on the ground. The salty fragrance of her pain and tears filled Deacon’s nostrils and he roared towards the asshole that had hit his woman. He snatched up the man and took him up, up, up, and punched Patrick. Patrick’s head snapped back and it was enough to knock him out.
Deacon dropped him. He could hear Beth scream as she watched the asshole’s progression to the ground but he went right into the fountain. No one else was around and all was silent. Deacon slammed into the concrete right in front of his woman, who was still on the ground. A light purple bruise was already forming on her pretty face where the fucker had punched her. It wasn’t a slap; Patrick had punched her.
He looked down at the little woman and took a step closer. To her credit Beth didn’t scream and run. She had quite a sense of control about her. His chest swelled with pride once more that his future mate was quite accepting of all this. He’d figured it would take much longer to show her this side of him.
“Just stop, big guy! You’re—” she looked over to the empty space where he usually rested while watching over her. “That—I mean—shit. Help me out here.”
“I am yours.”
Her eyes went wide and he watched the flash of heat in her eyes right before the scent of her fresh, spicy arousal washed over him.
“I warned you.”
Deacon didn’t give her a chance to run. He grabbed her in his arms and exploded off the ground into the night sky.
Chapter Three
She was flying. Holy shit. She was up in the air with her stone warrior and he’d just saved her from a rampaging Patrick. Oops. They kinda left him in the fountain. She couldn’t find the ability to care. He’d hit her. She whimpered when she felt the prickles of pain in her cheekbone. She reached up and rubbed lightly. Bethany looked up at the stone man she’d come to think of as a friend. He was a silent comfort, like so many of the heroes in her books.
“Thank you—I mean—for saving me?”
He looked down at her and she lifted her hand, cupping his cheek like she’d done so many other times before.
“I would’ve taken you sooner. But you seemed—content.”
“I’ve never been content.” She breathed out.
Shit. He was one of those men. The kind that made smart women stupid and swoony. Oh, God. Please don’t swoon!
Bethany must’ve looked panicked because he laughed and then started to drop them down. She dug her nails into his warm stone flesh as she caught sight of the large home on top of a hill. The Hollywood sign was very close to where he was landing. How had they gotten to Hollywood so quick? She banished the thought when he landed on the hard ground that surrounded a very geometric—shaped pool. It was all modern lines and very clean. The man didn’t set her down; he marched them into the house. The walls of the home were made up of glass—windows.
He slid her slowly down his body, and she felt every solid inch of him.
“Mm. My little Beth. You make a man’s cock ache.”
Bethany sucked in her bottom lip and swallowed. His gaze travelled to her throat and watched it work on that action before his hand came out and his fingers trailed over her skin. He circled the hollow of her throat and she trembled.
“Responsive. Is your whole body that responsive, Beth?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“I like Beth. I also like mine. We will save that for when my dick is bottomed out inside you.”
Her mouth dropped open and he didn’t give her much time to respond before he was shifting. Slowly the stone melted away, and all those hard, sharp lines exposed a man. The man. The handsome man that had told her all those things outside the library.
Bethany took a step back, shaking her head. She blinked a few times then opened her eyes wide to make sure this was all real. That hot guy. He was naked, and God, he looked good naked.
She looked him over—she tried not to, but she couldn’t help it. Bethany dared anyone to be in a room with a man this beautiful and not stare. Her gaze went right to his cock, which was pointing—hard, thick, and long—right at her.
“Oh, shit.”
“Oh, fuck.”
She jerked her gaze up and he was smirking at her. Bethany glared back at him. She tried to seem fierce, and not totally aroused.
“You’re mocking me.”
“No.”
“Yes. You are. I don’t like it.” She wrapped her arms around her middle and stepped back.
“No! You will not hide from me!”
He was on her before she could fight him back. Her shirt was ripped down the front and it exposed the silly black lace bra that Patrick had forced her to buy. Her boobs were huge, and they puckered out of the top of her bra. His warm hands skimmed over the mounds, and gooseflesh bubbled to the surface. Her eyes fluttered shut and she arched into the touch.
“That’s it. Come to me, little one.”
“Name,” she mumbled. It was the only response she could muster.
“Deacon,” he rumbled before his lips spread caressing kisses over her neck, throat, and then over the tops of her abundant boobs.
His fingers gathered the bra and yanked down the cups. Her boobs spilled out. Her hard nipples ached in the cool air around her. Deacon didn’t give her much time to adapt as his mouth wrapped around the swollen nubs. His tongue traced and teased her little buds. Her fingers gathered in his hair. Bethany’s heart hammered against her chest the more her arousal grew. He was growing as he worked at the buttons of her jeans. She could hear tearing and she cried out.
“No! My favorite!” Why she cared about her jeans when she was about to fuck the hottest man she’d ever seen, she couldn’t tell you.
“I’ll buy you new ones.”
The tearing sound was so erotic her knees went out from under her, and he caught her up in his arms before carrying her to his room. She was tossed onto a very large bed. Bethany looked up at him and her legs fell open in welcome.
“Please.”
“Please what, little one? Tell me.”
He grabbed his cock in his hand and started to stroke himself. A tiny bead of pre-cum leaked from the slit. Her tongue ran over her lips in an unconscious movement. He smirked and she could see the playful arousal in his gaze. Getting up to her knees, she crawled over to him, and parted her lips, looking at him through her lashes.
“I want to taste you.”
He aimed his cock right at her mouth and she flicked her tongue over the tip. He cursed, grabbing the back of her hair before shoving just the head of his cock in her mouth. Her lips hugged his thick dick as her tongue toyed with the crown. He thrust
into her mouth. She reached up and grabbed his firm ass cheeks, going to work on him. She slid him down her throat deeper, and about midway down his cock she started to gag. She tried to relax but it wasn’t working. She worked his balls with her fingers and he started to thrust harder. She breathed through her nose, her eyes watering, as she took him deeper. He worked her mouth as she imagined this was just a prelude to what he was going to do to her pussy. Bethany whimpered when he tugged on her hair tighter. It was a pleasant, needy action that made her feel powerful.
Before long he was pulsing in her mouth and roared when he pulled her free. His cock popped out of her mouth with a wet sound. She looked up at him, begging him silently. She wanted more.
***
Fuck. She was everything.
Deacon looked down at his little woman. Her mouth was all wet and swollen from his dick. A string of spit connected her bottom lip to the head of his cock. He reached out and brushed his thumb over her bottom lip, disconnecting the vulgar little thing.
“When I come, it’s going to be inside that tight little cunt.”
He watched something dangerous flare in her gaze. “How do you know I’m tight? I’m not a virgin.”
He snarled and flipped her over onto her belly. She started to get to her knees but he pressed her back down. He leaned over and ran his tongue from that sexy little dip in her lower back, all the way up to her neck. She tasted salty and sweet. Her legs were dangling off the end of the bed and he kicked them open wider. He leaned over her body, gathering her hair in his fist and pulling it to the side so he could see her face. She tried to look back when he started to part her wet, swollen pussy lips with his big fingers. She moaned out his name.
It was like sweet fucking music.
“I love how you respond to me.”
“I don’t know you.”
“You will.” And he shoved two fingers in her tight, wet cunt and groaned. Her sexy silk wrapped around his digits. He worked her hard. Deacon wanted her ready for him. He wasn’t going to fuck her light—he was going to take her hard and fast. She started to beg him. The words were like fire against his already hard dick and he gave her ass a firm swat.
She squealed and wriggled against the bed.
“That’s it. Grind that bud against the bed as I fuck you with my fingers.”
“But˗˗”
She couldn’t talk and he took fucking pleasure in that. He laughed and finger fucked her harder, swirling around inside her until he found that spongy little nub that had her hips jerking and she was screaming. Deacon could feel her juices coming faster. She was ready; she was going to come for him. He pulled his fingers free just as she was about to stumble over the edge.
“Fuck! Please! No! Come back! Please!” She jerked and tried to lift her ass off the bed.
In that position she was spread and it gave a perfect view of her pink pussy. The lips were swollen and darker in color. He watched the cream leak from her slit and he swiped a finger through all that juice. Deacon pinned her with a glare as he lifted the glistening finger to his lips and sucked her off. She drew in a breath and parted her lips.
“No one˗˗”
“Has ever tasted you?” he finished.
She jerked her head a bit.
“What fucking fools. You taste like heaven and hell. Redemption and corruption. Sweet and bitter. And it’s all fucking mine!”
He took hold of her hips and shoved her back down on the bed. The bed was raised high off the ground and it put her opening right at his cock level. He nudged at her and she screamed out a protest.
“Condom! I’m not—I mean—we always used one. I never needed birth control.”
Deacon smirked down at her before leaning over her body, sweaty and so ready for his rough love. He nuzzled against her cheek. He swiped his tongue over the side of her lips and growled.
“There will be no barriers between us. You are mine and I’m going to plant my seed so deep inside you, you will know you are mine.”
“But—what if?”
“I get you with child?” he purred against her lips.
She seemed to be amused by this and smiled. “Um, yes.”
“Then I get you with child, and you will be even more mine. I can’t wait to see you swell with my babe. Fuck.”
Then he was shoving his dick inside her. Lights erupted behind his eyes as he drove into her hard and fast. Her screams were muffled against the sheets and her fingers clawed at the bedding. Her warm sheath hugged his cock hard. She was wet but tight, and he knew she was in pain, but he didn’t give her time to adjust as he started driving deep. With each thrust she screamed for more.
“Harder, please! Oh God. Fuck, Deacon! Please!”
Her screams turned to mewls and whimpers. Beth’s hips jerked and tried to catch his thrusts but Deacon held her against the bed, flat on her belly as he drove home and exerted his dominance over her. When she got rougher and started to curse him he gave her ass another smack and she stopped jerking. Each time he spanked her, her pussy gushed over his dick and he loved it. He would toss in a swat just to feel her cunt get tight and wet around him. It all fueled his fucking. When his balls drew in tight and he could feel the tingle of pain before he came he yanked free and she screamed bloody hell at him.
Deacon flipped her over. She was panting, looking up at him with a glitter in her eyes as she allowed him to grab hold of her thighs. He lifted her legs and caught them against his chest. Her pussy was right at his dick and he easily slipped back inside her. His little Beth let out a sigh of relief and it fed the animal that he was. He unleashed on her, pounding into her until she couldn’t even scream anymore and then he was coming. Spurts of his come spilled inside her tight little cunt and she was panting and clawing at the bed. Her little human nails had torn the sheets right up and he grinned down at her as the ache in his cock was unleashed inside her.
His beautiful little mate was spent and he had worn her right the fuck out. He pulled free of her and looked down at his glistening dick, coated in a mixture of his and her juices, then looked down at her. She lay like liquid grace over his bed. Her huge tits were spread and he slipped up next to her, grabbed both her nips and pinched them hard. Her lips parted and she cried out in pain and bliss. In her euphoria he shoved his cock in her mouth and she hummed as she cleaned him off.
“That’s it. Taste us together. Clean me all up, my little one.” She lapped and sucked at his cock until he was hard and ready to go again.
He sat her right on his lap and he made her ride him hard before her eyes went heavy after she came again. He snuggled them up in the sheets and allowed her to sleep as he watched over her.
Chapter Four
Bethany came to slowly. The first thing that she felt were the tiny aches all over, particularly the one between her legs. She smiled as she shifted closer to the welcome heat next to her. A low rumble drew her eyes open and she looked into Deacon’s face. She blinked a few times before she sat up and took him all in. Everything about him defied logic or reality but it was all real. And he wanted her?
He sat up against the huge headboard that was very black and marble. The sheet rested just before that hard cock.
“You want more, my insatiable little human?”
She went into his lap willingly. Bethany straddled him and toyed with the light spattering of chest hair.
“So, what are you, exactly?”
He nudged her chin with his finger and looked into her eyes.
“I’m an ancient warrior created by the powers of light to defeat evil. It has been over five hundred years since I have had to go into battle. I’ve not heard from my creator in that time. Then I was called upon ten years ago when I was living in Scotland. I was told to come here, that I would know when I got here why. Then I saw you.”
Her eyes went wide, and she pulled the sheet up higher. He snarled and yanked it free and her boobs bounced in his face. He grinned before he cupped them.
“I like your tits. They are b
ig and taste divine.”
She laughed and swatted at him. “Ten years?”
He got serious again, but his thumbs kept toying with her sensitive nubs and she went wet and achy all over again.
“Yes, I’ve been watching over you. Not quite really knowing why. I felt a pull to you. I tried to keep that Patrick from you, but he is quite stubborn, as are you.”
She blushed and looked away, but he wasn’t about to let her escape. Instead he scooted down to lay flat on his back. Before she could protest, he had her pussy propped right over his face and he was flicking his tongue over her clit.
“Now that I have you, I’m not letting you go.”
“Too soon. Too much,” she panted.
“Oh, that was nothing, little one.”
His tongue went from her ass to her clit and she cried out his name as he started to fuck her with his tongue.
“Just you wait. Soon all you will remember is my tongue, fingers, and dick inside this sweet pussy.”
She believed him.
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Table of Contents
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four