The Glittering World Anthology: Native American Romance Paranormal Fantasy

by Trinity Blacio

  “Off. Please, I want to touch you too.”

  He released her to stand straight, holding her gaze with his as he lifted his arms over his back, taking his shirt off in one smooth move. Dyani’s eyes widened as he tossed his shirt on top of her dress.

  “You have tattoos.”

  Her statement surprised a chuckle out of him. “Yeah, it’s a tradition.” He almost said pack, correcting himself at the last minute.

  “Did it hurt?” She traced her fingers over his chest where the tattoo covered the entire canvas.

  “Not really.” He’d been fifteen and high on his first hunt where he’d led the pack.

  “I’d like a tattoo someday.”

  Rasmund growled, not liking the idea of her being marked by anyone but him. “Why?” he asked, tempering his voice so he didn’t scare her.

  She shrugged. “My people, the Chinook, have a beautiful history that’s being forgotten. I’d like to do something that is a reminder of them.”

  And like that, she reminded him why he loved her. His wolf settled too. Yeah, this woman could turn him and his crazy wolf into tame house pets if he didn’t watch it. He wanted to turn her mind back to the pleasure he could give her, wanted to make her lose herself in the moment again.

  Taking her nipple back into his mouth, he let his finger glide along her ribs, enjoying the feel of her smooth skin beneath him. He sucked deeply, taking as much of her breast inside as he could. She may not think she was big, but she was more than enough for him.

  Her soft sigh became a deep moan. Her eyes closed, a furrow appeared between her brows, and her lips parted as she panted out a breath. He moved his hands down to her hips, tugging her against him, and then releasing her. “Wrap your arms around me.”

  Not waiting to see if she did as he said, he lifted her from the counter. What he planned next, needed her to be lying flat on a comfortable bed with him, and included a lot more room than the countertop afforded.

  Dyani jolted at his demand, wrapping her arms around his neck as they moved the short distance to the bed. He laid her down like she was precious, which to him she was. He stood back up, staring down at her, trying to calm the storm raging inside him. Shit, he didn’t want to fall on her like a beast. “I knew you’d look perfect, right there in nothing but your skin. There’s one little problem.”

  She stared up at him, her arms out to the side. “What?”

  “While I love those panties, they’re blocking my view.” He grinned. “I’ll fix that in a minute though.”

  While she lay there, her dark eyes full of wonder, he kicked his boots off, placing them next to the bed, trying like hell to remember to go slow. Next, he undid the button on his jeans, still holding her dark gaze as he shimmied them down his long legs before kicking them off to the side. With his boxer briefs on, he climbed onto the bed. Her aroused scent increased, need and a little fear mixing together. Running his hands up her legs, he followed the path with his lips, kissing and licking until the smell of fear was washed away, ensuring merely her sweet smell of need permeated the air. When he hit the tiny pink panties, he placed a kiss right on the center, feeling the hardened bud beneath his lips.

  Dyani jolted like he’d touched her with a stick of dynamite; her yelp had him doing it again. With a grin, he eased the panties down, kissing the top of her mound as he did.

  “Oh my...” she whispered. “I’ve never let anyone—”

  He didn’t need her to finish what she was saying. Hell, he wondered if she’d even been to a lady doctor. Didn’t matter, he was happy as all get out to be the first and last to see and feel Dyani like this. Her pussy was slick with need, making his mouth water for a taste, and when he ran his thumb over her clit, it was so damn hard he didn’t think she’d last long enough for him to slide a finger inside her before she came apart.

  Testing his theory, he feathered his thumb over her clit, making her cry out. He did it again, followed by licking a slow path from her entrance up.

  “What are you doing?” she groaned.

  “I’m just getting started.” He rubbed his thumb over her hardened nub while he licked relentlessly, wanting to take all of her taste into him. Her nails digging into his shoulders, her pleas for him to never stop, spurred him on.

  He looked up, gaze locked onto her as she arched upward; the perfect breasts he could one day see nursing their young were round with dusky tips, pointing upward. Her eyes were tightly closed as she bit her lip. Her mouth opened, gasping as pleas escaped her tightly closed lips.

  “Come for me, Tik-égh,” he ordered her, thrusting a finger inside her tight opening. Holy shit, she was slick and hot, and so damn tight clenching down on his finger. He inserted a second, using her wetness while keeping up the friction on her clit.

  “Oh god. I can’t,” she wailed.

  “You can, my love.” He opened his mouth over her clit, sucking on it as he pressed a third finger into her. Fuck, she was so tight he needed to open her more to take him without pain.

  Looking up, he saw her eyes flutter open, staring down at him with big dark eyes dilated with need. “That feels...so good. So full. Don’t stop.”

  Her telling him not to stop was laughable since the one way he would be able to, was if she asked him to. Even then he’d have to shift and run, which would scare the fuck out of her.

  “Never. Let yourself go. I got you.” The words were whispered against her flesh, her needy little moans becoming louder.

  Finally, her little body jerked as his fingers hit that spongy spot deep inside her. He concentrated on it, stroking in and out, watching her face as she came apart under his fingers. He didn’t relent, stroking her clit, loving the way she bucked upward.

  “Yes, yes,” she panted.

  “That’s it, Dyani.” He treasured the way she gave over control to him, staring down at him as if he was her world, her body twitching inside and out as she came. The hard clench and release on his fingers finally let up, but her breathing was still choppy. His back would hold her nail marks for a little bit. He wished she was a shifter so she could mark him in the way of their kind, but he pushed that thought to the back of his mind. He’d be happy with what she and he could be. Forever mates.

  “You’re beyond delicious and beautiful when you come, my gorgeous mate,” he said climbing upward, covering her body with his.

  “I didn’t know it would be like that.” She closed her eyes, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

  He inhaled, burying his face in her neck. “It’s not always, hardly ever. When two people are created for one another like we are is the exception to the rule.”

  She tugged his hair. “Are you going to make love to me now?”

  Chapter Six

  Dyani felt her cheeks had to be hot. Her entire body sizzled like she’d been lit on fire. She waited for him to push up and agree, yet a moment passed and then another with him lying on top of her. “Why aren’t you inside me?”

  “I’m trying to get myself in control before I ram myself inside you like an out of control animal.”

  His words made her snort. “I don’t think you’ve heard me complaining about anything you’ve done so far, Rasmund.” She tugged on his hair, needing him to look at her.

  “That’s because you’ve never been with a...man before.” He slowly lifted his head, his eyes appeared to glow for a moment, then they were closing as he pressed their foreheads together. “I want to make this memorable in good ways for you.”

  “Silly man, it already is. Kiss me.” She cradled his face in her palms.

  He pressed a kiss to her nose, and then her cheeks, before continuing to nuzzle down to her neck. She was sure she felt him nip her with his teeth that felt a little too sharp. “I want to possess every part of you, Tik-égh. I want to fuck you so hard, so thoroughly, you’ll never question who you belong to.”

  His words made her body shiver. “Yes please.”

  “Damn, that sho
uld’ve scared you, not turned you on,” he growled, silencing her with a hard kiss.

  She’d never been kissed, let alone spoken to the way Rasmund talked, yet she felt...cherished, loved, and above all else, wanted. “You don’t scare me.”

  “You’re a crazy female. You should be locked away for your own safety. I wish I was more romantic. You deserve better than me.” He licked a slow path down her neck, taking her left breast into his mouth.

  “You are good enough. Oh god, Rasmund, love me.”

  “I am. I do,” he said pulling back.

  She frowned up at him. “Where are you going?”

  His grin was positively wicked as he stared down at her. “I can’t very well make love to you with my boxer briefs on.”

  In that moment she was jealous of the cotton fabric, until his thumbs hooked the sides, sliding it down his hips, allowing his manhood to jut free. Dyani was sure she was prepared to welcome him into her body, but the size of him was a lot larger than she’d thought. “Rasmund, I don’t...I don’t think it’s gonna work.”

  “You lie back and let me make sure you’re ready. I promise, when I slide inside, you’ll be so far gone you won’t even notice anything except pleasure.” He gripped his dick, pumping his hand up and down a couple of times as he spoke.

  She looked at his face then his hand holding himself. “That’s not possible.”

  Rasmund was so many things. Big, commanding, sweet, and gentle. Small was not one of those things. He must realize how nervous she was as he shifted to kneel between her spread legs again, kissing her knee. “How about I prove to you how much I can make you forget.”

  Oh lord. She didn’t think she could live through another one of his slow torture explorations. She quickly realized she could, and he would make sure she did come again before moving up her body. When he slid between her thighs, his body pressing her legs even wider than before, it barely registered in her foggy brain. At eighteen she’d heard other girls talk of faking an orgasm and had thought she’d have to do the same, yet here she was with Rasmund, already experiencing two mind-blowing orgasms.

  “I love you, Rasmund,” she whispered, uncaring if he didn’t truly feel the same.

  Satisfaction lit his eyes. “I need you.”

  Slowly he pushed inside. The sharp pinch had her freezing. “Oh!” she said on a startled breath.

  He growled something too low for her to make out through the rushing noise in her ears as he pulled out and pushed back in. With both his palms next to her head as he stared down, she could’ve sworn his eyes changed colors.

  In small increments, he eased in and out, holding her gaze. “Keep your eyes open, Dyani. I want to see you when I take your virginity.”

  She gasped as her body stretched to accommodate him, feeling him in every part of her. The pain became almost too much and then he reared back, then slamming forward with a groan. Tears pricked her eyes. She wiggled, unable to escape from the pain of his penetration.

  “Hold still. Let your body adjust,” he murmured, feathering kisses across her brow, kissing away her tears.

  Dyani took a deep breath, letting it out in a whoosh and did as he said. If she could let him finish, she could roll over, and it would be done. God, she should’ve thought before allowing him to take her. He was too big.

  “Look at me, baby.”

  His soft words made her realize she’d closed her eyes. She blinked, looking up at Rasmund through blurry vision. “I’m sorry,” she said.

  He shook his head. “Sssh, let me make it better.” He eased out slowly. The drag of his hard flesh didn’t hurt, shocking her. The opposite feeling happened; almost pleasure teased along her inner flesh.

  “You like that?” he asked, repeating the slow motion forward.

  She sniffed, nodding.

  He lowered his body so that his chest brushed hers, grabbing her hands so they were joined. She felt the spark of pleasure reignite as she melted into him, stunned he could do that to her after the pain of moments ago. Her heart thudded against her chest, bumping against his. She wondered if he could feel it, and then all thoughts flew as her body raced toward that pinnacle she’d experienced before.

  Rasmund’s head bent, and his tongue licked over her lips, sinking within her mouth as sure as his dick did her body. With every thrust and retreat, her world began and ended with this man. Dyani knew she would forever be his. No matter what, she’d always choose Rasmund.

  “Dyani, need to feel you come,” he rasped.

  She lifted her hips, meeting his strokes as he picked up the pace. Their bodies were crashing into one another, yet their hands never lost touch.

  “Come on, baby, you with me?”

  “I...yes,” she gasped.

  His lips kick up in a grin. “Good girl.”

  Even if she’d had any doubts, they were washed away as he bent his head, pressing his lips against hers. His mouth trailed a path across her jaw and down her neck. Goodness, she wondered if he was leaving marks that her parents would see?

  Then all thoughts left her mind.

  Everything ceased to exist as her body tightened, heated, exploding in a cascade of awakening as he powered into her over and over again. All she could do was feel and take what he gave her, which was nothing but pleasure. “Yes, yes, oh, Rasmund, it’s happening.”

  “Thank the goddess,” he groaned.

  She came, crying out so loud she was sure every animal in the forest surrounding their property would’ve heard.

  Rasmund continued to power in and out of Dyani. Her body seizing on his made it nearly impossible to move, but he couldn’t stop his own from continuing to search for fulfillment. All of a sudden, the tingle raced from his toes to his balls. He tossed his head back, roaring even louder than Dyani’s shout as he came and came, flooding her with his seed.

  “Ni’ka,” he roared. His body shuddered one last time, their eyes locking on one another. He smoothed the hair off her damp forehead.

  “You’re mine too.”

  He took a deep breath, looking down at his beloved mate. She was a miracle to him. “Yes. I am yours, and you are mine.”

  She sighed, her eyes fluttering closed beneath him. His dick was still hard. As a shifter, he could go for hours and not tire. Shifter females demanded a lot from their mates. When her breathing evened out, it was a reminder that Dyani wasn’t like him. Slowly he eased from her body, watching her face wince even in sleep. He padded to the bathroom and wet a washcloth with warm water. The man staring back at him looked the same, but different. He was supposed to mate with another female in two months. Now, he had a forever mate, a true mate that the fates had given him who wasn’t a shifter. Surely his father and pack would understand since Fate didn’t give a mate to a male every day. To turn away from such was like cutting off a limb. He wrung out the cloth, turned off the water with more force than necessary, before banishing thoughts of anyone and anything other than the female resting in the other room. He’d deal with the future and what was to come, later. For now, he was going to enjoy loving Dyani.

  He went back into the bedroom, staring down at her sleeping form with a sense of fulfillment. She was so innocent. So perfect. So human. Putting one knee on the mattress, he did his best to clean her up. His wolf wanted to shift and hunt, a natural thing for his kind. Rasmund had been keeping that side of himself locked down since coming to McKinley Landing. After a couple of swipes of the washcloth, she stirred.

  “What’re you doing?”

  “Making you more comfortable,” he told her.

  She looked around the room. “I need to get dressed and go home. My parents will be back soon.”

  He hated the panicked look that crossed her face as well as the truth of her statement. She’d graduated high school recently, while he was several years older in years, but so much older in many other ways. Jolon’ may like him, but he would probably be pissed if he found out Rasmund had taken his daughter’s vi
rginity. Of course, Rasmund had every intention of asking to mal-i-éh Dyani. “What time do they usually return home?”

  “Depends on what time they leave and if they stop for dinner. No later than midnight and no earlier than ten.” She bit her lower lip, again.

  “We got plenty of time then.” He tossed the cloth back toward the door to the bathroom, climbing in beside her so he could cuddle her against his chest. His wolf and he needed to feel her skin against them.

  “I’ll get better,” she whispered.

  He reared back, shocked at her words. “Woman, that was the most explosive experience of my entire life. Not that I’ve slept with hundreds of females or anything, but trust me, if you were any better, I’d be dead.”

  She pressed her forehead to his, wrapping her arms around him and kissing his nose. “You mean that don’t you?”

  “Absolutely. I wouldn’t lie to get you under me.” Hell, he’d never lie to his mate unless her life was at stake.

  When she smiled it was nearly blinding and he would do whatever he had to in order to see her smile like that more often. Of course, she couldn’t see the way he could in the dark, but he was pretty sure the same look graced his face.

  For the next few weeks they snuck around like two teenagers, a novel experience for him since he’d never had to do such a thing. The first night after they’d slept together, he’d walked her back the short distance to her house, kissing her on the porch before leaving her reluctantly. If he’d had his way, they’d have told her parents they were a couple, and she’d have moved into the loft with him. However, she’d said no to that, saying her parents were old-fashioned and wouldn’t allow it. Humans were so different from his kind.

  Every day he went to work and looked forward to seeing Dyani afterward. His life by anyone’s standards would be normal. The longer he was with Dyani, especially when he noticed a change in her scent, he realized he had to tell his father he wasn’t going to be returning to the pack.