Searing Ecstasy

by Setta Jay

  He licked and then sucked a nipple into his mouth until her fingers were digging into his hair, wanting it harder, stronger.

  Tell me. If you want it harder, tell me to suck your tits ’til you come.

  She choked out words, but they didn’t make sense, at least not to her. Not with her head thrashing wildly; she needed more. His other hand went to her thigh and bent her knee to his shoulder. Keep it here, he demanded while caressing her thigh, positioning her wide open and aching for his cock.

  He didn’t give it to her. Instead, he plumped and pinched one breast while devouring the other as if he couldn’t get enough of her taste. He was too low to give her what she really needed, but the suction took control and sent her flying anyway. She cried and arched into him as a small orgasm sucked the air from her lungs.

  She didn’t have time to catch her breath before he growled against her stomach, Spread for me. He fit his wide shoulders between her thighs as she pulled his hair, earning a sexy snarl as his emerald gaze ensnared hers.

  “I want to watch you do it,” she rasped.

  His eyes burned into hers as he bent to take a taste. His tongue was so hot and wet she almost came again from the hard lick against her opening. She tilted her hips so he could do it again, harder.

  He did and a deep groan slipped from his lips rolling over her flesh. So fucking perfect. His eyes stayed with her as he set about driving her wild. Two fingers pushed inside as he sucked on her clit while all she could do was pull his hair and cry out for more.

  His other hand massaged the crease of her thigh and slipped down to her ass. Her entire body jerked wildly. You like it all, don’t you? You like it when I finger-fuck you as I toy with your tight little ass. You like me sucking your clit. What else will you like, Delia?

  I need your cock.

  She was gasping for breath when he finally surged over her, positioning his cock and guiding it in slowly. Too slowly as his eyes locked on every shudder of her body. She yanked his face down and moaned deep when he filled her up. “Yes.”

  She was dizzy with the sheer perfection of them together. He grabbed her hands, linking their fingers beside her head. His weight felt delicious as he bore down, flexing his hips so his cock slammed so damned deep she gasped before he pulled out and did it again.

  “You grip me so damned tight,” he bit out through clenched teeth.

  With each deep thrust he watched her as if he were memorizing every reaction, each thrashing movement, every whimper. She moaned and lifted her lips for more and he sank impossibly deeper as his eyes flashed with heat. His wide shoulders were so damned tense from holding back, giving her slow deep loving when she wanted him as wild as she was.

  “Again,” she demanded and he finally powered into her harder, faster until she was breaking apart in his arms, screaming up to the ceiling. The warm throbbing of his cock set off another pulse-pounding release and bowed her back until she collapsed into the pillows.

  His breathing was labored when he finally leaned down and claimed her lips. She tasted her come and his uniquely delicious blend of male, but there was nothing better than his warmth sinking her into the bed.

  When he moved to the side, he pulled her into his arms and she closed her eyes in complete bliss.

  Rest, he sent through the bond and then neither spoke as she cuddled into his chest, lulled by his strong heartbeat while he massaged her back.

  Never had anything felt so incredibly right.

  Chapter 15

  Guardian Manor, Tetartos Realm

  Nastia was antsy; she knew something was happening, she just didn’t know what. Tasha felt it too if her sister’s tense shoulders were any indication. The walls had actually shaken a few times.

  Bastian said to stay here. That everything’s fine. Her twin looked about as convinced as she was. Something was up, but she’d be damned if she’d check with the Phoenix. His voice in her head made her hot, and that was the last thing she needed at the moment. Sander and she had come to the manor so she could see her twin and check on Brigitte, and then he was taking her to Earth Realm via some supersecret way to get out of Tetartos. She was still irritated that he hadn’t told her what it was.

  At least she’d convinced him that they could still investigate what happened to Apollo even though they were taken off duty… well, he was taken off duty, she wasn’t a damned Guardian. Drake wasn’t her boss; she could do anything she wanted no matter what the dragon said. Surprisingly, it hadn’t taken much convincing.

  Just before they left his place he’d gotten called in. There was chatter about Drake and now nothing in that Guardian link they all spoke through and she was now privy to. It was an adjustment having all those voices in her head, but a part of her was glad that she knew what was going on. It was likely quiet now because all the Guardians were together. All but Sacha, who they’d checked on before coming to see Brigitte. The female Guardian, Bastian’s mother, had looked fine, but the fact that she was still unconscious worried her. Tasha and Bastian had been checking on the female every second they had.

  “Are you going to explain what the hell is going on?” The sound of Brigitte’s voice snapped her and Tasha’s attention back to the bed holding their redheaded friend.

  “What did Apollo say while he had you locked away?” Tasha asked cautiously. Brigitte had been taken by the God days ago and used as leverage against Nastia and her twin. The Guardians had assured them both that the bastard couldn’t physically harm their friend, a part of his prison sentence, but he still could’ve scared the shit out of her.

  “Don’t.” Brigitte lifted a hand to ward off the evasion. The female was fiery at times, maybe that’s why Nastia liked her so much. Well, shit. Nastia didn’t want to be the one to explain the situation. Apparently Drake had vetoed any option of the female returning to Earth because of her knowledge of Apollo. She would argue with the dragon when he wasn’t in meltdown mode. For now it seemed her friend was possibly this Realm’s newest permanent resident.

  Brigitte gritted her teeth and spoke before they did. “He informed me that he was ‘the’ Apollo; though after what happened in the club, I’d already figured that out.” Yeah, watching Nastia and the God in their mini battle had probably been a shocker to a female who, like all Mageia, thought the Guardians were the only powerful beings left in the world. That was only because the Guardians monitored the magic-wielding mortals to ensure they didn’t use their advanced power to take over humanity. She shook her head.

  “He didn’t hurt you?” Tasha asked gently.

  “No. He threatened and he spouted off a little about having created the two of you like some proud papa.” Brigitte’s French accent was coming through with her shock and frustration. The female was definitely still traumatized by the experience and Nastia felt like shit that it was her fault she had been on the God’s radar.

  Brigitte switched back and forth from English to French without seeming to realize it. “Why didn’t you tell me what you were?” The hurt look on the Mageia’s face left Nastia feeling uncharacteristically guilty.

  Nastia looked at her twin helplessly and tossed her ass under the bus. You’re up.

  Bitch, her sister snapped back.

  “We couldn’t tell you. We weren’t supposed to be in the Realm,” Tasha answered for them.

  Nastia and her sister had trained the Mageia for years. For centuries they’d pick a powerful female and teach her to use her abilities, add in some self-defense and give her a chance at independence that hadn’t been the norm. They’d instruct one female a decade and she’d pass her knowledge on to another. And each of their students were left with the impression that she and Tasha were just really eccentric and private Mageia who avoided the Guardians or any Coven politics.

  Since they had been created as weapons against the other Gods, their power signature was masked, an advantage when you were designed as an Immortal assassin. It had also proven handy while hiding in Earth Realm for millennia. It wasn’t until Tash
a hooked up with Bastian that they’d ended up on the Guardians’ radar.

  Brigitte breathed out. “So now what? What does all of this even mean? He spoke of sleeping Gods and Immortal races. The Guardians were the only Immortals I thought existed and now there are more. And Gods from myth really do exist?” The female would have known about the Realms, well, about Tetartos and Earth Realms. Mageia were given the option to live in Tetartos, away from humanity in a place where they could practice their elemental magic freely. It was quite the sales pitch, conveniently sans the fact that there were races of Immortals in the Realm just itching to find their mates. It seemed that information hadn’t made it into the brochure.

  “Everything’s going to be fine,” Tasha soothed and Nastia sent her a mental eye roll at that sad reassurance.

  Her twin mentally flipped her off and snapped, By all means, you try to ease her into her new life here. Her world has been upended. Her friends lied to her and she was kidnapped by a sadistic God.

  Nastia rubbed her neck and felt another pang of guilt as she looked down at her friend’s small frame laid out in the bed. It looked like she was getting tired again. She likely hadn’t slept at all during her days of captivity. No self-defense skills they’d given her would have worked against the God.

  “Where am I, anyway?” Brigitte asked as she looked around the room, it was very nice. They’d moved her upstairs to one of the guest rooms with a cozy sitting area in front of a stone fireplace. The furniture was of the highest quality and the bed looked comfortable. There was even a balcony and a private bathroom. And all of it was going to be Brigitte’s new home, something Nastia wasn’t looking forward to telling her.

  Nastia mentally groaned. Should we tell her where she is?

  We’re going to have to, Tasha bit out in frustration that matched Nastia’s.

  Okay, get it over with.

  Jesus, Nastia, why are you even here if you’re not going to help?

  You’re better at the empathy shit.

  Just… shut up.

  Brigitte’s eyes had narrowed on them during the seconds of their telepathic conversation. “What else aren’t you telling me?”

  “Are you comfortable? The room seems really nice,” her sister evaded.

  “Tasha.” The female’s voice had ratcheted up a notch.

  “You’re in Tetartos,” Nastia snapped. Better to do it like a Band-Aid.

  Brigitte gasped and Tasha sent Nastia a hard glare.

  “Oh my God,” the female said. Neither needed to tell her it was a one-way trip; all Mageia on Earth knew that if they chose to move to Tetartos, it was for good. The problem was that Brigitte hadn’t been given that choice.

  Tasha spoke again. “It’s actually pretty incredible here. The cities are great and have everything you’d want. The air quality is amazing.”

  Really? Air quality? Nastia couldn’t believe that even came out of her twin’s mouth.

  Tasha ignored Nastia’s comment and added, “And we’re here.” Did her twin’s voice go up at the last as if that was a plus? The look on Brigitte’s face clearly indicated that information was definitely a negative at the moment.

  Nastia sighed. “We’re sorry you ended up in the middle of our fight.” She didn’t do apologies well, but that one sounded pretty good. The fact that she was sincere seemed to help.

  Brigitte closed her eyes. “What about my house? My stuff?” At least the female didn’t have any close family. Nastia felt it wise not to mention that as a positive.

  The female’s eyes shot open. “What about the club?” She looked miserable and Nastia felt even worse. They’d just officially given the Mageia their upscale erotic club in Paris and now it was essentially taken away before the female even had a chance to so much as change the paint.

  Tasha blurted out, “I found something you’ll like better.”

  Nastia’s eyes shot to her twin. What?

  Tasha glared at her and ignored her telepathic question to speak to Brigitte, who not only looked frustrated, but now they could add skeptical. “Apollo told you about the Immortal Races?”

  “Yes, he was quite pleased at having created such incredible races. I was a little fearful for my life at the time, so you might refresh my memory,” Brigitte bit out.

  Nastia took a moment to mentally track Sander while her sister explained all she’d seen of the cities and how they were beautiful and that the place was a pleasure Mecca with sexy males galore. Brigitte’s brow was still furrowed; their friend was clearly not buying any of it.

  “I have nothing here. No money. No possessions. How will I enjoy this incredible utopia?” the redhead pointed out with a heavy dose of sarcasm. The Mageia wouldn’t be defeated by her circumstances; she would find her place here. Nastia and Tasha would make sure of it and it seemed that Tasha had already started working on making everything better for the Mageia.

  “The Guardians will get your stuff. They import Earth items all the time for shop owners.”

  “And what was this amazing thing you were going to offer before you hit me with beautiful cities and hot men?”

  Tasha smiled. “There is a pleasure island owned by a friend of the Guardians. He wants to expand in a few months and add another club. And apparently he needs someone to run it.”

  This was all news to Nastia.

  “A pleasure island?” There was disbelief in the tone. “What is this owner like? I’m assuming hot.” Brigitte narrowed her eyes, still obviously pissed at them. She’d be going from having nearly full control over a business to being a manager for an unknown male.

  “I’ll introduce you when you’re feeling up to it. Just rest now. This won’t be the only opportunity to come your way.”

  No, because she and Tasha would find something to help their friend.

  Tasha spouted more information until Brigitte’s eyes started getting heavy.

  Nastia felt bad at being relieved that the female needed to rest. She’d kept checking Sander’s location like a stalker and knew he was finally on his way to her.

  I’ll keep an eye on Brigitte; you go finish the damned mating, her sister snarled. She knew her twin wanted her to have Sander’s immunity to the mystery warriors’ unknown weapons, but shit, she wouldn’t stop harping on it.

  Sander prowled inside the room before she had time to send her sister a bitchy comeback. The second his scent hit her, she wasn’t able to focus on snappy responses.

  “Let’s go,” he demanded like she was a damned dog.

  She raised a brow and turned her back to him, intending to say goodbye to Brigitte and her sister.

  They were both staring at her. Brigitte had seen Sander at the club several times and knew who he was. Tasha was the one to introduce him. “This is Sander, Nastia’s fiancé.”

  The redhead’s eyes widened a little before she issued a hesitant, “Congratulations.”

  “Yep, I’ll plan an engagement party for them very soon,” Tasha continued with an evil grin.

  “She’s lying. I’m just fucking him,” Nastia growled, and her breath caught when she felt his arms circle her waist, and his warm breath settled at her ear, effectively paralyzing her.

  “I’d say I was the one doing the fucking.” His growling tease was enough to set her on fire and the bastard knew it. He liked screwing with her and throwing her off her game.

  She would not lean into him. She would not tilt her head. But she couldn’t control the flush that rose over her skin and the way her eyes glazed. Brigitte’s lips tilted in tired amusement and her sister’s lips were tilted knowingly.

  Tasha would pay for this. Nastia would wipe that smirk right off her face the next time they were alone.

  She stepped away and noticed the Phoenix grinning at her twin like they were sharing some secret, and before she could call them out on it, he tossed Nastia over his shoulder and walked out the door. She ported from his arms in the hallway after sputtering like an idiot.

  “I can’t believe you did that!”
she growled at him as she pushed her dark hair off her face.

  He cocked a brow. “You’re welcome to stay here,” he challenged as he walked past her. “But I’m looking forward to driving my new car. I prefer bikes, but it’s still a nice gift.”

  She turned to him, horrified when she saw her Bugatti key in his fingers as he walked away. “No! That is not your car!”

  “The title says it is. I’m told it has a big red bow and a touching thank you card.” There was a smile in his voice that killed her.

  She sucked in a breath as red tinted her vision. Her sister had threatened to give him her car and she’d fucking done it. You are the biggest bitch! And you will pay.

  Mate him or I’ll come up with something worse. Her twin’s pleased tone only pissed her off more.

  She strode up behind the male as purpose filled her.

  “Let’s go,” she snarled at the Phoenix, snatching her key from his fingers. She had expensive lingerie and a vintage shoe collection to torch. Her sister wanted to play, she’d play.

  Game fucking on. After that, she’d see about finding the God the rest of them couldn’t seem to locate.

  She could feel his amusement and looked over to see a wicked grin on his face. He was too damned gorgeous and the smile only added to it.

  “Don’t,” she bit out. “I’m going to fuck your brains out the second you get me out of here and then you will sign over my damned car.” Or she’d buy a new one, with her sister’s personal account. Her car was several years old; it was time for an upgrade anyways.

  She gritted her teeth, thinking about her baby in his hands.

  Their direction was a blur. She was too pissed to really process where they walked aside from the fact that it was on the forest side of the Guardian compound.

  When he stopped she looked around and saw Uri port in with a… hellhound? A hellhound wearing a bright red harness… and were those flames in the pattern?

  “Your ride’s here,” Sander announced.

  She gaped at him. “You have to be kidding. I’m not riding a dog into Earth Realm.”