by Setta Jay
“Suck me harder,” he demanded.
She mewled around him and his cock jerked in her mouth. She was dizzy with lust as his power pulled her hair enough that she could lap at the drop of his sweet come at the head, and then she was lost. She sucked hard and loved when his hips pushed up to get more of her mouth. Her telekinesis was like an extension of her hands on his skin. She felt every inch of him all at once and felt animalistic need riding her higher. There wasn’t a spot she couldn’t feel, from the twitching muscles at his chest to the soft spot just between his thighs. He growled as he sent his own power to undo her.
His wrists broke her hold and his hands moved to grip her hair with his hands as she sucked and demanded more. She gasped around him when his power worked over her breasts and pussy. She gasped as invisible fingers entered her and pumped hard.
“Feel me, mate. I don’t need to touch you to get you off.”
She mewled and sucked harder. She couldn’t get enough of his cock in her mouth.
Her hips bucked back against the invisible invasion and then more hands pinched her nipples and gripped her arms, pulling them back to the small of her back. His fingers in her hair and all those hands gripping her were her only balance. She was wild with need and completely at his mercy. It didn’t matter that she was above him; he held her and she loved it. It was as if he was feeding her every primal need without even trying.
More hands spread her legs wider and held them bound as far as they would go as even other fingers toyed with her ass. They didn’t enter her like the ones in her pussy. It was just a touch, a teasing reminder that he could enter her there too, that she was completely spread and blissfully open to anything he wanted to do. “You love it when I control you?”
She trusted him, knowing without words that he’d always give her what she wanted, needed, without her asking for it. It was who he was. He wasn’t just a Guardian of the Realms, he was the one who protected them all.
Now she would protect him.
Cherish him. She rolled her tongue around his cock, loving having him in her mouth, and she groaned in protest when his power stilled inside her. He held those fingers inside her pussy, making her ache with the need to have them moving again.
“You love that I can make your pussy clench and come without a touch.”
Yes. Please. She looked up and was sure her new power showed in her eyes. It was the fact that his were wild shards of glowing emerald that drove her so close to coming.
“If I make you wait, you’ll just come harder,” he growled.
No. She couldn’t do it. Her pussy was already clenching around the power that filled her.
The mark on his chest started illuminating from beneath his skin. Bright gold shone back at her and her lips slipped from his cock to gasp at the beauty. She ran her cheek over the wet, hot skin again and just stared.
“Are you done sucking, temptress?”
She shook her head and she let her tongue slide over the slit at the tip and moaned at the taste of him. “No, I want more.”
He groaned deep. “Then you’ll swallow everything I give you while I’m making you come.”
She nodded and twirled her tongue around the ridge of his cock, enjoying how it pulsed for more. She watched his muscles tense as she sucked him deep again. Come seeped from the tip and it tasted so good she moved up to lap at the tip again, wanting more as his fingers dug back in her hair.
His power started moving inside her all over again and she felt it stretching fuller, and then harder and deeper as she frantically sucked.
“Swallow,” he demanded. And when she did, he pushed deeper into her throat. “Take it all,” he demanded as his shaft throbbed against her tongue and she felt his come filling her mouth. Her heartbeat accelerated as she sucked and licked every last drop.
She didn’t have time to savor it, when he slid from her lips and started hammering his power inside her until she was crying out. An invisible tongue rasped over her clit and she screamed her climax into his stomach.
He didn’t let her come down, he only let it ease a moment before the tongues changed and he demanded, “Again.” It felt like mouths were latching onto her nipples and clit at the same time and then they all sucked so hard her body jerked with the pleasure soaring through her.
Her power surged for a second and then they dropped into the soft bedding feet below them. He still held her, slowly releasing his hold on her arms and legs, slipping his power from her clenching pussy as he lifted her gently up to lie sated against his chest.
She licked her lips in between panting breaths and looked up into his beautiful face. She wouldn’t miss a drop of her male and he growled as he watched her. She sighed with deep pleasure and the absolute soul-wrenching peace and comfort that came from his mere presence.
His knuckles caressed her jaw and her eyes shut in bliss.
“Better?”
She nodded and one of his palms opened and she took that as an invitation to rub her cheek against the skin there.
They stayed curled into each other, her hands sliding over his skin as she relaxed in the beauty of her mate.
She finally sighed, knowing that there was more to do before she could have him completely, and having him was what she wanted more than anything. “What do I need to do next?”
His hands stilled and then he growled, “Either nothing, or we take a chance with what Hades said to do.”
She lifted up on her arms to look down at him. “Why don’t you want to do what he said?”
He gave her the scenario and she looked down at him, contemplating all he said and didn’t say. Her dragon wanted to protect her from the unknowns of a stasis unit that had been built for Gods.
She knew he was also trying to prepare them both for the fact that it might not work, but that wasn’t an option for her. She would go into the unit, and if Sirena confirmed her blood was safe for him, they would finish the bond. She ported to the stand at the side of the bed, feeling an urgency that would not be denied. She wanted him, but it was more than that. She needed to get rid of the impurities of the blood.
“I’ll do it,” she commanded.
His eyes flashed and he bit out, “And if I refuse to allow it?”
“Drake, we’re connected. If I’m in distress, you’ll know it,” she assured him, but could tell he still didn’t trust it, so she continued seriously, “It won’t kill me. Nothing can.”
“We don’t know that,” he growled, porting to stand directly in front of her in all his nude male beauty.
She smiled up at him and lifted on her toes to grip his hair. When she pulled his face down, she inhaled the scent of him and sighed as she slid her lips against his.
I know this, she said with certainty. I can’t die, Drake. Not when I know I’ll wake to the male I’ve dreamt of having.
“Delia,” he growled. He lifted her up and held her with a forearm under her butt. It lifted her high enough to look down at him and she couldn’t help running her fingers over his jaw, enjoying the way the muscles twitched even through his beard.
“Don’t,” she protested fiercely. “I want all of you. The compulsion to sink my teeth into your skin and finish the mating is always there, but I won’t do it. Not until I know my blood is safe.”
He tensed and growled, and she knew he was going to argue, so she silenced him with a kiss. She ran her fingers through his hair and let him into her mind, knowing that the only way for him to truly understand what she needed was to let him see it, feel it. She wouldn’t risk him taking her blood until they did this, and with the mating frenzy in effect she had to do it now, in case it took days for the unit to work. Their desires were only going to get more insistent until they finished the bond.
She also let him see that she needed to remove the taint of Cyril’s blood from her. If the thing was designed to eliminate dark energies from a God’s soul, using it would give her the peace of mind that any lingering sickness from the bastard’s blood was gone. She could
n’t truly explain the instinct she felt about the unit, but she had to do this, she needed to feel cleansed of Cyril. The cold chills from the bastard’s memories were what she’d been using to keep from turning into a monster, but if she knew no darkness existed, then she’d feel free to let them go. She needed to come to her mate free of it all.
And if there was any chance to lose the pheromones, she had to try it. They were a dangerous constant worry she’d never truly be liberated from unless they were eliminated. Even now, when it was just the two of them, she was twitchy without the clay covering her skin. If any Immortal came within scenting distance of those pheromones, it would destroy them. They’d either start to go insane without mating her or die attempting to claim her.
It would work, she felt it. Now she just needed him to do as she wished so that they could end this. So she could have him fully. Don’t deny me this, she implored.
He just stared into her eyes as smoke lifted from his lips. She knew he was worried and she kissed him lightly, just a touch of her lips to comfort her mate.
“You don’t play fair, temptress,” he growled.
“Not when I’m playing for you.” To be the mate he needed. And the one she needed to be.
Chapter 19
Earth Realm, Tetartos Realm
Nastia stood in the clearing where the warriors had come out of thin air and taken Apollo. They’d cleaned up their mess too damned well, leaving no bodies or weapons. Nothing but their blood on the ground. She broke into mist to see if she could feel any kind of anomaly in the air that any of the others might have missed.
Nothing.
It didn’t help that she was still distracted by the Phoenix. Her body didn’t seem to care that she’d just taken him for a spin.
She reformed as he watched her with those thick sexy arms crossed over his chest. The ripped-off sleeves of his tee shirt showcased every dangerous-looking tattoo and ridge of muscle, and it was driving her a little nuts. Even his street bike pants and boots were hot. She had to look away when he raised a knowing eyebrow.
She sent him a glare and peered around again. “So everything just cut off behind the warriors? The hole closed tight?”
It didn’t make sense. She set her hands on her hips, hoping to catch some kind of clue, but damn it, she wasn’t on her A game. Tasha was right, the frenzy was affecting her ability to do anything but screw.
“I was with you,” he growled in answer to her question, “but that’s what they said.”
There had to be something she was missing. His scent alone was killing her and she might have felt marginally better had she been able to get revenge on her twin, but she’d been thwarted. All of Tasha’s favorite possessions had been moved. That meant that among other things she needed another plan to make her twin pay. The bitch was smart; she knew Nastia would come for blood after she handed over the car to Sander.
She shook off those thoughts; revenge wasn’t the most important thing at the moment.
“Hades wasn’t able to do anything? He can’t sense Apollo at all?” She couldn’t imagine not being able to see the link to her twin. It was just there. How was the God not at least seeing Apollo’s location? “Do you think he’s telling the truth?”
Sander was quiet for a second, seeming to contemplate her question. “About that, probably.”
“So what do you think he’s lying about?” She still couldn’t believe they had another God on the loose and this one was supposed to help them. She mentally snorted at that.
“We think he’s hiding something.”
Well, hell. “Then why isn’t his ass on lockdown?”
Sander’s lips tilted. “P will figure it out.”
She snorted. “P’s his kid, right? Is he really the best Guardian to watch the asshole in the first place?”
“P is the best candidate to get information from his father.”
Oh, please. “I’m the best person to get the information,” she snapped. “He wouldn’t even know what hit him.”
Sander’s jaw hardened before he growled, “No.”
“Why the hell not?”
He stalked into her space and lifted her up to his eye level before snarling, “Maybe I don’t want my female near the God.”
“Your female?” she bit out. She was too tense from fighting the impulse to take his possessive ass down to the ground and rock his world all over again.
She’d just had him! Her house had the charred walls to prove it. He was going to destroy every damned place they had at this rate and she still couldn’t get enough.
“My. Female.” Flames filled his eyes again and she sucked in a breath at the sight of him jealous and deadly as shit. Oh, hell. She was doomed where he was concerned. The bastard called to her in ways no male ever had, because… damn.
“I don’t need your permission,” she pointed out after teleporting out of his arms to a few feet away. She needed some space to find a way to talk some sense into him. She would do what she wanted to no matter what, but she didn’t want to cause a war in the process.
Flames lifted all around her; he was caging her with his power.
“Really?!” she snapped, but she could tell he was out of control and that called to her in a way she didn’t like to contemplate.
She sucked in a breath and said calmly, “Okay. Let’s just think about this.” And then she actually sent him soothing personal energy along with a caress against their telepathic link. The flames calmed almost instantly and she had to turn away. She was just too flustered at the intimacy of her actions not to mention how powerful his response made her feel. It wasn’t good that calming his fire stroked her ego. She already had too many soft emotions for the pain in the ass.
She took in a breath as she turned back and eyed him. She needed to lighten the mood, because she couldn’t handle the tension from all the unspoken shit.
“Are you good now, or is this some sort of ploy to get a blow job?”
His lips curved, but his muscles were still tensed. “Is that an offer?”
Well, that backfired and now she didn’t know what to say.
His grin widened a little. The bastard seemed to live for throwing her off.
A second later he ran a hand over his shaved head. “This is only going to get worse,” he growled.
“I know.” She sighed.
“Let’s go for a ride,” he bit out, but he eyed her in a way that took her breath away. It was different, it was as if he wanted more than just her body. She felt the intensity of it and it staggered her.
She shook it off and cleared her throat. “I’ll drive. And then you can sign over my car.” The words came with her sunniest smile.
“No.” He smirked and then he was gone. He’d just left her standing there.
They really needed to work on his communication skills. She mentally tracked his location and ported beside him. As she reformed, her mouth dropped open in awe.
Lights had started blinking on in waves down a long garage slash warehouse. The walls were a bright white and it was hundreds of feet long with polished concrete floors. She didn’t care about that; it was what was in the garage that left her mouth gaping open.
Cars and motorcycles lined both sides and they were all so damned pristine and… fast.
“Pick one,” he said and she noticed he was smiling down at her expression.
How could she pick? There were souped-up race cars from nearly every decade, some street legal and others obviously not. He wasn’t kidding about liking bikes. There were Tomahawks, which were huge futuristic-looking motorcycles that hit lightning-fast speeds, and other wildly fast street bikes. There was also a custom one with flames and a long front end. The motor on that one was huge, and she wasn’t sure how you’d ride it, but it was beautiful and tough looking.
She just stood there completely stunned for an unknown amount of time before she remembered that he said to pick one. “To keep?”
His shoulders shook with mirth. “Is that what you want, m
y nasty girl?”
She’d never had a garage and she’d never been a collector, but every few years she’d buy something new and fun. Her current favorite was the Bugatti, but hers was a couple years old and not the super sport that sat three cars down from her. No, that car was brand new and even more beautiful than her baby. And she knew the perfect stretch of road long enough to top it out.
“Hell yeah, I want.”
“For now just pick something I’ll fit in,” he growled.
She raised an eyebrow. “You buy them and don’t drive them?”
“I like fast things.” He shrugged. “I prefer to ride the bikes.”
She wanted to test out his Bugatti like she wanted her next breath. He might have to scrunch down a bit, but she was too excited not to test the baby out. She ported to it, popped the door and slipped inside, inhaling the new leather scent. “I didn’t know it was out yet.”
“I just picked it up.”
He bent his big body in the passenger seat as she stilled.
She looked over at the Phoenix and realized what he was doing. He was wooing her! Tasha was “courted” by her mate. She smiled to herself. Bastian had taken Tasha to Heaven Realm to dance to the sound of the souls flooding the caverns there. That had been the perfect date for her sister, who loved music and to dance.
Her male was courting her in a way that meant something to her.
Her heartbeat was out of control and her stomach fluttered. He matched her in more ways than speed.
“So this is you courting me?” She grinned over at him.
He grunted. She felt so damned hot for him at the moment.
Suddenly, a much bigger realization hit and her heart actually melted into a puddle. “You bought this for me, didn’t you?” Shit, but it wasn’t that he bought her a wildly expensive car. It was that he folded his big beautiful body into the passenger seat when she knew exactly how much he loved to be in control. It was that he found out what she liked, that he’d made an effort and taken it the extra thousand miles.