by Marie Harte
“Get these damn panties off.”
Tipping her back, he cupped her ass feeling a cold sweat break out over his flesh at the brush of her panties along his fingertips. He dropped her, or rather unwound her little legs enough to unglue her. She protested, pouting up at him when she nearly stumbled back.
“Sorry, sorry, baby. Show me.”
A darker flush blossomed on her face, and he kissed her cheek.
Backing up, she half turned and arched a hip and slid her dress slowly up her leg, teasing the hell out of him. His cock hung out, long, thick and heavy, pulsing in time with his rapid heartbeat. He’d never been more aroused in his life as he was in this moment. Unless he counted every other time she’d been near him. The world disappeared. She was all there was. Her and the lust coursing through him. The need to make her his. All his.
The pink confection came into view, and the power of speech left him. Firm, rounded globes of the most luscious ass he’d ever seen decorated with a hot pink matched the heels on her dainty feet. He nearly went to his knees. She’d matched her backless, strappy spike heels perfectly. An image of her in his arms, those heels up around his neck while he made her scream in pleasure had him nearly bending her over the nearest tree.
“Come here.”
He picked her up and she wrapped both legs around his waist, her mouth devouring his. She tasted light and fresh like the whipped cream and strawberries they’d shared. A groan broke free when she lifted both of her hands and reached for his hair, using it to tug him closer. She practically crawled up his body, so hot for him she was as ready as he was. The sound of his shirt ripping sent his body surging up against her wet entrance, making him groan aloud. He tore her panties off and she whimpered against him, digging her heels into his ass.
“Gods, you’re so sexy, baby. I’m going to make you scream.”
“Oh, Aeros, now, now, please.”
‘Aeros, now, please.’ Had he ever heard her so sweet? Fuck. He cupped closer, positioning her for his invasion. His cock found where it wanted to go easily. She began sucking on his neck, her mouth a hot flame reminding him of her soft, wet kisses on his shaft. With a grunt, he bent his knees and tightened his grip as he pushed up inside her wet entrance.
She sucked harder on his skin, whimpering louder the more he pulled her down his body. He recognised the sexy tone and had to have more of her. He sucked a nipple into his mouth, drawing deeply on the hard little bud when she cried out. She curled one hand into his hair, creating bursts of pleasure down his back while her fingers feathered lightly over every inch of him she could reach. She was soft, gentle with her caresses, loving his flesh with each soft touch. But around his shaft she was tight and wet, clenching him hard. The erotic pleasure whipped him into a frenzy to take her harder, mould her to his size and needs, show her now whom she belonged to. Where he fitted her and made her whole.
He tore his mouth from her pearled flesh, suddenly needing more.
“What do you want, baby? More? Harder? Do you want to scream while you ride my cock?”
The rough growl broke free and, instead of holding the dark desire in, he twisted so he could tangle his hand in her silky hair and tip her head back to see her face under the light of the half moon. She dug her heels in and squeezed his hips with her thighs, riding him with a rhythm that tore at his control. Her eyes were mesmerising, the thick dark lashes framing emeralds saturated in sexual hunger.
“Yes, yes, Aeros. Now.”
“Now what, baby? Give you this, and then what? Let you leave? Go to your home, while I go to mine?”
Again the words ripped from him before he could stop the flow. He didn’t let her answer, wouldn’t let her deny she felt this, this bond between them. He took her mouth, demanding her to hold on to him with each luscious stroke of his tongue along hers while he angled his hips up, entering her inch by fucking inch until he was buried to the hilt.
She went wild. Wet, hot, silky, her embrace gripped his body so fucking tight he was sweating from holding back his climax. Her sheath flexed around him almost painfully. He gritted his teeth and held himself still when all he wanted was friction, wet sucking friction. Instead, he ran his hands up and down her ass and back, kissing her flushed cheeks and neck as he held her motionless. She needed more—wanted more. He wanted it all—all of her. Not the best sex of his life and her going home after.
“No, no, more, more, Aeros, please. Move, move.”
He breathed in roughly at her cries. Never had he had such a hard time restraining himself, keeping himself under tight control. With Tabithia he felt like his entire body wanted to break free. She gave him such pleasure it burned through his senses like a storm. The need to move ripped along his nerves, but he held her still, cupping her tiny waist hard to keep her hips tight with his.
“More? You want more, then you’ll walk away? Leave until you need this again?” He flexed his hips and pulled out slowly, dragging every inch of his thick, heavy length along her sucking tightness until only the crest remained before slowly working her open again, feeling her body squeeze his cock as her cries became dazed. Two more retreats and slow strokes and she was crying out, louder and louder, demanding her due.
He closed his eyes and buried his face in her neck, licking her skin and driving them both higher. Her nipples were hard buds against his chest. They stroked along his flesh with each bounce of her plump breasts, nearly forcing him into increasing the pace. She sobbed in his ear, her voice stroking him just like her hands on his shoulders and back.
“Tell me, tell me you want more, baby. Us. Say it. Say it, and I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll come for me like you never have before.”
Aeros shook his head and ignored the harsh, heavy beat of his heart when her eyes fastened on his.
“More, more. Always want more, Aeros. Always.”
He couldn’t tell if she meant sex or a life, but he took it, her. His mouth closed on hers and he rewarded her with a harder, deeper thrust, driving her body up his.
She dug her nails in his shoulders lightly, so lightly he growled against her lip, wanting more, wanting her out of her mind with pleasure. She nearly was, but she held back, keeping her touches light, soft, gentle.
He slowly pulled her up his rock-hard cock then shoved her down while he shafted up so deep they both cried out.
“Again, say it again. Say you want more. More.”
“More, oh, Aeros, more. Always more. More, please, please.”
Her channel ripped around him, flexed, and milked his flesh as the blood soared up and swelled his erection. She was so tight and wet he swore he couldn’t hold back, the reasons as to why he wanted to becoming dim in the face of her tight, sucking heat.
“Oh, too deep, too deep.”
He shuddered and pulled back, edging in carefully, but nearly out of his mind with the need to fuck hard. He’d not felt like this before with her. The urge was hard to resist, the need.
“Oh, harder, harder, Aeros.”
“Baby, you’re killing me, sweet. I can’t do hard and not go deep.”
“Deep, deep. Hard. Now.” She added force to the demand by wiggling up and down in his arms, impaling herself with disastrous results.
Something rose up inside him, a need to possess, to drive himself so deep he groaned at the pressure. She tore open his control when she whispered his name in his ear, the sound of it so full of need his balls drew up swirling in agonising need to fill his shaft. To come. Climax. He felt it building, tearing him apart. He balanced on an edge, her body so perfect against him he could barely breathe.
“Aeros, please, never stop, never want to lose this. You.”
The heated words, barely coherent, ripped away his remaining willpower. He plunged into her, holding her by her ass as he pinned her in place and fucked her. He lost his mind to the pleasure, but managed to release one cheek to tunnel his hand between them to find her clit. Once he did, he pressed his thumb over it and began thrusting into her in earnest.
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Hard. Powerful. Deep thrusts as he slammed into her.
“Yes. Yes. Never letting you go. Mine. You’re mine, Tabithia. Mine.”
His furious thrusts matched the hardness of his demand as he took her over the edge with him, her body trembling on his as he felt his shaft fill with cum, his climax barrelling down on him as she came apart in his arms. His mouth found hers and he groaned, driving up with his hips. His body flexed deep within her tight heat. Her legs trembled, her wet channel rippling along his cock as he spurted his release as deep as he could manage. Each spurt tore through him, throwing him into liquid, heated sensations that drew the dark, pulsing pleasure around him. His legs practically gave out as he tried to tunnel his entire body inside her tight embrace. In his arms Tabithia cried out again, another climax quivering up his sensitive flesh as she dug her nails in deep and her mouth broke from his.
Still shuddering, he managed to pull her close and murmur the travel spell he’d purchased from a witch when he’d been searching for the one in his arms. She sucked in a breath and shivered around him. The knowledge that she still climaxed while he held her impaled on his cock and moved them to safety had him kneading her ass in a flood of pure possessive pleasure.
“Oh, gods, don’t…don’t move.” Her voice sounded drenched in pleasure.
He rumbled a soft sound against her head, rubbing his face against her hair as he pulled her closer. The warmth of his home surrounded them now, and a sense of peace settled over him.
“No, no, baby, I won’t.” He wanted to hold her forever, but took the few steps to his bed and pressed her down on the high edge.
Eyes bright with passion, she reached up and tugged at his heart with the emotions he saw in her eyes.
“Aeros, we just had sex in public.”
She sounded thrilled.
His body surged hot and needy inside her. She blinked, and a smile lifted her swollen lips.
“Yes, we did. Did I mention how hot you make me?”
“Mmm, no. But go ahead. I’m listening.”
“Gods, you make me hot. I wanted to drag that dress up your thighs and feast on you at the restaurant.”
Her eyes rounded but she looked intrigued.
“Mmmm, who knew? Next time, try it, big boy.” When she tightened her inner sheath on his cock with the words ‘big boy’ his eyes crossed. “Get out of these clothes, Aeros. And where are we? When did you get a travel spell?”
He laughed. What else could he do? His little general. Instead of answering her, he obeyed her orders and kissed her while he toed his shoes off and kicked his dress slacks out of the way an instant later.
* * * *
Aeros had brought her home. How would she survive this? His home. Not the empty house in LA. But his home. It fitted him. Rich, deep, dark, filled with small items of his immortal life.
He lived in a castle—like, in a castle on a hill castle. She sensed powerful protections layered around the walls and further, over the hills she could see in the pre-dawn light.
Beautiful tapestries covered the walls. A dark crimson one stitched heavily with gold battle scenes hung near his bed, adding a layer of warmth with its earthy colours.
Bedroom? She dropped the lush silk curtain and turned to stare at the room behind her. One scan and her senses went into overload. The place could hold her entire house. A fireplace big enough to roast a pig filled up one side of the room, an extra-large king-size bed stood at an angle in the far corner. Bookshelves covered two walls with floor to ceiling leather volumes. He even had a huge table next to the enormous windows. She could picture him, head bent over some book, sitting at this table, working on something.
Basically, his home felt like it belonged to him—fit him. Everywhere she looked simply reflected what she knew of the warrior who was stealing his way into her heart. She felt like she was sinking into quicksand while he stood and watched her, unable to even see the slime sucking her down.
Rubbing her hands over her face, she exhaled and shook her head. She didn’t really have anything like this, and when he saw what she did have, he’d think her one screwed-up witch. He’d think her pretty messed up. Maybe she could skip home, order furniture and make it look like his?
The thought had merit. For like a heartbeat. Then reality nipped that thought in the bud.
She’d never be able to make her place look like this—warm and welcoming.
She’d just not let him come over. She couldn’t. He’d realise just how screwed up she was in about two seconds flat. Not that he wouldn’t figure that out eventually, but, Jeez, she wanted a bit more time with him.
Panic seized her throat in a fist. She was going to lose him. One look at her messed-up life and her Spartan wouldn’t look at her like he did now—possessively.
They had so many secrets between them. What if he found out she’d gone with him to have sex to save his life? It wouldn’t matter that he’d given her…what? What had he given her?
Her gaze landed on him. He was shaving. She watched him tilt his head and run the straight edge of the blade over his shadowy jaw. Lust tingled along her breasts and her nipples beaded. His hands were so steady. Steady. He wore a towel around his lean hips, but she knew he wore that for her. She’d probably blushed all kinds of red when he’d walked in the room after his shower, his body hard and corded but for the semi-softness of his manhood. One look and she’d felt her face burning. She’d also noticed his immediate reaction. His cock had thickened as she’d stood there watching.
He’d chuckled and pulled her close, kissing her neck, and teasing her about how her blushes made him hard as rock.
He made things so easy. Instead of being embarrassed and self-conscious she’d laughed and bitten him on his big pectoral and caressed her hands down his firm body all the way to his tight ass. His response? A hot and heated kiss that still had her stomach flip-flopping around in excitement.
He simply made her feel at ease. Watching him shave, she realised that she’d never felt at ease before. Never felt comfortable with herself. He did this for her. Just by being Aeros.
What would she do if she lost him?
But how could she keep him? Goddess help her, she was a mess. And he had no idea.
If Ares told him anything, she’d simply explain.
Aeros listened. More than anyone in her life, Aeros listened to her. He wanted to know everything about her. The pendant had freed her to experience this with him, but, if she were honest, she’d not cared about the stupid pendant in the jungle, and she’d not even remembered it at Evie’s. Truth was, the words he’d forced from her weren’t really forced, she’d wanted him from the first moment she’d met him.
He made her feel…safe. Complete. Complete? Something more. More…at peace? At ease. Happy to be herself—or at least the person she was with him. He made her feel hot…but more than hot, maybe confident?
Maybe all of that.
But only when he was near. Just thinking of him leaving her side and the doubts rose up like that quicksand threatening to swallow her whole.
Logic said she was screwed—so screwed. She had to leave. What the hell else could she do? She should. She should send him a text and explain that they had had fun but there could be nothing more.
Even thinking such a lie made her heart clench. Her throat hurt.
She was in so deep, could she leave him now? Could she stand for him to leave her and discover all the things she’d hidden from him? Then come back and be repulsed by her?
She shut her eyes to the beautiful image of his perfect back and glorious muscles. She could still see him, though, in her mind. The image of his face, softened after their passion, would always remain with her.
Oh, man, she was screwed. She opened her eyes and he glanced at her. His gaze flickered over her as if assuring himself she was still there. His jaw was still covered in white shaving cream, but he winked and smiled at her.
Her stomach did a backflip.
Ah, goddess, what was
she supposed to do with that sexy, confident look?
The darkness swept up, knocking her happiness down where it belonged.
He’d not want her if he knew how fucked up she was.
She was too. Even now, he was merely shaving and she wanted his attention. His hands. His focus. On her.
She left the window and walked over to the bed to sprawl on her stomach. She dropped her head down on the silky sheets and blinked away the tears that wanted to flow. She was so screwed up.
She couldn’t stay here.
She couldn’t.
She couldn’t have him over to her place.
She couldn’t date him.
She couldn’t let him fill her with his long, thick, wonderful erection ever again.
Ah, goddess, what were you thinking, Bridget? He’d jump-started her, but for what reason? To kill her with all the things she couldn’t do?
No. No more. She needed to go. She’d saved his life. He’d done so much more for her. But she’d give him much more when she simply walked away. She’d make him miserable. Once she was gone, he’d forget about her. Find someone else. Go on with his warrior ways. Live to serve Ares and all that.
“Tabithia, what are you doing? Are you tired?”
She should be. A rush of energy flooded her from panic, but he didn’t need to know that. He was leaving. He had to meet up with Ares, he said. The jerk wanted her to take Aeros to Dare, but first he’d called to tell Aeros to hoof it up to wherever he called home for a pow-wow.
They’d not shared where Dare was with Ares yet, but they’d talked and agreed that he should.
Aeros had been angry. She’d sensed it when she’d explained a bit more about Dare’s demands, but he’d kept a tight lid on it. Ares still had no idea, but he would soon. They planned to tell Ares where Dare was. Her involvement could pretty much be at an end then. No need to negotiate Dare’s terms. Because of Evie’s protections, Ares would have to abide by Dare’s wishes.