by Montana Ash
Dana laughed, “It was a good defiling, never fear.”
Mordecai shook his head, “I sincerely doubt that. I was drunk off my arse, raw with the pain of death soaking into my very pores. Not to mention, I thought you had escaped from a mental asylum.”
“It was the best night of my life,” Dana assured him, voice soft. “Other than the night our daughter was born.”
The best night of her life? he thought, incredulous. He barely recalled anything other than having the most intense orgasm of his existence.
‘Well, don’t you think you need to make it up to her then?’ Aiden’s voice came through the Order link loud and clear.
Mordecai cursed his nosey knights, but he didn’t blame them for their interference. It was so natural to have the bond wide open, especially when he was out of their sight. He had entirely forgotten about how much he was sharing. He hastily turned away from a still very naked goddess so they could no longer see her with his eyes.
‘As if that will help. The image is permanently seared into my brain,’ Tobias informed him.
“I’m going to kill them all,” Mordecai vowed darkly. Dana’s chuckle washed over him like a physical caress, causing goosebumps to pop up everywhere and he slammed the door closed on the mental link that had been open for close to sixteen hundred years. Because as much as he hated to admit it, Aiden was correct. He had a lot to make up for. Mordecai slapped himself across the face mentally. Hard. Then he turned to the naked woman standing next to his bed.
“I can do better.”
Dana’s frown was one of puzzlement. “Do what better?”
He walked toward her, lifting his top off in the process. Her quick gasp had him smiling smugly as he tossed the material in the corner of the room. “The sex,” he clarified. “I can do the sex better.”
Dana licked her lips, eyes traversing the naked expanse of his chest. “Better? I am not sure that is possible. The first time around we created a new life thread. An apparently impossible cosmic phenomenon.”
He came to a stop in front of her and hooked an arm around her bare waist, pulling her in tight to his body. The feel of her skin against his own was like getting electrocuted. His whole body came alive with sensation and his vision narrowed to the woman in his arms. “Let’s give it our best shot then, shall we?” he replied to her earlier comment.
Mordecai lowered his head, capturing Dana’s mouth in a kiss filled with passion and promise. Dana met his tongue with her own, giving as good as she got. He let his hands roam, mapping the smooth skin of her back before cupping the arse that taunted him in all those tight jeans and the leggings she insisted on wearing daily. He couldn’t fault her for the fashion style she adopted, but he did wish he was the only one privy to such enticing views. At least he was the only one to see her like this, he thought. Then he recalled what she had said about being a virgin the night they had met and he pulled back, staring down at her. He knew she had slept with him for a purpose, but he was still humbled she had chosen him out of literally anyone else in the world. What’s more, she was choosing him again, only him. Yes, I need to do better, he silently vowed.
“Get on the bed,” his voice rasped out.
Dana showed no hesitation whatsoever as she took two steps back, all the while keeping her eyes on him. She then sat on the bed and scooted back on her butt before laying down and spreading her legs a little. Mordecai could make out moisture teasing the curls between her legs and he felt his knees go weak. Deciding he needed to move while he was still capable, he quickly toed off his shoes and unbuttoned his pants. He carefully lowered his zipper and shoved his slacks and briefs off in one motion. He moved somewhat gingerly toward the bed, rather than lunging for it like he wanted to, because he feared his legs could stop working at any moment and he didn’t want to fall down and snap his dick off.
Dana smiled and welcomed him with open arms, and he immediately zeroed in on the breasts that moved freely with her every movement. Palming them, he rubbed and squeezed the fleshy mounds as if they were his own personal stress balls. Dana didn’t seem to mind if her moans for more were any indication. Her nipples were stiff and looked hard enough to cut glass. Leaning down, he pulled one into his mouth, rolling it around his tongue and revelling in the strong, almost painful grip, Dana had on his hair. After suckling for several seconds, he kissed his way to her other breast and paid it equal homage. By the time he was willing to release his new favourite treat, Dana was gasping and writhing on the bed, her hips swivelling and her neck arching back. Unable to resist the temptation, he placed his lips against the graceful curve of her neck and began sucking. Hard. Dana moaned, her hands rising to grip his hair once more and lock his mouth to her body. After several long seconds, Mordecai pulled back – and felt an almost animal satisfaction when he saw the dark red welt on her pale skin. He wasn’t sure how long a hickey would last on an immortal goddess but seeing his mark on her made him supremely satisfied. It also made him unbearably hard.
Shifting so her hips cradled his, he nudged his erection through her slick folds, teasing them both and testing her readiness. When she mewled and arched her back, letting out a breathless, “Mordecai …” he knew he had reached his limit. He said her name and waited with bated breath for her to look at him. The question he was going to ask died on his lips when he saw the raging lust in her eyes – as well as the unspoken permission. So, instead, he simply nodded his head and grabbed his shaft, lining himself up for a trip to paradise.
Even though his body was on fire, he still took his time entering her, pushing forward an inch at a time before stopping and allowing her body to adjust. He ignored the demands of his own body, telling him to thrust all the way in one go and piston until his waiting orgasm burst forth. But he was determined Dana know no pain and discover all the pleasures the body could give. It was a divinely torturous five minutes before his hips were finally nestled tightly against her pelvis with no room to spare. Dana’s body rippled around his in the most intimate of caresses and he grit his teeth, already feeling sweat rolling down his face. Dana wasn’t helping his ‘go slow and show Dana the stars’ cause. She had locked her legs around his waist and was urging him to move by digging her heels into his arse. All the while muttering and moaning filthy things that he had no idea she knew. Her nails scored his back before her hands came to rest on his waist and she opened her eyes, startling him with the wild desire he saw in the blue-green depths.
“Warden! Move!” she demanded, squeezing her thighs.
The order made him grin and he rotated his hips just once in a circular motion before stopping. “You mean like this?”
Dana growled, slapping his back with her palm. “Mordecai …”
And just like that, his teasing amusement fled. The sound of his name on her lips really was the biggest aphrodisiac to him. She said it in a light accent he had heard nowhere else in all his travels, and her eyes became all dewy as well. He was sure she didn’t know about the last part and he wasn’t ready to investigate the reasons why yet, but he knew he loved it. Kissing her until she was breathless once more, he lifted his head up, “Say it again.”
Dana’s eyes went soft and they began to shine with an unearthly light before she tugged his head down. Nipping his earlobe, she soothed it with her tongue, whispering; “Mordecai.”
Mordecai shivered in ecstasy from head to toe – and then he allowed his threadbare control to snap. Withdrawing from the gripping heat of Dana’s body, he pulled back so just the tip of his dick was left inside her body before getting a solid grip on her hips with his hands, settling his weight on his knees and heels. Dana gasped, her back curving in an erotic arch, forced that way by his new position and the fact she kept her legs locked around his waist. Eyes locked on her body, he slammed back into her in one stroke, groaning when the action caused her full breasts to jiggle. The sight was so unbelievably sexy that he did it again and again and again, until sweat began to blind his eyes. Shifting positions, he came down on to
p of a panting and flushed Dana and took her mouth in a fierce kiss. Dana’s legs fell to the sides and she planted her feet flat on the mattress, using it as leverage to meet his frantic movements with equal fervour.
With every thrust, his body – and he feared, his heart – were taken to new heights. Until finally, he felt his balls draw up tightly in their sac, warning of an imminent release. Going by the breathless moans and the way Dana kept yanking on his hair, Mordecai figured she was close to the precipice too. Still, just in case, he reached a hand down, finding her clit swollen and slippery with juices, and pressed down on it. Hard. Dana screamed, her nails scoring his back as her body tightened around him almost to the point of pain. Barking out a harsh gasp, he rammed into her as much as her rippling sheath allowed, coming with a furious yell as the most intense pleasure ripped through his body – and into hers. Pressure built in the room as they continued to grapple with their orgasms that seemed never ending, until a loud boom followed by what sounded like hail falling met his ears. If he didn’t know any better, he would say they were in the midst of a storm.
Finally coming to an exhausted stop, he looked down at Dana, watching as his sweat dripped off his face, landing on Dana’s flushed skin. He swore he saw the salty drops evaporate in tiny puffs of steam. It wouldn’t surprise him. The woman underneath him was scorching hot. Clearing his throat, he tried to still his panting breaths enough to speak. “What … what was that?”
“I believe it is called an orgasm,” came Dana’s self-satisfied reply as she stroked her hands up and down his flanks.
Mordecai groaned, rolling off Dana to land on the mattress beside her. It had been one hell of an orgasm but that wasn’t what he was referring to. He looked over to the left and sure enough, the glass from the window was shattered. The sky outside was edging toward total darkness. It had been late afternoon when Dana had finished up her little tutorial but apparently, they had lost another couple of hours to their passion. The boom and the ‘hail’ he heard must have been the window blowing out and the sound of the glass falling to the floor. “The window is broken.”
“What?” Dana asked, peering over his shoulder at the mess of glass on the floor. “Oh dear. I think that was me,” Dana admitted, looking contrite and proud at the same time.
Mordecai couldn’t resist and kissed her once more, taking his time to pour his feelings into the gesture. He felt incredible, and he was smart enough to know that the woman he currently held in his arms was incredible as well. Pulling back, he grinned at her, “Your orgasm shattered the window.”
Dana cocked her head to the side, and she looked straight ahead in an absent way before she winced, her cheeks flushing with further colour. “Not just this window. Every window.”
Mordecai’s eyebrows shot up. “What do you mean every window?”
Dana chewed on her lower lip, admitting, “Every window in the building is broken.”
“Holy shit!” Mordecai exclaimed. “There’s got to be hundreds of windows in this place.” He paused, thinking about it for a moment, before deciding; “I am the man!”
Dana rolled her eyes and gave him a shove, “Yes, yes. You are very manly and virile.”
He couldn’t keep the smug look off his face even if he wanted to. Still, he cringed a little when he realised how much work it was going to take to get fixed. Not to mention what people were going to say about it. “I am never going to hear the end of this,” he shook his head.
“Fear not. You are with a goddess,” Dana winked at him before rising from the bed.
Her long, wavy red hair was a mess and she shook it back, exposing her full nakedness to his eyes once more. Raising her arms, she tilted her head back and closed her eyes. Mordecai felt the atmosphere change immediately. The air felt alive with energy, causing the hair on his arms to stand up. Looking around, he saw a rainbow mist swirl around the room almost playfully for a moment before it rushed to the pieces of broken glass, swooping them up and piecing them back together within the window frame. Similar mist rushed under the crack in the door and Mordecai watched in awe as the window was knitted back together in seconds.
“There. All fixed,” Dana dusted off her hands before she strolled over to the attached bathroom.
“All fixed?” Mordecai repeated stupidly.
Dana smiled. “All the windows are fixed. Perhaps nobody noticed, hmmm? Now, are you going to join me in the shower?”
Mordecai closed his mouth long enough to scramble from the bed and follow Dana into the bathroom. The powerfully magical display going to the back of his mind in favour of showering with a wet, naked goddess.
Chapter Twelve
The following morning, Dana lay where she was, content to watch Mordecai dress. He truly was a fine example of the male species. His body was well muscled and in complete proportion. She felt herself throb between the legs, remembering just how well-made he was in a certain department. Forgoing underwear and tucking himself into his dark slacks, he paused with his hand still on his dick. Dana raised her eyebrows, “Problem?”
“I really do tuck to the left. Just like you said,” he replied, eyes narrowing on her.
Dana felt her pulse kick up from the intensity in his gaze. He really was very predatory, she thought, shivering a little. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Just how closely have you watched me over the years?” he asked, stalking forward with his pants half zipped and chest still bare. “You’ve clearly watched me dress. Have you watched me shower?”
Dana pulled the covers up higher over her breasts to hide the effect his silky words were having on her nipples. She cleared her throat, “I might have … once or twice.”
“Hmmm,” Mordecai mumbled, placing a knee on the bed and looking down at her. “And have you watched me do this?” He reached into his slacks and pulled out his half-hard dick. He stroked it a couple of times and had it fully hard and long within seconds. “Well? Have you?”
“I …” Dana’s throat was so dry there was no way she could possibly talk.
“Oh, I think you have. You dirty, dirty little goddess. Using your powers for perving has to be a breach of protocol or something,” he said, still casually stroking his dick. “I think you owe me.”
Dana’s eyes flew to his. “Owe you how?”
“Fair is fair. You need to return the favour. Touch yourself,” Mordecai demanded.
Dana moaned a little, the mere tone of his voice causing a rush of moisture between her thighs. She was as turned on as she had ever been in her life, but she couldn’t possibly do what Mordecai was asking … could she? Mordecai had backed up and was now standing with his arms crossed over his impressive chest. His cock, still thick and long, was hanging out of his pants and pointing straight at her like a tuning fork. Dana licked her lips, delighted and intrigued when his cock bobbed in the air in direct reaction to her. Making eye contact with him, she slowly lowered the blanket and pushed it down past her navel, baring her breasts to his hungry gaze.
“Touch yourself,” Mordecai urged. “Pinch your nipples.”
Dana had never felt so exposed in her life – and never so desired. Keeping her eyes on his, she reached down and rubbed circles around both her nipples. Teasing him and teasing herself, she licked her finger and then rubbed it over a stiff peak. Mordecai’s filthy curse was music to her ears, making her feel more powerful than all the mystical powers of the universe did. Finally obeying him, she pinched her nipples in tandem, pulling and tugging on them until her hips were writhing beneath the blankets.
“The blankets. Move them,” Mordecai ordered, breath coming in harsh gasps as he gripped his cock in an iron hold.
Feeling bold and sexy, Dana used her toes to pull the blankets down. She gripped the fluffy material with her big toe and slowly tugged it down, releasing it only to get another grip and drag the blanket down another few centimetres. When her hot sex met the cooler air of the room, Dana arched her back, stifling her own curse. Reaching down, she ru
bbed her sensitive clit with the pads of two fingers, spreading the juices there. She was wet and slippery and so turned on, she wasn’t sure how much longer she could tease her man before she caved and brought herself off.
“Fuck yourself with your fingers.”
“Mordecai!” Dana gasped out, her eyes reeling wildly in his direction.
His eyes were blazing like jewels as they watched her fingers move over herself, and his hand was now moving roughly over his shaft. Moaning, Dana obeyed and went for gold, pressing two fingers inside of herself at the same time. She used her other hand to tug on her nipples over and over again. Mordecai growled and swore, stalking closer to the bed. Standing above her, he jacked his flushed cock furiously and Dana knew what his intentions were. Caught in the headiness of lust, she kept plunging her own fingers into herself, using her palm to press down hard on her clit at the same time. The effect was so pleasurable it boarded on painful and she locked eyes with Mordecai, daring him to finish how she knew he wanted.
Mordecai’s grunts and groans grew in intensity and she heard him swear colourfully a second before she felt warmth splash against her breasts. Moaning herself, she increased her own movements, gasping in relief when she felt her own orgasm crash over. Mordecai groaned, collapsing on the bed and giving her an exhausted, sloppy kiss. Dana returned it then spent the next few minutes trying to regain her breath – and her wits. Looking down at herself, she saw she was covered in the evidence of Mordecai’s release as well as sweat. She looked well and truly fucked out, not at all like the nature goddess she had been for millennia. She was damn proud of herself.
“Stop looking so smug,” Mordecai mumbled.
“I think I’ve earned some smug,” she replied, primly.
Mordecai sat up, his eyes taking in her body – and everything on it. “Maybe you have,” he allowed. Then he grinned and swept down to capture her lips for a decadent kiss.