by Meagan Hill
Mitch was silent for a moment before answering grudgingly. “You’re right. I know, tactically, it’s the only solution. You’ll need to get John or James to be your second then because I’m not leaving her side. There’s no way I’m going to let anything happen to her again.” Mitch turned to look at Miranda, gauging her reaction to the plan.
“I never expected to not be part of the attack. I may not know how to fight, but I know that compound inside and out. Besides, this is, at its heart, my fight. I’m not going to ask someone to go into battle if I’m not prepared to do so myself.”
Malcolm and Mitch nodded their understanding before Nina spoke up. “Miranda, I think you have more of an arsenal than you realize. I know you now have powers you haven’t explored yet, and you shouldn’t rely on those in a pinch, but like the Merlin said, you were already very powerful. I cannot see anything specific about the fight except that it will be decided by you doing something you already know you can do.”
Miranda was silent for a moment as she thought about what Nina had imparted before drawling, “Well, damn, Nina, thanks for all the extra pressure. As if I don’t already have enough on my mind.” The entire group laughed heartily before splitting up, with Mitch and Miranda heading to the kitchen for food, and Malcolm and Nina going to his study to call James and John about joining them.
After eating their fill, they returned to their room, the electricity between them thickening in anticipation. As soon as the bedroom door clicked shut behind them, they slammed into each other, their mouths meeting hungrily as their hands roamed across each other’s body. Clothes were quickly discarded as their moans and sighs filled the room.
Mitch pulled back a bit, trying to cool his reaction so he could concentrate more fully on her pleasure. “Miranda, I love you. I can’t believe we’re mated. I’m so grateful for you coming into my life.” Mitch backed her to the edge of the bed before helping her move into the center. He sat back on his heels for a moment, looking over the perfected body of his lifemate. She was absolutely beautiful, and now that she’d stopped aging, she always would be. He was astounded at the blessing he’d been given, and he planned on worshipping her as often as she would allow him.
“No, Mitch, I’m grateful for you. You saved me in every way possible.”
“Then I guess we saved each other. We can spend the rest of forever thanking each other.” He leaned in for another deep kiss. Mitch stretched out next to her, bracing his upper body slightly over hers with his left elbow as his right hand began to caress and explore. He started at her neck, stroking the skin covering her thrumming pulse softly before trailing downward to gently cup her left breast. Miranda’s hands roamed over Mitch’s chest slowly, lining each ridge of muscle so softly that goose bumps followed her touch.
Mitch brushed her nipple with his thumb, causing it to tighten into a hard nub, and he just had to taste it. He continued to fondle her breast as he kissed a line across her jaw and down her neck, finally reaching his current goal of her right breast. His tongue laved the pale skin surrounding her nipple, pausing to nip on occasion before flicking her taut nipple. Miranda moaned deeply and arched her back, instinctively offering him more. He continued his attention to her breasts, switching back and forth until both were swollen and heavy, the nipples incredibly hard and sensitive. He continued his explorations downward, his hand drifting across her abdomen before sliding around to grasp her perfect ass. He continued to kiss his way down her stomach, nipping lightly at her hip bones before nuzzling the top of one thigh. His hands stroked the soft skin covering her legs before gently widening them.
Mitch wedged his shoulders between her silken thighs, finally getting a good look at her womanhood. She was as beautiful there as she was all over. Her folds were glistening with her excitement, the sparse blonde hair accenting the plump pink flesh below. He swallowed heavily, suddenly ravenous to have this sweet part of her in his mouth. He raised his eyes to hers, finding her staring back at him with surprise and desire. Mitch lowered his mouth slowly, keeping his eyes locked with hers, watching her reaction. Clearly, no one had ever touched her like this before. He breathed in deeply, inhaling as much of her scent as possible, his body thrumming with his need for her. Finally, he let his lips graze against her tuft, brushing against it slightly before placing a soft kiss on her nether lips.
Her eyes rolled back in pleasure before she arched sharply against his face, pushing her mound against him in a request for more. She moaned loudly before calling his name. “Mitch! That feels so good. Please don’t stop, don’t ever stop.” Her breath quickened as her excitement rose, soon turning to pants.
“I have no intention of stopping until you come against my tongue, Miranda.” Mitch thrust his face back against her wet flesh, earning a hoarse cry. His tongue explored her folds while he eased a finger into her entrance, beginning to stretch her tissues to be ready for his coming invasion of her body. He found her extremely tight and knew he would have to be patient in his preparations of her. He began thrusting his finger inside her gently while his tongue found the bundle of nerves at the top. Her clit was swollen with her need, and her body shuddered under him as he teased it with his tongue and lips. Miranda’s hips began to move in concert with his hand’s thrusts. Feeling her release approaching, he added a second finger, more focused on wringing her climax from her than on preparing her for him. He continued his ministrations on her clit, pausing to nip and suck her lips on occasion before returning to tease her higher.
Miranda’s moans were constant now between utterances of Mitch’s name, partially formed thoughts, and the occasional naughty word. Her knees were spread wide, giving Mitch as much room as possible, while her hands were fisted into the sheets beside her. Her hips continued their thrusting, though she had no conscious control of it. Her need was coiled tightly in her stomach as her muscles clenched tighter, preparing for the explosion to come. When Mitch added a third finger, Miranda could no longer hold on.
Mitch could feel the tremors start as soon as he’d added the third finger. They spread and strengthened until he had to hold her hips down to keep from being bucked off of her. Even with his efforts, her back arched sharply off the bed as her body convulsed with pleasure. The sound of his name echoed around their room as she howled out her release to the world. Mitch maintained his movements against her body with his tongue, her inner muscles clamped down so tightly on his fingers that he couldn’t move them without causing her pain. She remained at the apex of her climax for several long seconds before finally relaxing back down to the bed. Her body continued to tremble as she gasped repeatedly, trying to regain her breath. Mitch had stopped his movements when she’d begun to relax, and he was finally able to remove his hand from her. He sucked the juices from his hand before cleaning her up with his tongue as best he could. Mitch’s body was also trembling due to the overwhelming need he was fighting. He pulled Miranda into his arms, trying to quell the flames within him as she recovered from her explosion.
* * * *
When she was able to, Miranda blinked open her eyes, finding Mitch watching her closely. His eyes shone a vivid blue, the color deepened with lust. She could feel the tremors running through his body as he fought his desires, his cock hard and throbbing against her hip where he’d pressed against her in an unconscious attempt to ease the pain. Seeing him so enflamed sent a charge through Miranda, instantly reawakening her own need.
Miranda moved so that he rolled onto his back, bringing her with him so that she lay sprawled on top of him. His arms wrapped around her shoulders to bury his hands into her hair, where they clenched and released rhythmically. Miranda leaned forward to kiss him, but he resisted her for a moment, reminding her where his mouth had just been. He was giving her the opportunity to decline tasting her own fluids. Instead of being disgusted as he’d feared, it only made Miranda more excited. She dived into him, pressing her mouth against his tightly, licking and tasting. They both moaned deeply as their kiss became animalistic. Pul
ling her mouth from his, she continued to lick and nip at his chin and jawline, cleaning the last of her fluids from his face before moving downward. She ran her tongue across his mated ring, discovering the flesh was highly sensitized as he shuddered beneath her.
She moved so she was straddling his hips, his jutting cock pressing against her lower stomach as she bent over him. Miranda moved across Mitch’s chest, dragging her tongue across the hard planes before flicking at his flat nipple, bringing it to a hard little nub. She didn’t pause long. She could feel Mitch’s desperation for his release as he shifted and jerked under her, along with the continuous deep growls.
His breathing stuttered in his chest as she dragged her teeth across his abdomen to one of his hip bones, placing a sharp bite on the skin there. Mitch was hanging on by just the smallest bit of control, and he feared losing his mind before she was done. He pulled his hands from her hair gently, not wanting to accidentally pull it in his excitement, before reaching up to grasp the iron headboard. He almost lost it completely when she moved even lower, her hair dragging across his straining cock. “Miranda! I’m so close, baby. Please, just touch me!”
Miranda didn’t bother to answer him. Instead, she turned her face to nuzzle her cheek against his throbbing shaft before bringing her lips to his tip. Miranda raised her eyes to his, finding him looking feral and out of control. She found the idea of him losing control because of her incredibly thrilling and decided to see if she could push him to do so. Keeping her eyes locked on his, she opened her mouth so that her tongue peaked out before slowly licking the moisture accumulated on the head of his cock. As soon as her tongue touched his skin, his body convulsed, and he grunted loudly, like he’d taken a hard hit to the gut. Taking pity on him, she wrapped her lips around him, sucking lightly, before moving her head down, taking him as deep as she could, wrapping one hand around what she couldn’t reach. She bobbed her head several times, running her tongue along his shaft before swirling it over the highly sensitive head. Mitch’s shudders became harsher, as did his breathing. With her next pass upward, Miranda dragged her bottom teeth gently up his shaft.
Every muscle in Mitch’s body clenched down for the space of several heartbeats, all of his energy drawing in to focus low in his stomach as his cock turned to steel in her mouth and thickened. Suddenly, the energy exploded outward, shattering him as his back bowed, and he threw his head back, releasing a resounding roar. Miranda wrapped her arms around his hips, clutching his succulent ass in her hands as she fought to hang on to his body. His cock spasmed as he hit the back of her throat, his release exploding out and jetting down her throat, barely giving her the opportunity to swallow before filling her mouth once again. Long moments later, Mitch began to relax downward, though his body still twitched with every move Miranda made with her mouth. She gentled her movements, allowing him to descend from his peak slowly, before pulling him from her mouth. She made sure to clean up the last of his fluids before crawling up his body to rest herself on his still-heaving chest.
After a moment, she realized she might be making it more difficult for him to regain his breath and shifted to move off of him, but she was stopped when Mitch wrapped his arms around her, resting his hands at the small of her back. She settled back down into him, sighing in contentment. Several long moments later, Mitch’s breathing and heart rate had returned to normal. His fingers gently stroked the slightly raised skin where his flesh had fused with hers. Miranda shivered against him, her need for him growing insistent. She needed him inside her. Mitch immediately sensed her shift in focus. He brought his hands up to bury themselves again in her hair, bringing her mouth back to his for a long, deep kiss that set both of their hearts pounding. Miranda’s hands roamed over Mitch’s body frantically, her body clamoring for his.
Mitch rolled them over until Miranda was lying on her back once again with him propped above her. He continued the kiss as his hand purposefully moved down her body, stopping only once he’d reached her dripping slit. He dipped two fingers into her wet entrance, causing Miranda to thrust up against his hand as she cried out his name. Convinced she was as ready as she ever would be, he spread her thighs wide before settling his hips between them.
“Are you ready, baby? I want to be inside of you so bad.”
“Yes, Mitch! Please! I need you inside me, now!” Miranda’s hands grasped repeatedly at Mitch’s shoulders, trying to move him upward into her body.
Mitch moved upward, positioning himself at her entrance. He shuddered at the feel of her wet heat pressed against the head of his dick. Gathering every ounce of control he had, he began to press inward, watching Miranda’s face for any sign of pain or difficult memories. He pulsed against her, moving in a bit before backing out, to move in a bit further. He continued this cycle until he came up against something that had both of them freezing in shock. Her hymen had regrown. Mitch looked down into Miranda’s shocked eyes, shaking as he tried desperately to stay still.
“What the…” she began.
“I don’t know. I guess when your body was fixed…”
“Makes sense. Don’t stop, Mitch.”
“I don’t want to hurt you, baby.”
“It’s gonna have to happen at some point, and I’m never going to be more ready than I am right now. I need you!”
Seeing Mitch’s continued hesitation, Miranda brought her legs up around his waist, digging her heels into his ass. When he still didn’t resume his movements, she kissed him deeply, waiting until he’d become lost on the kiss before abruptly pulling him into her, burying his cock inside her to the hilt. The pain was minimal and immediately disappeared as the fire inside of her flared up to consume her.
“Miranda!” he ground out, his body trembling at the feel of finally being fully enveloped inside of her. He could feel her inner muscles tremble around him, telling him she was already right at the cusp of another release. He pulled out gently before slowly moving back in, the motion taking every ounce of control he could muster. Miranda moaned deeply, her hands and legs moving frantically, trying to pull him even deeper into her. Mitch, reassured she was fine, pulled almost all the way back out before thrusting into her strongly. Miranda lifted her hips to meet his thrust, desperate for the pleasure only Mitch could give her.
“God, Mitch, just take me! You feel so good inside me,” Miranda managed to groan out between her pants for breath. Mitch could no longer resist. Every bit of his control disappeared at Miranda’s words. He pulled back before slamming forward, burying himself in her as deeply as he could go. “Oh, yes, Mitch! More!”
Mitch began thrusting into her quickly, building the strength of his thrusts until he was plunging into her as hard and deeply as he could in their current position. Every bit of their attention was focused on where they melded together, the pleasure of their union setting off sparks within them and pushing them insistently up the mountain of ecstasy they were working for. They continued to moan as they gasped for breath between kisses, the sounds of wet flesh slapping and the headboard rhythmically slamming against the wall accompanying them.
A deep, feral growl began to rumble deep in Mitch’s chest as he fought to hold on to his release until Miranda achieved hers. He slid one hand down under her ass, tilting her hips slightly, changing the angle of his penetration just enough to begin to rub that sweet spot within her body. She immediately began to tremble under him, her arms and legs gripping him tightly as she buried her face into his neck. Mitch bent his head down, dragging his tongue across her mated ridge before gently biting the raised skin. The move pushed Miranda right over the edge. Her body convulsed around him, the muscles throughout her body becoming impossibly tight as she screamed his name into the air. The feel of her inner muscles clenching and releasing him felt almost like she was sucking him deeper, like her pussy was milking his cock. The sensation pitched Mitch past his own precipice, and his body shook violently while it continued to plunge wildly into Miranda’s. He bellowed out Miranda’s name as his soul splintered
in pleasure.
As he was launched into the stratosphere, he became aware he was not alone. Miranda’s soul was there as well, shattered into many pieces as well. Their spirits clutched each other as much as their physical bodies did, sharing the explosion wracking them. The pieces of their souls floated around them, each shining brilliantly. Piece by piece, they reentered Mitch and Miranda as they began to descend from the incredible height they’d reached. They could see the two sets did not differentiate but instead simply entered the spirit of whichever of them was closest. Mitch and Miranda’s souls had mixed, joining them at the most basic level.
It was several long minutes later before they were able to catch their breath and stop trembling. Miranda’s arms and legs, which had still been clamped around Mitch’s body, finally loosened before falling limply back to the bed. It took Mitch a few more minutes to gain enough strength to move himself back enough to allow his body to slip from hers, both groaning at the loss of the connection, before rolling over onto his back next to her on the bed. Their hands reached for each other, needing to maintain contact even when they were completely exhausted and sated. They rolled their heads so they could look at each other. No words were needed. Everything they were thinking and feeling was showing clearly in their eyes.
Mitch could see the exhaustion taking over Miranda and knew he needed to clean her up before they went to sleep so she could rest better. Gathering the last of his own energy, Mitch pulled himself from the bed. He got a clean cloth and ran it under hot water before returning to Miranda. She watched him through half-open eyes, curious as to what he was doing. When he pressed the warm cloth to her overly-sensitized flesh, she moaned quietly. The warmth was soothing.