by Casey Moss
She hesitantly picked up a moist, brown tinted lens, examined it for a few seconds, then gazed into the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen in her waking hours.
“Oh it is you. Tavis, my love, my Dolon.” She took his face in her hands and crushed her lips to his.
As their mouths opened and tongues entwined, his arms went around her. A warm flush of lust washed through her. Tavis was with her now, her mind recited. Tavis, who, from what her sister said, wanted her, sexy Tavis with his rockin’ long hair, wondrous green eyes and no messy make up or scratchy ski mask. Her fingers raked though his soft, silky locks. She deepened the kiss. Faith felt like she could float away in pleasure, but the cool linoleum beneath her bare legs kept her grounded.
She slid her hand from his hair to his back, crushing his body to her. His left hand slipped beneath her tank top and between their bodies to knead her breast. His palm and fingers stroked and traced over her nipple, bringing it to a solid tip. Gently he rolled the nub between his finger and thumb.
Faith sighed into his mouth. He broke off the kiss and repositioned her body, pulling her legs straight out. She propped herself up on her elbows and watched as he undid the fastenings of her shorts then pulled both her shorts and panties down. He spread her legs, sat between them and peered at her crotch with a hungry grin. Her nerves trilled with anticipation and exhilaration, causing a heightened sense of euphoria.
He dipped his head and sucked on her clit. Letting the nub slide from his lips, his tongue extended and licked her crotch down to her ass and back. Faith writhed under his mouth, the floor cold against her buttocks, his tongue hot in her canal. No matter how foreign the sensations, she didn’t pull away. Instead she pushed herself closer, encouraging his ardor. Tavis edged a finger into the tight opening of her anus.
She gasped at the unexpected intrusion and wiggled. Tavis stopped her with a hand on her hip, his tongue in her vaginal cleft and inserted the finger a bit further in. He worked her canal with his tongue and her ass with his finger. Waves of blissful fire billowed through her. She rolled her top up and exposed her breasts, clutching and groping them with her hands.
He pulled from her and kneeled between her legs, his hands resting on her knees, making lazy circles on her with his fingertips. She gazed up at him, continuing to play with the hard nubs of her breasts.
“My beautiful, Faith,” he said with heavy breaths. “You’re hot for me. Do you want me as much as I want you?”
“Of course I want you, my love.” Lifemate…bond life forces, her inner voice whispered. “I can’t take any more of this teasing. I want you to be mine. I want us to exchange our life forces and finally be the bonded mates we were meant to be. Please, Tavis, take me now. Don’t let any more wasted time pass.”
He smiled broadly, undid the button and zipper of his pants and shucked them faster than she thought was possible. A brief twinge of fear tweaked her mind when he positioned himself between her legs, and she saw how large his penis really was. Dreaming of a huge cock and seeing one in person were two totally different things. Would he fit? Could she really accommodate his great mass? Her inner voice reminded her she was with her love and all would be all right. Her apprehension dwindled quickly.
Sliding forward to position himself, his hands on either side of her arms, the tip of his penis was poised and ready at her opening. “I love you, Faith.”
“I love you, too, Tavis.”
Just as his name ended, he thrust into her. The sharp slice of pain from him taking her virginity tore through her. She cried out. Tears formed and streamed down her cheeks. Faith jerked her hips and tried to push him from her.
“Be still, Faith. The discomfort will pass,” he insisted after gulping some air.
“Discomfort? You’ve got to be joking,” she grit out. “Have you ever been ripped in half with a serrated knife? No, I think not.” She bucked again to shove him off her, but with no luck.
“Faith, just give it a moment or two.”
Suddenly disenchanted with the experience she did as he bid and settled as best she could. A sigh of frustration passed through her lips. She closed her eyes.
Tavis’s mouth latched on to her right nipple. He teased the peak with his tongue. Tingles of pleasure returned and trickled up and down her body. She shifted to give him more access to her breast. A delightful sensation stirred in her muscles around his cock. She circled her hips slightly.
“Faith,” he cautioned, his breath hot and teasing around her breast.
“It’s okay now,” she said, her voice soothing as she gently rocked him. “It actually feels quite nice.”
As he suckled on one tit and caressed the other, she slowly undulated her hips, letting his thick shaft slide in and out of her canal. Faith pulled Tavis’s head toward hers. Before their lips joined, she caught sight of their beautiful and glorious amber and turquoise colors streaming above them just like in her dream. She kissed Tavis with a renewed passion, instinctively knowing they were mated now. Their colors and life force had joined and nothing would be able to break them apart anymore.
He pulled out of her vagina. She moaned with disappointment into his mouth. With a slight chuckle and a tug with his teeth on her lower lip, he thrust in. Her hips rose to meet him in desperate yearning for release. As he delved in deeper, she believed he’d hit her center, her soul. The love she felt for him engulfed her whole being. Each movement increased the fire burning within her. She dug her nails into his back and let herself fall into the abyss of sexual satisfaction. Soon after, she experienced the passionate heat of his release inside her.
He relaxed on top of her. She held him, stroking his back, feeling the moist sections of his shirt, and closed her eyes.
Together they napped on the cool kitchen floor in each other’s arms. For that brief space in time, Faith enjoyed a dreamless respite.
PART EIGHT
Hope’s Bonding
Chapter Seventeen
Hope stirred and stretched. Cool cotton sheets soft beneath the skin of her arms and legs slid against her. With a throaty yawn, she opened her eyes to the bright sunlit room. Realizing it might be close to midday, she checked the clock on her nightstand. It confirmed she was correct in her assumption. Lengthening her body beneath her comforter, she assessed her torso and limbs. Sore from dancing, but not much else.
The night before must have been a dream. She rolled over and fluffed her pillow under her head. Her eyes trained on a man sitting in a chair near the door.
She bolted upright, clawing the covers against her, blinking at the figure who was smiling at her. Hope rubbed her sleep weary eyes with the heels of her hands and looked back at the intruder.
“Alden?”
“Good morning, Hope,” he said in the sultry, deep voice she loved so much. “Did you sleep well?”
“Den,” she exclaimed in a euphoric shriek and bounded out of bed. “How did you find me?” Hope hopped onto his lap and threw her arms around his neck.
He returned her hug and smoothed down her overly large tee-shirt which had ridden up her stomach and back. “A contact tracked me down after he saved you last night. Since you were running late getting to the cafe, your friends came looking for you. Ruby was with the group. Between her and my contact, they realized who you were and then gave me a call. I came straight away.”
“God, Alden.” Hope held his face between her hands. “I’ve missed you so much.”
“I’ve missed you, too, love.”
Her gaze peered into his. Images of shamrock green fields and sapphire seas and sensations of better and easier times filled her mind. Her soul warmed and sighed. She felt in his embrace as if she had come home to rest after a long and arduous journey.
Rainbow colors radiated outward from them. Ignoring her signs of detox, her lips descended upon his. She drank in the pleasure and taste of him as her tongue explored his mouth, gliding along his teeth, his lips and back to meet and spar with his. Her mind reveled in the kiss’s velvet warmt
h.
Hope tried to get even closer to him. She wanted to get inside him, partake of his power and strength, become one with him. Delighting in his passion, she liked how he returned her kisses with his own zeal. The extent of his enthusiasm nudged the bottom of her leg. She sank deeper into him, exerting one last sprint kiss of her own ardor.
Withdrawing slightly and resting her forehead against his, she caught her breath. “I’m so happy you found me,” she whispered. “If only you hadn’t fallen for Buzz’s fake portal.” She laid her head upon his shoulder.
“You know of that, do you?”
“Yeah.” Hope nuzzled her cheek along his neck. “I found out about it from one of his friends the night before I escaped.”
“Believe me, love, I was so pissed at myself for being duped by Buzz’s trickery. The portal seemed so real. By the time I made it back to your parents’ house, though, Buzz had already absconded with you.” His arms banded tighter around her. “I met with your family. Told them I’d track you down. There were times I could have sworn I felt your pain and loneliness, but I couldn’t pinpoint where you were. Buzz had covered his tracks well.”
“So how did your contact come about being in the same place I was?” She stroked her fingers through his long, silky hair.
“He caught your show, which will be a matter of discussion at a different time, young lady. How come you didn’t go straight home when you escaped from that guy’s clutches? You took a bit of a detour, didn’t you?”
“Umm, yeah, I guess you can say that. I didn’t mean to.” Recalling the place called limbo junction and the people in it sent shivers down her spine. “Believe me, I won’t be making that mistake again. So,” she paused and trailed kisses along his neck, “how do I repay your contact for saving me?”
“There’s no need to repay him, love. I believe in karma. I know he’ll be repaid in some fashion someday.”
“That doesn’t seem fair. Karma can take a long time.” Slowly, she slid off his lap and rested on her knees before him. “Shouldn’t he get some kind of payment now? Or what if I pay you, and then I can feel like karma can bank the goodness for him?”
“And what kind of remuneration are you considering?” He questioned as he gazed down upon her.
She removed the tee-shirt she had thrown on after her shift the night before. A satin, burgundy colored bra pushed up her breasts into two rounded hills of flesh. Hope undid the button of his jeans, leisurely inched the zipper down and freed his penis from the confines of his clothing. With a casual air about her, she gently kissed and licked the head of his cock. It grew thick and heavy in her hand. Above her, he sucked in a quick stream of breath. Spurred on by his arousal, she smiled and lapped his elongated shaft down to his balls, then back up to its head.
He pushed his palms against her shoulders, and forced her back onto her haunches.
“Whoa there, you don’t have to do that,” he said while arranging himself back into his pants. “You don’t have to repay me in that way.”
She looked up at him, puzzled. Didn’t all men want a woman on her knees in front of them with their dick in her mouth?
“Don’t you like me anymore? Don’t you want me?”
“Of course I want you. I love you. Always have. I wouldn’t mind making love to you, but I don’t want to take advantage of you and your purity.”
“Purity. Yeah, right.” She chuckled. “I’m not that pure anymore.”
“What?” Alden bellowed, his face twisting in ire. “Did he penetrate you? Did he taste of your blood?”
“God, no,” she said appalled. “I’m still pure in the true virginal sense.” She filled him in on the details of her time spent in Buzz’s world—how she always had to please him, how he never satisfied her, and what he did to her body in place of regular sexual intercourse. “He did mention once it wasn’t time yet for him to take my innocence. Whatever that meant.” Hope rolled her eyes. “Then there was his friend, Clive, the one who told me about the portal. He said he understood why Buzz wanted me even though I wasn’t the strongest in my clan.” She contemplated what she had just said and gasped. “Oh, no. Faith. Cassandra. We have to warn them that Buzz may be after them as well.”
Alden stopped her before she jumped up and started to cause a scene. “Your family is fine. They’re okay. Cassandra and Faith have their own protectors.”
“Do I know them?”
“I’d rather not say. If Buzz isn’t on to them yet, I wouldn’t want the information getting back to him.”
“Who would I tell? Besides, he knew about you so who’s to say he doesn’t know them already?” She narrowed her eyes at his exasperated expression. “Alden, what’s really going on?”
“I can’t explain yet. I will though. Hopefully, I’ll be able to soon.”
“I think I can convince you to talk.”
“Oh, really now. And how do you propose to do that?”
She unfastened her bra, let it dangle and fall to the floor to rest upon her shirt. Her nipples immediately peaked and hardened in the cool, conditioned air. She reached out and freed his cock again.
Alden’s breathing increased. She was happy he didn’t stop her and allowed her to gratify him. The last few nights of being up on stage naked, dancing for the men, had driven her crazy. She had become so used to performing oral sex acts and obtaining some relief from them herself that she seemed to be experiencing a kind of withdrawal. Her wanton need to touch and please a male hit home the moment her mouth went around the head of his phallus. He was still hard from before. It was easy for her to rim the underside of its head with the tip of her tongue.
He shuddered under her touch. Hope looked up at him. His hooded, passion-filled gaze met hers. She smiled slyly, and with her gaze still connected to his, gave the tip of his cock a quick flick of her tongue. He threw his head back. A heated sigh escaped from his lips. She stroked his penis from its base to its tip, tightening her grip ever so slightly on the up slide.
Skimming her thumbs along the top of his clothing, she maneuvered him to a position where she could rid him of his pants and underwear. In a few swift tugs, she had his apparel down to his ankles, revealing his manliness in all its glory. The long, thick length of him, no longer inhibited by any attire, waved freely in the air. She lightly traced the backs of her fingers along the bottom of his well-defined abdomen, loving the light bit of fluff. She trailed her hands down along his hips and thighs, then smoothed them up his legs and into their juncture to cup his balls.
Leaning forward, she placed his cock back in her mouth. One hand gently massaged his sack. Her head bobbed up and down rhythmically, enticing him to greater heights.
“Honey, stop, please,” Alden pleaded in racking breaths moments later. He pulled out of her and moved her away. Bending down, he grasped the top of his pants, pulled them up and walked into the adjoining bathroom.
Slightly confused as to why he didn’t let her finish and having a feeling their little interlude was over, Hope slipped on her bra and tee-shirt. From her closet, she pulled out a pair of jeans and donned them as well. She was sitting on the bed, running her fingers through her hair, when he finally came out of the bathroom.
“Sorry about that.” He pulled her into his arms and held her close. “I didn’t want to subject you to what was about to happen.”
“It would have been all right, Alden,” she murmured against his chest.
“Maybe so, but I didn’t feel comfortable with it.” He stroked her hair. “And you’re right. You do need to know what’s going on, but let me make sure you’re safe first. Okay?”
“All right,” she agreed and led him from the room.
Out in the kitchen Ruby sprang from her seat at the table. “There you are! I thought you were going to sleep all day. You didn’t bother the poor thing, did you?” She looked at Alden with a brow raised.
“No ma’am. I let her sleep.”
“Well, thank God,” the blonde stated as she slumped back into her chai
r. “Thanks, Alden.”
An older woman at the table with Ruby cleared her throat.
“Oh, me and my manners. Hope, Alden, this is Aithne, one of my closest and dearest friends.”
“I’m so glad you didn’t say oldest this time,” Aithne commented in a crackly voice.
“Fire.” Alden bowed and took a seat opposite from her.
“Yes, my boy, quite right. Come, my dear,” she said to Hope. “Have a seat next to me and let me tell you what I find.”
“What you find?” She questioned as she sat.
“Aithne fancies herself a psychic,” Ruby supplied, joining them at the table.
“Fancy, schmancy. I am a psychic,” Aithne retorted. She homed in on Hope with slit eyes. “Hmmm, interesting. Your parents are mystics, record keepers even, as are you and your sister, though you and her would rather play. You and yours led a privileged life and found favor in the high court. Your cousin, she’s trained to be a high priestess. Good for her. Good for her.”
Hope quirked an eyebrow at Ruby, then at Aithne. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Bah,” the older woman flapped a hand in Hope’s direction. “That man has you in a spell. Bad spell. Bad poison. Did it so your family would have to accept him and so he could have his way with you. He’s a powerful one, he is. His enemies will eventually take care of him, but to be free you have to break the spell.” From her bosom she pulled a small packet. “Here are herbs. Steep them as you would a tea and drink a glass each night for the next several nights. It will help to break the curse, though you’ve been slowly cracking away at it already.”
She winked at Alden. “And when this bad man comes back into your life, you’re not to eat or drink anything from him. You’re most definitely not to taste of his blood or he of yours. You also need to repeat the Lord’s Prayer to him.” Aithne removed a necklace with three stones in its center and handed it to her. “The green-yellow stone is peridot and provides a shield of protection around the body. The glassy textured, dark stone in the middle is obsidian and is a protective stone. It stabilizes energies and shields against negativity. This purple stone here is amethyst. It’s a stone of peace and strength. It protects against anger, hate, envy and fear. Wear it at all times.”