by Jay, Setta
She entered onto tiled floors. The spacious bedroom was complete with sitting area and raised four-poster bed of what looked like bamboo, but no Erik. She could hear the sound of water running in what had to be an adjoining bath. Pain hit her like a punch to the gut as she quickly entered the bathroom, praying that she was right and Erik was in there. Her heart pounded in her chest. If it hammered any harder, she’d have a heart attack. She moved inside to the stone shower enclosure.
Steam filtered in her nose as she looked inside the opening. It looked big enough for several people to wash without ever touching.
Her breath left in a harsh rush at the sight of him leaning his forehead against the wall. He was beyond beautiful. Water streamed down the taut muscles of his big back. His powerful frame looked incredibly tense as he braced a hand against the wall. His other hand disappeared in front of his hips, and she imagined him stroking his thick shaft.
“You need to go.” He wasn’t even looking at her but had known she was there. His deep voice resonated with pain she knew he was attempting to hide from her. It was ridiculous. She moved closer. “Sam, don’t force me to be a monster. I’m too close to the edge. I need to feel you wrapped around me, but it’s too dangerous.” He was in agony. She felt it in their bond, even though he was trying to keep it from her. It was stronger now that she was so close. They needed to do this now. Her heart stuttered, but she wanted him. Her body ached for him. Just the sight of him made her skin heat and her desire flow.
She needed to think, damn it. “Can you contact Vane?” She had an idea, but she wasn’t sure he’d be thrilled.
Erik growled low. “Why do you want my brother?”
His growled words trilled inside her body. Everything about him set her off. She closed her eyes against the sight of his broad muscled shoulders and mouthwatering ass, forced away the sight of liquid flowing in rivers down his back. Her breathing was accelerating to panting levels. She wanted to lap up every last drop.
He groaned. “Tell me that was for me, not my fucking brother.” He obviously wasn’t hearing her thoughts, but it appeared he was getting her emotions.
She cleared her throat. “It was for you. Can you get Vane here now? We need his help for my plan to work.”
“What plan?”
Shit, was he really going to question everything? “Get him here, and you’ll find out.” She growled a little of her own.
He groaned deep, and she saw his shoulders shudder. Oh shit. They might not make it, and that could be bad. Vane was right. Erik would never forgive himself if he hurt her with all the immense strength she knew lay inside him.
“What the fuck, Sam? How the hell did you get here?” Vane was fast. His perfect blond hair looked ruffled, and his furrowed brows showed just how incensed and worried he was.
“I need you to get me something to bind him. Is there anything that would work to hold him on that bed?”
Erik turned around slowly. Wet strands of hair fell over his forehead as those gorgeous icy eyes looked at her. Oh, God, those piercing blue eyes held dark dangerous need. Her pussy throbbed in response.
“Now, Vane.” Before they ran out of time.
“Shit.” Vane looked at his brother. Ran his fingers through his hair as if he was torn. “I’ll be right back.”
Moments passed as Sam and Erik just stared at each other. Both tense and breathing hard. His cock looked painfully rigid, and she knew just how much he needed her. His gaze burned over every inch of her body. “You need to go, Sam. Chaining me will keep me from hurting you, but what of your memories?” The words were said so low and deep that with the sound of the water, she nearly missed them. Her stomach and heart clenched with deep emotion at his words.
Her chin rose. “Why don’t you let me worry about that.” She blew out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d held. “Don’t make this harder. The pain is only going to get worse. Sirena said it will start affecting your mind. We need to take care of this before that happens. Putting you to sleep before didn’t slow the frenzy’s progression, it just delayed it, and I know you’re hurting. I can feel it.” She could tell he wanted to argue with her, so she stopped it with her next words. “The fact that I will be in control will help. Please don’t fight me. It’s becoming painful for me too.” She hoped to use his damn protective instincts to their advantage. His chin dipped to his chest. A massive chest that was still heaving with pained arousal. His cock was huge and dark. She could see it throb against his stomach. She wasn’t lying. Her abdomen had been getting pangs the closer she’d gotten to him. Nothing like what slipped through their bond from him, and she didn’t care about her pain as much as she cared about him.
Erik turned off the water and grabbed a towel that had been flung over the stone wall partially enclosing the shower. “Vane said he put everything in the room.” His voice was still pained as he moved slowly, his every muscle flexing with the grace of an animal. Half dry, he walked into the room. Metal cuffs were attached to a thick chain that latched onto metal rings she saw under the bed. She wouldn’t question why Conn needed those in his home. What she was planning now would be the only reason to need such a feature. It was unreal for her; she’d never done anything remotely like was she was doing to him. He lay on his back, arms and legs spread for her, his jaw tight. “Do it fast. Vane is going to stay outside the door in case something happens. I don’t trust myself not to break the damn chains. You need to call to him if that happens.” He closed his eyes, and his tight muscles twitched with the effort he used to hold back. She moved quickly to secure him. It was slowly turning to dusk, but light still came through the curtains at the balcony door. Her face heated knowing Vane was just outside. A big ceiling fan whipped around, stirring the air in the room and helping cool her embarrassment.
She undressed quickly, leaving her jeans, tank and delicate blue underthings in a pile before climbing onto the bed.
His eyes were open but heavy lidded. “I want to taste you first. Make sure you’re ready for me.”
Her skin tingled at the huskiness in his voice. Did he really want her to bring her pussy up to his face? Her womb clenched remembering how skilled he was with his mouth. She nearly moaned.
“I can feel how that excites you. You taste so damn good. Bring that sweet pussy up to my lips.” His lids were so low she could only see a sliver of crystal blue shining through.
She crawled up to his side not quite bold enough to do as he asked. She was wet and ready, and the situation had gone past the point of foreplay. She really wanted to take him into her mouth, wanted to lick and suck at each dip and ridge of his delicious torso. Take her time with the beautiful man laid out for anything she wanted to do. He was not the type of guy that would let a girl tie him up. This was a unique situation that she imagined no other woman had experienced with him. She found she really liked that. She shook her head; they needed fast this time.
“There isn’t time. I’m ready.” She heard him growl low. Sirena said they would need to do this often to stave off the pain. There would be plenty of time to experiment later. She was a little dizzy; something deeper than arousal was rippling under her skin. He watched with the eyes of a predator as she slid a leg over his hip, settling her wet pussy over his hot erection. She hoped that being in control would stop the memories. Only time would take the shame, but she’d already made leaps in the right direction. She planned to lose herself in the deep, piercing arousal, let instinct take her away, just like Sirena had instructed. She wanted this, could do this.
She bit her lip as she grasped his thick cock in one hand and guided him in. He was so big and hot. Bigger than any she had ever seen, much less attempted to take inside her body. She circled herself on his hot shaft, drenching him with her want, getting off on the silky feel of him. She moaned as his hips pushed up reflexively. She could see his pulse beat at his neck. His jaw was clenched so tight she swore she heard teeth grinding. He’d shut his eyes tight, and she mourned the loss of the sight of those st
unning eyes, so incredibly hot and intent on her. She pushed down hard to take him all, but it was such a tight fit, she couldn’t accommodate everything. He moaned and bucked as she worked her pussy up and down. She felt every delicious ridge as she leaned over him for a better angle. Hell, it was so good. She’d never felt anything close to how he felt inside her. Maybe that explained why she hadn’t enjoyed sex all that much, never climaxing unless she took care of it herself. Her body was made for him; it was a silly romantic thought, but somehow it felt right. Her channel throbbed around him. Both were panting by the time she settled all the way down.
Her breasts brushed against his chest. They were not overly large but tended to be incredibly sensitive. She couldn’t help but rub them over the fine hair on his chest. She kissed the hard tendons at his neck because that, too, was more than she could resist.
“Play with those hard nipples for me.”
Leaning up, she saw his lids half open and completely focused on her. Mesmerized, she brought her body up and did as he demanded. She heard his pained groan and felt his big frame shake beneath her. She lifted up and started stroking herself up and down his shaft while plumping her breasts and pinching the tight buds.
“That’s it. Work that wet pussy on me.”
She pulsed around him, was close, the pleasure so deep it drew gasps from her lips. Beads of sweat were pebbled on his chest, and his skin was so hot she was sure he’d combust. He needed release. She built up a rhythm, circling her hips because she couldn’t help herself. It felt so good and full that she knew she was on the edge of coming. She moved faster as he pushed from below to meet her every stroke. She had never felt anything like it. She was going to come all over him without even touching her clit. How was that even possible? His breathing was rapid as he filled her over and over. The sounds of their deep moans and heavy pants were all she could hear as she quivered around him. She rode him hard and fast until she was crying out her release above him. He shouted, his hips lifting off the bed, and slammed into her. She felt his cock flexing and emptying inside her, and she’d never experienced anything like it.
She fell against his chest for a second to catch her breath. Her body wracked with tremors, and she couldn’t believe she was conscious. None of the bad memories had invaded. After long moments lying atop his heaving torso, she realized he wasn’t softening and looked up. Primal icy eyes looked even more dangerous with a tenderness that she saw there.
“Unchain me.”
Her breath caught, and she stilled for a brief moment at his seductive voice. She slid off the big bed and complied with his request; she wanted his hands on her skin.
Once free, he pulled her over him, kissing her deeply while his hands caressed her back and bottom. Slowly his hand inched between her thighs and gathered their combined essence and began rubbing it all over her thighs and ass. “Smells so fucking good. So right. I want to rub it all over your body. Mark you. Lick it all off and have you inside me like I was just inside you.”
His words were wicked, and she was shocked at how hot they made her. Her pussy ached with renewed desire. Sam didn’t miss the fact that he continued to lay below her. She could tell he was a man that was used to being on top, in control, but he was doing it in a way that he thought would be easier for her, melting her heart a little more.
He positioned her so that she straddled him while he kissed and sucked at her tight nipples. They were swollen and sensitive, tingling under his wicked ministrations. Big palms massaged her breasts high into his waiting mouth. He sucked on the tight nubs until she was wild above him. She stroked his rock-hard cock and guided it to her again and pushed down hard. This time her body accommodated his size with greater ease. His head fell back on the pillow, their height differences too different to allow his mouth access to her breasts while she rode him. He moaned while his hips pumped beneath her. His hands came down, directing her hips. He circled them, lifting and guiding her back slowly. He took full control over her movements like she weighed less than a grain of sand. A hand came up to stroke her cheek, and he softly pulled her down to his lips. His tongue explored and seduced so that she was breathless and needy above him. Gooseflesh covered her skin by the time their lips finally separated. She was so close, again.
“Rub your clit for me. I’m close, but I have to feel you come all over my cock again. Need to feel you pulse and squeeze me.” He watched as she touched herself, appeared mesmerized by the sight of what her fingers were doing. “Fuck yeah, that’s it, beautiful, give me more of that sweet honey.”
She came hard around him, crying out to the ceiling. He pushed deep and groaned. Warm jets of his seed bathed her womb as she fell onto his chest. Sirena had said this wouldn’t result in pregnancy, not for years, but she wasn’t sure she cared whether it happened sooner. The warm slide of his come and the soft skin of his cock felt incredible.
He lifted and settled her against his side. She was grateful because her thighs were aching, and she couldn’t have moved on her own. He held her against his warm chest, rubbing circles in the center of her back, and the tears came. His hand stilled as his body went rigid. He leaned and kissed her hair before holding her tighter as the pent-up emotion flooded out of her. He was so freaking perfect, and she was such a basket case. She knew her tears were probably freaking him out. Guys were known for panicking at that, but she couldn’t seem to stop them. How could she find something so perfect; he deserved so much more that her damaged ass.
Chapter 14
Gregoire’s Home, Tetartos Realm
Alyssa woke hot and aroused. Her skin was flushed, and she ached for release. Her eyes opened, and she saw the source of her body’s neediness. Gregoire’s dark warm brown hair was inches away, and his lips were suckling at her breasts as thick fingers toyed with her slick opening. “So wet and already wanting my cock.”
She couldn’t speak, instead moaning at the heated words. One hand fisted in the blankets while the other dug in his thick, messy hair. The soft strands felt amazing as they ran through her fingers. She pulled at them as she bowed her back for more of that dizzying suction.
He groaned against her flesh and gave her harder pulls as his fingers grew more demanding. At least three digits filled her while his mouth devoured her tightened buds, leaving her in a state of pure euphoria. “Sometime soon I’m going to fuck your tits.”
“Why does everyone want to do that?” she mused as she floated in pleasure. His movements stopped, and she made a needy noise of disappointment. Lifting heavy lids she hadn’t even realized she’d closed, she was met with his furious forest gaze.
His voice was dangerously low. “Did you let someone fuck your tits?”
She swallowed at the look in his eyes. “No.” Her words were breathless. The jealousy sparkling in his eyes made something deep inside itch to taunt him, just to see what he would do. “That’s in my next lesson.”
He growled, his eyes flashing. She knew instinctually that anyone else would have run from him, but it was like she was purring inside. “You want a lesson, Angel?” His words were spoken with an edge of challenge.
Mmm hmm. Desire flooded her channel. She liked him growly… Why? Maybe a small part of her wanted him to suffer in some way for rejecting her. Whatever the reason, his possessiveness turned her on like nothing else had.
He was up, opening a big wooden armoire by the bed. “I had things prepared for your arrival. I hadn’t planned to use the items in this cabinet so soon, but I can smell how wet you are at the idea of a lesson.” He was nude, and his muscular back and ass drew her complete attention. She wanted to explore his body with her tongue. The delicious male belonged to her.
She shook her head. The frenzy was making her ridiculous. It was only sex, she had to remind herself. That was all she could afford to feel. She had planned to give herself to Kerr and Calder; there was no reason she couldn’t enjoy doing the same with the big Guardian.
She sat up, covering herself with the blanket as she watched h
im. His muscles rippled as he moved his hands in the cabinet. She couldn’t see what he was doing. She was too focused on the way his body strained and flexed. He was stunning. Her mouth watered at the mere sight of his magnificent form.
Before she completely lost her mind, she decided to distract herself. “Did they catch the people that attacked Tynan and tried to take us?”
His back stiffened before he spoke. “Not yet. They were Cyril’s. Drake found out how they got the information on you.”
She was a little surprised, then realization hit, and her jaw clenched. “They found out I was your mate. How?”
“Your father contacted me when you left. I’ve known Tynan for centuries and went to him to find out where you were. Unfortunately I was called away before I could get to you. One of the females in Tynan’s bed heard my telling him to watch over you until I could get back.” He said the last low.
“So that’s why you decided to claim me?” The words tasted bitter on her lips. “Because I finally decided to find some independence? Left my father’s watchful sphere?” She felt sickened by the fact that he likely would never have come for her otherwise. Should have guessed it sooner, but she was too wild for him. Damn it. She got out of the bed and headed toward the bathroom. She didn’t like the insecurity and pain that assailed her, tightening her stomach and chest, making it difficult to breathe. She refused to be in the same room as him. If she’d been thinking clearly, she would have realized that he’d come looking for her because her parents had told him she was gone, not because he’d wanted her.
She had just stepped inside the big bathroom when she was lifted and settled on top of a cold counter. She flinched in surprise at the speed with which it all happened, then tried to jump down. “It’s cold.” He lifted her again and sat her back down on a towel that he must have telekinetically positioned under her. He was so damn powerful. She didn’t even want to look at his handsome face. “What?”