by Jay, Setta
His brows narrowed, and he looked furious as hell. For some reason that just set her off. “Go away. I would like to take a shower. Privately.” She didn’t want him to see her emotional upheaval, and she needed to get his scent off her skin. It was making her traitorous body want him more.
“No. You are going to explain to me why you’re so concerned with Tynan?”
Seriously? “Why would you care who I’m interested in? You only came for me because my father called. Not because you wanted to claim the precious mate you could have come for at any time during the last five years.” Her stomach clenched tight, and she squirmed to get away, but he’d effectively caged her with his arms on the counter and his hips between her spread thighs.
“It doesn’t matter if you are interested in Tynan. The only male that ever gets to touch your hot little cunt is me.” The thumb of one hand came to toy with her clit, and her damn body responded to his soft circles. He pushed two digits in deep and hard, and her hips ground against his palm. “This belongs to me.” She clenched her teeth and tried to still her movements when he continued, “I had planned to come for you when you could handle my nature. I gave you fucking years to have a normal, quiet life before completely making you mine. I knew I’d demand every inch of you. Could you have handled that sooner? Fuck, no, you couldn’t have. Not to mention how your father would have dealt with the fact that his old friend was taking his innocent little daughter away from him.”
She sat there fuming at his arrogance, and then the words settled in. “You’re friends with my father? He never spoke of it.” She crinkled her brow, not sure she believed him and didn’t like that his words had eased some of her pain. He’d not said one word about her size or that she thought her a weak mate for a Guardian.
“Your father and I have been friends for longer than I can remember. I found out you were my mate the day of your birth. I had come to show my respect and see my friend’s babe, but realized immediately that you would be mine one day.”
“How is that possible? Mating frenzies don’t start unless you’ve hit your majority.” She was attempting to head around what he was saying.
His features twisted. “Fuck, of course they don’t. You were a babe. I’m not a sick fuck. It was an instinctual feeling, not sexual.” He looked thoroughly disgusted by her question, and she liked that she’d set him off. Something had to be really wrong with her.
“I can understand about my father, if what you say is true.”
He growled at her, “Are you saying I’m lying?”
She didn’t think he was. “Why would I discount the possibility? I don’t know you.” He got up in her face, his fingers still inside her body, holding her there. It was hot and it took everything she had not to move on them.
“I don’t lie.” His voice was low and challenging.
She would not be bowled over by him. His thumb moved around her clit slowly, and his fingers started pumping inside her body. The conversation might be over, but that didn’t mean she was letting anything go. She wouldn’t be the kind of female that allowed him to walk on her, but she also wouldn’t deny her body’s needs, and right now it needed him.
If she wanted him, she’d take him. Her wet passage clenched around his thick fingers. She was thankful for her minimal experience. It gave her confidence that she’d lacked before. The fact that he had somewhat valid reasons for staying away relaxed her upset stomach, and she fell into the pleasure his fingers provided. He’d set up a slow and seductive rotation on her clit as his digits plunged deep.
“You think I never watched you? That I haven’t been getting reports on you since you were a babe?” He growled while adding another finger inside her tight channel. She gasped as his movements grew harder, more demanding. “I know everything about you. I also know that I only give a fuck that you’re mine.” He pushed in deep, curving his fingers and touching a spot that made her squirm and writhe against him. “There will be no Tynan or anyone else but me. My hands, my mouth, my dick are the only ones to touch you from this moment on.”
She was on fire for him, dying for more while he held her firm, preventing her any movement, any relief. “This possessiveness you’ve unleashed and decided to toy with isn’t tame. Keep that in mind when you poke the beast, like you were just doing. If you let anyone touch you, they die. You’re mine.” His gaze was harsh as the words vibrated from his lips. The muscles and tendons on his neck stood at attention. His fingers started moving again. She released the breath she’d been holding and fell into the pleasure he wrought; she was close, to the point that one more caress of her swollen clit would push her over. He watched with a feral glint in his eyes, holding her gaze as he pushed her closer and closer until she was finally screaming her release. His lips and tongue took her mouth like his fingers owned her body. She throbbed against his hand as he lifted away. She saw scratch marks in his shoulders she hadn’t even realized she’d been making. He continued watching her as he brought his hand up to her lips. She smelled her sweet release as he caressed it over her mouth. Her lips parted on a gasp, and he slid inside the opening. “Suck it off. Taste your sweetness.” She did as he said, completely in his thrall. He removed his hand and licked the rest before leaning in to lick at her lips. He groaned, fisted her hair and tilted her for his mouth’s possession. He was demanding, and he tasted of her. She moaned and reached down to stroke his hard cock. Her fingers were unable to span even a fraction of his girth. He was so damn big and she was dying to know how he tasted.
She broke the kiss to demand it. She wanted to make him squirm like he’d made her. “I want to taste you.”
“You’ll suck your come off my dick, Angel.” He used both hands on her hips and slammed fully inside. It took her breath and bowed her back. He was so damn big her body took a second to adjust before he slammed harder inside. “Fuck, you tighten around me like a vise. I can’t wait to get in your ass, see just how much you can strangle my dick.”
She was so hot and wet. All she could hear was a buzzing in her ears as he lifted her off the counter and slammed her onto his shaft over and over. Her legs gripped his hips, and she held on. His mouth found hers again as he took her with a force that edged with pleasured pain, loving the wildness. She screamed her release into his mouth. Her body was wracked with spasms. She was down on the floor a second later. His eyes were glazed with desire. “Now, taste yourself all over my cock.” Her mouth watered as she got on her shaky knees. A cushy towel awaited her. Again, he’d used his power to make sure she was comfortable. She didn’t want to acknowledge that she liked it.
He tilted his long shaft so that it was in front of her lips. She lifted up as far as she could to take him into her mouth. He was so thick. It felt erotic and empowering to suck her desire off of him. She made a mewling noise when she tasted his pleasure seeping from the tip. It was so good she lost her way until he began pumping shallowly between her lips, only giving her the head. His hands were in her hair, and she looked up to see his eyes were focused on his cock as it disappeared between her lips. She wanted to drive him as wild as he’d made her. She sucked hard and rolled his sac in her hand as the other pumped. She sucked and swallowed around him over and over, working her way lower as his hands tightened in her hair and his breathing grew erratic. She sucked and stroked until she had almost all of him down her throat. “Fuck.” She kept up her ministrations, breathing through her nose, knowing she could take him. Her jaw ached, and her pussy wept as she inched him in. She finally swallowed him all the way, and she heard him shout. She felt his sweet release sliding inside her. She licked him lightly as she slowly backed off, bathing him with her tongue while he finished coming in her mouth. He was right. The combination of their pleasure was incredible. She didn’t care that her jaw ached; she wanted him again.
He lifted her up into his arms and took her back to the bed, where he kissed her with a tender abandon that left her feeling wide open. She felt exposed and disoriented by the sweet caress of his hands an
d mouth as they worshiped her. She was taken over, could do nothing but fall into it and hope she came out of the other side whole again.
Chapter 15
Cyril’s Compound, Tetartos Realm
Reve, one of his Kairos, returned with an unconscious Kane and no female.
Cyril was not happy when he asked, “What happened?”
“The Guardian got there right as we found her. Kane was blasted into a wall in the fight, and there was no way to get her.”
Cyril came within a foot of the male, and using his powers over the body, he stopped Reve’s heart. The fool’s eyes widened, and then he dropped Kane’s unconscious body. Cyril felt rage so strong and deep he wanted to do permanent damage, but he forced himself to rein in the desire to kill. Kairos were rare, and he had so few in his employ, but he couldn’t deny the need to do harm. He lifted his power from Reve’s heart, allowing it to beat once more. The Kairos gasped and held his hands to his chest as he tried to get his breathing and heart rate to even out. He was Immortal; he would be fine. For now.
“Go to your room to await your punishment,” he said through clenched teeth.
The fool left the lab as fast as he was able to manage. Cyril watched in disgust. His lab assistants had quieted around him, attempting to look busy as far away from the scene as possible. Rage was boiling up inside. He looked down at his second in command and repressed the urge to kick him in the head. He already needed to repair enough damage. He saw blood tracking down Kane’s neck, and his hair was matted with blood. The blow had to have been a strong one. Kane’s skull looked fractured. Fuck. He wanted to leave the male in his own blood, but he needed him.
“Get him on a table,” he bellowed at his assistants. He couldn’t believe they’d failed. Having a female of interest to the Guardians would have been all he needed. He could have taken out his body’s needs on her. Used her for his pleasure knowing the Guardians would be furious. They never showed any particular interest like that. The thought made his teeth clamp down tight. What if she was Gregoire’s mate? He shook off the thought. It wasn’t likely now that one, Urian, was mated. The odds of two Guardians finding their mates just days apart was doubtful. That didn’t mean Kane and Reve’s failure was any less upsetting. He would make the Kairos suffer. Punish them both in ways that wouldn’t take away their usefulness.
After he’d alleviated his anger, he would get back to his research. Something was missing. He felt it had to do with Subject Nine. There was a niggling in the back of his mind. He would find out what it was trying to tell him after he healed his idiot second in command.
At least his other plans hadn’t been affected. Soon, things would be set in to play that could change the tides back in his favor.
Chapter 16
Gregoire’s Home, Tetartos Realm
Gregoire woke to a sense of peace that left him feeling lighter than he’d ever felt in his long life. Alyssa was tucked into his arms, and her sleepy, well-fucked scent filled his nose. Her soft ass was pushed up against his cock, making him want to grab her hips and slide his way inside. He forced himself to leave the bed, rubbing his hands over his beard. If he didn’t move away, he’d take her again. Light filtered in through the big windows blanketing the front of his home. He hadn’t bothered to close the blinds the night before.
He took another look at his sleeping mate. She was covered in thick blankets, her chestnut hair in wild disarray. Her beautiful face and pouty lips were all he could see peeking out. She needed her rest. He’d been rough with her. They’d spent nearly two days between the bedroom and the bath. He would take her to refuel her energies when she woke up. Immortals needed to feed from the world’s energies to keep up their strength. They didn’t need a boost of energies as often as humans required food, mainly because they received small amounts daily. To get fully recharged, they’d need to be within. Most of their kind had private caverns for that purpose. His was located inside the mountain behind their home.
He had slept soundly, his mate cradled in his arms, spent and pliant from his constant attentions. His life force was etching a constant tattoo under his skin. They would complete the mating soon enough, and until then he would feel the whirling under his skin as it sought to connect with hers. For the moment he was enjoying keeping her all to himself, the ceremony could wait. He looked down at her sleeping face. Her eyelashes curled against her smooth cheeks. She was so fucking perfect. She may be tiny, but she bucked against him, fought against him, and he fucking loved it. She had become more demanding with each taking. He shook his head at how his tiny mate ruled him. At least she didn’t understand how much power she had over him.
He strode downstairs naked. If he stayed up there, he would wake her again with his mouth and dick. He grabbed a remote and brought the blinds down a few feet so that the upstairs loft wouldn’t get so bright.
He started coffee and leaned against the cool island, waiting for it to brew. He rotated his neck and shoulders, he’d never felt so damn good. It was like a soothing boost. Was the melding of their powers already starting? He didn’t care.
Conn, did anyone get my mate’s bags from Paradeisos?
Yeah, they’re here. Want me to drop them off?
That’d be great. Gregoire was glad he wouldn’t have to put on any clothes and go get them. He owed his brother.
Expect it out there in a few.
Thanks, man.
He poured his coffee into a big mug and went to the front of the house and stared out over the meadow. It was a beautiful morning.
He saw his brother port in with the bags, sporting a big grin. Stepping onto the cool deck, he grabbed Alyssa’s things, easily shrugging the straps over his shoulder. “Appreciate it.”
Conn laughed. “Next time, appreciate it with clothes on.” Conn shook his head with a smirk. “I’m happy for you, man.” There was genuine warmth in his brother’s gaze. Conn shook his head and was gone a second later.
He scented her as he entered the door with her bags over his shoulder, steaming mug in one hand. “I smell coffee.” Her voice was rough from sleep and sounded sexy as hell. He threw down the bags and watched her. She wore his tee shirt. It reached all the way to her knees, and it filled him with satisfaction that she was covered in something of his. She already smelled like hot fucking sex. Her hair was in wild waves around her beautiful face and stunning pale green eyes. He’d never seen such a unique color. His cock stood at attention as he tracked her movements.
His lips twitched as he watched her open cabinets until she found a mug, and then poured some of the brew inside. If he was concerned with her feeling lost in her new life, her new home, he should have known better. She was Adras and Ava’s daughter. His tiny mate owned the space, filled it. She opened the stainless fridge next and let out a little noise. He tilted his head at the happy sound. She came out with containers of Carmel Macchiato and Thin Mint creamers he’d picked up, knowing that Adras had been getting the shit for years in the supplies Bastian and Sacha provided.
Pale green eyes ensnared him, and her lips tilted in a tentative smile. “Thank you.” Her words were spoken softly, but he heard them clearly. She focused on the treats, finally pouring the Thin Mint into her cup.
“Let me know if there’s anything else you’d like me to get from Earth,” he told her.
“Thank you. Were those my bags you brought in?” She came around the couch, looking at him.
“Yes.”
“Thanks for getting them.” She nodded as she said the words, and then turned to look out the windows, sipping her coffee. She made a little moan of enjoyment as she curled up on the big leather couch, tucking her feet underneath her. She put her nose up to the cup and closed her eyes as she inhaled and made more little noises that went straight to his cock.
He telekinetically brought a blanket down from upstairs. He sat next to her, pulling her small feet into his lap before covering them. She’d held tightly to her cup and frowned until she settled into the new position with
her head and shoulders on the arm. He sat back and enjoyed the view outside while feeling her smooth calves and feet on his thighs. He felt her eyes on him, studying him. He knew she was hesitant, felt it. He understood that she didn’t know him yet and had felt rejected. She would get over it in time. They sat quietly, drinking their coffee and relaxing. His cock was hard, but that was nothing new.
Her soft-spoken words drew his eyes. “How long have you lived here?” He saw how uncomfortable she was talking to him. It made sense as their only other conversation in the last forty-eight hours was when she’d asked why he’d needed to leave the island before going to her. He’d explained about the hell beast attack which led to her mentally contacting her parents to make sure everyone, including Rain’s family, was okay. She’d been noticeably relieved that they were fine, but he’d been frustrated by the disruption. After the distraction, he’d managed to keep her occupied on his cock for hours.
He took a breath and answered her question. “It took about a decade to finish it the way I wanted. I’ve lived here for fifteen years.” He watched as she did the math.
“I’ll take you to refuel in a bit; there’s an underground lake with hot springs deep in the mountain. I won’t need to patrol for at least another day. I’ll also show you the other rooms so that you can get situated and arrange things. Unless you’d rather we live somewhere else.” He really didn’t care. They could live here part of the time or not at all.
“What?”
He looked over to find her brows furrowed and her cup suspended just below her lips. “What are you questioning?” he asked.
“You’d build something else if I didn’t like this? You spent years building this.” She looked so adorably confused he found his lips tilting.
“I’ve lived here for years.” He rubbed a small foot with the hand not holding his coffee. “A decade is not that long when you’ve lived as many centuries as I have. We have many to go, so if you’d rather live on a beach or in the jungle, it doesn’t matter. I’m not sure which powers of mine will meld to you. I’m hoping you will be able to teleport, but that was a gift from the Creators, so it’s unknown what you will be able to do. You might wait to see what you are able to do before deciding where you would like to live.”