Bonded

by April Zyon

  “I feel it,” he said through his teeth. Hooking an arm through one leg, then the other, he spread them wide and at an angle so that she had to take all of the hard cock that he was slamming into her. “You. Are. Mine,” he growled out as he stared into her eyes.

  She was his now and for all time and knew it. “Always,” she replied and reached up to pull his mouth down to hers, leaving herself open for his assault and moving right along with him. She wanted him to feel every single ounce of her pleasure and emotion.

  He growled into her mouth as he kissed her back. Rolling his hips, he scraped along her clit each time he pushed into her pussy. Over and over as he kissed her until, finally, he drew back. “Come with me, Emily, now,” he ordered before thrusting in as deep as he could and stiffening.

  She did come, her body bowing and going tense. The feeling of his seed spilling inside of her body had her sobbing out for more. Had her crying out in desperation. She shuddered. “Jesus,” she whimpered. “Gaius.” It was the oddest thing, but it was as if she felt everything he was feeling, the intense pleasure he had from being able to come inside of her, and knew that it was a first for him as it was for her.

  Suddenly, his whole body jolted, his eyes going wide and his back bowing, driving his cock impossibly deeper. He let out a bellow as a light formed between their bodies—no, from each of them—and twined together before slowly dissipating. When it was completely gone he collapsed over her. Her legs slipped from his hold as he shuddered against her sweat-slickened body.

  When he turned them, she rested against him. Both on their sides and panting. Her eyes were closed, and she rubbed a cheek to his chest. She didn’t say anything. She couldn’t form words. Not after what they’d just shared. It had been more than she could have ever dreamed.

  He had his arms around her tight, as if he was afraid to let go. Not that she was going anywhere, but it was nice to be held so close. As their bodies began to cool he let go long enough to drag the blankets up, cocooning them away from everything but one another. “Sleep, Emily. Tomorrow, we’ll need to make many decisions.”

  “Tomorrow, we’ll think of all the things that are going to happen, that need to happen. For now, I’m happy just being here with you.” She yawned, ready to sleep in his arms.

  “Sleep now, Emily. I have you,” he repeated softly. Pressing a kiss to her forehead, he rubbed her back. He didn’t say anything more after that.

  Chapter Six

  When Emily woke next, the sun was starting to come through the blinds and she snuggled in closer to the heat of the man at her side. She felt him waking, his arms tightening on her, and she soaked up that sensation. “I think that I could happily wake like this for the rest of time,” she whispered.

  He let out a low hum as he nuzzled her shoulder. “Did you sleep well?” he asked, one of his hands stroking over her belly. Just as slowly, he eased it lower.

  “I did.” She parted her legs for him, needing his touch more than she needed her next breath. “I don’t think I’ve ever had such a peaceful and perfect night.” She had been absolutely worn out in the best of ways. “How about you? Did you sleep well?”

  “Very.” His fingers brushed over her pussy. “I’ve never slept with someone before,” he told her, lightly stroking her clit now.

  She lifted slightly into his hand. “I need,” she whispered. “So much. Please, tell me that you need me, too.”

  “What do you need?” he asked silkily, keeping the pressure light. “Tell me, Emily. What do you need from me this morning?”

  “I need you to fuck me. Make love with me. I want to be one with you again, Gaius, please. I need everything. I want everything all over again.”

  “I like how needy you sound,” he growled in her ear. “But, Emily, my sweet, making love to you and fucking you are two very different things. Do you want me to make love with you this morning?” he asked, sliding his finger down into her pussy and stroking her lightly. “Or do you want me to fuck you?” He flicked and pinched her clit roughly.

  “Can we do both?” she gasped out. “Make love with me. Fuck me. You decide? I’m yours, Gaius, and you know that. Here in our bedroom, I’m yours … whatever you want … whatever you need.”

  His lips curled ever so slightly. He gave her clit another little squeeze before releasing it and throwing the blankets back. “On your hands and knees, then. Ass up in the air,” he ordered, moving the pillows off the bed.

  “Yes, Sir.” She grinned. “Red—I’ll remember the safeword.” She hoped he would give her a bit more of what they had shared last night. On her hands and knees, she looked back at him and felt her pussy clench at just how glorious he looked sitting there on his own knees behind her.

  “Good girl. Now, put your shoulders on the bed and stretch your arms out. I want your ass nice and high for me so I can see my sweet little pussy better.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She did as he instructed, automatically fisting the mattress so he knew that her hands were secured. She waited eagerly, so wet that she was all but dripping. She throbbed with need but knew he would soothe the ache.

  “Very good,” he said. The bed dipped as he moved around behind her, just out of sight, something else that added to the anticipation. “My pussy is very wet, Emily. I like seeing how wet it gets as you think about what I might do. It’s very encouraging.” She could feel his breath on her behind. He was much closer now.

  The smack to her right cheek was a shock, the one that followed on her left less so. “You like that, don’t you?” he asked. “I can see my pussy swelling with need. Such a greedy little pussy it is.” He smacked her again, right, then left.

  “Yes, Sir. It’s very greedy for you and only you. Please, more?” She wanted to feel the stinging again as he was slamming his cock deep inside of her.

  She got a sharp smack from him. “Please more what?” he growled in a low, soft voice. “You know the proper way to ask me for more, do you not, Emily?” Left, right, harder. Her bottom was starting to burn now.

  Emily whimpered. Damn, if that doesn’t feel amazing. “More please, Sir.” She was begging him now. She had been testing him, waiting to see if he would catch her not using “Sir.” She loved it when he corrected her. Her cheeks stung, but in the most delicious and wonderful of ways.

  “That’s my good girl,” he said, rubbing his large hands over her behind, soothing the sting a little. She felt the bed move as he shifted. “Now, what should I do with my pretty little pussy?” Gaius stroked a lazy finger over her slit, just barely brushing her clit as he drew it up to run lightly around her anus. “Do you have any suggestions, Emily?” He was teasing her, drawing the moment out, making her ache and want more.

  “Anything you want, Sir. It’s your pussy. Your ass. I’m yours. Please fuck me, Sir. Fuck me and make me come. Spill your hot semen deep inside of my tight pussy. Sir.” God, she had never been so turned on, so tortured, and so blissfully happy in all of her entire life as she was right then.

  “You mean my pussy don’t you, sweetheart?” He smacked her bottom twice more before she felt the head of his cock rubbing over her slit. “Hmm, I like the idea of you coming and coming until you don’t think you can anymore and then making you come again before I give my greedy little pussy my seed.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her muscles clenched, and need crawled through her. She didn’t push back, though. As much as she wanted to, she kept her shoulders to the bed and her ass up in the air, presented to him. “Please, Sir, fill your pussy?”

  His fingers skated up and down her lower back as he rocked his hips slowly. Just when she thought she would scream, he drove deep into her. “By the gods, Emily,” he growled out, gripping her hips. “You are so fucking tight and hot. Fuck.” He accented each word with a thrust—hard, fast, and slightly desperate.

  “Gaius.” She cried out his name as his balls slapped against her clit and made her come—for the first time in a line of many, she was certain.

  “We’re not done, not by
a long shot,” he gritted, his words a promise. Sliding a hand around her, he pressed it between her breasts and pulled her up to sit in his lap, turning her. “Arms around my neck,” he commanded, his fingers sliding down to play with her clit. “Soon, I want to be in your ass like this. Maybe allow you to play with yourself as I fuck your tight little ass good and hard. Would you like that?”

  She held on to him as she rode his cock. “Yes, Sir. I would love that. I would fuck your pussy with my fingers. Stroke your clit with them as you tell me to.” She wanted him to touch her clit now, wanted him to put his fingers in her ass now. Something, anything. She wanted it all.

  “I would love to see your fingers glistening from my pussy,” he told her, nipping at her shoulder. “Later, I’ll watch as you touch yourself. Don’t come until I tell you to.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Damn, another battle with my control. But the pure and unadulterated pleasure that swamped her after was well worth it. “I’m yours,” she panted. But she also knew that he was hers, too.

  “Yes, you are,” he said. Sliding a hand up, he cupped her jaw and gently turned her head. “Mine, forever, just as I will forever be yours.” Kissing her gently, he finally began to stroke her clit with his other hand while he slowly slid his cock in and out of her pussy.

  Emily shuddered. With his kiss, she felt his emotions for her, the love that was there even though they had only just met. She felt … everything. When his fingers touched her clit, though, she went a little crazy, forcing herself not to come, holding back for him. Only for him.

  When he lifted his head, he watched her from under hooded lids. “Emily, my sweet girl, come for me, now,” he ordered, pinching her clit hard. He didn’t alter the pace of his thrusts, but he didn’t have to, not given how wound up she was. She came the moment he told her she could. The pinch only added to the intensity and had her sobbing out his name as she came. Her hands tightened on his neck, and she held him impossibly closer.

  “So beautiful,” he murmured as his finger slicked over her clit some more. He was still pumping into her, slowly, drawing her orgasm out. “But I want to see you give me another. Lie on your back on the bed. Play with these lovely nipples while I fuck you some more.”

  “Yes, Sir.” He gently placed her on the mattress. Lifting her hands to her breasts, she began to toy with her nipples, twisting and pinching them, aching with the delightful need that showed on his face and that she was creating by playing with her own body.

  He settled her ass up on his thighs, with her feet by his hips so that she was arched slightly. His cock—still hard—rested against the curve of her buttocks and lower back. Her pussy was bare to him in the position and, with her legs propped wide, she didn’t have a lot of leverage. She watched as Gaius slid a finger along her seam before lightly smacking her engorged clit. “Harder,” he growled, his gaze on her hands.

  She obeyed. Twisting, she punished her nipples. Pleasure surged, and she had to bite her lower lip to keep from coming. Her eyelids were at half-mast as she watched him with need. “Please, Sir, may I come again?” God, I need him to come, too. To have him spilling deep inside and leaving her full of his seed. She loved that feeling.

  He slapped her clit hard again and shook his head. “Not yet. You can hold out longer.” Then he leaned back and pressed his cock into her slowly, so very slowly. Cupping her buttock, he began to rock in and out, his eyes never leaving hers. “Tug on them, pinch them, and twist them until you want to scream, but do not come.”

  “Yes—” She gasped and swallowed, forcing her orgasm under control. “Yes, Sir.” She worked her nipples just as he would and felt the sweat pouring off herself from holding back her release. When we come again, oh, it’s going to be Fourth-of-Fucking-July explosion big.

  “Perfect.” He worked her clit with his thumb. His cock was sliding in and out in a quicker rhythm. Over and over, he slammed into her as she fought for control. Leaning up and over her, he began to drive into her hard enough that she was moving on the bed. The tension ratcheted up. Then he looked at her. “Come,” he commanded as he slammed his cock home and let go, his cum splashing into her body.

  Emily’s gaze was on Gaius’s face as he came, her orgasm going right along with his. She cried out, her whole body clenching, her hands flying up to his shoulders to pull him closer. Needing to touch more of him. Her legs tightened as if to hold his pulsating cock deep inside of her womb.

  He slid his arms around her and held her just as close. “Shh,” he whispered against her cheek. “I have you, Emily. I have you, and I’m not letting go,” he promised with a kiss to her skin.

  Chapter Seven

  They’d been on the road for hours, only stopping when absolutely necessary. Gaius was cautious to say the least, but he’d been growing tenser and agitated the last couple of miles. He was also checking the mirrors more frequently. Something was wrong.

  “Gaius?” she questioned finally, her hand moving and taking his. “Hey, what’s wrong? You look like you’re ready to come out of your skin, and you keep watching the mirrors. I thought you said we were close to your base?” she asked, her fear now rising, his anxiety tripping it off.

  “We are,” he said, shooting her a look. He squeezed her fingers as he looked around again. “In the glove box, there’s a cell. Get it and press the star key and then one-one. I need to know if they have anything on the system,” he muttered, more to himself than her at that point.

  She did as he asked. “Okay, it’s ringing.” She chewed her lip, then exhaled when the Bluetooth in the vehicle picked up the call. Thank heavens, because she had no idea what to say.

  “Are you close, Gaius?” a deep voice barked out in answer. No hello, no formality, just that one, four-word question.

  “Twenty minutes out,” he replied sharply. “But everything in me is screaming that we’re about to be attacked. I need anyone you have out here, now.” He looked to her briefly before focusing on the road again. “She’s my mate, Mercury. If she’s hurt—” He ground his teeth together.

  “It won’t happen,” the other man—Mercury—said. “I’m moving now, and I’ll grab whoever I can. Stay on the road. We’ll come to you.”

  Gaius nodded as the truck shuddered, and they sped up even more. “Make it fast, Merc. I can feel them closing in.”

  The roar of an engine could be heard through the speakers. “I’m on the Ducati. I’ll be there before you know it.”

  Emily reached out to Gaius and squeezed his hand. “It’ll be okay. I wish that my abilities were defensive instead of, well, whatever they are.” She had never wished for a fighting ability before now, but here she was, desperate for one.

  He pressed a kiss to her fingers. Rubbing her knuckles to his cheek, he seemed to calm a little as a dust trail could be seen coming toward them. “Tell me that’s you heading our way, Merc.”

  “It is.” There was a roar of air along with the voice that came booming into the vehicle. It stopped as soon as he quit speaking. Obviously, the unit the man was using was voice activated. “And I think we have your trouble in sight. Whatever you do in the next few minutes, don’t slow down.”

  Gaius let go of her hand then and held tightly to the steering wheel. A good thing, too, because they were fishtailing in the next moment.

  Emily grabbed the handle above her head and held on for dear life as they began to shift and move on the pavement. It was almost as if they were sliding on a skating rink. She let out a squeak and closed her eyes. She trusted Gaius to keep them safe.

  He let out a string of nasty-sounding words in a language she didn’t know. She guessed they were swear words. The man on the other end of the line came back in the same language but in a calming tone. The vehicle was being pushed the other way now with a grinding sound as Gaius let out another batch of words, sharp and fast.

  “Hit the brakes, now!” the man ordered.

  Gaius did so, his hand smacking into the middle of her chest and holding her in place as he stood on them.
The tires squealed, and the smell of burning rubber was harsh as they swerved, then shuddered to a halt.

  The sound of a gun being readied got her attention fast, and she saw Gaius arming up.

  Emily watched him with wide eyes. “Give me a weapon. I don’t want to be unarmed if there’s going to be trouble.” She heard the other man but ignored him. She was focused on Gaius alone. “What is it that we’re facing? Tell me what to do.” She hadn’t seen anything or anyone. Then again, they hadn’t slid for the sake of sliding.

  He shot her a look and, after a moment, nodded. He pulled out a gun and a long blade from where he’d been getting the rest of his stash. The gun was big, but she’d deal. The blade was about twelve inches. “Shoot the head and chest. The blade is to take off their heads. What we’re fighting, what’s out there…”

  Gaius met her eyes dead-on. “You’re fighting what I would become if I’d never found you, or if you should ever die. Pure evil, with all the strength and abilities of hundreds of years, well learned and blessed by a goddess before giving in to the evil lurking. Do not, under any conditions, let them get their hands on you or surround you. Inside of this truck is safe, it’s protected, and they can’t get in.”

  He looked around before he pulled out what looked like a stumpy version of a sword with a huge hilt. Leaning in, he kissed her hard and fast. “You are mine, Emily. Stay safe for the world’s sake. I have to go out to face these monsters or we will never make it to the Mountain safely.” Gaius drew back and looked at her. “I love you,” he said before he was out of the truck. She watched as the blade began to extend, each piece locking into place until it was nearly six feet long.