by Setta Jay
His gaze snapped to her, surprised.
She added more matter-of-factly, “I would have thought something simpler would have worked. A memorial. Maybe naming your firstborn after him, but hey, suffering and making me suffer along with you was good too.” She shook her head and leaned forward to grab the wine he’d poured; she needed it now.
She was just lifting her hand for the drink when she was hauled into his lap, his mouth landing over hers. Her breath caught in her throat, and her lips parted, letting their tongues tangle. He kissed like nothing she’d ever known. It was enough to make her breasts ache and panties wet.
Enough. You’ve made your point. It wasn’t rational thought that ruled me. His words were a slow glide inside her mind.
They rule you still. It was jealousy that finally made you claim me. If you hold onto the horrors of the past, where does that leave me? You’ll only run again. She directed the words, hoping that they connected as her mind started to blur with what his mouth was doing to her.
I’d already decided to come for you. Drake said the same damn thing about Cahal. He also pointed out how much I was making you suffer. It was never my plan to hurt you, Rain. I just wasn’t thinking about anything but my own guilt and fears.
Having him inside her mind felt so damned intimate. She loved and hated it all at once.
It did hurt me. I know you don’t know me, but the rejection felt personal. I deserved some kind of explanation. I didn’t enjoy the pitying looks from your brothers as I walked around constantly aroused. I didn’t earn the shitty things you said to me, and I really didn’t deserve to have you spying on me the entire time I suffered. Alone.
He broke the kiss and looked at her, regret and pain filled his eyes. The back of one knuckle trailed down her cheek as his eyes searched hers. She knew he already housed too much shame for his friend and she was only adding to it, but she needed him to see that there was more happening besides what happened a hundred years ago.
“You’re ripping my heart out, Rain. No, you didn’t deserve any of it, and I’m sorry. I said those things to drive you away. Everyone told me how great you were, but that made me hate the thought of claiming you even more. I don’t deserve a mate, Rain, but I won’t leave again. You’re mine now. Tell me how to make it right.”
Her heart ached at the heated tenderness in his eyes; she knew just what he hoped would make it up to her. Damn male. He was so damaged, and now he was hers, and she didn’t know how to fix him.
Their breathing was ragged, and she felt his hard cock throbbing as she straddled his muscled thighs. She blew out a breath. She was already more than happy to screw him again. Feed the damn hunger that was only slightly sated from their first time. “I don’t honestly know what will make it right. I don’t trust you not to run off and trample my feelings again. I guess only time will tell.” She should move off his lap, but she didn’t want to. She wanted to feel all of him again. It was stupid. She would only tie herself tighter to him, but her body had suffered long enough. She wasn’t going to do it anymore. The cream Sirena put in the bag was amazing. Her bruised pelvis felt completely healed.
“Are you still hurting?” Her whole body tingled at the silky tone to his voice. “I wish I knew what you were thinking right now.”
She narrowed her eyes at the reminder that he’d been in her head. “I’m glad you enjoyed hearing all of my personal thoughts. Why don’t you open your shield and let me hear what you’re thinking?” She raised an eyebrow in challenge.
He sat there for a moment just staring at her before grinning seductively. Shockingly, his thoughts began sifting through her mind.
Pain. Arousal. Guilt. Hope that she’d used the cream. Hope that she didn’t hurt anymore, because he wanted inside her more than he wanted to breathe. He wanted to bend her over the patio table and eat her pussy and rim her little ass.
She panted and circled her hips on his lap as images of him pushing inside her body filtered into her mind. So many positions. She thought she might die from the need he stoked. Soon it cut off, and she fought for breath. She wanted him, so much. Her skirt was up to her hips, and his palms were caressing her ass as she moved against him. They would talk again later, for now she needed him to stop the ache.
“My thoughts stay along those lines,” he murmured next to her cheek. The fingers of one hand pushed back her hair, and he ran his tongue over her ear and neck. His other hand pulled her hip into his jean-clad cock. “I love your neck.”
She moaned as he spoke against her sensitive flesh. Her hands went to his shirt, and he leaned forward, allowing her to slide it over his head to fall on the ground next to them.
His eyes flashed. “You want my cock right here? Where anyone could see us if they port in?”
The image of Conn or Bastian walking up and watching her ride Dorian’s cock filtered through her head. She knew he was showing her his wicked side.
He grinned seductively as her tank top joined his shirt on the ground. His fingers quickly flipped the snap to her bra, and it followed her top. He lifted her higher and nipped at her hard nipples. She felt the hard muscles of his torso between her thighs. “These are so damn beautiful. Your tight little ass and these gorgeous breasts haunt me nearly as much as that piercing. I saw it the first time I looked through your eyes. I watched you trail water over your tight nipples and over your pussy and wanted to show you just what the water could do to you.”
She moaned at the thought of him watching her get off. “What exactly can you do that I can’t?” She could barely speak the words. He made her dizzy. His body was so hot, and her hands were all over his tattooed shoulders. The ink depicted a view of looking through rippling waves.
He tilted her chin up to look at him. His eyes danced with heated playfulness. “I can command it to be so much harder than you can. I can push it deep, just like my cock. Use it to hold you down as I pump inside your hot little pussy. Do you want that, Rain? Do you want me to be dirty with you?”
“Mmm.” She was incapable of speech at the moment. She’d never experienced anything so damn hot, and she knew it wasn’t just the mating that got her. It was him and his dirty mouth.
She was too far gone to stop. She unbuttoned his jeans, the backs of her hands grazing his hot abs, and she nearly groaned. Before she was able to caress the cock that came out to greet her, she was lifted up and carried inside. Her skirt and panties met his pants on the bathroom floor. She knew the shower was big; she’d just used it. She stepped in and turned around. The water came on as he crowded her against the wall. She was more excited than she ever dreamt possible. He was going to do hot and wicked things to her, and she was dying to experience every bit of it.
“This has possibilities,” he said as he looked around the huge stone shower enclosure to the big bench in the middle. “Lie on your back, and spread your thighs for me.”
Her breath caught, and her pussy clenched with thoughts of what he wanted to do to her. She knew it would feel good. His eyes lost some of their playfulness, and in their place was hot, hard male. He looked down at her naked body, and his eyes flashed bright. Steam filled the space, and soon water was everywhere, shackling her wrists next to her head. She never dreamed being restrained would make her so damned hot, but it did. Her hips moved on the hard bench. The water never felt like that when she manipulated it. Soon, more was running over her breasts, caressing her stomach, down to her pussy, where it probed. He watched it and molded it to push into her body as he stroked his cock. “I won’t push it deep, just enough that you want my cock to take its place.”
She moaned. “So good.”
“Do you want more, Rain? More water filling you, pushing into your hot pussy?”
She was so close, but it wasn’t enough. The water pushed inside and moved over her ass. He was using it to torture her.
She couldn’t breathe; she was so damn hot. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, and she saw he was doing the same as he watched the water push inside. Th
e liquid slid deeper. Gods! “Dorian, no more.” She panted. She needed so much more than the tease. It was excruciating, and she made noises, demanding something hotter, harder.
He knelt between her thighs. “Are you still tender?”
She shook her head.
“Good.” His mouth replaced the water. More liquid came to pour over her breasts while the other currents were still clasped over her wrists, flowing over her palms and fingers with enough pressure to add to the sensations racking her body. His tongue flicked over her piercing. “Lift your legs back.”
She obeyed without thought, knowing instinctually that whatever he commanded would make her come harder.
“That’s it, Rain. Show me your sweet pussy.”
She needed to come so badly. Her channel pulsed as his tongue worked her. She wouldn’t last long. He held her legs back and licked her slit, then spread her cheeks and licked her tiny back entrance until all thought disintegrated. Who knew how fucking hot that was? The entire time he watched her. Her neck hurt from lifting her head to keep eye contact with him as he tormented her body. His mouth moved up to her clit and sucked hard. The climax came strong and fast, rushing over her until her hips bucked.
He lifted his mouth and stood, wet and intense.
“Let me up.”
His muscles were twitching along his chest and stomach, and his cock looked angry.
The water fell away, and she sat up, shaky as she watched him try to catch his breath. He was attempting to get control.
“There is nothing like the taste of your come.” He groaned as he pumped a hand over his shaft.
She wanted to know what he tasted like. Twice now he’d gone down on her, and she’d yet to return the favor. She couldn’t wait to slip him into her mouth. Make him beg. She got on her knees in front of him and pushed wet hair off her face. Steam still filled the space and ran along his skin.
His eyes got brighter as he looked down at her. “Lift up,” he said, and the minute she did, a towel slid under her knees. More telekinetic Guardian power. His hands went to her cheeks as her fingers wrapped around him. He pulsed at her touch.
She looked into his eyes as she licked up the underside of his cock. It was so long and thick she knew she’d never take it all, but she’d do her best to make him come. Hard, like the release he’d given her. With only a handful of experiences, she hoped she could make it good, make him wild. “Tell me what you like,” she said, and his eyes flashed above her.
“Suck on the tip, Rain. Wrap your lips around it and suck hard,” he instructed. His fingers pushed wet hair off her cheek, and his thumb caressed her jaw as she sucked on him. “Just like that. Now rub your tongue along the ridge. Oh, fuck, yeah.”
She took a deep breath as she tasted his pre-come and moaned around him.
“Gods, you’re beautiful sucking my cock. I love watching it disappear between those pouty lips. Now, take it as far as you can down your throat.” He watched, seeming mesmerized by the sight. It made her wet all over again. “I can smell how hot this makes you, Rain.” His voice was rough, and his eyes saw all the way to her soul. She pumped her hands as she took him deep. She moaned again when she got more of the sweet fluid that slipped from his cock. “Suck harder, and swallow when I’m at the back of your throat.” She did and was rewarded when his hips pumped toward her. He demanded more, and she wanted to give him everything. “Keep swallowing and breathe through your nose, you can get me deeper. Gods, so damn good. Take me to the end, but I want to come all over your tits.”
She pushed herself further and swallowed as his hands gently caressed her cheeks. Tension made his stomach muscles twitch, and she knew she had him.
“Fuck!” he shouted as he pulled out and shot all over her chest. It felt hot jetting onto her skin. He bent and moved his hands from her cheeks to rub the fluid all over her swollen mounds. She moaned, so ready to come again she thought she’d combust from want.
“Shit, that was so damn good.” He looked down at her with too much emotion for her to decipher. His cock was still hard, and she hoped that meant he planned to put it to good use. She was dying after making him come. His scent was all over her, making her even needier. She was hot and achy, so ready.
His eyes heated, and before she had time to think, he had her up against the tile wall. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and she felt his cock between them. His lips were on hers, licking and sipping from her mouth. I like the taste of me on your lips. Sucking me made you so damn wet. A comment, not a question. His hands were on her ass, sliding her up and down his shaft, his cock running right along her piercing, making her break the kiss to mewl incoherently. She needed him deep, not teasing her. Her eyes closed, and her head rocked back on the tile. “Do you want my cock, Rain?”
“Yes.” She moaned.
“Then guide me in.” He lifted her until the head circled her slit, and it was torture. One hand moved from his shoulder to grasp him. “Tell me how deep you want it, Rain. Do you just want the tip? Are you too tender to take it all?”
She moaned deep. “All,” was all she could say, her lids lowered as she watched him.
His chest was heaving as he watched his shaft sliding inside. “Watch your pussy suck me in." Her upper back rested against the wall as he fed her his cock. She watched, mesmerized that he could go so far inside. So slow, so hot, he filled her up to the root and moaned. His hips circled, and just as slowly he slipped out to the point where he was barely inside. “See how shiny and wet you get me. I fucking love seeing your juices coating my cock. It’s so damn hot in there, and I can feel you pulsing around me.” His eyes pierced her with hot intensity. “Your pussy was made for me. It clenches and pulls me deep.”
“Yes, stop teasing me. Fuck me.” She groaned in frustration. His words were killing her, and she was having trouble catching her breath. She needed it all. He searched her eyes before pushing back inside. “Damn it, Dorian. I won’t break. I need it harder.”
He drove in with force, not like the first time, where she’d been bruised. His shoulders were taut, his eyes on hers, watching.
“Yes. Don’t stop. I need to come so bad.” Her fingers dug into his shoulders.
“Watch,” he demanded, and her eyes moved back to where they were connected. His hips slammed in. He was still tempering his strength, but it felt so good. In and out, she watched as his cock sank deep, and his fingers caressed her ass cheeks. One digit circled her back hole, and that was all it took for her to fly. Her body jerked as she shouted. He held her tight, all the way against him, and she felt his come jetting inside. Strange electric pulses sent her back into another orgasm.
The tendons were straining at his throat as he groaned through his release.
Mind-blowing. She didn’t want to face their bigger issues yet. He cuddled her to his chest, and she felt sleep claiming her.
Chapter 19
Guardian Beach House, Tetartos Realm
How is it? Dorian asked Conn through the link. It had been three days since he claimed Rain. Three fucking amazing days of feeding the frenzy and catching up on sleep.
Quiet since yesterday. Alex had a feeling about a location on Earth, and Jax and I are checking it out. Her and Uri’s powers seem to be expanding, his brother said. If Alex had a feeling, the chances were good that something big would come from Conn’s search. Her ability was unpredictable, but it had helped them in the past.
Anything else? He felt marginally better about being out of commission now that things had settled down. He only hoped it wasn’t the eye of the storm, meaning they’d soon be hitting the other side.
The others are out trying to figure out what the distractions were for. So far we have no idea why there were so many attacks, but that could change at any moment. How’s Rain?
She’s good. Dorian closed his eyes for a second. Rain was asleep in his arms. He hadn’t wanted to move her; he was getting used to her falling asleep on him. She’d been doing it from the start, and he liked it.
I know. He growled in annoyance that Conn was right. He also wasn’t happy that his brother was so close to her. He was feeling possessive, something completely foreign to him. He sure as hell was not turning into Gregoire. That male had serious issues, and Dorian didn’t want that to be him. It would make the ceremonies to come so much harder.
He took a deep breath, trying to rein it in. The problem was that he really liked her. She had spirit and so much more. It all started while he was hearing her thoughts, and it had only grown as they’d spoken when he let her up for air and food. He moved his nose closer to her. He loved her scent. He was so damn lucky they had the cream Sirena had given them. He couldn’t get enough of her, and she seemed to be right there with him the entire way.
Everything she did affected him. Just watching her eat was torture. He’d taken her on the patio table after a bit of fruit juice dripped onto her delicate little chin. The sight of it had been too much for him to take. The frenzy was still too strong. She might not trust him with anything but her body, but that she gave freely. She had to know he was getting addicted to her.
When are you finishing the mating?
Soon. As soon as Sirena came up with something to prevent Rain from seeing his memories when they blood bonded.
Gotta go. Good luck, man. With that, Conn was gone.
He’d spoken to Drake briefly. The dragon hadn’t said much but to get his shit together before he came back on patrol.
Rain stirred in his arms, and he kissed her head. He’d never felt so much tenderness for another being. He wanted to hold her and protect her from everything. It was a compulsion as disconcerting as the possessiveness. He wasn’t sure what to do with any of it.
“Who was that? Conn?” she asked on a sleepy yawn.