by JL Madore
Hawk’s Heart
Guardians of the Fae Realms: Book 4
JL Madore
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Hawk’s Heart: Guardians of the Fae Realms
JL Madore -- 1st ed.
ISBN: 978-1-989187-40-1
CHAPTER ONE
Hawk
There’s this incredible moment during sex when the tip of a male’s cock breaches the opening of his mate and then glides forward with a moist rush of pleasure. The fucking that follows is great too, but that singular moment never fails to steal my breath. I’ve experienced it while having sex with women and fae females for decades. Whether in their pussy, mouth, or ass, it was that same breath-stopping pleasure.
Breach… Thrust… And glide into succulent pleasure.
What I never expected was how good it would feel to be the one on the receiving end of a male’s cock. Hand to goddess, when Jaxx’s cock pushes past the constriction of my ass and glides inside me… I swear my heart stops.
There’s this moment of suspended time when everything in me shudders and I surrender with such succulence I am momentarily lost.
I’ve learned this is perfectly alright.
Nothing bad happens when I give up control. Jaxx doesn’t take advantage or make me feel weak or diminished for wanting to be dominated. If anything, I feel stronger.
I never expected giving up control would make me feel powerful. But it does—he does.
Jaxx fucks like an Olympic champion. And every spare moment that I’m not caught up in the drama and chaos of my roles of alpha mate, CEO of the Fae Concealment Organization, or investigator of whatever the fuckety-fuck is going on with the Black Knight and his crusade to frame me for crimes against my people, I’m obsessing about how and when he’ll fuck me next.
It’s distracting… but it’s the most erotic distraction I’ve ever had the pleasure of experiencing. Shit. That sounds bad.
Without a doubt, I’m totally, erotically distracted by Calli too… it’s just different.
With Jaxx, it’s… rougher, edgier. Raw.
Calli is a scorching hot need and I hunger to be inside her for my sanity and to keep my heart throbbing.
Jaxx keeps another organ of mine throbbing… and yeah, I’m so fucking into it, I’ve lost perspective.
“You good, hotness?”
The concern in Jaxx’s tone snaps me out of my sexual revelations and brings me back to the point of my distraction. He has me right where both of us want me, bent over the rise of the bondage couch with my knees locked open and my hands strapped down. “Yeah, perfect. I got lost in my dirty mind anticipating. Carry on.”
The sexy chuckle behind me has my cock twitching. “As long as you’re good.”
“One hundy percent. My only problem is that you’re not fucking me yet.”
There’s that chuckle again.
Jaxx is standing between the knee platforms, his thighs brushing the backs of mine as he drizzles heated oil on my back. With torturous care, he massages his way from my shoulder blades down to my ass crack. “So impatient, avian. Doesn’t your cock feel good in that trough?”
I pump against the silicone milking sleeve in the center of the vinyl cushion and swallow. He set the suction tight and when I move, it’s like my cock is being gripped for a rough rub and tug. “Yeah, it’s good.”
“But not what you’re jonesin’ for?”
“Not even close.” His hands are amazing, his fingers strong. He’s been reading up on sensual massage and Kama Sutra. It’s really, fucking paying off.
I close my eyes and try to breathe, reminding myself that he’s in charge. I surrendered control.
“Make a wish. Tell me what you want.”
“Your cock, my ass. Now.”
He chuckles, pulling the slide of the oil down to toy with the rim of my ass. “You are wound up tonight.”
“It’s been too long since Vancouver.”
“Agreed.” His slick thumb breaches the tight knot of flesh. I shudder, the warmth of pre-cum leaking into the sheath. I try not to pump my hips forward. I don’t want to be a chump and pump off before the action even gets started. “Do you want sexy slow or the bite of burn.”
I groan, my heart pounding at the base of my throat. “Burn. Hard and fast. Fuck me.”
After the heat of the oil, the lube is cold. The contrast is delicious. More thumb-fucking and then his engorged crown plays in place.
“You are sexy as fuck, you know that, right?”
The hand restraints clink as I pull back. I need him inside me to the point of me going feral. I want this more than I can make sense of. “Jaxx. Do you want me to beg? I’m losing my mind here.”
“No beggin’ necessary. If I wasn’t in the same position, I’d draw this out and torture you more. I’ll get to that later. First, I think I’ll fuck you senseless.”
Yes. That.
He thrusts his hips forward and penetrates me hard and fast. We both let off a throaty groan and I drop my forehead against the padded headrest. It’s perfect. I asked for bite and burn and he delivered.
The invasion isn’t gentle and the sharp twinge of pain from forcing my body to accept his cock is perfect.
He pauses for a second as we both settle and then grips my hips. “The safeword?”
“Hydrogen.”
Jaxx chuckles. “The most combustible element.”
“The kid’s not wrong. We’ve come close to combusting a few times.”
Jaxx unlocks his hips, withdraws a couple of inches, and slams home. The penetration is deep, and I push my forehead into the pad and brace myself.
“Test my limits, jaguar. No boundaries. If it enters your mind, I’m game to try it. I’m all yours.”
Jaxx
Hawk’s too fucking much. Harnessed and trussed to this red vinyl fuck bench, he’s locked down tight. I’m totally getting off on the rush of power. Focusing on pleasuring him, I build momentum until I’m pounding home and my lungs burn with the exertion. My jaguar roars in my head and I smile. Yeah, buddy, we can do this all night long.
And Hawk can take it.
Vancouver was eye-opening for both of us. During that side-trip to the Great White North, I learned as much about myself as I did about our billionaire corporate raider. One of my favorite self-discoveries
is that my dominant side loves getting rough with him.
I’ve never been much of a power player behind closed doors before, but with Hawk, I want his submission. If he needs to hold the reins in public, that’s cool.
’Cause right here… with him locked down and me hitting him hard and deep, I’m a fucking god.
No boundaries. I know what a momentous statement that is for him and I’ll reward his faith in me.
He’s too sexy. He’s as tall as Brant but has a lean and muscled frame like a runner instead of the mass of bulk and strength like our Bear. And unlike the subtle and supple beauty of Kotah’s body, Hawk’s tats and piercings set the stage for one helluva tough and edgy male.
He doesn’t disappoint on that front.
I never knew I was into the haunted bad boy type, but hells to the yeah—I soooo am.
Sweat drips from my brow and I grab the hand towel I set out for just this reason. Fucking Hawk is an all-in, full-bodied, cardio event.
I learned that in Vancouver a couple of weeks go.
He’s addictive and tireless. And yeah, Kotah’s right—together we are highly combustible.
In and out… In and out.
The air is filled with the sounds of sex, moist flesh slapping, the bench feet inching across the floor, his throaty gasps blend with my breathy ones. Hawk’s arms are flexed tight, his grip on the hand pads of the bench clenched and white-knuckled. He’s pushing back each time my pelvis hits his ass and I know he’s getting close because his breathing starts to catch.
I learned that sound over hours spent together.
It never fails to crank me up.
Leaning sideways, I drop the towel on the little table where I have my oil and lube supplies and grab the little black remote.
“I’m ampin’ things up, my man. Hold off. I don’t want you comin’ yet.”
Without losing my rhythm, I turn on the vibrator option on the cock sleeve that’s milking him.
“Oh, fuck,” Hawk shudders like he’s being electrocuted, and his hips spasm until he regains control.
“Good?”
“So good,” he gasps, dropping his head forward. “I’m not going to last.”
I turn off the vibrator and stop pumping. “Sorry? What’s that now?”
Hawk groans. “Dammit, don’t stop.”
“Are you gonna blow?”
“No,” he shouts. “I won’t… I swear.”
I reward his declaration by adding a round of friction lube and resuming my in and out. The lube warms up almost instantly and I have to focus or I’m going to be the one losing it. When I get the tingling in my balls locked down, I turn the vibrator back on low. “You good?”
“Yeah.”
“You want more?”
“Yeah.”
“You gonna lose it?”
“Not until you say so.”
“Good man.”
I turn up the vibrator and though he shudders again, he doesn’t convulse as wildly. With a flick of my thumb, I slide the tension dial and tighten the grip of the silicon sheath milking his cock with each forward thrust of my hips.
Hawk locks his elbows and starts to pant, pushing back in a hot frenzy. His fingers grip and regrip the hand pads and I smile at his distress. “You want to come bad, don’t you?”
“Yeah… so bad.”
“But you won’t.” He shakes his head and sweat drips off his brow.
“Who’s yer daddy?”
He barks out a laugh. “You are.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he gasps, his arms trembling with the force of his grip.
Turning up the remote another notch, I smile as I feel the vibration tingle against my cock from the inside. Man, I could torture him all night long and I bet he’d hold out. He’s been the dom so many years, he knows how the game is played. I love that he’s this determined to give me what I want.
Deciding to put him out of his misery, I drop the remote onto the table and grab his hips with both hands. “Okay, Hawk, let’s do this. We’re goin’ hard. Take as much as you can and then show me how good you feel. Lose your mind.”
The next few minutes is an ode to slapping flesh and breathless grunts. The two of us are all sweat and sex and carnal pleasures. There’s nothing in this world but the two of us.
And then, his head comes back, and he thrusts his cock hard against the couch. The locking of his body clenches my cock so tight, I can’t hold off.
Too. Fucking. Sexy.
I thrust hard and join him in the release of a lifetime—my lifetime anyway. Hot jets of cream mark his insides and my cat lets loose. The rolling purr of my jaguar brings on another wave of Hawk gasping out obscenities.
I love his filthy mouth. It gets worse the better he gets off. By that scale, that orgasm rocked his world. After he’s thoroughly marked as mine, I collapse onto his sweaty back.
Reaching around, I grip the arm braces to keep from crushing him. His chest is heaving almost as hard as mine as I blanket him with my body. Before I release the restraints wrapped around his wrists and knees, I nuzzle the back of his neck and nip his nape. “Good start. You up for a few more hours of that?”
Hawk surprises me by turning his head and offering his mouth. “I’m up for a lifetime of that, Jaguar.”
“Good answer.” With that, I release his restraints and pull out. Taking off the condom I wore for anal, I drop it into the garbage and help him off the sex couch. He’s a little stiff, so I escort him to the bed in our Den of Debauchery—as Kotah so aptly named it—and get him settled.
After a quick trip to my supply table, I move everything to the king-sized bed. Hawk watches me, his sated smile far too sexy. “Got somethin’ on your mind, mate of mine?”
“Mutual cock sucking,” he says.
I climb up to join him. “Done deal. I like how you think. Top or bottom?”
Hawk snorts and rolls onto his back. “I’ve got nothing left in my arms and legs right now. Assume the position, Jaguar. Swing around and give me something to suck on.”
I chuckle and swing around. “Work. Work. Work.”
CHAPTER TWO
Calli
Talk about distracting. Kotah and I are sitting through yet another Fae Prime training session and trying to care what his mother is blathering on about. The only thing on my mind is stripping down and mounting my mates. The mating bond connecting the five of us is working overtime and oh my good gods, whatever Hawk and Jaxx are playing at is twanging every lusty chord of need I’ve got.
I cast a sideways glance at Kotah and yeah, my wolf’s not doing much better. He’s biting his bottom lip and running his hands over his thighs so much I wouldn’t be surprised if his pants are threadbare underneath.
“And, if the Council should ever need to call an emergency summit—” Yadda, yadda, yadda.
My cell vibrates in my lap and I check the message. It’s from Brant. Holy fuck. Where are you and the wolf? My arm is getting tired.
I snort and meet the Prima’s disapproving glare. “Something funny, Calliope?”
“Sorry, Prima. Kotah and I are needed elsewhere. We’ll have to pick this up again at a later date.”
“Excuse me?”
I hand Kotah my phone and he reads the text. Maybe he prepared himself better not to laugh than I did, or maybe he’s simply better at playing the part of compliant pawn, but his facial expression gives nothing away. “Apologies, Mother. Calli is right. This needs to be addressed immediately.”
“What does? Where are you two running off to?”
“Urgent mate business. Let Keyla know when you’re available tomorrow and we’ll try to reconvene. Excuse us.”
Kotah takes my hand and helps me to my feet. We’re out of the royal wing and practically jogging back to the Timber Trails Suite in the next minute.
I glance down to ensure my nipples aren’t poking out the front of my shirt and sigh. “Good gawd, we need to coordinate meetings and sextathalons better. I’m so wet and ke
yed up I shouldn’t be near any wildlings right now. You guys and your stupid heightened sense of smell. I’m a walking billboard for hot and horny.”
Kotah barks out a laugh, gesturing with a wave of his hand for the people in the corridor to move out of our way. Sometimes it pays to be married to the next Fae Prime… like when you want to bypass congestion in the halls of the royal palace to get home and have sex.
“Luckily, being the only phoenix in existence, no one has any frame of reference. They don’t know the cues of your scents like your four mates do.”
“Seriously?”
He nods. “Seriously. Unless you let them know you’re horny while you smell like this, they won’t know.”
“Unless they put together the fact that you’re horny when I smell like this.”
“Well, yes. There certainly is that to consider. So there, you’re not the billboard for hot and horny. We are.”
We reach the private staircase that leads to our home away from home and tackle those steps two at a time. If nothing else. My daily training is starting to pay off.
I may not be strong enough to fly without a spectacular crash and burn, but I can run a set of stairs like Rocky if it means I get to the sex part faster.
“There you are,” Maggie Stanton says, beaming at us as we crest the top landing.
She and Jonathan are coming down the corridor looking adorable, as always. The Texan jaguars are tanned and blonde and move with the same stalking sway as their jungle cats do. There’s no knowing them and not loving them. As Brant says… they’re good people.
“We stopped by your suite just now to drop off this. Three fae species could do what you think your friend Riley has done. If you have time to go through it now—”
“No. I’m good,” I say, with far too much vigor.
Jaxx’s mother arches a brow.
I scrub a hand over my face and rake my hair out of my face. “Sorry, Mama… we’re just…”
“Headed for some private mate time,” Kotah says.
Maggie sets the file in my hand and smiles. “You don’t have to apologize or explain to us.”