Ecstasy Unbound (The Guardians of the Realms Series)
Table of Contents
Ecstasy Unbound
Copyright
Disclaimer
Dedication
Acknowledgements
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
About Setta Jay
Ecstasy Unbound
Setta Jay
Book 1
The Guardians of the Realms Series
Copyright
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Ecstasy Unbound Copyright © 2014 Setta Jay, LLC
All rights reserved. Federal copyright law prohibits unauthorized reproduction by any means and imposes fines up to $25,000 for violation.
Disclaimer
This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. The characters are products of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.
Warning – This book was written for an adult audience. It contains explicit sex, mfm ménage, light bondage and alpha males with graphic language and bad attitudes.
Dedication
Dedicated to my beautiful furry child, Daisy, who passed away far too soon. I will forever miss your annoyed looks and groans when the light was on for me to write.
Acknowledgements
First and foremost, thank you Lindy for being the best, most supportive friend in the world. For reading my most primitive works and telling me they were great when they weren’t, then covertly helping to make them better. For our weekly girl days that help keep me sane. For your hours and hours of looking at “beefcake” pictures even though it is truly exhausting work. Thanks for being an amazing, wonderful friend. I could never have done it without you in my life. I appreciate you more than I could ever express.
Thank you to Heather Palmer and Terri Molina for taking me under your wings at my very first Romance Writers of America conference in Anaheim in 2012. Then, for bringing my husband into the fold at the 2013 conference, it was a blast.
Thank you again Heather Palmer for allowing me to email you my weekly progress, and for all of the wonderful words of encouragement. It made the weeks of characters doing whatever the hell they wanted, easier to handle.
Thank you to Heather, the best big sister ever! For all of our lives you were the smartest, most positive person in the family. I’m very thankful for that and for your proofing of my book. I know I didn’t make it easy.
Last, to Kevin, my wonderful husband, and best friend. You have always supported and encouraged me. This time you went above and beyond by telling me to quit my day job so I could focus entirely on my dream. I love you so very much! Somehow just a hug from you can ground me when I’m at my craziest. I’m pretty sure that is a super power.
Prologue
Draken, son of the Goddess Aphrodite and Immortal Half Dragon, Ladon, stood, muscles tensed against the blowing winds high in the mountain tops. His long golden hair and the thin cloth swathing his hips clung to his seven foot frame. His muscle and tendons tightened while his body processed his new powers.
The torrential rain, brought on by the Creator’s wrath as they were forced to banish the Gods, was slowly thinning. The sky still held the turbulent mix of angry greys and black that would soon dissipate since The Great Beings had again left the world.
Draken gazed out at the twelve warriors who were now under his command. After what felt like a millennia the Gods were at last contained but not punished in the way they had all imagined.
The Creators had been summoned back to see the destruction their sons and daughters had wrought. Temples around the world still flowed crimson with the blood of humans sacrificed to feed the needs of the Gods. The thought sickened him.
His quest was finally completed, yet not nearly as satisfying as he’d hoped. He still couldn’t fathom that the Creators had only banished the Gods into sleep for their sins against humanity. He had insisted that was too lenient a punishment for the atrocities committed, but the Creators had foretold that the Gods would one day be needed in the world. Until that time, they would sleep and purge the darkness. Draken was not convinced that losing the corrupted energies would reform those such as Ares, Artemis, Zeus, and Poseidon.
The century before, the Creators had known they needed to leave to continue cultivating other worlds. Humanity had been young, as were the Gods. Before leaving they had created the Immortal races and charged them with caring and training the young Gods and making sure humanity evolved.
Unfortunately for all, the Gods had overcome the Immortals when they had fallen to madness.
He looked to the eyes of his warriors. All standing below him on the rocky terrain, the rigidity of their frames showed they were still accustoming themselves to the new power running in their veins.
Fiercely brave Immortals stood with the three Demi-Gods, including himself, uncertain if they would live or die for failing in their original purpose to raise and train the Gods to watch over humanity. Draken was grateful that the Creators compassion had extended to those who bravely fought with him. The warriors had known, as well as he, that there had been no alternative but to go forward with the plan, no matter the consequences. The Gods had to be stopped. They had become too powerful, no longer feeding from the pureness of the world’s energies.
The Creators had been in Draken’s mind from the moment they returned to the world, he had felt their shock upon learning their offspring had risen in power, yet fallen to madness from feeding from energies of death and despair.
Draken’s gut clenched. His mother was one of the few Gods not to have succumbed to feeding off energies from pain and suffering. Aphrodite, Hades, and Athena were the only ones never to feed on the darkness. They had been amassing their own armies and defenses against their siblings who had fallen to madness. Yet, she, and even his father were sent to sleep with the others.
“They are too powerful to exist with humanity, child.” the pure tranquility of the Creator’s voices had said inside Draken’s mind. He rolled his shoulders, hating that the Creators were right in sending the Immortals and Gods away from a Realm inhabited by so many fragile beings. His vain mother had still subjugated many mortals, even if it had not been to the degree of her siblings.
Ares and Artemis had been the true catalyst in the quest to call the Creators back. Their madness and enhanced powers had quickly caused mass destruction around the world. The two Gods had then done the unthinkable and coupled to birth their foul triplets, known to all as the Tria. The demented offspring had grown with frightening speed into immense power. Even then, to his increased frustration, his mother had been against finding the box to summon the Creators.
It had taken his mother, Athena, Hades, as well as he and his cousin’s, powers just to trap the beasts in the Realm of Corru
pt Souls. The Tria were malevolent beyond anything the world had seen. The demented beings reveled in the suffering they caused, and had been escalating. They would first toy with their prey, then, once the entertainment lessened, the rape and mutilation would ensue. The world’s energies, which were nutrition for Immortals and Gods alike, were denied them. Instead, he’d learned from spies that Artemis and Ares fed their offspring dark energies from the womb. He was thankful the beasts were contained, but the Gods themselves had been only getting worse, it was a matter of time before Ares and Artemis found a way to break the Tria from their prison. There had been no other option but to find the box and call back The Creators.
Pothos, son of Hades, and Draken’s cousin, stood on an adjacent rock cropping. His steely blue gaze and tense muscles reflected the same resignation to their parents’ new existence. Wings of midnight stood tall on the male’s back. He saw the feathers fluttering in the wind. Pothos had been the one to lead the search for golden box that, once opened, had brought the Creators back. It had also sealed their parents’ fate. The relic had taken long decades to find. Ares and Artemis had hidden it well.
Draken then looked to the right of his cousin and met the hard silver eyes of Urian. Fury emanated from the male in heavy waves. Another reason the Gods had needed to be stopped. The impressive Immortal warrior before him had spent long torturous years in the bowels of Apollo and Hermes’ palace, secretly working to free the other Immortals trapped within. Anger and determination along with the bright white glint of fang showed on his hard proud features. The male had lost the vengeance he so desired. Yet, he stood tall, with a slight bow of his head in Draken’s direction. A silent show of allegiance from the untamed warrior. Most were near feral from the atrocities forced upon them for so long, but Urian was strong, he would come through the tragedies and injustices of the day. They all would. He would see to it. His wide shoulders flexed.
There seemed to be no end to the damaged wrought by the Gods. Smoke emitted from his lips as his fury reignited.
Apollo and Hermes had first captured then experimented on the Immortals they’d taken. Infused most with the blood of animals in order to gain certain skills and fighting abilities. Creating completely new races of beings. Those winged, hooved, canine, feline, aquatic and any other combination they felt would give them a battle advantage against their siblings. The Immortals were then forced to breed like cattle.
He felt responsibility weigh heavily upon him. He would lead his primal group of warriors into the duty set forth. Even those tasks he didn’t fully comprehend. The Creators had charged he, and the eleven others, with watching over and protecting the Four Realms of the world. The Realm of pure souls, the Realm of the corrupt, were the Tria were banished, the Realm of humanity and Tetartos, the Fourth Realm, that of beasts, and now Immortals. Fitting that the Creators had banished the primal Immortals to a land where their animals would be free. All four Realms were under their care… his care.
Humanity, the Great Beings had instructed, needed to evolve. They were to watch over and ensure the mortals did not create their own destruction. The other duties were convoluted and cryptic. The only certainty was that the Creators would not be back. There was no new golden box. The one they had lay broken at his feet. They were alone. Enhanced with new power he felt running in his blood and one weighty curse that had fallen on all of their heads. From that day forth The Creators deemed them the Guardians of the Realms.
Chapter 1
Uri scanned the crowd. The constant search for her was a fucking habit that he was long in need of breaking. Still, his gaze continued roving over and around glistening skin and leather. The humans moved together in the pulsing crowd of dancers. The spicy scent of arousal that circulated the air had his cock primed in anticipation of fulfilling his darker half’s needs.
It grated that she might not show again. It had been at least a month since their last encounter. If that was what you called the game they’d been playing. Uri scrubbed his fingers through the back of his almost shoulder length hair. How fucking pathetic had he become that screwing didn’t hold much appeal unless she was there to watch?
Gregoire, his brother Guardian, walked next to him as they made their way to the back of the club and the seats that always awaited them. Humans gave them plenty of room, compressing their much smaller bodies back into the crowds as the two made their way past. Moving through the throng they gained sultry looks from scantily clad females. Those that thrilled at the aura of danger that came from their sheer size. Having no idea just how much more beast than man the two were. That was part of the draw, the challenge of fucking a more fragile being without breaking them.
Gregoire barely seemed to notice the females, lost in thoughts that had shadowed him for years now. All the Guardians seemed malcontented lately. It came with the long existence of their kind, but Gregoire worried him more than others. Something had been going on with the male for too long, but, shit, who was he to say anything when he had his own secrets. His brother would tell him what was up in his own time.
A duo of slight females, sporting manufactured curves, glistening with oil and glitter, attempted to lure them over. One had long pale hair while the other had blunt bangs and long black tresses that flirted at the top of her ass. The darker pulled the blonde’s tresses back to in a provocative pose that arched her partner’s back. It displayed full round tits just seconds from popping free of their cloth prison. The one with dark hair slowly moved in, angling her head, licking and sucking a path down the blonde’s long slender neck to her barely concealed breasts. She eyed them seductively while slowly lowering her face, rubbing a soft cheek against the blonde’s breasts, then down her stomach. Gregoire passed with only a glance. Even taking into consideration his brother Guardian’s more serious demeanor that was not a usual response. Uri would know. The two had shared the same kinks for more centuries than Uri remembered. Immortals were sexual beings by nature and they never fought their baser instincts. Or so it used to be.
The thumping of the music got lower as they exited the dance floor. He rolled his shoulders, wishing Gregoire would fucking come out with what was bothering him. Uri knew damn well his own agitation had little to do with living too long, with too many fucking responsibilities. Not to mention having his hands tied by the Creators. Uri’s edginess had everything to do with one tight assed, dark haired, walking wet dream who liked to watch, and seemed to be a no show once again. His hands fisted. It had already been a shitty day, he was half tempted to search her out and demand to know where she had been.
He sighted their table in the back, a drink and a fuck had better put him to rights. He was getting more and more irritated as time moved on, and the occupants nearest obviously felt it. He noticed they averted their eyes as he moved past. Females and males alike watched from the corner of their eyes, waiting, no doubt, hoping for any indication for them to follow. Not happening right now. They were coveted there, never lacking for willing partners in their entertainments. He saw excitement and lust flicker in eyes, quickly replaced by uncertainty. He gritted his teeth knowing that his annoyance was scaring the mortals. Not that it mattered, scared or not, they would be drawn to the brothers as they always were.
He looked again to the inky corners of the club where she’d lurk and still caught no sign of her sleek body. He made it easy for her. Only alternating clubs every decade or so assuring that she would always be able to find him. The settings and clothing changed through the centuries but the carnality of the locales stayed the same. In other eras the clubs would require masks to hide their identities yet he always knew her, always saw through the masks she hid behind. His own secret torment.
The club was full, and though the music was quieter away from the dance floor, noise of a different sort filled the space. He detected moans that mixed with wet smacking sounds of flesh against flesh in the seating area to their side. She had damn well better show tonight. He wondered if it was the impossibility of the whole thing w
ith his little goddess that made it somehow hotter. The itch he had for her was more of an obsession.
She was so far beyond trouble for him. If he ever came within touching distance he’d have to exile her to Tetartos with the other Immortals. If that happened Drake would have his ass on a fucking stick. The Guardian leader had made it very clear to stay away from Alexandra and her brothers. Her twin brothers may be arrogant and irritating, but the three siblings served a role the Guardians couldn’t, so even though Immortals were not allowed on that Realm, they all turned a blind eye. Earth’s large population meant too many fucking humans becoming possessed by demons, and a shortage of Guardians to detain them. His little goddess and her brothers helped out with that particular situation.
Uri sprawled back in his seat in the large area known as theirs. Gregoire folded his massive frame into the chair next to him, with only a small table separating the two and their backs against the wall. Gregoire was a big bastard, even taller than Uri who was six foot eight inches, making the male closer to six nine or ten.
Drake, head of the Guardians, topped even that, not only in height but bulk, the guy was a fucking tank. Though, it wouldn’t matter if the male was five foot. He had their backs with fierceness, innate power, and unrivaled ability, garnering loyalty and respect no other would have managed.
Two tall glasses filled with amber liquid were brought over by a red haired waitress with the lithe form of a dancer. She was new. He wasn’t sure if her short hair was real or a wig but the color was far from natural. The standard leather shorts and bra hugged her soft pale skin. The redhead bent low from the waist to set their drinks down before winking and sauntering off to the next table.
“Any ideas?” Gregoire rubbed the side of that fucked up pointed goatee, apparently thinking about their earlier patrol, since Uri doubted he meant ideas that related to where they were. Rubbing his facial hair was the bastard’s only tell, the situation earlier had bothered him as much as it had Uri.