Ecstasy Claimed (The Guardians Of The Realms Series) Page 12
He looked at his coffee and contemplated adding whiskey.
She made a little moan as he massaged one of the small feet in his lap. He looked over and noticed that her eyes had grown heavy as she lay there with her mug resting on the swells of her breasts.
She was getting comfortable in his company. They would likely have bonded more rapidly if they had left themselves mentally open. She had quickly pulled up a shield, and he’d done the same. It was a knee-jerk reaction that would not be changing on his end. He had a difficult time imagining allowing anyone inside his head. He owed Uri for explaining that you were wide open mentally at the start of a mating frenzy. What had surprised him was that she’d known to shield her thoughts. Her parents were a rare mated pair, so it was likely her mother or father shared some of the specifics. It hadn’t set well with him that she’d closed herself off so quickly.
Chapter 17
Gregoire’s Home, Tetartos Realm
Alyssa wasn’t sure what she was feeling. Intense emotions had been waging a battle within her since the moment she’d accepted him inside her body. It was possibly because he was the first male she’d ever slept with, but more likely a side effect of the mating. She felt exposed. Her mind was her own, but her body completely belonged to him; she couldn’t imagine experiencing that crazed intensity with another male.
His hand at her feet felt soothing yet arousing. He was forging a sensual assault to her senses while relaxing with his coffee. He overwhelmed her without even trying. She lay with her head and shoulders on the cool leather of the couch’s arm, letting him lull her as her skin heated. She watched through heavy lids as he drank from his mug. He was looking out the massive windows to the meadow and tree line leading down to a lake. She allowed herself to sink in and relish the innocent touch while tracking the way his lips touched the ceramic and his throat moved when he swallowed. She stifled a moan and realized she was jealous of that cup.
Thoughts of the past two days threatened her peace. He’d spent the time alternating between hard, dominant sex, and soft, tender lovemaking where those same lips had been her downfall over and over again. She held onto her resolve that she would never again live under someone else’s expectations. It was a fine line she was dancing, one that would set the stage for the rest of their lives. His rejection still stung, but not as much now that she understood his reasons and had so many hours immersed in him. It was the small bit inside her that had fantasied about her mate being out of control for her, tossing her over his shoulder the minute he could. Claiming her in front of the entire Realm, damn her innocence or her father’s feelings. In reality she was glad that he considered her father’s feelings and had taken her needs into consideration. The part she balked at was that no one gave her the choice. Both he and her father made those decisions for her based on their ideas of what she could handle. That’s what made her tread carefully with him. She would not be taken over.
She planned to enjoy the sex, making sure to hold her ground whenever dealing with her business and her day-to-day life. The fact that he enjoyed coffee, quiet mornings on the couch and hard crazy sex was no reason to get sappy. There was no forgetting being left under the watchful eyes of her parents for her own good. Even though she just knew her father had his hands all over that. That male could work guilt like nobody else. She planned to have a chat with him and her mother about that when she went to pick up her things. Never again would she let someone think they should decide what was right for her; she had been considered a grown female for five years. Enough was enough.
She could work with wild, hot sex and relaxing together quietly. It would take time to get to know him and for him to get to know her. She needed to set ground rules as soon as she wrapped her head around exactly what those needed to be. She was totally onboard with some things she’d learned about him. She thrilled at his possessiveness. Even his jealousy did it for her. There was no going back from a mating, so she would enjoy the perks while being smart.
He changed feet, still staring off toward the lake below. Tingles ran up her calves, but she didn’t dare move or say anything. She was afraid he’d stop, and the feeling was too damn good to relinquish.
The living room was big and cozy. She hoped there was another room to set up as workspace; otherwise he might regret telling her to arrange things as she liked. Her lips kicked up at the thought of him coming home from patrol to see the entire living room set up for her business. She shook her head. It was still technically her vacation. She had time to figure out where to put her things.
She liked how open and light the house was; he’d explained at some point that the glass was infused with metal and the house was protected with spells. She had been a little relieved because they were in the middle of nowhere and the Guardians weren’t without their enemies. That thought sent a little chill up her spine, but she pushed it away. She would be safe, and she was not powerless. She had to admit that she loved his home, it felt comfortable.
She’d been happily surprised he’d put in a kitchen. It was open to the living space, separated by a stone-topped island. Immortals didn’t need to eat, but some enjoyed sampling small bits. Her mother had been a Mageia before mating her father, so her love of cooking had started well before she was turned into an Immortal. She almost smiled, remembering how her mother had taught her to cook. When Alyssa was growing up, her mother baked for the enjoyment of it, and when Rain and she had become friends, her mother had been ecstatic. It was her way of relaxing after working alongside her warrior mate all day. She was always thrilled when Rain would come over and they all whipped things up together. The majority of the creations would get sent home with her friend. The smell of cookies and bread felt like home to Alyssa. The thought of doing that in her own home gave her a fluttery feeling. Would Gregoire like that? Was the kitchen something he enjoyed, or was there more to it?
She took a drink of her coffee. It tasted delicious. She remembered the little twinge in her heart when she’d seen her favorite creamers in the fridge. She’d opened it by habit. Since they’d been unopened, she knew he’d bought them for her. She’d been surprised that he’d made the effort to find out things that she enjoyed. She stared at his beautiful features, wondering if all was as it seemed.
His hand moved over her calves, and she closed her eyes, enjoying the touch.
They’d spent the majority of their time in the bed, shower, on the stairs and now in the living room, and she needed him again. She was wet, no matter how she fought it. Their soft quiet time was ending. His hands stilled on one calf.
“You want me back inside your hot little pussy again.”
The sound of his voice brought her focus up to his sexy lips, firm and inviting inside his shortly shorn beard. She remembered how the hair had abraded her skin so deliciously in their play. Looking higher, she was held by his forest gaze, such depth and hunger there, making her breasts swell and her pussy ache for him. Her breath caught as he grabbed her cup and stretched back, settling the mugs on the high table behind the couch. His muscled chest and shoulders flexed and rolled with the motion. Her eyes caught at his ridged stomach, and her foot moved of its own accord, sliding the soft material down his legs to show his massive erection. He was hard and wanting her while he drank his coffee? He turned back around and tossed the blanket on the floor.
“You want my cock, Angel; I can smell it. Take the shirt off; get on your hands and knees with your ass in the air. I’m hungry for your sweet-smelling pussy.”
She felt desire seep from her body as she moved to follow his command. The shirt hit the floor, and she leaned her forearms against the arm of the couch. She turned to see him crawling toward her.
His palms came up to her hips. “Spread your thighs wider and tilt your hips so I can get to every inch of pretty pussy.”
The sexy demand in his voice caused her juices to flow. She wanted his mouth. He was talented and knew just how to make her wild. He’d used his tongue to drive her out of her mind sever
al times in the last couple of days, and she was becoming addicted. She felt his hot breath first, teasing her cheeks as he massaged and spread her for his enjoyment.
You smell so damn good. I want to spend the entire day covered in your slick, edible scent. Then I’ll cover you in my come. The scent of us together is fucking intoxicating.
Anticipation had her nerves on end. She let out a deep moan when he finally set his lips to her, lapping her juices and then flicking her clit with his tongue. Her entire focus settled on what he was doing to her. He liked to tease, get her good and desperate for release. He spread her pussy wide and licked deep, spearing his tongue inside. She wiggled to get more, and he smacked her ass, which only made her ache. She made a noise of protest when he moved again. His tongue lapped at her back entrance, it felt so good and wicked as he pushed at her and got her all slick before blowing against the skin there. She was out of her mind when he pushed a finger in her ass, and then proceeded to eat her pussy like he would never get enough.
She was reeling by the time he let her come. She cried out her climax while pushing against his finger. It was so good, but she needed more.
A moment later she was flipped around over his lap. He positioned her over his shaft and pushed her hips down hard. He filled her to bursting, and she panted as her body throbbed around him. She was wide open, her knees straddling his thighs, her bottom against his stomach. She circled her hips, thriving on the stretching sensation of being taken. He flipped her hair to one side and pulled her bare back against his heaving chest. His tongue and lips caressed her neck, and gooseflesh rose all over her arms. He angled her head so he had the access he needed as she moved on him. His hands massaged her hips up to her swollen breasts.
Do you like being open and on display for anyone that might come up to the house?
Desire flooded her at his words and the implication. She was spread and impaled on his cock, her back tight to his chest, as he caressed her in front of the open windows. No one was around, but the idea was there, and it made her hot.
I can feel that you do. Imagine all they would see. Your bare pussy sucking my cock deep as I lift your breasts and play with your pretty nipples.
His lips and tongue were at her neck, and her movements were frantic as she tried to lift up and ride him.
The only movement he allowed was the grinding of her hips and ass. She pushed hard, trying for more, when one of his hands left a breast and gave a sharp smack to her mound. She jumped at the unexpected action. It hadn’t hurt; the slight sting moved quickly into delicious warmth.
You like when I slap your pussy, Angel? Like the sting? He spread his thighs beneath her, forcing her knees wider. Look out the window and imagine what they’d see. Your beautiful body spread wide, my cock buried deep inside your pussy, and your mound pink from my hand. Another sharp smack landed. This one lower, right against her clit. She cried out; she needed to come and almost did as heat flooded her. They’d see you come as I slap your pussy and mark your skin as mine, and only mine. They’d watch what only I can do to you. They’d know you were mine in every way. One more hit landed, and she came apart. His mouth trailing her neck, the hot words and heat of his hand were too much.
“You’re fucking perfect.” His voice came out raspy, and she felt his chest rising and falling against her back. His cock twitched inside, and she bit her lip, thinking he might set off another hot orgasm.
“I want your ass, Angel. Are you going to give it to me?”
She thrilled at his groaned words. He needed her, and she was more than willing to experience everything with him. The fact that he wanted her so badly that she heard it in his voice left her feeling hot and empowered all at once.
His fingers massaged her clit, and she wiggled against him. He nipped at her neck. “Tell me you want me in your ass, Angel.”
Yes, she sent in their mental link.
He growled and pulled from her body, and she made a noise of protest as he flipped her over. “Fuck, your pussy milks me like nothing else. I can’t wait to see what your ass does to me.”
She was positioned with her knees on the arm of the couch, putting her ass up higher than her body. She turned her torso and neck, watching as he stared at her exposed body as if he’d never seen something so wonderful. His hand lifted, and a jar came from the air; he’d telekinetically retrieved it from somewhere. He looked nearly out of control and so magnificent she felt her breath leave in a rush. His eyes caught hers, his massive, muscular chest heaving so powerfully she couldn’t look away. He opened the jar, and she felt as he slicked her back entrance. The lube was tingly and felt amazing, like little flutters were filling her flesh.
“Push out onto my fingers so I can stretch you.”
She did as he said, her body wanting more of that delicious sensation.
“Fuck, you look incredible with my fingers in your ass. It’ll look even hotter with my cock tunneling in.”
She wiggled against his invading fingers, loving the stretch and feel of him there. Her clit pulsed, and she felt her fluids rushing as she put her hands down and pushed back for more. He growled and smacked her ass, which only made her ache for more. The stretch of her ass and the warmth from his slap made her whimper.
Creators, if he didn’t get inside her, she was going to come without him. He smacked the other side of her ass. “Not yet.”
She groaned. “Then stop spanking me and get in my ass.” She was frustrated. Couldn’t believe he wanted her to wait, and he wasn’t even inside her. She wanted to feel what it was like, and she loved his fingers to the point of madness.
“Push out. If you want it, take it deep.”
She felt the tip as is stretched her so damn wide. She was breathing hard, and she felt a bite of pleasure-pain so intense her clit pulsed, and she wiggled her hips. Soon it was too much and not nearly enough. He was moving too slow. She felt the bulbous head but needed all of him.
“More. Harder.” She swore she felt his need through their bond. Not the thoughts, the desire so great it was near insanity, and she pushed back.
“Fuck,” he shouted, and then slammed all the way inside.
She felt owned. Full in a way that was addicting and wild.
“So hot and tight, like a damned vise clamping down on me.”
She moaned and circled her hips in front of him. She felt his sac hitting her labia, and she wanted more. He held her hips in a bruising grip as he started thrusting. She cried out for more. He brought one hand around to her clit, and she climaxed in a rush. She heard his shout in the background as she gasped for breath and fell face first into the soft leather. She felt his big hands massaging her cheeks as he gradually receded from her ass. She felt strung out. That had been her most out-of-control experience yet. She felt a little sore, but she liked it. She’d made her big, powerful mate lose his mind.
He caressed her back and trailed his fingers in along her crack. “I love seeing my come all over you. In you.”
She closed her eyes as he pet her flesh and moved the fluids all over her ass.
“You need to get refueled. We both do,” he said before lifting her into his arms. She snuggled in, thinking sleep would be nice, but he was right, she was running a little low.
Chapter 18
Cyril’s Compound, Tetartos Realm
Cyril had the answer… His body nearly vibrated with excitement he was attempting to leash. He’d finally figured out the problem with his prior formulas. The answer had been with Subject Nine all along. He’d known she was the key. He clenched his teeth tight. He only wished he still had her, but eventually the damn Guardians would let her go to live in the Covens, and then she would be his all over again, in every way. His cock pulsed with the thought of what he would do to her. She had the most delicious ability over metal. She was currently limited, as was the case with all mortal Mageia. The race itself was only slightly evolved humans, weak unless enhanced or they found an Immortal mate.
It had all rested on her rare
offshoot of the common earth ability. He shook his head, thoroughly disgusted that he hadn’t figured it out sooner. He no longer needed Cynthia to acquire Nine’s family members. The Mageia needed to be informed not to waste her coven’s paltry abilities acquiring and sending them. He would instruct Elizabeth to inform her. The family would be useless. It wasn’t in Nine’s bloodline but the anomaly in her, a mutation that was not common in Mageia. The race tended to hold very basic elemental abilities with one of four elements, air, earth, fire and water. Nothing exceptional, but she had power over metal, a rare variation.
He filled a few vials with the new formula. The clink of the glass sounded loud in the quiet lab. He’d dismissed his assistants hours ago. He trusted no one, so much that it had crossed the border into paranoia. The breach to his old facility had started it, and it had worsened with time instead of abating.
He wouldn’t think of that when success was finally his. He only needed a new candidate to inject. Soon.
For the moment, he intended to make much-needed preparations. First he needed to set up a private lab, somewhere he could test his new formula away from prying eyes and potential deception. He wished he had the ability to take blood memories himself so that he wouldn’t suspect everyone around him as being the traitor that had tipped off the Guardians. He balled his hands in irritation. Not knowing who had betrayed him was slowly driving him mad and indicated he would be completely without assistance going forward.