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  Drake had begun speaking, but Gregoire had no idea what was said. His essence was swirling with the need to be marked as hers. The intensity of it was compelling.

  At a pause, words in the old language spilled from his lips. He vowed to honor and care for her, body, soul and in blood for eternity. He hadn’t even needed to think them; his lips moved as if on their own.

  When her small hand lifted to the muscle of his chest, his eyes nearly closed with the pleasure of it. His soul was surging under his skin, fighting to meet with hers. Sirena’s hand came up and covered Alyssa’s, and he clenched his teeth against his beast’s reaction. Power funneled through Alyssa’s hand straight into his body. It was a biting pleasure-pain that held him immobile and completely in its thrall. There was an all-encompassing rightness to it. A sense of reverence to it that couldn’t be described in words. He didn’t want the sensation to end. He held his breath, snared in her pale green gaze, and opened his mind to hers. He wanted her to feel how perfect it was, and that was the only way for her to understand. He easily opened himself to her, something he hadn’t thought he would be able to do.

  She moaned lightly as her hand moved the width of his chest, marking him, claiming him as hers.

  The moment her hand left his skin, he leaned down and lifted her up so that she would be flush against his still-twitching flesh. Claiming her lips, he twined his tongue with hers, demanding she take him. He tasted the depths of her soft mouth as he tilted his head for a better angle. Her fingers dug into his hair, and she moaned deep; her desire filled the air in the cavern, and he growled against her lips. She was fucking his and couldn’t wait to bare her skin to him. He turned to take them out of the room.

  Not yet, love. Her voice in his mind stilled his movements. He was caught off guard by the endearment. She pulled at his hair, and he growled, his eyes narrowing. He couldn’t wait to take her like he wanted. She smiled wickedly at him. Her cheeks were flushed a pretty rose, and her eyes were glazed, but she shook her head at him.

  He frowned at her. Why had she stopped him?

  She laughed and said, “Because we are not done yet. You need to set me down.”

  He set her down with great reluctance, but was interested to see just what she had planned.

  She took a step back and slowly brought her fingers to the clasp of the dress. He held his breath as she released it, allowing her breasts to spill out. He groaned as the material floated to her waist, leaving her exposed in full sight of everyone in the cavern. It was if the world stopped when he realized what she’d done. His mouth salivated, and his pulse beat in his head and his cock. He swallowed. Her gorgeous breasts were pierced with a clear plastic, and each taut nipple sat nestled between two diamonds. His hands lifted to caress the beautiful mounds, and she moaned, arching into his palms. His eyes shot to hers, and his dick pulsed. He was dying to get inside of her while he loved her swollen flesh with his mouth. Her eyes grew heavy. She was hearing his every thought. She had done this for him. Bared her magnificent flesh, allowed his brethren to see just how blessed he was. How fucking perfect she was. His.

  His thumbs reverently caressed the jeweled tips, and she groaned. He felt gooseflesh rise on her swells. He could take her to the floor and make her his. His shoulders flexed, readying to do just that when she licked her lips and shook her head at him. Her tiny palms came up to cover his hands over her exquisite breasts. A second later he registered whispers in the space. Sirena’s fingers were lightly touching his, and then her power flowed as he marked her flesh. Alyssa groaned aloud as the sensation rocked her. She opened her mind fully, and her pleasure in the act was intoxicating. His chest swelled, and he groaned deep. He could feel the markings rise and surround first one rose-colored areola, and then the other.

  The second Sirena’s power stopped flowing, he lifted her into his arms and carried her out of the room. Cheers exploded behind them. He couldn’t wait to see just how gorgeous the markings were. If he had stopped to look at them while they were in the cavern, he would have taken her. He was aching to get inside her, but they weren’t fucking finished yet.

  As they reached the one exit for the mountain, he saw Dorian porting away. He frowned, thinking that something was definitely wrong with his brother, but he couldn’t think past his need for Alyssa. Finding out what was going on with Dorian would have to wait.

  Chapter 38

  Island Temple Of Consummation, Tetartos Realm

  Their life forces mingled and whirled, and Alyssa thought she’d lose her mind. It was even more intense after the ceremony. How was that even possible?

  She smelled the salt air and heard the waves washing over the sand. The moon was bright as he carried her over sand and then the marble steps and into the Temple. His breathing was ragged, and his eyes were narrowed on her breasts. She felt just as needy as they entered a big room that had been lit with candles, giving it a seductive glow.

  He lifted her higher to take her lips in a searing kiss that left her breathless and her skin tingling.

  “I want to see my cock slide between your breasts. I didn’t think it was possible to make them more beautiful, but fuck. All I can see is my come coating your nipples, and I don’t think it can wait until after we’ve blood bonded.”

  She moaned at the feral look on his face. She knew he wouldn’t be able to wait, and that just made her hotter.

  She was tossed on the bed a second later. He ripped off the silk pants he’d been wearing, and his body heaved in need as he crawled over her body. He licked and suckled at her breasts, one at a time, and he groaned above her. Through lowered lids, she saw his cock fisted in his hand as he toyed with the jewelry and devoured every inch of her marked breasts. She knew that each nipple bared a version of the mark that covered his chest. Twin serpents entwined in infinity. She moaned and writhed beneath him, so close to coming from his tongue against the mating symbol and her pierced nipples. He pulled the tie and released the rest of her dress. Spread your thighs wide for me. I need your come all over my face and mine covering your beautiful breasts.

  She groaned deep and spread her thighs. The silk of her dress fell around her. He buried his face in her heat. She cried out as he ate her, thrusting his tongue deep and rubbing his lips all over her wet pussy. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Conn standing at the door. He’s here to stand sentry for the blood bonding, but he gets to watch me eat your hot little pussy first.

  She fisted her hands in his hair and came hard. She felt him lap it up, and then he was over her. His big hand pumped his cock until heated spurts were all over her chest and stomach. His lids were lowered as he watched his seed cover the markings that declared her his. They stared at each other for long moments as their chests heaved.

  We need to blood bond, love, so that I can have all of you. I should probably have warned you about the ugliness, but remember what you are likely to see is centuries old. I’m not thrilled you have to go through this, but there’s no other way to complete the bond.

  She nodded. She’d had enough history lessons to know what she’d see, but that didn’t make any of it easier.

  Let’s just get through it. she said with more confidence than she felt. He gave her a sharp nod, and then seconds later Conn was standing next to the bed, a warm smile on his face. He held out a blade to Gregoire. It was beautiful, adorned with intricate carvings she didn’t fully see as her mate’s big hand encompassed the hilt. Gregoire lay down on his side and turned her to face his chest.

  He quickly cut a small line on his torso and brought her lips to it. It was done before she had time to fully grasp what was happening. She barely felt the cut to her arm as she was hit with the sweet taste of him and the sensation of his suckling at the inside of her arm.

  The flashes hit hard and fast, submerging her into a different time.

  Pure, blinding hatred for the Gods. For all that Apollo and Hermes had done to him.

  He was an animal. Rutting with females that hated it every bit as much as
he. He hated it but knew the consequences of not completing the job. The females were to be used until they conceived. They were nothing more than beasts to create an army. He banged his head against the metal walls of his cell, knowing that they would come for him again soon.

  Years pass.

  A young boy with soulless forest eyes and a scent that told Gregoire that he was looking at his son.

  The child holding a blade, attempting to kill him. His young eyes completely devoid of anything but aggression.

  Him batting away the child’s attempts, sickened by the thought of hurting him.

  The scent of blood and dirt under his knees as he fought the chains holding him as he was forced to watch them beat the child for failing to kill his own father.

  Gregoire’s fear that the child was too far damaged by what was done to him to ever function if Gregoire was able to free him.

  Months pass.

  A bloody, battered female, limp and barely alive.

  He and Uri unchaining her and vowing to find her a safe place where she could live in peace. The female’s swollen and unseeing eyes as they released her and carried her to freedom.

  Hours pass.

  Stone and fire surrounding him, burning his feet and legs.

  He and the other Guardians searching the rumble for any young that may have survived Ares and Artemis’ attack.

  His dark need to kill each and every one of the Gods.

  A day passes.

  Standing on a cold mountaintop with only a swath of fabric wrapped around his waist.

  Bitter, angry disappointment at the Creator’s chosen punishment for the Gods.

  The touch of the Creator’s light and purity, understanding.

  A surge of power rushing through his veins as he accepted his role as a Guardian of the Realms.

  Centuries pass.

  Seeing his friend’s joy and being escorted up to a room.

  The sight of a babe with unique pale green eyes.

  The soul-deep knowledge that the tiny babe was to be his.

  Utter fear and joy rolled into one.

  Decades pass.

  Standing atop a hill.

  His first glimpse of beauty like nothing he’d ever imagined. Her breasts. The eyes he knew would be the same unique shade as when she was a babe. Her long hair he wanted to wrap in his fists to guide her to his lips.

  Utter peace, so strong it was nearly his undoing.

  Anger and pain that she wasn’t ready.

  Her chest heaved as she gasped for breath. Tears were streaming down her face.

  She registered Gregoire telling Conn to leave as he held her to his chest. “It’s done, love. Please don’t cry. I hate seeing how much pain I caused you. I won’t hurt you again, Angel.” He rocked her softly. He took a deep breath. “I’m sorry you had to see any of my old life, love. I hate that it’s hurting you, but it was a very long time ago.” She felt how tense his muscles were as he held her.

  She looked up at him with watery eyes and so much love it was bursting inside her chest. He’d suffered so much and then found peace in her.

  She lifted her lips to his and kissed him with all the love she felt. She opened her mind and let him feel how overwhelmed and out of control she was. Her hands slid along his short beard, and she held him to her as she crawled over him, slipping her tongue in to duel, and their moans of pleasure filled the air. She wanted all of him. He massaged his come all over her breasts. How was it possible that she hadn’t been under long enough for it to dry on her flesh? She didn’t know or care as she shifted her head from side to side, exploring with her tongue as she straddled his stomach. Her hands tunneled into his hair and over his shoulders, and her lips met his neck and nipped his ear.

  His fingers were busy playing over her breasts, to her hips, and pulled her tight to his stomach. “Your pussy is coating my stomach with all your sweet desire.”

  She was lost in him, pushing back. “I need you inside me while I use my lips to love every bit of the mark that says you’re mine.” Her voice was sultry even to her. She circled her wet opening over his tip until he took her hips and slammed his cock deep. Her back bowed with the blinding beauty of impact, and she set to work with her mouth. She began licking every line of the two serpents twining. Those dark lines told the world he was hers. She licked first one head as she pumped her hips back, and he groaned.

  “Fuck, I love how you suck me in. Love how wild you are, that you’re fighting and slamming your pussy on me.” She licked around and over until she reached the other head, and then sat up so that she could ride him harder. His eyes were focused on hers as she pounded down on him. She was so slick, her thighs bore the marks. “I love having your mind open, feeling every throbbing pulse of your pussy in my head and on my cock, love. Play with those beautiful nipples and come.” She felt him throbbing inside and knew he was close.

  His mind opened, and she was flooded with his heat and the sight of her impaled and stretched over his cock. His focus moved between her hands on her breasts… so intense. She looked like a goddess to him. She was his vision of perfection. Seeing herself through his eyes as her tiny body lifted and slammed on him with her breasts bouncing was too much and never enough. His knuckles went to her clit, and she pulled on her nipples; it was so damn good she came in a rush. She felt her liquid bathe him. She shouted and tensed as his warm seed finally filled her full of come as she collapsed against him.

  He kissed her head as she lay against his chest. “We’re not done, love. Never done. You still need to milk my cock before I get to take your ass.”

  She groaned and felt his cock pulsing inside her. No, he would never be sated. There were things that needed to be done for the consummation to be official, and her stomach fluttered with anticipation. She rubbed her cheek against his mark. “How exactly do you want me to suck you?”

  “Oh, you are playing with fire, because I want it hard and fast, your cheeks hollowed and my dick all the way down your throat until your sweet little nose is on my balls. I want to see all of your pussy and ass as you’re doing it.” He smacked her ass and flipped her so that her legs straddled his chest. She licked and twirled her tongue over his crown, the entire time he spanked her ass and caressed the heated flesh, making her more and more liquid and needy. She took him deep, sucking and swallowing, taking him as far as he would go. After growling a warning for her not to bite down, he slapped lower. He was all the way down her throat, throbbing as she suckled his cock, and she wanted more. “Fuck, don’t move, and don’t clamp down,” he demanded, and her pussy clenched at his tone alone. She felt everything he did; every delicious sensation rocked her. She knew what he planned, and she couldn’t wait. A series of slaps heated her bottom, and then with two sharp whacks to her pussy she was crying out around his cock. It took everything in her not to clamp down as he came down her throat.

  He gently pulled her lips from his cock and lay her down next to him, her back to his chest. His voice was a whisper in her hair, “I love knowing what you’re thinking and feeling. Love how much you love to suck my cock.” He lifted her thigh over his so that she was wide open and he could play all he wanted in her liquid. He pushed it back to her ass, and she moaned.

  “And I’m so glad you love me in your ass because I can’t get enough of it. Taking you like that makes my beast purr. It’s the ultimate submission it craves.” He continued to take her fluid and push it inside, and she pushed back to meet every thrust of his fingers. He rolled his big body over hers, trapping her against the bedding. He tossed the pillows aside. “Use both hands and hold on to the end of the bed. I’m going to give you all my weight as I fuck your ass deep and pin you down hard. You won’t be able to move or fight my dominance. I know that’s how you like me.”

  He rolled her to her stomach and spread her legs before starting to tunnel into her ass. She stretched, and it ached with the bite of pain that added to her arousal. It was so damn hot she didn’t know if she could take it. “You can tak
e it, love. You need it like I do. Now hold on tight.” She gripped the bed and did as he said. His weight settled on her, and he thrust, his hips pumping hard and deep inside her tight ass, and she loved it. Couldn’t get enough. Was needy and panting as his hands covered hers, and the bed moved as he pounded into her over and over until she was screaming and coming. Spots filled her vision as he filled her, and something flipped inside as darkness assailed her.

  Chapter 39

  Cyril’s Compound, Tetartos Realm

  Cyril was having trouble concentrating on Kane. Memories of his delicious mate were assailing him. He remembered the last few hours he’d spent with her before leaving for the damn meeting.

  He had scratches all over his arms and face that he was quickly healing. He rolled his neck at the pure pleasure and power running through his veins. He had chained her but allowed her some freedom of movement. Just enough to give her the illusion that she might have a chance to get free, then taking it all away. The female had been pleasingly fierce in her ineffective fight against his nearly constant claiming. He still smelled her delectable pheromones, but it seemed she was not equally affected by him.

  She lay beneath him, naked and bleeding from the wounds he inflicted as well as those that had come from her fight against the chains at her wrists. Her chest was expanding and contracting in her fury. He did not break her spirit this time, but he felt his need for her rising once again. There would be time.