by Jay, Setta
“How, exactly, is this going to help me understand the mating?” Her words came out breathless, but there was no help for it.
“Our powers blend, the more we bond, issuing more control over our own abilities and the powers of our mate. I intend to take your shield into us both.”
“How do you know it’ll work like that?” She breathed out.
He nipped at her shoulder. “I’ve told your brother already, so the bastard won’t come running once the shield goes up, like he did at the compound earlier. The thoughts of the link were in your mind.” His words were whiskey smooth as he laved the spot behind her ear. His decadent scent made her lick her lips. Mmm, she felt her knees weaken. “As for the powers meshing, we’re not entirely sure how it will work, since I’m the first Guardian to go through it. Sirena thinks that my Guardian powers may not meld at all, something to do with it being a gift of the Creators. But she doesn’t really know. I’m not sure I understood a word she said about it. But she feels certain it will help with your struggles to control your abilities.”
“So you’ll have my powers, and I’ll have your Aletheia mind stuff?” He was nibbling at her earlobe, making it nearly impossible to get the question out, liquid painted the inside of her thighs and her breathing was labored.
“Once the mating is complete, theoretically… Right now we are just in the beginning. When we finally complete the ceremony, and blood bond, the melding should become complete. Or, so Sirena said. Now, as I said, we’ll work on the shield?” He spoke into her head, as that decadent mouth was otherwise occupied, licking at the point between her shoulder blades as he held her hair firmly wrapped in a hand, or so it felt.
“Later, we’ll work on controlling the head hopping. That’s was Conn said your brother called it.” He added, as she felt a hint of fang scrape across her shoulder, causing a shiver to run up her body. She swallowed, as he slowly moved his way back up her neck and behind her ear.
She couldn’t think straight with the wicked things he made her feel. Did she dare hope to gain enough command over her abilities? Centuries of working to hone her out of control powers had left her frustrated, constantly banging into an impenetrable wall. She moaned when his teeth tugged at her lobe. She was afraid to hope for a chance to finally be in charge of her abilities. To be worthy of the massive, enthralling Guardian that seemed to have dominion over her body and soul.
Her face flamed. Finally realizing that Uri had told her brother he would be screwing her.
“Stop thinking. No more talking.” His voice was a low hoarse rasp, and then his teeth moved to her shoulder and sank in while he pulled her hips back into his erection. He had taken the pants off at some point. She moaned, pushing even further into his hold. Feeling the solid jut of his need pulsing against her lower back made her sex quiver in response. He was so warm and stiff against her. She wanted the sensation of silken skin over hard steel as it pushed deep inside her.
“Out of time.” Uri growled out as he smacked her bottom. Just enough to sting slightly, while leaving delicious warmth in its wake. The noise seemed loud even over the sounds of flowing water. He lifted her, and all of a sudden she was in the water. Her senses were on overload, her muscles tight and her pussy clenching as desire flowed from her. She was waist deep in the warm liquid. She tried to turn to him, but instead, he crowded her body from behind. Moving her further to the other side of the small pool. Their movements folded the water around them and it caressed against her sensitive flesh. She trembled with need to feel him everywhere.
She saw movement, and a thick black cushion landed on the stone edge in front of her, seconds before Uri’s big palms cupped her needy breasts from behind. Her back arched, pressing harder into his palms, desperately craving firmer contact against those large rough hands. He pinched her nipples lightly, teasing her, as his arousal rubbed up and down against her lower back. He was driving her wild. Alex’s breaths came out as gasps. Her head fell back against his chest while her body pushed against his, loving the feel of wet skin against wet skin.
“Stand with your feet on the seat and bend over, head all the way down. I want to see every single inch of that cunt and ass in the air.” Her body burned as he lifted her up so that her feet, all the way to the tops of her thighs, were all that stayed within the pool. Water sloshed against her skin with the movement. She felt the smooth glide of his hands up the backs of her thighs while he growled out, “Wider.” She thought she’d pass out from the anticipation of what she knew he’d do to her. Her upper body was wet, including the tips of her hair, which stuck in spots on her skin. There was only the heat coming from inside her body, and the demanding caress of his fingers.
She spread her legs at his demand, feeling as water and her own juices bathed the insides of her legs. She was shaking as she bent forward to rest her head against her arms on the thick cushion. Every added sensation served to overload her senses. His roving hands inched so close to where she needed them. Then, she felt her body twitch at the feel of heated breath against the crease of her thigh and bottom. Followed by a deliciously languid lick that elicited a low moan she was barely aware came from her own lips. Her back arched further wanting him to have all the access he needed to give her that new kind of pleasure. The thought of his mouth pressed against her was too much, her pussy was weeping… aching for him to taste her. “Uri, please.” She hated to beg, but she couldn’t take it anymore.
She heard his deep inhale as he massaged her bottom, spreading her cheeks so wide that nothing would be hidden from his gaze. There was another deep moan followed by, “I love that you’re bare, love that I can see every bit of this gorgeous little pussy.” Then he licked right into her slit, Gods, his breath and hot tongue nearly scorched her in the best way. He took his time, swirling his tongue over her clit, making her pant and writhe while strong hands held her motionless against his tortuous mouth.
Crying out, she knew she was close. Instead he denied her, moving from her aching clit, he sucked at her folds instead, one at a time. Then his mouth was gone. “No,” she cried out in frustration. Pushing back, imagining what he saw. She was spread and completely vulnerable to his sight and touch. He started teasing her again, that time with one finger pushed just inside her opening. She pushed against it, her body trying to pull it in deep. He slowly added another while giving her quick lashes of his tongue. He was keeping her at the edge of sanity, madness just one long lick away. Taking his time, he kissed and licked and sucked his way around where she needed him most. She was desperate, begging by the time he pushed both big fingers all the way inside her tight channel. Heated moans came out unbidden as he pumped her with his fingers, and then slowly moved to lave her tiny back hole. Her movements stilled at the unexpected sensation. She found herself entranced by the sheer eroticism of feeling him there.
“Someday, I’ll bury my cock deep in your beautiful ass. There isn’t a part of you that I won’t claim.” She was lightheaded, ready to come just by his words. He swirled his tongue once again around the small opening, then finally moved back to her clit, which was swollen and protruding with need. “I need to be in your mind.” He said, and she felt the delicious slide of him inside her head as she opened to him. It was more than a caress. She let him feel what he was doing to her. The added intimacy was dangerously seductive. The sensation of him inside her mind was like nothing she’d ever experienced, she felt his heat inside and out.
She sucked in a breath as his mouth again found her clit. It was all too powerful. Her entire being was completely in his control. One last firm suck to her clit wrenched a climax that hit with the force of a hurricane. It was so quick she wasn’t prepared, could only hold on as it swept her away. Her cries echoed off the wall as her knees started to buckle. Uri had her in his arms before she collapsed, holding her close.
She felt the release, then subsequent push back against her shield, then some kind of snapping sensation, and finally the smooth retreat of its protection. Allowing her to relax
in its aftermath. She had only felt Uri jerk slightly, still in her mind but unharmed. He’d done it. Somehow he’d manipulated her shield. She turned in his arms and stared at him. Completely in awe as her senses came fully back. Looking internally to her shield, she saw them as a silvery haze, along with a silver thread that linked her to Uri’s mind. It had to be their mating bond attached to her shield. The mental image had her reeling, feeling, finally, the sheer magnitude of their bond.
“How did you do that?” The words came out breathy, as her breathing was still ragged. Gazing at Uri, she saw the tense muscles of a male in need. He was the picture of undiluted sexual extremity. Her sexy Aletheia, complete with protruding fangs. The sheer beauty of him was thrilling to gaze at. Especially in his current feral state of need.
“I used the mating bond to manipulate the shield. I basically added it to me. I also severed the link to your brothers.” At her shocked look he added. “Vane was aware of what I intended. You are mine to protect. He conceded once I reminded him that with the link intact he would know every time I made you come.” He grinned with male pride at getting one over on her brother.
She pinched the bridge of her nose in mortification and anger. Okay, she could just imagine that conversation. As pissed as a part of her was that he would take control without even asking her, and she was pissed, she looked at the water for a second. He didn’t even tell her, much less ask. Taking a deep breath as she had done with her brothers for centuries, she thought about it. She had to own that she really didn’t want her brothers to know when she climaxed. It felt freeing, yet, she mourned the loss of a connection to her family she’d had for so long. More deep breaths to sort her thoughts and the odd sadness. It wasn’t fair that they’d been tethered to her for so long. Her brothers deserved their freedom. And, being honest with herself, she knew that link had been a constant reminder of her failure and weakness. With one more inhale, she willed away the ache in her stomach.
“I apologize. I had not thought to ask you. I assumed you wouldn’t want that complication.” His sexy rumble made her look up at him. He looked entirely uncomfortable as he admitted he was wrong. She hadn’t expected him to utter the words. It pleased her that he did.
She blew out a breath. “We both have a lot to learn, but you’re lucky I’m not kicking your ass. That was your one free pass. This is new to us both. Next time ask, before you do something that affects me.” She had dealt with dominant males her entire long life. He would learn. There might be blood as she wiped the floor with him on occasion, but, he would learn. And, she realized, he’d already made a concession by apologizing. That was huge for an alpha like him.
She closed her eyes at the hope that their bond would be a new beginning, a way to control her powers. Not some new reminder of another failure, no, it would be a new start for her. She would have control. She felt it, and it made her sit a little straighter in his hold.
Uri likely felt her change in attitude because he brought her attention back to his current lack of satisfaction by taking possession of her mouth. She moaned deep as his tongue aggressively probed her depths. She tasted herself on his lips and gasped. In mere moments, she was ramped back up, arching her body into his, holding his head to hers. Pulling lightly at the soft strands earned her a growl against her lips. Vibrating them so good. He tasted and taunted her with his wicked tongue. She felt the tips of his fangs, surprised, he hadn’t nicked her. “Are you going to bite me?”
“I will in the mating ceremony.” His voice was deep and raspy, before he went back to the erotic plundering of her mouth. She wondered what it would be like. For some reason with her, his fangs were constantly descended. It was so incredibly sexy, but she didn’t really understand it. She’d have to ask. He pushed against her, letting her feel the hard evidence of his desire while his tongue dueled with hers in a manner that showed how just how little control he had left. The thought filled her with feminine pride. Loving that she had the ability to make him as wild as he made her. He lifted her with one hand, then moved the cushion to the other side of the small pool and set her down. She instantly understood why. There was no step there and it was shallower at the new side. Positioning him perfectly between her open thighs as he stood in the water.
She watched as he devoured her with his gaze while running his iron hard length along her swollen folds, making tantalizing contact with her clit as he moved. After a couple of slow glides he was coated in the juices of her renewed arousal. His eyes glittered and swirled as the muscles of his arms and chest pulled taut.
“Lay back and hold on to the bench leg behind you.” The demand came out low and thick.
She did as he asked, laying back with her arms over her head, pushing her breasts up. The legs of the bench were a part of the floor. His eyes fixed on the hardened tips of her nipples, swollen and peaked as if reaching for him.
“I won’t be gentle.” He said, jaw tense. He reached out to pluck at one tight bud and her eyes went half lidded. He used his other hand to guide his way into her liquid heat. She felt her body expand to take the massive length, while he hissed out a breath through clenched teeth. The tendons on his neck strained and he appeared a primal beast ready to rut.
“I don’t want gentle.” She said as she pushed against him. He groaned when she added. “I can take anything you can give me.”
Not needing any further encouragement, a groan tore from his throat as he seated himself fully into her inviting depths. She wiggled, loving the sensation of being stuffed full of him. She held on tight to the stone leg. It was even more amazing than the first time he took her. An odd primal feeling encompassed her. She wanted him to take her, rough and demanding and wild. She was stretched and aching in the best way. He was so far inside her that she felt the press of his sac against her bottom. She pulled him tighter with her thighs, wanting him to move, yet loving having him so deep he touched her womb.
The deep rumble of his growl made her pussy quiver.
A small surge of warm liquid inside her, made her take a deep, ragged breath. He pulled out slow, only to pound all the way back in. They both moaned as he filled her again. Then his strokes became harder, faster, more demanding. Alex never wanted him to stop. She cried out as he hit a spot so deep, so sensitive, her eyes nearly rolled back. She watched, mesmerized, as he closed his eyes and pumped as if his life would end without their joining. She felt her walls pulse around him, as, panting, she struggled to meet his thrusts. She was as much a wild animal as he was.
Uri’s heavy breathing and tight groans, mixed with the sounds of wet skin against skin, were all her mind was able to focus on. He wrenched her legs from around his waist putting them up on his shoulders. He felt even bigger and deeper inside her snug channel. Before she fully registered the change in pressure from the new position, those big hands caressed her thighs all the way to her feet. She watched as he turned his head and licked at her instep. Oh, Gods, the sight of his tongue lashing out between the tips of those sharp fangs, mixing with the look in his eyes as he savored the taste of her skin, had her pushing tighter against him.
He rotated his hips seductively before thrusting into her again. She cried out when a single fang grazed along the bottom of her foot, only to be followed by the circling of that magnificent tongue.
She writhed and moaned, barely able to breathe through the pleasure. Alex was out of her mind when one large thumb made its way to roll against her clit. All the while, he never missed a beat in the relentless pounding of his hips against hers as she crested in a blinding rush.
Her body bowed as she screamed her release. She registered his shouting out at the same moment. Her shield seemed to pulse between them but not release. She felt Uri’s pleasure. That euphoric release he felt while he was hovering in the forefront of her mind. Feeling his climax pushed her into another world shattering orgasm. She felt herself tighten over and over against his still hardened shaft as her body bowed. Then, he shouted to the ceiling once again bathing her womb.
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It was beyond anything she ever thought was possible. She didn’t realize males were able to have multiple orgasms, but she had felt the warm liquid filling her a second time. It somehow soothed those aching inner muscles. It was incredible, magical. She’d never truly been sated on her own, had only been able to take the edge off. Never had a climax actually relaxed her, until now.
He lifted her into his arms, and lowered them so he held her straddled in his lap within the soothing water. For long moments she sat in the water, held gently in his embrace, her cheek cradled into the curve of his neck, feeling the rapid beat of his pulse. It soothed her and she cuddled, sated and content against him. His arms held her as finally their breathing began to even out. It felt so right, perfect.
Oh crap, pregnancy.
“Umm, doesn’t the fact that I’m your mate make it possible for pregnancy now?” She held her breath waiting for the answer. Unsure how she felt about that. Or how he felt, for that matter.
“Only after we’ve completed the bond and Sirena says it usually takes at least a decade, generally, after that.”
He tucked her under his chin, and rubbed her back in soft strokes for long moments before speaking again, “I need you to tell me what happened to you.” It was spoken softly, but had the impact of dumping her in ice water, her body instantly tensed.
