Ecstasy Unbound (The Guardians of the Realms Series)

by Jay, Setta

  “Thank you.” Was all she could think to say, when he finally broke the kiss to look down on her with such love shining in his eyes. It was the kindest thing he’d done yet. It was as if she never lost the space she’d always loved.

  “You found my stash, huh?” She grinned at him, knowing she didn’t have the words, yet, to relay just how much she loved him.

  His eyes glittered wickedly, “Oh, yes, and we will have to see what you can do with them, later. Right now we need to meet Gregoire for the rest of the ceremony. It’s tradition to have someone watch over our blood bonding, but, I also planned to have him assist in your pleasuring. I’ve seen your fantasies. Is that something you want to experience now? If so, understand that this will not be the same as what you’ve seen us do in the human clubs. He does not need to be a part of the ceremony.” He looked into her eyes, as if seeing inside every inch of her being. She flushed with desire.

  Pulling him down by that silky dark hair, she took his mouth, enjoying the sweet port flavor of him. Using one hand she touched the freshly shaven skin of his jaw, loving the movement it made as their tongues tangled. He pulled her close, deepening the kiss, as his hands smoothed over the silk that covered her lower back. She was giving him her answer.

  Pushing back, he gave her a feral look, “Time to finish what we started.”

  Chapter 32

  Alex hadn’t expected exactly what awaited her.

  Gregoire stood with his shoulder resting against a marble pillar nearly the width of his chest. She saw his rugged features reflected in moonlight as he looked out to the seas. The roiling of the surf against the soft white sands surrounding the island Temple was soothing. The Guardian’s arms were crossed over the large expanse of rigid muscle. His dress shirt had been discarded, leaving him in the same black silk pants Uri currently wore. He looked at them as they approached. The pensive expression he’d worn was quickly replaced with a warm smile. She was still held gently against Uri’s hard, warm flesh, her arms twined loosely around his neck as her fingers played through the soft strands of his dark hair. He refused to put her down. Instead he took the steps with preternatural speed.

  She had a feeling the next steps in the bonding were going to be tantalizing. Sirena and the others had explained over wine that things were a lot more… free here, than on Earth. In Tetartos, lives were long, and the populations were very small, as even mated pairs had few births. The races sought pleasure in any incarnation they desired. They had said that a wing of Drake’s Manor was dedicated to its pursuit. A wild carnal retreat. She grinned; sure that Uri would take her there.

  Alex had questioned Sirena about birth control, only to find that there wasn’t any. Only bonded pairs were able to produce children, and even then birth rates were incredibly low. Sirena had explained that it was unheard of for a newly mated pair to conceive within the first decade. Alex wasn’t sure how she felt about that. She’d never imagined having children, sex had been a mere fantasy, just days ago. She wasn’t sure how Uri felt about it, but assumed he understood as much as she did. It was like they were gambling in not taking precautions, even with Sirena having been sure that pregnancy would not occur for a while. Still, how could Sirena know what would happen? She and Uri were the only Demi-Goddess, Guardian pairing. Alex blew out a nervous breath. They would deal with matters as they arose.

  Uri’s light whisper and leisurely lick to her earlobe, brought her out of her thoughts as she shivered and tilted her head in offering, “We will blood bond first. Gregoire will watch over us when we are lost in each other’s memories.” She’d fantasized about the two of them many times, and she knew Uri had seen inside her dirtiest thoughts. Her body heated, and she clenched her legs at the thought. He gave a slight chuckle and the promise in his gaze captivated her.

  She chanced a glance in Gregoire’s direction. He winked knowingly when their eyes met.

  Uri moved with her into the Temple, as if she weighed nothing at all, holding her close to his smooth chest. A warm, salty breeze fluttered her hair, which had been left down in long waves for the ceremony. She barely heard the pad of his big, bare feet against the marble, mosaic floors. She viewed scenes that depicted lovers sharing blood and bodies, in all positions, before reaching the monstrous bed, high on a dais in the center of the room. Her stomach fluttered with nervous anticipation, every nerve ending became more sensitive. The silk of her dress became almost oppressive. She felt herself gasp for breath. Looking up into the domed ceiling of glass, to the moon above, calmed her. Candles flickered against the walls and softly caressed the white silk bed coverings. Nearly sheer ivory curtains billowed from the open walls. The salt air mixed with the scent of expensive candles, and spicy sweet arousal. Uri set her on the bed and she looked her fill at the hard shaft pushing against the confines of his silk pants. Her nipples tightened, and swelled at the sight of how much he desired her. She saw every indent of muscle that played along his torso. She wanted every rigid inch rubbing along her skin as he covered her… took her.

  Uri growled low. “Blood bonding, first.” The words came out so primal, his eyes swirled. She looked back to Gregoire and was given a wink of approval. She would have two large warrior bodies offered for her deepest, darkest pleasures. Her breath hitched and her pussy clenched as liquid painted the insides of her thighs. They groaned, scenting her need. Uri pulled off his pants and got onto the bed with her, a prowling predator. Inches from her face he pulled loose the tie that held her dress. It fell around her in a sea of softness.

  Her lids lowered as she took in his port scent. She was bared to him. Their entwined life forces fluttered. She’d gotten almost used to the soft loving pressure of their constant caresses.

  His gaze fell over her exposed skin. She felt it almost as a touch as he took in her swollen breasts, to the wet lips and inner thighs, down to painted pink toes. With a pained groan, Uri took her mouth in a rough, possessive, soul stealing kiss. Demanding, as he skillfully searched her depths.

  You are the most beautiful female I’ve ever seen, and you are mine. His thoughts whispered in her mind. Mine to pleasure any way I wish. The look in his eyes as he broke the kiss, made her body burn with the heat radiating from his flesh to hers. Her breathing became jagged. It was arousing and unnerving, being nude in front of Uri, as she knew Gregoire watched at the end of the bed. She glanced over, to see the Guardian had his half lidded gaze focused intently on her mound. Making her even wetter. His eyes met hers, assuring her that every carnal desire she’d known would come to pass. It was getting harder to breathe. She forced herself to inhale, only to again take in the scent of Uri’s delicious skin, causing her back to arch toward him.

  Uri positioned them facing each other, his leg nestled between hers, their heads resting on soft airy pillows while his cock brushed against her stomach and his hand caressed her jaw. She touched the beautiful markings, kissed them lightly, and he growled as he rubbed circles against her own symbol. Goose flesh rose at his soft touch. Holding her gaze with his own, she saw his fangs had descended and she licked her suddenly dry lips. She imagined the eroticism of his taking her blood but the thought of drinking his was a little disconcerting.

  It’ll be just a sip and you will like it. I promise. The sultry cadence of his voice touched parts deep inside. Gregoire was forgotten for a time. All that existed was Uri. His warmth, the love and promise in his beautiful silver eyes.

  Remember that I’m not proud of the things you are about to see. It’s all in the past. You are my future. My eternity. His mental voice was somehow unsure. She grinned at him, and then pulled against the velvety strands of his hair she hadn’t realized she was gripping. Taking deep possession of his mouth, she poured all the love she felt in to it.

  We both have pasts. We’ll move through it. Show me what to do now. She said, with more confidence than she felt at her ability to drink blood. She felt his shoulders shake and knew he’d heard the last part. He gave her another seductive, searching kiss then in a flas
h his wrist had replaced his mouth. She tasted that sweet port that she had always smelled on his skin, before realizing what he’d done. It was intoxicating, nothing like she’d worried it would be. Her pussy ached and she rubbed it against his thick thigh. He shifted her so that half his body covered hers, nearly blanketing her with himself. It was a kind of possession in its own as it gave him better access to her neck. He leisurely licked, kissed and sucked a trail up and down her neck, touching briefly around and behind her sensitive lobe, making her moan and writhe against him. Then he struck, just a light prick, nowhere near painful. She cried out in euphoria as she felt the pull of him drinking from her.

  The flashes began instantly.

  He was in Apollo’s lab. How had they imagined they’d be capable of rescuing the imprisoned Immortals? The place was a fortress, and everyone was forced to wear metal cuffs. They’d been arrogant and fucking stupid. His body fought the effects of the experiments, he was in agony. Had been torn asunder and turned into something else. It felt like acid was flowing beneath his skin, he felt as fangs broke through the skin of his gums. His body bowed again and he fought hard not to yell in pain. Hermes enjoyed that too much.

  Next flash.

  His body was heated, the arousal overwhelming. What the fuck had those assholes done to him? He couldn’t handle the needs, was no more than an animal in rut. Sweat ran down his naked chest as he tried not to hurt the female they’d thrown in the cell with him. She was in much the same state. Her arousal caused her body to contort in need, while anger brightened her eyes. The scent of sex and desperation hung in the air of the dank room.

  “You must unleash your seed inside her this time, Urian. Tsk, Tsk. I think, to punish you for wasting it, I will take you while you do as you are told. You will finish or I’ll just continue giving you incentive.” Uri saw the unholy gleam in Hermes eyes as the God came in behind him. The bastard made him sick. His skin flinched as the male touched his back. Hermes was seven foot, long blonde curly hair to his waist, and he got off the pain of others. He had been fondling his large cock for long moments, his grin showing how much he relished the idea of what would come. Uri just needed to get through this. It was one thing for him to be punished, but the female writhing below him would continue to be used until she was with child. Her eyes flashed, knowledge that neither wanted what was to come was in their depths.

  Uri’s skin tightened in disgust as Hermes moved in behind him. Hermes enjoyed males more than females. He loved the pain he was able to inflict. The God could do a considerable amount of damage, causing agony, if one wasn’t prepared. Uri would never yield, his wounds would heal. He bit his tongue. The drugs would not let him lose his erection, even if his body was violated. Someday he would make sure the God paid for this.

  Another flash.

  Uri looked at the small forms that were miniatures of himself, and his brethren. He felt bile rise, nausea riding him hard. He was unable to stop Gregoire in time. They needed an escape route now. The fury that there was nothing he could do, made his muscles tense and twitch.

  Apollo had done something to the children, they were not right. Dark energies? A spell to keep them loyal to Apollo and Hermes? It was if their minds were blank.

  Gregoire had tried to take one that was so obviously his son, blatant in the child’s scent and appearance. The handlers, barely into adulthood themselves, ordered the child, who was no more than eight years, to kill Gregoire. His friend had refused to hurt the boy, did no more than defend himself until his young finally tired. That was when the handlers finally took Gregoire to the ground, chained him, and forced him to watch as his own offspring was beaten for his failure. Hatred burned in the child’s forest colored eyes. The handlers watched without emotion. Other young were brought out to witness the punishment. Uri just clenched the railing as his knuckles turned white. It killed him not to help. But if they were both locked in confinement, they might not get out to free the others.

  They had only just found a way into the training centers. It had been almost solidly locked down. Uri hated himself for not being able to do anything, wanted to rip the handlers to shreds, but more, he wanted justice. Wanted Apollo and Hermes deaths.

  The young were lost to them. He saw it in their eyes, felt it in his broken soul. They were beyond damaged. The knowledge was a harsh blow.

  Alex’s heart ached as she was hit with another flash into the horror of Uri’s past.

  He and Gregoire had found a way to get to the female. Blonde hair matted brown with dried blood. Her once beautiful face was swollen and discolored, as was the rest of her nude body. They needed to get her out. She had sacrificed herself for the races. Gregoire’s hard glare mirrored the deadly determination Uri felt.

  “The escape route has finally been forged.” Gregoire said.

  “Drake will come back soon. He said he felt certain Pothos had found the location of the box. He wants us to free the Immortals as soon as it is in our hands.”

  “Only Drake, and those helping us, can know she lived. Charybdis deserves peace for all she sacrificed. She never knew how close we were to escape.” Guilt was a plague consuming him. He saw it was doing the same to Gregoire. They had been secretly forging escape plans for years. Had they told the female, she might not have tied most of her life’s blood into a spell in order to save the Immortal races from being bred like livestock. She’d been tortured in the most detestable ways when Hermes and Apollo hadn’t found a way around the spell. Her bleeding, torn body would heal, but he feared her mind never would. They broke the chains holding her. Uri was repulsed by the bastards. Hatred burned inside his stomach.

  “I know where to take her.” Gregoire offered with steely determination etched in his tight features.

  Back to herself once again, Alex took a deep breath. Willed the dizziness and tension from her body. Uri was holding her tight. His chest heaving as if he too fought for control of his emotions. His entire body was rigid. He was furious. Then she understood what he’d seen.

  Much different being told than seeing it from your eyes and feeling what you felt. He said in her mind, holding her in an almost bone crushing embrace, he took deep breaths just as she was. His eyes were shut, and she melted into him. Needing to comfort as much as she needed it in return.

  The last memory she had seen was when The Great Beings had chosen him as a Guardian, she had felt power like nothing she’d ever thought possible. Felt also the fury at being denied the deaths of Apollo and Hermes. Felt the warmth of the Creators love flow into him. Felt their understanding and pain. It had been overwhelming and heart rending.

  My father had not been in the breeding labs, had barely made it through the experiments that transformed him into half lion, an Ailouros. My mother got him out as he still recovered. If only they’d have been less concerned with fortifying their army before doing something for the other Immortals. They spent nearly eighteen years in hiding, building ranks when they could have done something! She knew her mother was a bitch, but hadn’t released the full extent. Why hadn’t she have saved the others?

  It was a horrible time. Ares and Artemis with their Tria… Your parents had to have felt the need to protect their children above all else. No more dwelling on this. Sirena said the purpose of the blood bonding was to bring deeper understanding for a closer bond. This is more like Hell. We have to move forward and not think of what we cannot change. Uri blew out a shaky breath, obviously trying hard to follow his own advice. She saw in the hard lines of his shoulders, and the twitching of his jaw. He was having a difficult time letting the memories go.

  Reaching over, she sifted her fingers through the silky strand of hair that had fallen against his cheek. Touching and soothing the lines at his eyes, she brought his head in slowly taking his lips with her own. She lightly rubbed her lips against his, then nipped and sucked at his sexy lower lip. She loved that it was so full, enjoyed its softness against her own. She traced along the tip of one fang, before dipping her tongue into his war
m cavern to duel with his own. He growled low before taking control, turning it into something much more insistent.

  He pushed her back against the soft bedding. She felt his heated breath as he trailed a line of open mouthed kisses from her throat over the soft lines of her Mating markings. She felt the tip of his tongue glide over the delicate lines. Lovingly caressing the serpent that indicated she was his. He laved the entwined circles on either side, then palmed her tender flesh and rubbed his cheeks along the sides of the chasm. Having his warm mouth so close to her peaked buds was torment. He gave one last seductive kiss to the center of the markings before moving to her agonized peaks.

  She moaned deeply, arching into the wonderful wet warmth. Tingling sensations inched over and inside her flesh as their life forces continued to push and pull at each other. She pulled in ragged wisps of air as she rubbed her bare pussy against his unyielding thigh.

  He took his time as he nipped, and lightly sucked her swollen flesh, until she groaned in frustration. He was teasing her unmercifully and had the nerve to chuckle lightly against her overheated skin. Finally, he took her nipple into his mouth. The firm suckling forced her back off the bedding. Her fingers tightened in his hair. Through half lidded eyes, she saw Gregoire focusing intently on her flushed breasts. The wet sounds of her torment filled the space.