by Maia Dylan
Casey mewled and Micah felt her start to tremble. Rotating his hand so that his palm almost cupped her, his fingers found the bumpy ridge inside her that was going to blow her mind. As her trembling started to grow, he swirled his tongue around her clit and pulled it into his mouth. Just as she started to convulse, he fucked her hard with his fingers, sliding them high up into her against the sweet spot that would have her coming hard. And come hard she did.
“Fuuuuucccckkkk!” Her scream echoed through his room and he growled as cream gushed from her pussy. She had released so much he had to swallow repeatedly. Fucking ambrosia. If he had his way, he would do this every damn day for the rest of his fucking life! Not leaving her through the intense orgasm, he licked and slowly brought her down from the heights he had driven her too.
He felt her slump forward and he helped her to slide down his body so that she was straddling his lap and her head was buried in his neck. She was breathing hard and little shocks of pleasure still racked her body. Micah had pleasured her well and he felt invincible. He would have enjoyed it more if he wasn’t harder than he had ever been in his life and needing to be buried inside of her more than he had needed anything else in his life.
Casey suddenly groaned and pulled back to look at him. He gently drew the long strands of her long dark hair over her shoulders. Damn, she made his heart ache. Her green eyes sparkled and her grin was sleepy, satisfied, and contented as hell. “Jesus, Micah, you sure know how to treat a woman!” She leaned forward and sucked his bottom lip into her mouth, nibbling on it. “But I need something more. Fuck me, Micah, please?” She started nibbling on his earlobe and he felt his eyes roll back into his head.
“Christ, Casey! You keep doing that and I’m gonna fuck you here on the floor.” Micah moaned as she bit into the fleshy part of his shoulder. The placement not lost on him. When he eventually claimed her, that would be the spot on her shoulder he’d sink his teeth into and make her his. She surprised the hell out of him then by leveraging herself up so she could grasp his cock in her hand, and she guided him into her body. The warm, wet heat of her pussy fit him like a glove, and just as she was about to take all of him, she swiveled her hips, making him jerk.
“Fuck, baby, you fit me so damn well. Your pussy is soft and wet around my dick.” He felt her pussy ripple around him and he threw his head back with a shout. “Oh yeah, do that again.” She leaned back, gripping his shoulders for leverage, and then ground against his hips while massaging him from the inside. He growled and groaned as she gave him the hottest damn lap dance in history, all while he knelt on the floor of his bedroom.
A sudden thought occurred to him and had him freezing. “Casey baby, not that I wouldn’t love to see you swollen with my child, but are you on birth control?”
She gave him a smile as she bit her lip, nodded, and then started moving harder against him. Sooner than he would have liked, she had him hovering near madness, and he knew his eyes would be flashing blue. Growling, he lifted up to kneel and Casey gasped in his ear as she wrapped her long, sleek legs around his waist and held on. He knew he wouldn’t be able to make it up onto the bed, so he simply rolled and laid her down on the bedroom rug, still buried balls-deep inside her. He pulled her legs higher up his hips, grabbed her arms, and put them up over her head with her wrists clasped in one of his hands.
He breathed deep, taking the smell of their arousal and the earthy smell of sex into his lungs. He locked gazes with her and then slammed his hips into her, making her body bounce and her eyes widen. “Can you handle it, baby?” he asked, holding himself back with all the strength he had in his body. His muscles were locked so damn tight he thought they might actually snap. If she said she needed slow, he didn’t know what the hell he would do.
Then she gave him a smile so sexy, so damn wicked he cursed. “Handle it? Baby, I can handle anything you can dish out, and more. Now, fuck me hard! Take me like you mean it.” And that was it. The tight hold he had on his control snapped and he started to slam his hips into hers, driving pleasure into every cell of his body as she lifted her hips to meet every one of his thrusts.
“Damn, Casey, you were fucking made for me.” Micah let go of her wrists so he could push up off her and get more leverage to take her harder, and higher. He snarled in pleasure when she kept her hands where he had placed them. He felt her pussy flutter against him, knowing that she was on the verge of coming. When she started to close her eyes, he growled. “Don’t you fucking close your eyes! I want to see your eyes when you come for me! I could drown in your eyes, baby.” Her eyes flew open, filled with awe, and then she screamed her pleasure to the room, her pussy milking him hard, but he managed to hold off from his own. Barely.
Then just when she was coming down from her orgasm, he sped up the thrust of his hips and added a twist when he bottomed out in her, rubbing his pelvis against her clit. She keened loudly, her whole body shaking. He kept that pace up until he took her up again and this time she dragged him over the edge with her. Roaring her name, Micah emptied himself into his mate. He thrust three more times as the last shudders of his orgasm rocked his body. “Mine, Casey,” he growled, his voice hoarse. “Fucking say it, you’re mine.”
Casey shuddered and gasped for breath. “Yours, Micah,” she whispered and he lowered his head to her neck and breathed her in. “I’m yours,” she whispered, and he felt complete for the first time in his life.
Chapter 4
Was it taking advantage of a man if you were to slide his already hard cock into your pussy and ride him a little if he was still asleep? That was a pretty important question. She wouldn’t want him to think she only wanted him for his body. Her man had woken with morning-wood and it would be remiss of her not to do anything with it. Yummy! She vowed that at some point in the very near future he would wake with her mouth on him. If she timed it right, she might be able to get him waking just in the moment he came. Yeah that sounded hot, and now she was horny. What to do, what to do.
She peered over her shoulder and her heart melted at how beautiful he looked in sleep, his expression soft with morning stubble darkening his face. Micah’s warm hot body was pressed up behind her in the bed, his erection nudging against her buttocks and thighs. Damn, she was one lucky woman. Her decision was made when she felt her pussy clench, feeling empty.
She lifted her top leg, laid it gently on top of his, and then placed him against her entrance. She didn’t have the leverage to get him all the way in, but she used the ridge of the head of his cock to rub against her clit. Oh, damn that felt good, and very wicked. Her heart started to beat faster, she bit her lip to keep from crying out in frustration, but she needed to feel him inside her damn it.
“Need a little help there, baby?” His voice came from behind her, amusement and desire dripping from his tone. He moved his leg in between hers, reached down, and fed his cock into her, slowly, dragging out the moment and causing them both to groan.
“Micah.” She breathed his name and then reached behind her to grip the back of his head, holding him against her neck. She felt him start to move rhythmically in and out of her and she tightened her pussy on each outward slide, reveling in his moan. He reached his hand up to her breast and twisted her nipple making her moan and arch into his hand.
“Yeah, baby, you like a touch of pain, huh? Damn, but you are perfection personified,” he breathed into her ear. He dropped his head down to suck against her neck, and then ran his tongue over the mark he had no doubt left behind. “Right here, Casey. When the time is right, I will claim you right here and everyone in the world will know that you fucking belong to me.” He reached down and pressed his finger against her clit, making her jump.
“Come for me, baby, I’m triggered to, tight, and ready to blow, but I need to feel you come around me.” His voice was harsh in her ear as he set a punishing pace, slamming his hips into her. “Come now, Casey! Jesus Christ!” And just like that she did. Flying high and fast, feeling him spurting hot and hard within her
and hearing his roar echo with hers through the house.
She lay there, spent, and trying to draw a full breath. Damn they were explosive together. Sex before Micah had been passable, enjoyable at times, but mostly meh. Now? It was so fucking hot she wasn’t entirely sure she would survive it! She moaned when Micah slid his semi-erect cock out of her and turned her in his arms. He held her tight to him and pressed a soft kiss to her lips.
“Good morning, baby,” he murmured against her lips, making her smile.
“Good morning to you, too.” She was about to snuggle back down in his arms to enjoy her afterglow when someone banged on the bedroom door.
“Hey! Come on, you two! The house has stopped shaking so I guess you two are taking a break. Get the fuck out here now, we need to talk!” Ryan’s voice came through the door and he sounded impatient. Micah opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted. “Shut up, Micah! I fucking mean it. I need to talk to you both right fucking now! I have doughnuts and coffee downstairs. Move!” Then his feet could be heard running down the stairs.
“Well, way to ruin my afterglow, Ryan.” Casey pouted. Micah looked down at her and laughed when he saw her lip out. He pressed a kiss to it and then moved to swing himself out of the bed, taking her hand to help her out of it too.
“Come on, baby.” Micah ran his gaze down her naked body and made a regretful sound. “As much as I would love to just fuck you all day, because, baby, your body was made for it, I know my cock-blocking brother. If we don’t shower and get downstairs quick, he will come looking for us. And I’m thinking he’s the type that enjoys watching.” His eyes narrowed when hers filled with heat and interest. He suddenly reached his hand up behind her back to wind his hand in her hair, pulling her head back a little making her moan at the slight tug. “Oh, hell no, baby, you can get that thought out of your head right fucking now. No way am I allowing that bastard to get a look at you naked. I am a possessive son of a bitch and only I get to see you naked. Understood?”
She nodded. She loved that he was so damn possessive of her, knowing that she would be of him as well. Grinning at him she pushed away to walk over to the bathroom, putting as much wiggle in her walk as possible. She looked over her shoulder and his eyes were stuck on her ass, a grin on his face. Lucky for her, her wolf was an ass man. “Come on, my wolf.” Her voice was husky. His eyes darkened with pleasure. “Let’s get this over with so we can fill the rest of our day with more…pleasurable pursuits, hmm?”
Feeling happy and daring, she taunted him with a flick of her hair and rubbed her own hand down over her ass, and then ran laughing into the bathroom as her wolf stalked her.
They made their way downstairs twenty minutes later, holding hands. Micah knew his brother would be able to smell his scent all over his mate and his wolf rejoiced. The cocky bastard basically pranced around inside him.
“About time you two got down here,” Ryan looked agitated and Micah frowned. Whatever had happened obviously had him on edge. Ryan turned and locked his gaze on Casey, and Micah felt his wolf tense, not liking it all. Micah led Casey to the couch and sat her on it, while Ryan paced back and forth. “Casey, what the hell is going on here? I went into the park yesterday afternoon just to have a look around. I have had a knot in my stomach these last few days like something was coming, but I didn’t know what it was or where the hell it’s going to come from.”
Ryan stopped pacing and stood with his hands on his hips looking at her. “I found a couple guys holed up in a hunting blind.” Micah tensed. There was no hunting in the park, so what the hell? “I stood below them listening to them talking. They mentioned that some guy called Aeron had sent them to hunt for something, but they sure as fuck weren’t hunting deer. They were hunting you.” Casey winced.
“Well, shit.” Casey sighed. She looked at Micah and he saw hesitation in her gaze. Yeah, whatever the hell she had to tell them, he knew he wasn’t going to like it, of that he was damn sure.
“You don’t seem all that surprised by this, Casey, and I find myself thinking why the fuck do you think that is? I know if someone came up to me and said that three guys were hunting me with semi-automatics, I might show a little surprise,” Ryan ranted at her, starting up with his pacing. Micah didn’t take his eyes of her. Something was up and his wolf was pacing inside him as well. He was pissed, not at her, although depending on what she said next that might come, he was pissed that there was someone out there wanting and planning to harm her.
“Why don’t you take a seat, Ryan, and I’ll try to explain some of it to you.” Ryan threw himself in the armchair across the coffee table from them and Casey turned slightly. “What I have to tell you is going to sound a little strange, but I guess considering the fact that you two can go all wolfy at will, I am hoping you can understand or at least keep an open mind.”
She reached out her left arm and they looked at a pale tattoo on her inside wrist. It was an intricate Celtic-looking design, with the outline of three petals interlocked together with a heart that ran through all three. He leaned forward for a closer look and realized there were no clean ink lines on the design, which meant it was actually a birthmark. What the hell? “How the hell can you have such an intricate birthmark? Because that’s what it is, right?”
Casey nodded as she wiped her thumb across it. “Yeah, it appeared on my fifth birthday, marking me as an Elemental daughter for the goddess Olwen.” The room went silent, Casey refusing to look at him. He glanced over at his brother who mouthed, “What the fuck?” back. Micah shrugged. “There is a prophecy that comes with it. It’s long, and I will no doubt share it with you at some point, but the short story is that there are four of us, and we can all influence one of Earth’s elements.”
“What like hydrogen, carbon, boron—that kind of element?” Ryan asked, leaning forward in his chair and trying to show interest, but Micah recognized the thread of disbelief in his tone.
“No, Ryan, I know you don’t believe me.” Huh, apparently Casey heard it too. “But I mean the four basic elements—earth, fire, air, and water. We have a turn of all four seasons so basically one year to solve the riddles in the prophecy or else all is lost.”
“What’s lost?” Micah asked, trying desperately to understand his mate.
“Oh you know, light, love, laughter pretty much everything good in the world. Aeron is not a person—he is a Celtic god, and he is the god of carnage and chaos.” Casey stood up and started pacing.
“Like this Olwen chick you were talking about.”
“No, Olwen is good, Aeron is bad. Basically, his name actually means carnage. If the four of us are unable to solve our portion of the prophecy, then Aeron wins. The world will be open to him and his followers. Carnage and chaos will reign. It all ties back to Olwen and the love of her life, Rohan. They lived in the time of the gods. Olwen was the daughter of the King, and Rohan was the Captain of his Guard. They fell in love hard and quickly. Just when they were going to tell her father about their love and hopefully marry, Olwen told her sister, Agron.”
“What Olwen didn’t know is that Agron was in love with Rohan herself and driven by jealousy, she turned to a witch who practiced the black arts. They placed a curse, not on Olwen, but on their father. If Olwen married Rohan, then her father would die. Rather than be the reason for the death of her father and unable to stand seeing Rohan every day and unable to be with him, Olwen fled to the Otherworld. It was there that Aeron saw her, and wanted to claim her as his own. She refused, and he has tried to force her for centuries. If he succeeds then he controls this realm, her realm. She has stayed there in that horrible place, to keep him from our realm and she has been fighting him ever since.
“She has this one opportunity to get away from him and the Otherworld and that is through the completion of the prophecy of the Elementals. The Elementals will rise during that time, and be drawn to a place where Olwen will be able to make the transition between realms. That place is Freedom Springs, ironic given the name, huh?” Throughout
the story, Micah had remained still, listening to the voice of his mate. Her voice filled with sadness when she told the story, and then a fierce strength when she talked about solving this prophecy and saving this Olwen person. As difficult as it was to believe, it was just as difficult to discount how much Casey believed it.
He looked at Ryan and then back to Casey. He had absolutely no idea what to do now. Casey became nervous, then angry, and then determined in the space of thirty seconds of silence. She had such an expressive face that he couldn’t help but read each and every emotion there. “Come with me,” she growled as she moved out of the lounge. “Now!” she yelled when they just sat there trying to process everything.
“Watch that tone, baby,” Micah growled eyes narrowing. Ryan grinned like an ass and Casey the little minx poked her tongue out at him. “I will drag you back upstairs and show you what to do with that tongue of yours if you want me to.” His voice was a growl, letting her know he was serious. Her cheeks flushed and her heart raced a little and he was seconds away from doing exactly that.
“For fuck’s sake, could you please dial back on all the flirty lusting over each other until I have some answers and have left?” Ryan grumbled as he pushed up from the chair and walked out after Casey. Micah couldn’t stop the huge grin as he swaggered out after them, hands in his pockets.
“Okay, baby,” he drawled. “What do you want to show us?”
Casey stood at the edge of the porch overlooking his yard. “Could both of you go down and stand on the grass for me, please?” Micah shared a glance with his brother and they both shrugged. Hell, in for a penny, right? So, both of them stepped down from the porch and walked out onto the grass.
