by BETH KERY
He placed his hand at the small of her back and pushed down softly.
“Bend over more,” he rasped, his lust-thick voice increasing her trembling.
She complied, sending her tailbone higher. He softly caressed her ass, the gesture striking her as delicious.
“And Stina?”
“Yes?”
“I’m going to ride you hard. Brace yourself.”
He separated her ass cheeks and held her in a strong grip. Her mouth dropped open as he slowly sank into her pussy, forcing her soft flesh to give way to his steely length. He pumped, firm but gentle, working his thick shaft into her tight sheath farther and farther with each pass. His low growl as he carved his way into her flesh was like the rumble of the earth before a volcanic explosion.
He paused when he was submerged mid-staff and firmed his hold on her buttocks, squeezing them in a manner that sent a jolt of excitement through her pussy.
“You’d never believe me if I told you how many times I fantasized about taking you just like this.” His voice ran through her like a current of energy; it vibrated, not just with emotion, but with the effort of restraint, she realized. “Fucking you here, your scent mixing with the trees and the grass, the moonlight on your naked skin.”
“I’m yours to take, Saint. I always have been.”
He made a choking sound. A thrill went through her when he tightened his hold on her ass. He sank his cock into her, making her gasp.
He’d been right to warn her to brace herself. He fucked her deep and thoroughly, grunting in primal satisfaction every time he smacked their flesh together. For several sensation-infused moments, her voice box seemed to lock up. Her mouth hung open as he crashed into her, causing a nearly unbearable friction deep inside her body.
Her consciousness narrowed until she swam in a haze of throbbing sensation and jaw-tightening pressure. It was too much, so she couldn’t understand why she hissed for him to fuck her harder…daring him to take what was his…taunting him, even. He drove into her, a primed, well-lubricated piston, his actions so relentless and precise that Christina knew he’d accepted her challenge.
Reveled in it.
He gave himself in the way she’d always dreamed he would—no holds barred and without a shred of doubt or constraint. She groaned when she felt his cock jerk inside her and heard his guttural groan. She hovered on the crest of her own climax. He suddenly smacked her ass twice with his palm, brisk and demanding. The unexpected bursts of sensation sent her right over the edge.
He lifted her upper body, dipping his knees and pressing her back into his chest. He buried his face in the juncture of her neck and shoulder and held her tight. His cock throbbed as he continued to shoot his seed deep inside her.
Christina knew she’d never forget the sound Saint made against her skin at that moment. His cry was anguished and blissful at once, the sound of a lost, suffering soul finally coming home.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Dawn peeked around the corners of the drapery, casting the bedroom in gray shadows. The silence hung thick and heavy, interrupted only by Saint’s low growls of pleasure and the wet sounds Christina made as she took him in her mouth, her movements growing faster and more forceful with each passing second.
Christina had refused to sleep far away from Aidan that night. Not that Saint and she had ever slept…but still. Saint was so energized, not only by the crystal chamber, but also by Christina’s powerful vitessence, that he didn’t need to sleep in the depths of the earth to revitalize himself. They’d chosen a guest bedroom down the hall from Aidan and proceeded to ravish each other all night long.
His fingers laced through Christina’s hair, holding it off her face. He leaned against the pillows, his breath hissing past his lips, his gaze glued to the erotic sight of his cock sliding between Christina’s lips. Their minds were exquisitely joined at that moment. He cupped her head gently, knowing she was aroused by the gesture…the subtle hint that he could command her motions if he chose.
His sexual stamina was much greater than the typical human male’s, but he’d never guessed at the furthest limits of it until he’d spent a night of unrestrained passion with Christina. He’d lost track of the number of times they’d made love. He wouldn’t have guessed he could become so aroused after drowning in her time and time again, but here he was…
Stiff enough to hammer nails with his cock.
Ripples of pure pleasure went through him at every slide of her firm lips and flick of her quick tongue. She’d quickly learned his sweet spot—a quarter-sized patch of skin on the underside of his cock just beneath the rim. She liked to torture him by giving it a good, hard tongue polishing, making him growl in mixed gratification and warning. Her strong, steady suction told him loud and clear how hungry she was. He massaged her skull in tiny circular motions and spoke to her while she sucked him.
“Such a hot, little mouth. If you had any idea what I want to do to it, you might not be so eager.”
Her low, sexy moan vibrated into his cock.
He smiled as she took him deeper, her lips stretching wide around the thick shaft.
“You’d like it, wouldn’t you, lovely?”
His cock twitched as she nodded.
A jolt of awareness went through him and he groaned. She glanced up, her shiny green eyes asking a question.
“Aidan just woke up,” he muttered. She lifted her head and his cock slid out of her mouth. It fell to his belly with a wet whapping sound. He grimaced at the pain of deprivation. He stopped himself from ordering her to put his cock back in her warm, wet heat immediately.
“Tell him to go back to sleep.” He ground his back teeth together at the sound of her voice. It was rough and indescribably sexy from taking his cock so deep.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” he rasped, his gaze fixed on her puffy, reddened lips. He’d ravaged them again and again throughout the night. He couldn’t concentrate for thinking about doing it again right that second.
“Use that mind thing you do.” She frowned at him when he just stared at her, his brow furrowed. “You’re a parent, Saint. Now isn’t the time to get all ethical over mind control.”
He gave her a wry look. “Fardusk and Kavya say Aidan’s strength may one day surpass mine.”
“That day isn’t today though, Saint.” He tensed when she blew softly on his damp erection. The base of his spine tingled with pleasure. “Now, tell your son to go back to sleep. He needs the rest,” she proclaimed before she grabbed the base of his cock, lifting it like a tent-pole off his body.
Something feral and hot flared in his chest when he saw her open her lips. He did what she’d suggested in a flash of potent ascendancy, sending Aidan contentedly back to his dreams.
Christina cried out when he grabbed her shoulders and flipped her onto her back, her head bouncing off the stacked pillows. She paused in surprised laughter when she glanced at his face.
She watched him, her green eyes wide as he straddled her and inched his knees forward until they pressed into the juncture of her arms and torso. He held her stare as he placed his hands on the headboard and leaned over her, the head of his cock brushing against her moist lips. They parted hungrily. He transferred his hand to her nape, restraining her from leaning forward and sucking him by gently fisting her hair.
“You’re done with teasing. I’ll fuck your lovely mouth now. Part your lips. Just a little,” he informed her gruffly when she started to open wide to accommodate him. “My cock will stretch them.” He couldn’t help but smile when he drove between her red lips, demonstrating his point, and her eyes went even wider.
He paused with several inches of throbbing penis penetrating her sultry mouth. He firmed his hold on her hair and adjusted his body, getting just the right angle.
She began to make a low, humming sound when he began to fuck her mouth shallowly, refusing to let her move. It drove him crazy that sound, the tiny vibrations emanating into his plunging cock. He studied her face intentl
y for signs of discomfort, but he needn’t have. They were so connected that he easily sensed her profound arousal.
“You like this, don’t you?” he rasped as he plunged his cock deeper, and then withdrew along her wet tongue until only the head was in her mouth. She rubbed her tongue over his sweet spot briskly, but he drove into her again, stretching her lips. It felt delicious, and since he wasn’t touching the back of her throat, he made free with her, thrusting fast and furious, pumping into her wet heat.
“Answer me, Christina,” he demanded thickly. “You like being used for my pleasure. You enjoy letting me fuck your sweet mouth.”
She nodded as she stared up at him. Her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked him hard.
“Ahhh,” he grimaced in pleasure and pushed farther into her mouth. When he felt the narrow opening of her throat grip at the tip of his cock, he withdrew. She was ready for him when he thrust again, breathing through her nose.
He held onto his restraint carefully while he took her deep. When he couldn’t stand it anymore, he held onto the headboard with both hands and fucked her mouth, shallow and fast, plunging into her again and again. He opened his eyes just before orgasm slammed into him, the sight of her wide-eyed stare and spread lips triggering his release.
He continued to fuck her face as he exploded in her mouth. When his intense shudders of pleasure waned, he wrapped his hand around his hypersensitive cock and withdrew it until only the tip rested between her lips. He trembled as he pumped himself and poured his last drops of semen on her beautiful, parted lips. When her tongue came out, quick and furtive, cleaning his come, he groaned and came down over her, belly to belly.
“Stina. What you do to me.” He apologized to her telepathically when he sunk his head and ravaged her mouth yet again.
“I’ll never get enough of you.”
“I go a long way, Saint,” he heard her say in his mind.
A smile shaped his ravishing mouth. “I noticed.”
A minute later, he rested his head on the pillow next to Christina while both of their hearts slowed. A wave of sleepiness struck him, but he resisted its pull. He turned a topic over in his mind, examining it from all angles.
“Do you really think I can be a father to Aidan?”
“Yes,” Christina whispered, her breath tickling his cheek.
He turned his head. She watched him in the dim light.
“How can you be so sure?”
“He already loves you. Just spend time with him, like you always have. The rest will come of its own accord. It can’t be forced,” she replied in a hushed tone.
“So…we’ll tell him then?”
Christina sighed and caressed his perspiration-slick shoulder with gentle fingertips. “Let Aidan accustom to this new change in his life first. Then we’ll tell him.” She met his gaze. “We’ll tell him soon, Saint. I promise.”
He nodded, accepting. When she noticed how he continued to study her face, she gave a small grin.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I took from you often this night. Are you well?”
Her smile was radiant. “I have never felt better in my life.”
He shook his head in wonderment. “I would never have dreamed it was possible. It must be the crystal chamber that made it so. Or perhaps it’s you—the miracle of your strength.”
She laced her fingers through the perspiration-damp hair at his nape and rubbed his scalp. Her tender gesture nearly undid him at that moment, for some strange reason.
“I am not the miracle, Saint,” Christina whispered before she took his head in both of her hands and drew him down to her breast.
He slept more soundly for the next few hours than he ever had in his life.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Fardusk stood beneath the shade of a maple tree and watched the impromptu baseball game, his stony features never shifting except for once, when he’d bellowed for Aidan to “move, young-un,” after Aidan had stood staring at the high fly-ball he’d just hit off Alison’s pitch.
Aidan had been running fleetly, cheered on by Saint and Christina, by the time the ball hit the roof of the gazebo and rolled down toward a quickly approaching Isi. Aidan traveled around the bases as fast as a long-legged gazelle with a leopard on its heels, but Isi’s rapid, supernaturally precise throw to Alison, who now stood at home plate, beat Aidan by a whisper’s breath.
“You’re out!” Fardusk shouted.
After Kavya had departed earlier, the Iniskium chief had suddenly proclaimed that they would have a game of baseball. Christina suspected he thought Aidan had trained long enough learning about his wolf-self today, and thought the boy deserved a break.
But there was more to Fardusk’s seemingly casual decision, Christina realized as she blinked the dipping sun out of her eyes. Playing on the same team as Saint and Aidan was a fun, relaxing way for them to bond under the unusual circumstances of them learning about Aidan’s parentage. It was as if Fardusk somehow knew that, although Aidan, Christina and Saint often fooled around playing baseball in Whitby’s yard, they were always divided into separate teams.
But not this evening.
Fardusk moved way up in Christina’s estimation. There must have been good reason for him to have been named chief of the Iniskium so many centuries before.
Aidan groaned and kicked at the rubber home plate in frustration at being called out. He gave Saint a sheepish grin when Saint cuffed his head gently, urging him to let go of his anger.
Alison removed Aidan’s mitt and shook her right hand, her mouth hanging open in a wince. Her scowl at Isi when he approached thinly disguised a grin. “You frickin’ made my hand go numb, you spaz.”
Isi’s smile flashed white in his dark face. He flexed his biceps beneath the arms of his short-sleeved T-shirt, pointing at the bulging muscle. “That ripped piece of flesh is why your hand went numb. I’m actually impressed you didn’t drop it, tasty morsel.”
Alison rolled her eyes. “Yeah, not to mention the fact that you’re some kind of paranormal freak. And quit calling me that stupid name.”
Christina glanced at Saint before she walked out into the yard to pitch.
“Isi hasn’t bitten Alison, Stina. Even if he had, the Iniskium are very cautious in the way they take blood. They respect life. Isi’s calling Alison tasty for a much more mundane reason.” Christina blinked when she heard Saint’s dry sarcasm resounding in her brain. Saint had obviously also noticed Isi had switched tiny for tasty in his pet name for Alison.
She threw him a dark glance. When she saw the slight quirk of his handsome mouth, she hid her own smile. She left Saint to do the catching—Alison had complained that Saint’s pitches were too fast to even see, let alone hit—and joined Aidan in the yard.
She wasn’t sure how she felt about the news that the young couple had a thing for each other. Alison was here because of Christina after all. She was responsible for the young woman’s safety until something was done to ensure her security from Teslar. Surely keeping Alison out of trouble didn’t involve her getting mixed up with a wolf-shifter who possessed various supernatural powers?
You’re not only in love with a similar creature, but your son is one as well, she reminded herself as she took her position on their ad-hoc pitcher’s mound. The thought landed like a small blow on her chest. She had to force herself to inhale, slightly unsettled by the new reality of her life.
Besides, Isi was actually ancient, not young, she tried to reassure herself as she studied him while she prepared to pitch to Alison. Although he seemed precisely like a typical, good-looking young man at that moment, strutting around for an attractive female with backyard bravado.
At least, Isi seemed like that when he wasn’t glancing at Alison with a narrow-eyed gaze. It occurred rarely enough, but Christina had observed those dark glances and sensed the accompanying brooding emotions emanating from Isi enough times to know his feelings toward Alison were far from simple.
Come to thi
nk of it, she saw Saint occasionally watching Alison with that precise same expression on his face.
She became distracted by the sight of Alison picking up the bat.
“You got any heat, tasty?” Isi needled the young woman.
Alison returned Isi’s cocky grin in like measure.
“I played on a championship girl’s softball team in high school.” Alison pointed the tip of the bat toward the tall hedge of bushes that lined the east boundary of Whitby. “Right into the lake, wolf-boy.”
Isi raised his dark eyebrows, his smirk letting Alison know he’d believe it when he saw it.
“Hey, Alison!” Aidan yelled from the outfield, running toward the position where he’d just seen her point the bat. “Not in the water, okay? I just got that ball!”
Alison laughed. “No worries, kid. I’ve got a very precise swing.”
Christina threw her pitch. Her mouth fell open in disbelief when the girl smacked the ball in the exact direction where she’d predicted. Alison was halfway to first while the ball still arced high in the air. Christina laughed as she hurried to the outfield.
“To second, Aidan!” she called out to her son, who was running toward the far reaches of the yard, long, thin legs pumping, his eye never leaving the flying ball.
A sliver of anxiety cut through her sense of fun when Saint called out sharply as Aidan neared the tall hedges.
She realized too late what the boy planned. Aidan crashed through the hedge after the ball, his thin body squeezing through what looked like an impenetrable space. She knew there was nothing on the other side of the bushes but a small spit of sand and Lake Michigan. Those tall hedges represented the eastern-most boundary of Whitby, at least in Christina’s mind.
And maybe, when it came to magic, a consensual belief that a certain thing consisted of a boundary was all that was required…
