by Meg Xuemei X
Sebastian stared at us, his face red, too. “So, it’s coming back, the fever?”
Max chuckled without humor. “It’s never left, not even in the battlefield when we slaughtered the monsters.”
Sebastian waved a hand. “Then this cave presents the perfect place to solve that thorny issue. I spotted a few rooms that way, and one room has a door.”
I glared at him. “Shut up, Bas.”
“At least we aren’t in the open,” Sebastian said. “I’m not happy with the solution, either. But your mating fever has been driving everyone nuts.”
I left the table and stormed away. I didn’t want everyone to keep talking about how horny I was. It wasn’t something that I could control. And I needed to find a room where all of us could rest and where I could heal my brother and Octavia.
I also needed to inspect Max and Ash and make sure they weren’t injured. As I pictured myself examining the gorgeous males, my blood raced giddily in my veins, and heat wrapped all around me.
The cave turned out to have three private rooms and a small kitchen area as well. I called my brother and Octavia into one of the open rooms that had three beds.
Whoever had prepared this spot for my companions and me was thorough. Other than food, there were clean outfits and some necessities in every room.
I wasn’t an expert in healing, but I got the job done. After I sealed Sebastian and Octavia’s wounds, I let them rest and exited the room with Max.
Max led me into the room with a door.
Inside, a large bed with clean sheets rested close to the polished, rocky wall. Near the bed was a round table with a bottle of wine and three tall glasses on it. I stared at the dark red liquid inside the wine bottle. Was it part of the Prophet’s hospitality as well?
Had she foreseen how I would spend the night in this room with both Max and Ash? I should feel grateful for her consideration, but this whole setting bordered on creepiness. Who liked to be featured in a psychic’s visions, especially when it involved intimacy?
Max, however, didn’t have a problem with the gifts.
“Wine?” he said with a grin. “Just what we need.”
I bet he, Ash, and Elijah were all part of the privileged class in the Upper Realm. They didn’t have the slave mentality and scars like Sebastian, Octavia, and I had. Did that mean there would be a huge gap between us, since we came from different backgrounds?
I had been a princess, but I’d been stolen and lived as a branded slave for two decades. That was the only life I’d known, though I rebelled against being a slave with my every fiber.
Max closed the door gently behind us.
It was just Max and me now, in this room, alone.
My heart fluttered, and my breath hitched at what would happen next.
Our eyes met. His heated gaze roved my every inch, my every curve, caressing without touch.
Wildfire licked up my torso, heating every inch of my skin. I’d combust if I didn’t strip bare now.
Then I noticed the bathtub at the end of the spacious room. Beside it was a low, square stone desk with a stack of towels and new outfits on it.
Maybe there was even warm water in the tub? I hoped so, since I really needed to wash all the blood, grime, dirt, and sweat off me.
I scrambled toward the tub, hearing Max’s chuckles behind me.
Thank gods, clear water filled one-third of the bronze tub.
I glanced at Max over my shoulder, and his hooded amber eyes never left me. He was my destined mate. There was no need to be shy in front of him. Sooner or later, we would mate.
I’d used every shred of my will to push back the mating call, and my willpower was now frayed to a thread. I was so tired of fighting the raging need in me.
It was meaningless and useless to keep resisting anyway.
I shrugged off my dirty clothes as fast as I could. If the circumstances were different, I would probably strip myself in a sensual, seductive way.
But now the need to be clean topped all.
“Need help?” Max asked hoarsely, yet his voice was laden with sweet seduction.
I flashed him a wicked grin and pulled off the last piece of clothing—my panties.
I turned to face the tub and contained a smirk as I heard a low groan rumble from his chest.
Before I raised my leg and climbed into the tall tub, Max was at my side, scooping me up and laying me gently in the water.
I sank under the water and let it rinse my hair. When I broke the surface of the water, Max had stripped himself nude.
His huge erection jerked forward at my lustful gaze. It was as beautiful as his wings, which were invisible now.
My mouth went dry, and I licked my lips.
I wanted to lick his cock, and then suck it hard.
“Like what you see, doll?” he asked huskily, intense lust twisting his face.
I stared at his manhood, thinking how good it would be to have his large, hard shaft thrust into my heat.
He stepped closer, and the head of his dick brushed over my flaming cheek.
“What are you doing?” I whispered as my body burned with need for him.
“Sharing a bath with you,” he said bluntly. “Then I’ll taste you and savor you slowly before I fuck you like a proper mate.”
“That is inevitable,” I breathed out.
“It is,” he said with a smile. “And I’ll make sure you enjoy every second.”
I parted my lips again, wanting to issue an opinion or probably an instruction, but then I clamped my mouth shut. In my current condition, every string of words rolling from my loose tongue would sound silly and ridiculous, since I could barely use my mind.
Max slid into the tub and settled opposite me. The water rose to the brim of the tub.
His cock remained hard in the cool water.
“My cock has been hard for you for days,” he said, noticing me staring at his manhood in fascination. “I’ll always have a hard-on when you’re around.”
His words sent intense heat all over my body, especially to the flesh between my thighs.
I squeezed them again because of the aching inside.
“You don’t need to squeeze your little pussy anymore, doll,” he said. “Soon you’ll have my cock inside you. I’ll take care of you. I’ll fuck you all night in every way I can think of.”
Was that the way mates talked to each other? I wasn’t a virgin anymore, but I was inexperienced, given that before I met all three of them, I had never been attracted to any male.
And I didn’t want to dwell on how many women they’d had in their long immortal lives.
“Let’s wash you first, shall we, doll?” he asked.
There was no vulnerability in him, only harsh, burning lust.
Max was all male and solid steel, yet I felt safe showing him my nakedness and vulnerability, knowing that he would protect both, even if I didn’t know how to protect myself.
He grabbed a washcloth from the desk and started cleaning my face. He dragged it down to my neck, then the swell of my breasts.
My breasts had felt so heavy for so long, and my pink nipples looked ripe. The washcloth lingered on my breasts, Max’s gaze growing more hooded.
Hunger darkened his amber eyes, golden flames lighting their depths.
He moved the washcloth down, cleaning me all the way, until it was between my thighs.
The whole time, I sat still, feeling flames burning my every inch. He rubbed my pussy with the washcloth, then discarded it and used his palm. His thumb brushed my swollen clit while his fingers moved over my plump folds.
“Were you wet for me all this time?” he asked softly.
I breathed. “You know that already.”
“I want you to say it, doll. Admit it to your mate.”
“Yes.” I moaned at the pleasure as he inserted his large finger into my heat. “I’ve been wet for you ever since I saw you the first time.”
“That’s my babe,” he said in approval, his voice thick w
ith lust as he lifted me up and sat me on his lap, straddling him. His mouth came down on me hard, scorching my lips with his wild passion. I opened my lips, and his tongue thrust in, dancing with mine, possessive and dominating.
He tasted like flame and cypress and fine male. Pleasure rippled in me, tingling on my skin. I’d never get enough of this, enough of him.
While he kissed me deeply, he didn’t forget to wash my back, then my bottom. His moves were so smooth and efficient, I wondered if he’d bathed anyone else.
Jealousy was one of the worst emotions, so I dragged myself back and stayed in the moment with him. I commanded myself to be reasonable. All four of my mates were immortals who had lived centuries longer than me. It was utterly ridiculous for me to demand they have no romantic past and bed no woman.
I shared everything with them now, and I was their future.
They’d come for me.
As for now, it was me—not any other women—in the tub with Max.
Shouldn’t that be enough?
As if perceiving my dark thoughts, Max broke our kiss.
“No matter how many women I’ve had in the past, it doesn’t matter,” he said. “I belong to only you, always and forever.”
I picked up the washcloth and washed him in return, leaving his heavy shaft for last.
He gasped and enjoyed my every touch, his eyes bright and dark at the same time as lust ruled him. I tossed the washcloth to the edge of the tub and reached for his cock.
It was so big that my hand couldn’t fully close around it. I formed a half-fist around its girth and glided down to its base before moving my hand up again.
“That’s right, doll,” he said. “Play with it however you want. It’s yours.”
It didn’t take long for him to heave me up and carry me out of the water. With a towel he took from the desk, he patted me dry, then dried himself.
I leaned forward and licked a few drops on his tanned, muscled, and tattooed chest.
He cupped my breast, his fingers kneading my taut nipple, and his manhood pressed hard against my belly.
He braced his legs, bent at the knees, and brushed his cock roughly between my folds. I could feel them opening like petals, ready and eager to receive him.
Incredible sensations swayed in me, making me feel lightheaded.
Just as I thought he would fuck me where I stood, I was in his arms again.
He carted me to the bed and laid me down in the center, then he got on the sheet as well. His lust-filled gaze roamed my body, lingering longer on my breasts before fixing on the valley between my thighs.
I hitched a breath and parted my legs for him.
He rasped, “Ayanna, you awoke every primal male need in me. I didn’t think it was even possible to feel this way.”
“It’s the fate thing,” I whispered in burning lust. “Fate drives us toward each other.”
“It’s more than that,” he said. “Even without the mating call, I’d want you as I’ve wanted no other. Fate or not, I don’t care. You’re mine.”
His mouth slanted over mine, his tongue invading my parted lips, thrusting toward my throat.
I writhed as his large body hovered over me.
He tore his lips from mine. “I want to taste you slowly, doll,” he said, his rich voice slurring in scorching, harsh male desire. “But I’m no longer capable of controlling myself. I have to fuck you hard now.”
“I can take it,” I said, reaching out to hold his cock. I gave its steel-hard length a rough pump. “Fuck me, Max. I can’t bear it anymore.”
“After I fuck you harder than you can take, I’ll taste you slowly,” he said. “This fever in me is reversing the whole mating process. After I claim you, I’ll court you properly.”
“What are you waiting for?” I whimpered. “Just screw me hard already.”
He chuckled. “Can’t wait to be fucked?”
I’d once imagined sex to be sweet, gentle, and innocent, like feather-light snowflakes in a dream. Like a gentle wind that didn’t exist in the Underworld.
But now all I wanted was wildfire burning me, burning us.
I was no longer a girl. I was a woman.
“I want it all dirty and sweaty, Max,” I purred, wiggling my ass. “I want to be fucked by you hard.”
Max pounced.
His large, powerful hand cupped and squeezed my breast before it moved to give my pussy one last stroke, then he was on top of me, his weight delicious and satisfying.
He nudged his cock at my entrance.
“Please,” I begged.
His large shaft brushed open my folds and pushed into my narrow passage.
I cried as pleasure hit me, and my moans undid him.
He drove into me explosively and hit my molten depths with one thrust. He didn’t pause, but moved inside me vehemently. Foreplay was over, and this was a powerful male fucking his mate.
“So tight. So hot,” he groaned and cursed. Lust turned his handsome face beastly, and I was so turned on I could barely think.
He thrust in and out—steady, fast, and relentless.
I bucked up my hips to take him in deeper.
The only sound in the room was our wet, hard slapping.
My legs clamped over his waist as he moved on top of me at brutal speed, and my fingernails raked across his taut muscles.
A low growl rumbled from his chest, and his eyes burned golden. “I’m fucking this gorgeous pussy. You’re mine, mine to protect, treasure, and fuck. I’ll never let you go.”
With that dark, possessive promise, his cock grew even larger and harder as it thrust into my core.
I screamed. The pleasure was so intense that it numbed me for a second before returning with punishing force.
My mind lost all coherent thoughts, and I uttered animal-like sounds.
I was in heat. I was more than in heat.
I arched my back and propelled my hips toward him with brutal strength, exposing my bare, moist sex. I was part archangel and part dragonian. I could match up to my mates in raw strength and brutality.
A guttural sound came out of the depth of his throat.
“Fuck me however you want, woman.”
We met in the middle, his cock plunging into me as I rammed up to meet his hard strokes. I raised my head to watch how we joined and fucked. The view of my pussy gloving his cock so tightly and perfectly was the most erotic sight ever.
Fire traveled in me, lighting up every cell.
“Now I’m going to fuck you really hard,” he said, a crimson ring appearing in his burning golden eyes.
I blinked and panted, “You haven’t already?”
“I haven’t even started, doll,” he said. “Can your sweet little pussy take it, take however I fuck you?”
“What do you think?” I asked. “I’m your mate.”
“When I claim you hard, I’ll have to drink from you,” he warned, the words slurring as thick lust laced his voice. It was a wonder he could even express himself.
He plunged into me with bruising force, his strength slamming into my core again and again, yet my strength not only met his, but teased it.
Give me everything you have, male, it challenged. Don’t you ever fucking hold back.
“I’ll give you everything, my spitfire doll, my one and only mate,” he answered, delivering a quick succession of deep, hard thrusts, every one hitting my sensitive spots, sending waves of pleasure to my nerve endings.
His plunges pushed me to the peak of the tidal wave, then dragged me down to the abyss, before tossing me up to the apex of the wave again.
I was filled and stretched to my limit.
Yet we still fucked vehemently and relentlessly, in the grip of our mating frenzy.
And it was more than that.
Max thrust and thrust, searing me and marking me, harder and faster.
Then his wings appeared, arching high, fire sparking from the velvet, obsidian feathers.
His archangel and vampire strength poured
into me, and I received it all greedily. I was drunk on it.
When his next thrusts impaled my molten depths, I exploded around his cock.
Yet I wouldn’t stop moving. Hot lava coursing in me, I needed to fuck him again.
Max roared, thrusting through my hot waves, and then his mouth came down on the column of my neck. His fangs grazed my skin, sending tingling sensation all over me, before they pierced my vein.
A sharp burning pain faded as soon as it arrived, in its wake, dizzying pleasure burning through me. My second orgasm blasted on top of the first one, searing me.
Max drank from me with insatiable thirst, and I would have let him drain me, lost in the haze of lust and raw need I never knew could exist. But then he suddenly drew back, licked my neck, and sealed the wound.
“I won’t take any more from you, doll,” he said roughly, “or I won’t be able to stop. Your blood is a fire song in my veins. You’re the fire song in my soul, mate.”
A mystical connection between us snapped into shape, a faint blue thread beaming between us. Max stared at it in amazement, then a stream of flame burst out of me, slamming into him, just like it had hit Elijah.
Max let out a groan of mixed pain and pleasure.
The purple-gold icon ignited on my inner arm and duplicated itself on his chest.
“You’ve just marked me as yours,” he said, his eyes sparkling with contentment and amusement. “You’re quite possessive and territorial, doll, even though you know very well I’ll never go anywhere without you.”
I flushed. “I have no control over that.”
Despite his tease, lust remained thick in his glinting golden eyes.
And to my delight, his cock remained as hard as granite.
My mates all had great stamina. That seemed to be the benefit of having powerful immortal mates. I’d never need to worry about their performance in the bedroom.
“Of course not,” Max said, as if reading my mind. “We’ll satisfy your every need and fantasy, little mate. You’ll see.”
So dominant. So cocky. Yet I liked it very much.
“Since you promised to satisfy my every need and dark fantasy,” I purred, surprised by my inner vixen, “I’ll have to take you up on your offer. For the next round, I have to be on top.”
