by Setta Jay
“Eyes open, Ileana,” he growled. “I want you to see who’s in you. Who gives you what you need.” He started moving again as she eyed him, irritated. She wanted to defy his order, because there was no doubt that’s what it was, but the need to come was stronger. Her hips grinded against him and two thick digits slid inside again. She moaned at the sensation of being filled. He pumped into her as his thumb worked the bud, making her desperate for more.
“Fuck, you’re so damned tight. Your pussy is gonna choke my dick, kitten.”
“Good thing it doesn’t need air,” she panted out as she got closer. One leg lifted up to his hip as her nails dug into his scalp. His lips tilted as he worked her harder. “That’s it. Come on my fingers and I’ll take my taste.” The promise of his mouth set her off. Tremors racked her body as her channel convulsed, gripping his fingers deep inside.
His mouth descended on hers, his tongue twining and retreating only to return and tempt her all over again as her fingers gripped his hair tighter. She moved her palms to his chest and tried pushing him back into the wall. The climax had only made her hungry for more.
Instead of budging under the force of her hands, he lifted her up and growled into her mouth. He pressed her back tight to the wall. Finally. Her legs wrapped around his hips, trapping his cock between them as his lips grew more insistent. One hand fisted in her wet hair, tugging and maneuvering her mouth from side to side, as the other big palm lifted her breast and he flicked her achingly tight nipple with his thumb before pinching hard. Her back arched as she moved her hips, her pussy grinding into his hot cock as he gave her two hard pumps against her clit. Whimpering noises issued into his mouth as she rocked against him. Never had she wanted to be filled and never had she imagined the need for it to be so all consuming.
Fuck me, she snarled into the mind link.
He broke his lips from hers and stared hard into her eyes. “No,” he growled.
She gasped and then gaped at him before narrowing her eyes. He was seriously going to deny himself too?
“Sweet of you to care, kitten.” His tight-lipped sarcasm set her nerves on edge. He was burning up, his cock throbbing against her sweet spot, so good, but not enough.
She squirmed and reached down to see just how much restraint he really had. She didn’t get there before she was lifted up so high her head almost hit the high ceiling, her legs wrapped over his wide shoulders before she even knew what he was doing.
His mouth descended like a feral animal, eating her insistently as if he were starved for her. A keening noise filtered from her lips. Steam filled her lungs as she gasped and dug her nails into his hair and jolted against his eager mouth. His tongue and teeth, his whole face rubbed, licked or sucked her as he growled against her needy flesh. Shit. His raspy tongue tunneled inside. His palms gripped her ass tight, holding her against him. Deeper and deeper he used his tongue before moving to her clit and nipping it. She came on a scream. Never had she felt anything like what he was doing to her.
Fuck, he growled as his muscles twitched under her thighs. You taste so damned good. I could spend all night eating your pussy. Again! Give me more cream, kitten, he demanded and went about bringing her higher all over again. Her heels dug into his tense back as her entire being focused on his demanding mouth. His tongue was so wicked she bit her lip as her back arched and her hands found the ceiling. She wanted more, less… She had no idea, couldn’t think. She wasn’t sure how he was breathing, and then he purred against her clit and she ignited all over again.
In a flash, the water shut off and she was dropped down into his arms and carried into the bedroom. Her wet back met soft bedding, barely feeling the blankets against her skin as he crawled between her thighs, every inch the predator tracking her body. Her limbs shook as she watched him through lowered lids. He took her lips in a deep thorough kiss as one hand moved between her thighs, his fingers seeking and then inching inside her as she tasted herself. She thrust against it and went to touch his cock as he growled into her mouth, bright blue eyes flashing and bright. “What did I say?”
What? She was dazed with the ever-increasing need for more. Her eyes focused on his lips and down his beautiful body to the straining part of him that she wanted to play with.
“No,” he growled before pulling his fingers out. She groaned in protest as he left her empty and he settled his weight on her and kissed and licked at her lips and then trailed to her neck. He fisted her hair and descended on her, so fast, so powerful, his face was inches from hers. His skin was pulled tight and his eyes were wild as his fingers tunneled in her hair, holding her still. “Look at me,” he said as she felt his hips flexing, his cock sliding over her. “Look at the last male to ever touch you, to have this tight pussy. Your tiny ass.” His lips took hers in a fleeting kiss. “These lips. This means something.”
She gaped at the male, shaking her head.
“It means everything,” he growled.
She hated the possessive words, hated that they sent gooseflesh over her body and set her animal purring in pleasure, but all thought was lost when he dipped his cock to her opening and started pushing inside. She moaned as her body stretched to take him. It was intense, the pleasure mind-blowing as he thrust slowly, watching her closely as he groaned. “So tight and wet, so fucking perfect,” he growled through clenched teeth.
His weight pinned her beneath him as he gave her each slow slide into her body. Each thrust more drugging than the last as he thrust deep and retreated before doing it all over again. She gasped, tried bucking into him, wanting more, harder, but he held her firmly without even trying. Her vision grew hazy; her cat loved the display of sheer strength.
His arms shook as he pushed in again. Over and over until she was lost, gasping and pulling at him. Her walls pulsed as he moved faster, deeper, hitting her just right before sending her over the edge into screaming ecstasy. His head fell back, showing the tight tendons of his neck as he groaned and came inside her.
“Fuck yeah.”
She felt warm, full, suddenly it was much more than a physical possession. Her beast purred in contentment when he lay over her, taking her lips as if he had every right.
She nipped at him. The lust was still there and she didn’t know how that was possible. He hadn’t softened inside her and was rocking her gently as she felt the full insanity of what was happening.
He broke the kiss as she struggled with it all. “Get off of me.”
“Tell me why you’re freaking out,” he demanded.
“Tell me how to guard my thoughts, now!” she snapped, furious that she’d been so consumed, so weak that she’d completely forgotten she needed to oust him from her mind.
“You’re not weak. Now relax, damn it.”
She snarled and felt her teeth lengthen as she glared at him.
Then she felt it. He was rummaging in her mind and she growled and fought his hold. She hated that it felt so good, so right, when it was all so wrong. Her mind was her own. Her body, hers to give as she wanted. Her heart a hardened shell that allowed nothing in. She was a warrior, not some princess sitting at some Emfanisi waiting for a male to sweep her off her feet and bear his young.
“Get out of my head,” she snapped.
His eyes searched hers as she gritted her teeth, and then finally the shield went up. She stilled, searched her mind, felt it, tested it and exhaled.
“I could have done that myself if you would have told me what the hell to do.” She was furious at the high-handedness and the fact that he’d taken her over so completely, a fact that her animal loved. She’d never been so at odds with her animal. Never, and it was making her insane. All her emotions conflicted inside her.
“Ileana, this doesn’t go away. I don’t go away,” he snarled at her. “I get that it’s a fucking lot to deal with. It is. We don’t know each other yet, but get this straight now, this is forever. You need to talk about it, talk.”
She couldn’t go there. She didn’t even know what to say
to that, so just stared at him for long minutes. She’d already decided that working with the Guardians was her best chance of getting to Elizabeth. Her secret was out; they knew of her ability. She couldn’t just go back to her old life completely. She would be around the male often, because of the hunt and because they’d have to feed the frenzy.
She massaged the back of her neck. She wasn’t delusional, but she needed to be alone to think of everything else. It had all happened so fast and there was still too much to process.
“I can’t think about that now. We need a plan to track Elizabeth and you need to tell me how she managed to get Apollo,” she said as she sat up in the bed, needing distance. She groaned as she felt his come slide out of her body. His eyes heated and shot to her thighs.
“Bastian or one of the others will find the Mageia and start there. You already know that,” he growled as his eyes flickered and moved up to her face again.
He sucked in a deep breath before speaking again. “Tell me about your family and I will tell you about Elizabeth.”
Her teeth ground together as she stared at him. She wanted the information, but she didn’t want to share her personal life with him and most definitely not something like that. “Let’s get this straight, Guardian. I understand and see the need to work together, but that’s all this is. Us fucking and working, not chatting and getting personal.”
Chapter 9
Guardian Compound, Tetartos Realm
Jax pinned his mate beneath him before she could even blink. Her small hands caught on his shoulders as the air jolted from her lungs.
“You’re really starting to piss me off with that shit, and trust me, you don’t want that. You. Are. Mine. This is for fucking eternity, and I take that shit seriously.”
She looked up at him, swallowing hard, her throat working. Was she searching for a way to refute what he’d said?
He cocked a challenging brow.
“Now explain,” Jax demanded. His female was driving him insane, but at the same time he enjoyed her fire. How did his brothers do this? He knew the answer to that fucked-up question. Not one of them had a prickly female with an attitude that rivaled Sander’s. No one had a fiery hellcat under their skin, setting them aflame. Fuck, she drove him nuts and ignited him in every damned way.
“Explain what?” she snapped.
“Tell me what exactly has you running scared?” He could actually hear her molars grinding and wanted to shake his head, or her. A mating was a rarity, something every damned Immortal dreamed of. It seemed her dreams ran exclusively to vengeance and he wanted to understand that, from her lips not the thoughts he’d heard.
“I’m not scared of anything. I have a life of my own. I like solitude and there’s no rule against that,” she snarled.
“Bullshit.”
She pushed against him, moving him an inch. She was taking deep breaths, an obvious attempt to diffuse her anger. The female had a temper. He wanted to know more about her. Shit, he intended to give her more than he’d ever offered another being. They would have what his brothers shared with their mates; to do that he needed to understand her.
She was different. She’d done something to him that he’d never imagined possible, and he was still wrapping his mind around it. He’d hoped things would be different with a mate; he’d never expected it to be everything.
The constant driving need to come wasn’t the same now. He still wanted her, the need was there, but his edginess had leveled out for the first time ever. The sweet taste of her pussy had started it, and filling her with come had taken him to new heights. Ones that left him stronger, left him in awe of his female.
He mentally shook his head. Even with his cock still hard and wanting her again, he was content to figure this shit out, and he would. He’d ferret out every secret his mate was hiding so they could move on.
“Let me up,” she snarled.
He forced his animal back. The cat wanted one thing, to claim her and finish this, sink his teeth into her soft skin and mark her, blood bond her now for eternity. His beast didn’t give a shit about her commitment issues and anxiety. It was too soon. She’d run or fight, and if she did, his cat would hunt, dominate, pin her down, fuck her as his teeth pierced her silky flesh.
He leaned in and nipped her pouty lower lip, letting her feel the pressure but not breaking the skin. She moaned and he lifted up on his arms, looking down at her flushed cheeks, pleased with her response.
After a deep breath she snarled, “Let me up.”
His eyes focused on her lips and then moved to her flashing eyes. Her cat was close to the surface and he could smell just how much she wanted him again. “Start talking, kitten.”
“I get it,” she growled. “Point made. You’re a big overbearing ass.” He watched the flickering of her eyes, practically saw her fighting the animal back.
He growled as he searched her mutinous eyes. She was so damned feisty and it was obvious she had no intention of telling him anything about herself, yet.
“Kitten, you need to learn some manners.” He looked down at her beautiful face, getting caught up in the miracle of what she was to him. He felt incredible and it was all because of her, not that he was stupid enough to share that fact with her. She wasn’t ready.
“Please let me up?” she growled. At least her panic had eased, making plenty of room for the frustration and annoyance showing on her beautiful face.
“Was it really so hard?” His lips twitched and he shook his head.
He heard a faint growl slip from her throat and it made his cock harder. He moved to his side. He was losing sight of the conversation they were supposed to be having. She was too damned addicting. The minute he eased away, she jumped from the bed. He settled his hands behind his head, a deceptively nonthreatening pose to ease her as he tracked her movements.
Her eyes kept slipping to his chest, over the piercings he hadn’t let her play with, and he grinned at the heated look she gave them. She wanted to play with him, he knew that. Her eyes slid to the tats on his shoulders, finally moving down his stomach to his cock, which pulsed in greeting. Her eyes changed from blue to gold, the cat fighting to get out, to get to him. He loved everything about that look. He grinned and her eyes shot to his lips.
“Why not start by telling me where you live?” He’d go easy on her, for now.
She swallowed and then closed her eyes for a second before snarling, “We. Are. Not. Friends.”
“No. We. Are. Mates,” he growled back with a raised brow.
“So that automatically makes us perfect for each other?” She pfft’d.
“Maybe. Who knows, kitten, but since you couldn’t keep your hands off me, we’re here. In the middle of the frenzy.”
“You were about to ruin the meeting,” she said through gritted teeth. “Otherwise I would have had no trouble keeping my hands to myself.” Her cheeks flushed a pretty pink. He guessed it was equal parts anger and arousal.
One more growl of frustration slipped from her lips and then she turned to his dresser, opening drawers. He tried not to laugh at the same time his dick twitched at the hot little noise.
“What are you looking for?” he drawled.
She whipped out some of his boxer briefs and socks before prancing her tight ass into his closet. His grin slid away as his gaze caressed her curves, his eyes glued to every seductive sway of her perfect hips and the glistening of his come on the inside of her thighs.
With a burst of speed his body was there blocking her exit from the walk-in closet. One hand rested on either side of the door, his body taking up most of the space as his eyes ate her up. He growled as she used one of his tee shirts to clean his come from between her thighs.
She glared at him as she tossed it to the ground and stole another one of his shirts, donning that and the other stolen items.
He groaned at the sight of her, knowing his briefs cradled her hot little pussy, leaving her scent all over them. The blue tee was way too big, but her tight nipple
s left sweet little peaks in the front. He considered lifting her up to suckle them through the material. He’d get it nice and wet and then blow on the fabric to see her body twitch and writhe for more. And she would writhe. Even angry her body was slicking his clothes, readying to take him again.
“Are we going somewhere?” His voice was low. They weren’t leaving this room any time soon and she knew it.
“I am going for a run. You are not.” He loved the husky sound to her voice. Her eyes locked on the metal framing his nipples and her cheeks flushed. The things got to her.
“Running, kitten?” If she was running from him, she’d find that to be a tactical error. His beast would love hunting, stalking her, playing with her.
“We need a plan, and you obviously aren’t going to help me come up with anything.”
She wanted distance from his questions, to recoup, plan an attack, he was sure of it. Too bad she wouldn’t get the chance.
She wanted to catch Elizabeth; that need seemed to be the only thing that drove her. That and now the frenzy she was fighting.
She stared at him for a second, her eyes practically caressing his hard cock. She was beautiful, those sexy-as-shit bedroom eyes called to him even through her anger and frustration. He smelled her arousal wetting the soft cotton between her thighs and he fucking loved it. He wanted her scent on everything he owned, the scent of them both everywhere. It was a damned drug.
She looked so fierce, but there was a hint of softness buried deep, something he’d felt while hearing her thoughts. “How old are you?” he asked and watched as she tried to concentrate on the question as opposed to his dick. His lips twitched as he waited for her to finally succumb to the growing need. She narrowed her eyes on the movement. His kitten didn’t miss anything.
Her family was gone, and as far as he knew, he wasn’t aware of any mated pairs that Cyril could have killed; unless it was a very long time ago, the feat wouldn’t have been an easy one. For him not to have heard about it, he guessed it to be sometime right after the Immortal exile to Tetartos. The Immortals were more feral beasts than anything else and there was no real way of knowing their numbers.
