by Setta Jay
She moved her hands, caressing his thick biceps and moving them up over his shoulders. “Did anyone bother explaining any of this to her?”
“Yes,” he growled at her question. His arms easily lifted her up and glided her down along his erection, making her moan for more.
Her breaths were coming out just as hard. “And?” she asked breathlessly.
He growled, “When that didn’t work, I took care of it.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Out of curiosity, how did you take care of it?”
“I made sure she hated me and wouldn’t want what her animal did.”
He started moving up the steps leading to the home, her pulled tight to his body. “This conversation is over. I want to lick that wet cunt, kitten.”
She groaned. He had an oral fixation that she had no desire to curb, his mouth was just too talented. She arched into his body again, her breasts rubbing against his chest, and she hated the thin barrier of the tee shirt between them.
“Such a greedy girl.” One hand lifted and she felt him disengage the protection spell on the home.
Her lips found the corded muscle of his neck and she couldn’t help but take a nip of it, careful not to bite, no matter how much her cat wanted her to.
“Give me your lips,” he demanded.
“Okay,” she murmured before lifting from his tempting throat and the Adam’s apple she’d moved to taste, enjoying the sensation of his stubbled jaw against her nose, her cheek.
She saw his tight grin when she moved to comply. He spoke as she was moving in for a sample of his firm lips. “No arguments, kitten?”
“No. I’m satisfied with the direction of your thoughts,” she whispered against his hot lips.
His laughter took her off guard. His chest shook against her breasts. She didn’t like how much she liked that intimacy of his laughter as if they were old friends. Something she’d never had or wanted before. Attachments had always equaled weakness to her. Was that still true? She wasn’t sure. So much had changed.
“Bed. Now,” she demanded breathlessly. That only made his body tense; it felt like his muscles expanded against her. Challenged.
He growled low and pulled her tight to his chest, a hand fisting in her hair so she was looking at him. Her eyes grew heavy at the firm tug against her scalp. “Ask for what you want, kitten. There’s no way you’re ready for what your beast keeps pushing for.”
“I’m more than powerful enough to handle anything you can dish out, Guardian,” she purred, all coherent thought lost.
He pushed his cock tight against her as his hand fisted her hair so that her head was immobile and her gaze was locked with his. “Kitten, you keep challenging my cat, and we are headed for more than you can handle. So let’s be crystal fucking clear. Are you trying to get me to claim you like a beast?” His gaze drilled into hers. “I’m more than willing to pin you down, force your submission, and make you beg and fight for my cock.” He growled and angled her head to nip at the point where her neck met her shoulder, sending shivers over her body. Another low growl lit her on fire.
“You will beg. Your cat wants me to overpower you, to hold you down and force you to take anything I want, prove I’m strong enough to hold you. I won’t be gentle, kitten, and I’ll enjoy every whimper and purr from your lips.” He growled. “Are you trying to say you want that too? Because that’s what my cat hears when you demand shit.” His eyes were back on hers, warning shining there, holding her captive. “One more time, kitten, and I’ll take you where you stand. I won’t care if we’re around other people and that you’ll likely run again. I’ll know that you know the consequences and are ready for me to give you everything you need.” He was dead serious, she felt it in her bones, and that stilled her. Her cat was purring in her head, confirmation that her beast wanted everything he said she did.
“Tell me you understand me, kitten. I won’t explain again.”
The arousal was beating at her and her cat liked his words too damned much. She, however, had no intention of begging for anything.
“Understood.” She wouldn’t need to make demands. She didn’t need words to get what she wanted. She sifted her fingers through his hair and lifted, circling her hips, moaning as his cock rubbed her just right.
He growled as he took her lips in a savage kiss. Her mouth opened and his tongue darted inside, possessing her, and then he cut off. Her eyes were heavy and closed as she circled her hips against him.
Jax looked down at her. Lifting his hand, he ran the back of his fingers over her cheek and her eyes slitted as sensation whirled through her body. “So fiery and so damned wet,” he said as she rubbed her face into his fingers, letting the arousal take her for a short spin. She wanted what he’d give her so she could think again. His thumb slid over her lower lip and her tongue darted out to take a taste. So good. The taste of his skin was intoxicating.
She took one hand from his hair and covered his thick forearm with her fingers, holding him in place as she sucked a digit inside her mouth. Her tongue glided over his flesh.
“Suck it hard. Show me what you’ll do to my cock.”
She moaned and looked into his eyes as she did it. He was holding on by a thread, and she was dying to see him snap. His eyes focused on her mouth, at the sight of his thumb slipping in and out.
She felt powerful as his other hand tightened on her ass as he ground his hips against her. She felt him take more stairs and then her back was sinking into soft bedding. The room had soft light filtering in from the windows on both sides. She was mesmerized by how it played along his chest as he shucked his shoes and pants. A quick shimmy of her back and she managed to lift and toss her shirt, his shirt, across the room, her eyes somehow never losing focus of the male in front of her. She spread her legs wide in invitation. His eyes tracked to her wet thighs and growled.
“Open and ready? Your pussy so slick your thighs are shining with your juices. Good girl.”
Before she could think, he was above her, his lips trailing her neck. His hand gripped her hip as he pushed into the cradle of her thighs.
“I’m going to tongue fuck your hot cunt, but I’m going to do it with my cock down your throat. You’re going to wrap those sexy lips around my dick and suck it like you sucked my thumb.” He growled against her skin and she writhed against him.
The idea of his cock in her mouth, finally taking her own taste of him, of having control of such a powerful male… Mmm. “Yes.” She moaned.
He turned to his back and flipped her above him, her thighs straddling his face, his cock bumping her lips and she licked and moaned as she tasted him. She felt his palms caressing her ass, but not touching where she needed.
“I could live with my face between these thighs.” His fingers massaged her juices over her pussy and ass before he buried his face in her. A harsh moan escaped her lips. His mouth was so damned talented, but she learned quickly that she’d never be able to concentrate with him unraveling her like that, no matter how much she wanted it.
She needed all her focus to make the Guardian as out of control as he made her. She bucked his hold and jumped away. He growled and she knew he was readying to snatch her back to continue feasting on her. He really seemed to love having his mouth on her, but she stilled him with a hand up. “I won’t be able to concentrate.”
He cocked a brow and she couldn’t help being drawn to his wet lips. She leaned over him, letting her breasts slide over his chest as she moved to lick his lower lip. She tasted their sweet combination and her breathing was ragged when she finally started backing away. His hand fisted her hair and brought her closer instead. Moaning lightly, she pulled back enough to whisper, “Let me.” Not a demand or a question. Something in between. A second passed and then his lips tilted.
“Explore. Quickly. I want your lips around me, my dick all the way inside your beautiful throat.” His thumb caressed her pulse point as his palm moved to collar the nape of her neck.
She groaned at his words,
but the thrill of finally getting full access to his body made her entire body light up in shivery delight.
“Kitten, I can see everything you’re thinking reflected on your beautiful face.” He groaned as he lifted one of her hands and led it to his chest. So hot, he burned for her. “Explore. Don’t tease.”
She purred as her fingers toyed with the barbells piercing one nipple before moving to the other. She tugged and he growled. Her eyes moved to his, sure it was a good growl. Heat flashed in them, so beautiful and powerful. She leaned down and flicked the tight tip with her tongue and rolled it around the whole thing. She felt the vibration of his groan and she wanted more. A big palm slid over her cheek as he moved her hair back to fist at the back of her head. He would never be a passive male, even in this illusion of his giving her control. He rubbed her neck as she feasted on his skin. All hard muscle cased with smooth delicious flesh with a fine sprinkling of soft hair over his perfect chest. She leaned over to play at the other side as he massaged her neck with the slightest of pressure, a reminder that he was the stronger of them, and her beast purred.
She felt the vibrations in his chest as he spoke. “Enjoying your playtime, kitten?”
“Mmm,” was all she said, too busy kissing every groove of his muscled chest, down his stomach before dipping her tongue into his belly button as his cock bumped her temple. She gave it a caress with her cheek, felt the heat and pre-come warm her skin. His breath hissed out and the pressure of his hand on her neck grew.
She lifted up and raised a brow, but her breathing was ragged. Her pussy ached. “Impatient?”
“Suck it, kitten.” How could he make those words so sexy? A throaty growl issued and her head was led to his erection, which she gave a slow lick. She moaned as the taste of him slid down her throat. So sweet.
She ignored his persistent pressure and rubbed her cheek down his length and kissed the grooves of his stomach, the ones arrowing down to his cock, those delicious bands of muscle curving up and over each hip.
“Kitten,” he growled.
“You said I could explore,” she pointed out as she moved and straddled one of his strong thighs. His hand made sure her hair was lifted away from her face. A hard nipple touched his shaft and he pulsed against her skin. She loved his reaction to her. She felt powerful, needy, losing sight of her journey over his flesh. She palmed him and crawled down to rub the head over her lips. That felt so good, she did it again as his hips jolted beneath her. Her Guardian was still keeping a tight hold on his control, but it was costing him. She looked up and saw just how much. The tendons of his neck were strained as he watched her. His body seemed bigger, barely contained, and the sight fired her blood.
“Explore faster,” he demanded.
She grinned slightly as she focused back on the silky smooth skin covering his hard cock. “No piercing here.”
He growled. “Would you like there to be, Ileana?”
Her breathing rasped out as her eyes shot to his. He was serious, appeared curious, yet somehow primal. He would poke a hole in his cock to please her? She felt a little dizzy all of a sudden and had to shake it off.
She slid her body down and grabbed his shaft in both hands.
He groaned and pulsed against her palms and she closed her eyes as she ran the silky flesh over her cheek. He groaned and she did it again before moving down to lick her way from base to tip, flicking the ridge lining the head with her tongue. He throbbed in her hands and the pressure on her hair grew. With a grin she took him into her mouth.
“Suck it hard and deep,” he ground out as his hips flexed. She did, taking him to the back of her throat then sucking him all the way to the head. One hand pumped while the other slid from his shaft to roll his sac in her hand all the while twirling the head with her tongue. Teasing. He growled as his hands both fisted in her hair. “Suck.”
She did and his fingers tightened, but he didn’t give more than slight pressure on her head. Her eyes tracked up his taut stomach to his flashing eyes. His jaw was clamped tight, but he allowed her to set the pace for the moment. She took him deeper and swallowed, over and over, until his hips were pumping up to meet her and snarls issued from his throat. He was losing his mind and she was only getting hotter as she ground her pussy into his leg, moaning. She slid her thumb down to the spot behind his balls and inched further until he growled. “Not gonna happen, kitten.”
She was surprised. She hadn’t played this way, but she’d heard he was diverse in his appetites. Male, female. She frowned and popped him from her lips, earning a harsh groan. Her thumb had stilled at the soft skin she’d been exploring. “I thought you liked males,” she said, confused.
He growled. “Not like you think. I fuck, kitten. I don’t get fucked. Ever. I needed variety, not anymore.”
She growled. Damn right, no more. Her cat didn’t seem to consider sharing an option.
“Fuck, Ileana. No more talking. Swallow my dick again,” he snapped. “Finish it before I fuck your face.” His eyes were so bright, his control shattering, and she loved the sight of him losing his mind.
“Do it,” she taunted and was rewarded with a wild male. In a split second she was off the bed, kneeling in front of him, a soft pillow under her knees with her mouth full of hard intense male. He was demanding, taking as he used her mouth. Harsh grunts of pleasure rent the air around them.
“Swallow,” he demanded as he pushed against the back of her throat and she worked not to gag as she swallowed around him. His pace was intense as he commanded her mouth in a way that made her cat wild. It didn’t matter how tight her jaw was, or the pounding her throat was taking. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew he was still in control, yet with a wildness that left his fingers digging into her hair. Her pussy clenched and wept as he angled her head back and snared her gaze.
“Fucking beautiful with my cock down your throat,” he growled and the words made her cat purr.
“Son of a bitch.” He groaned and became more aggressive. She moaned around him. “You love that I’m fucking your face.” A statement made on a hard groan as he panted for breath above her. “I can smell how wet you are.” His head fell back on his shoulders and she purred at the sight of his strong throat working in erotic agony.
His roar of pleasure filled the room as his dick pumped hard and so fast between her lips and his eyes shot back to hers, a primal animal pumping his seed down her throat.
“Let it slide out over your lips.” The tone was more animal than anything as he held her tight and made her take it all. Every pulsing jet of warm come in her throat made more of her juices slide down her thighs. She was close to coming as she let some of the come slide from her lips to her chin and drip onto her breasts.
“Fucking beautiful.” He growled.
She was on her back in seconds, his head between her thighs, sucking her clit so hard she screamed into the ceiling. Her fingers dug into his dark hair as her back bowed off the bed with the force of her climax. He gentled her until she came down and then crawled up her body and used his thumb to rub the come on her chin back over her lips and down the column of her throat.
“Are you sore, kitten?”
She melted a little, too weak from all the pleasure to harden against the sweet concern in his voice. Her jaw was only slightly sore. She healed even faster than normal Immortals; at least it had always seemed so.
“No.” Already the discomfort was fading away, but her answer didn’t stop him from caressing her cheeks, her jaw, and down her neck.
His eyes assessed her. “I was rough.”
“And it made my cat purr,” she pointed out as she stretched beneath him. Her muscles were loose, relaxed, but he was like a drug to her because she felt incredible and so strong.
His eyes slid to her breasts as her arms stretched up over her head.
“I’m going to fuck you unconscious again, kitten,” he growled before his lips met hers. Her hands automatically slid to his shoulders as he commanded her mouth and gave h
er his weight.
Chapter 16
Jax’s Jungle Home, Tetartos Realm
Ileana wrapped the furs tight around her body, shivering as she tried to take in energy.
“You have to do this,” she chanted over and over to the dark cave wall. It wasn’t helping.
The warriors hadn’t come back yet, but she was too weak to fight if they did. She’d barely had enough strength to climb the mountain and into the hole she’d dug the day she’d left, the day they’d died.
She tried to pull her parents’ furs around her shoulders, their scent on them, but it only made her heart hurt. She was scared she couldn’t get warm again. What if she was too weak to even get energy back in her body? Her chest pounded as she panted; it was so hard to breathe. She swallowed and closed her eyes.
“Please.
“Please.
“Please let me be strong again.
“I have to go back out there. Please.”
Her chest hurt so bad and her eyes burned as she fought for air. Her papa’s and mama’s scents were all around her, but it only made it hurt more because they were gone. No tears came, only pain so strong she choked on it.
She hated all the dark. She was so tired. Cold. The only thing she could hear was her heart racing, a buzzing in her ears and her chattering teeth. She burrowed her head into the fur and closed her eyes, telling the energies from the caves to make her strong. Warrior’s teeth didn’t chatter.
Her papa always made sure they had rest and energy. She knew it was important, but she’d waited too long because she was sure the warriors would come back. What if they came back when she wasn’t there to kill them? She wouldn’t let her papa and mama down. She stared up to the cave wall and ignored the pain and sick feeling in her belly. The buzzing in her mind, all that quiet seemed so loud it made her shake harder.
Jax gripped Ileana tight to his side as a snarl erupted from his throat, her dreams snapping him wide awake.
