“Hungry?” I gesture towards the food between us.
“Yeah. Did you prepare all this?”
“I’d love to take credit and therefore up my ‘awesomeness-factor,’ as Cy puts it. But sadly . . . no.”
Ismini bursts out laughing before snapping her hand over her mouth as if embarrassed. She’s so damn cute. And hell, she’s blushing again.
I’m so hungry I want to bang my head against one of the stones behind us.
And it isn’t food I need. I want to shove every ounce of food to the side and feast on her. My hand trembles as I give Ismini one of the finger sandwiches.
Her small fingers wrap around the sandwich and bring it up to her mouth. “You’re not going to eat?” She takes the first bite.
My cock punches out to full length. Without apology. Stupid fucker.
You’re twitching.
No shit.
My pupils dilate and my powers surge forth, along with my teeth. Desperate to have something to bite into, I snatch up one of the sandwiches and shove it in my mouth. I don’t taste it, too busy replaying the taste of her skin.
Ismini continues eating, not looking in my direction. “Are you going to tell me what this is about?”
“I wanted to . . . spend time. With . . . you.” Right. Because I’m Mr. Smooth.
Wrong.
And she completely ignores my quasi explanation.
“So, what are all these buildings?”
Ouch.
I rub the back of my neck, trying to hide that I feel like I’ve been coldcocked good and proper. “They’re temples. There’s one for each of us, but we don’t spend time in them anymore. We did when they were once back on Earth.”
“Wow . . . that’s amazing. They literally glow. Which one is yours?”
I point to the silver and blue one towards the back of the valley.
Ismini looks at the temple for a long moment, and then turns back to me.
“What?”
“I’m still so surprised you guys can eat.” She reaches for another sandwich.
I shrug one shoulder. “Our bodies burn through food before any real digestion takes place.”
“You’re serious? So your stomach acid pretty much disintegrates all of it before it can go any further?”
My lips twitch into a smile. “Something like that. We still get sustenance from it though, but we don’t need it as much as other species do. We can go centuries without food before it starts to take a toll.”
“And Cy told me most of you guys are millions of years old. Explain that one to me, ’cause my brain doesn’t want to process that,” she says, smiling softly now, too.
At least she’s not shutting me out. “Well, we were just sentient energy at first. We were that way for a . . . while. The first of us were given solid bodies about two-hundred-thousand years ago. Most of us, though, got them about twenty-thousand-years ago.”
“By who?”
“The Fates. There are raw energies that govern the fabric of existence and keep everything together. Destiny is one of those, as well.”
“Isn’t Zexistr the God of Existence? That’s what Cy said.”
She’s been spending way too much fucking time with Cyake. “Almost all those energies are kept in balance thanks to his being alive. He’s tied to them.”
“Just like you all have purposes you’re tied to.”
I nod. “Right.”
“So . . . He is THE God.”
Shaking my head, I roll my eyes heavenward. “Please don’t ever tell him that. He’s unbearable as it is.”
“Ah. Just like his brother Cy, huh?”
“Worse. Much, much worse. He’s like all his brothers combined into one insufferable being. He has five of them total, including Crius and Cyake. Now try to imagine how much of a pain in the ass he is.”
She giggles at my expression and goes back to our original subject. “So those energies decide when to give you physical bodies. Why only two-hundred-thousand years ago, though? The Earth has been here for much longer.”
“Because that’s how long it took the Illion to perfect any type of biological design in this galaxy. There was no real reason for us to take solid form until living beings existed on the planets in the ‘Milky Way,’ as humans call it. Every galaxy has its group of gods and beings.”
Ismini’s eyes go wide with excitement. “So, the Andromeda Galaxy? How about M87? Messier 83? Omega Centauri? NGC 4414?”
I smile, amused and impressed that she’s able to name so many of humanity’s known galaxies.
“Ismini, in a place as vast as the Universe, did you think we’d be the only immortal beings? And that humanity would be the only mortal life? And, just so you know, the beings that live in those galaxies have different names for them.”
“I knew it!” She’s almost vibrating in her seat. “Most people don’t even think about that, let alone believe it. And the ones that do . . . well, most are complete whack jobs.”
I’ve long given up trying to hide my fascination with her. “Most people are closed minded and ignorant of the Universe.”
“Nylicia said that if you guys die, your powers need to be absorbed or locked away. Why?”
“Nylicia’s told you a lot of things.” I stop when Ismini gives me an odd look. “What?”
“You have no idea. Some of the things she’s said I can’t bring myself to believe.” I want to know what she means by that, but she presses on before I have the chance to ask. “So, why do your powers have to be locked away or absorbed by someone else?”
“If they’re not handled, or locked away by one of most primal gods, they’ll bounce back out into the Universe and disrupt the balance of power. When that happens, it’s bad. Think gravity failing and galactic-cannibalism-at warp-speed sort of bad.”
She moves on to the strawberries, and her eyes light up when she sees that there’s melted chocolate.
What the fuck?
Cue the screeching tires on my thoughts.
Now, wait a damn second . . .
Melted chocolate? And strawberries? Fucking Sil! Or was it Liz? Does it fucking matter?
Those scheming little bitches.
Ismini dips a strawberry in and raises it to her lips.
Shit.
Her mouth wraps around it, and she moans, the satisfied sound ramming straight into my groin. The way her eyes roll into the back of her head shatters my resolve.
Ismini’s eyes pop open. All at once, she stops chewing and stares at me. I’m struck stupid as I watch her swallow the bite she took of her strawberry.
“Dyletri?”
“Huh?” is my semi coherent response. Damn it, there’s a drop of chocolate right at the corner of her mouth.
I raise my hand and rub my thumb under the corner of her mouth. She gasps, and it seems to echo throughout the entire valley. I force my hand away from her face, seeing how badly it’s shaking.
“Sorry . . . you had a . . .” I motion towards my own face.
Ismini swallows again. Her cheeks bloom with color. Her eyes flash, and her expression changes. “Dy-Dyletri. You’re hard.”
I lean on my elbows and let my head fall back. How the hell am I supposed to respond to that other than with the truth? “I’m always hard for you.”
“You shouldn’t be.”
Shit, her tone. I know a woman in need when I hear one.
I laugh ruefully at her comment and close my eyes. “Why not?”
“Because that’s not mine to have.”
My dick kicks inside my jeans, as if to contradict her comment. I raise my head and slowly open my eyes to look at her. “This cock is yours, female. You can have it whenever you want.”
Moving slowly, she dips the strawberry back into the chocolate and swirls it around.
What is she doing?
Her breaths come faster and faster, and she looks up at me from beneath her lashes “Want some?”
The change in her demeanor sand blasts through me, freezing
me in place as she raises the strawberry up to my lips without waiting for an answer.
I can’t break her stare as I lean in and take a bite.
Her taste still clings to the fruit.
The entire strawberry disappears into my mouth. I feel some of the chocolate leak out onto my bottom lip.
Ismini runs her thumb along my mouth to clean it up.
Growling, I suck her in.
“Oh God, Dyletri.”
I hum in response, tonguing her thumb. My hips thrust up into empty air.
Distantly, I hear Ismini moan again—
She materializes on me.
I grunt as she lands on my lap, the whisper of her weight taking me by surprise.
Her hands slide into my hair.
I cup the back of her neck and pull her to me.
We attack each other’s mouths with raw fury. Her hips slide sinuously over mine, and a thrill shoots through me at the feel of her heat.
The girl moans as I undulate beneath her and palm her tight little ass. We both groan when I grind her down hard on my dick.
She attacks my exposed throat with her teeth and tongue.
Gods. Shit, that feels amazing. I tilt my head to give her more access, the skin there burning in the most delicious way. “Baby girl. I didn’t bring you here to seduce you.”
She pulls back and rotates her hips sensuously. “And I didn’t plan on this . . . but you want me, right?”
I arch into her, attacked by the image of her naked on top of me. My cock inside her while she bounces on it and takes me deep. Oh, fuck . . .
When I answer her, my voice is splitting in two and my psyche along with it. “I fucking need you. You know that.”
Her jugular throbs for me, making my incisors ache. Her nails dig deep into my neck like she’s trying to draw blood. “I . . . we shouldn’t do this. I shouldn’t tempt you. You’ll hate me.”
“I could never fucking hate you. You hear me? Never.” With a snarl, I bring her closer and attack her neck. Her taste seduces my mouth. Makes my instincts scream at me, urging me to sink my teeth into her neck.
“Yes, you will. Oh fuck . . . the way you look in this shirt, Dyletri.”
I make my way up to her ear, licking around and into it in that way I learned drives her wild. “I won’t hate you, baby. I would never. Trust me.”
Ismini tears her ear away from my mouth. “Fuck. Oh, fuck. I can’t . . .” She throws her arms around my neck and kisses me again. Her tongue thrusts in between my lips.
A powerful throb surges up my shaft.
Ismini groans, lips wet against mine. “I can’t anymore. Take me, Dyletri. I’m in pain, please.”
An animalistic, distorted sound leaves me, and my powers break free with a triumphant roar.
There’s no going back.
I’m fucking her.
Now.
But not here.
Wrapping her in my arms, I dematerialize us to the nearest place with walls.
One of the few places in the entire Universe that I’ve never fucked anyone before.
CHAPTER 22
– Enzyria. Salicyar’s Temple, Valley of the Gods.
DYLETRI
W e reappear in a place I haven’t been inside of in a long, long time. Ever since locking up my powers.
It’s my most sacred place—the last one standing—and in all my years, I’ve never once thought of bringing anyone here.
My temple.
I can imagine no better place to take what’s mine.
We crash to the floor of the temple, my back hitting the stairs leading up to the altar. I don’t feel the impact. I’m too focused on the tiny body writhing on top of me.
She digs her nails into my shoulders as she rocks her hips. I moan, incisors bared, more than ready to sink in and drink until all that runs inside me is her.
“This is—it’s amazing in here,” she breathes, nails tearing at my shoulders. “I can . . . oh fuck. What is that pulsating inside the walls? I can feel it . . . it feels like you.”
“It’s my power. Comes from the Illion.”
“Uh-huh. Okay. Keep talking. And the Illion is what again?”
“The . . . the Source. It’s deep past the far reaches of the Universe, so in order for us to exist here, our essence had to be transferred.”
“Dy . . . Dyletri.” Moaning, she collapses onto me. “I can feel you everywhere. It’s . . .”
I can’t fucking breathe. “Fuck, baby.”
“God,” Ismini whispers, her lips hot against the corner of my mouth. “Are you going to take me in here?”
“Tell me to. I’ll take every inch on that sexy little body if you tell me to.” I nip at her skin with one of my elongated incisors.
Ismini thrusts her tongue into my mouth, moaning loudly and sounding like something straight out of a violent, sexual fantasy. My violent, sexual fantasy.
“Do it,” she says. “I can feel you on every inch of my skin. I want to feel you inside me, too. Take me.”
I flip her over, slamming her into the same spot I was on. All it takes is a single thought and I have her completely naked.
Her aura flares around her as sunlight pours in from outside and plays with the curves of her body.
I only have enough concentration left to will off my shirt.
Ismini opens her legs with a moan, and her scent overwhelms me. I lock eyes on her wet little pussy.
Fuck, I’m going to love eating that.
I latch onto her wrists to lift them over her head. Chest heaving, I send a wave of pure power through the walls and into her.
“Fuck!” Her eyes roll up, her back becoming a beautiful curve. One I’m dying to trace with my tongue. Her hips thrust up towards me, seeking.
If I live another ten billion years, I’ll never forget the sight. “So fucking gorgeous. You’re so sexy, girl.”
I manipulate my energy until it flows from me in light, quick pulses. The walls and floor around us vibrate, following the rhythm, and Ismini’s heart hammers in time. I see and hear every fresh wave of blood as it pumps through her veins.
Her clit swells, distended and throbbing. Her tight pussy glistens with her juices.
I let go of her wrists, and my voice echoes with my next command. “Keep them there.”
Damn, I sound like a demon, but she seems to love it. Her eyes meet mine, and a shudder snakes through her. Her teeth come down on her lip as she watches me crawl down her body.
“Dyletri . . . it’s . . . fuck.”
I send another wave through her and watch her nipples tighten. “You like that, don’t you?” I ask, licking her entire left tit.
I purposely avoid her nipple. Ismini’s hands clench into fists above her head as desperate sounds shoot out of her in rapid succession. With every heave of her chest, her moans escalate, until my cock’s bouncing with each one.
I’m shaking as I wrap my hands around her thighs, positioning her so she’s completely spread before me, and my mouth falls open as I stare at her bare wet lips.
More of her scent rushes inside me. I lean closer, running my nose up her inner thigh where her femoral artery roars.
Growling, I lick the spot I just caressed. It’s soaked. Sticky from what’s leaking out of her. Her taste grabs on to my taste buds and fucks them into oblivion.
Then Ismini does the worst thing she can do.
She begs me to eat her.
“Please.”
I move so fast I even surprise myself. Lips wrapped around her clit, I get lost in her taste, wrecked on every level of my being.
Ismini cries out incoherently. “Dyletri! Baby, oh God, I—fuck, I can’t! It’s too . . . shit!”
I swirl my tongue around her clit, faster and faster as my powers throb around us both. Every inch of me shivers with effort. Effort not to bite down into her soft flesh. Effort not to come as I continue fucking her with my mouth.
With rough hands, I force her trembling thighs to stay open, holding her down e
ven while she thrashes and mewls beneath me. Her clit throbs against my tongue, every drop leaking from her sliding into me and driving me closer to the edge of insanity.
Nothing outside of her matters. All I need in the Universe is to be inside her in any way I can.
Energy pools at the base of my spine. I’m going to come. Now, like this, with her taste in my mouth and her voice in my ears.
Fuck, the way she sounds . . .
“I’m so fucking close.” She whimpers, rising up on her elbows. Our eyes meet as I suck on her clit. “Oh God. The way you look . . . uh, Dyletri.”
I lift my lips for just a second. “Come with me, baby. You’re about to make me come so hard. Come with me.”
“But . . . oh, fuck. I want to feel you, please!”
“You will, baby girl. You will.” I slide my middle finger gently into her and groan deep in my chest as her walls squeeze down on it almost painfully. “So tight. So good. Come with me like this.”
Ismini tenses as I lower my mouth to her once more. I roll my tongue and slide my finger in and out of her. Looking up at her, I hold her stare. You’re mine. You’re fucking mine.
My hips thrust against the floor in time with the motion of her hips. Ismini grabs the back of my head, shamelessly fucking my face and finger.
My name leaves her lips on a scream as she comes.
The girl’s clit pulsates in my mouth, her taste devastating me and sending me headlong into a massive orgasm. Surge after surge of pleasure rips through my cells, and I nearly bite off my tongue from the intensity of it.
It’s only my second orgasm after abstaining for an eternity.
I’d fucking forgotten what it’s like, the motherfucking euphoria. My cock jerks and cum shoots into my jeans. Somehow, even in the midst of my orgasm, I regain enough coherence to dematerialize them.
My still-hard, still-climaxing dick slams against the temple floor, but I can’t even bring myself to grab it. I won’t let go of Ismini for a single second.
The girl made me come without touching me. From just eating her.
“You’re fucking amazing,” I whisper reverently as my lips work her.
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