by Setta Jay
His mother smiled and her eyes warmed as she greeted his female. “It’s nice to finally meet you even though I’m sorry about your friend. We’ll find her.”
“Thank you.” She seemed at a loss. “And I’m happy to meet you as well. I knew there were two Kairos Guardians, I just hadn’t realized you were mother and son.”
“Sebastian will explain it all, but I’m happy he’s found a mate worthy of him,” his mother said. “You have the Guardian links now if you ever need me.” Sacha glanced over at Conn. “I have a list to go through.”
His mother rubbed his arm in a rare show of affection as she left them.
Why didn’t you tell me your mother was a Guardian? Natasha asked.
I had planned to tell you and have her come over. It went unsaid that the frenzy had been driving them hard. That all either of them had wanted to do was stay in bed without company, something they’d done for days.
When he didn’t have an audience he’d explain that Sacha was technically his aunt. A distinction he never thought about, but one Natasha would see in his memories when they blood bonded.
“Lists are all in emails,” Conn announced, and there was a mass exodus of Guardians from her living room.
“I’m guessing our list is in your email,” she said as Drake came up to them.
That introduction was short, ending with Drake’s harsh stare and the words, “You can go for as long as the frenzy doesn’t compromise you.” And the dragon was gone.
Chapter 26
Italy, Earth Realm
Nastia started grinding her teeth the second she reformed in an alley. She fogged the memories of the homeless male gaping at her and tried not to do damage to the Guardian standing less than fifteen feet away. She’d changed into jeans and a fitted black tee shirt with some snarky comment about the Darkside and suddenly the material over her chest felt too damned tight. Her nipples were pushing for freedom from her bra and she wanted to crush him for distracting her when she had to find Brigitte. The first tailor shop opened in five minutes and she would be in there asking questions and siphoning answers from the minds of the employees.
“Don’t you have somewhere else you can be?” she snapped.
“No, I’d much rather trail a female that drops fucking stages on my head when she’s pissed,” he bit out. “We hunt in fucking teams. You’re team Sander now, and once we find that fucking God, you and I will have shit out.” He looked pissed as hell, his hazel eyes were flashing as he spoke, but he didn’t get in her space and that was a damned good thing for him.
“There is nothing to talk about. And I’m team Nastia and I don’t need a partner.” She snarled and slipped around the building as he growled low. She walked down the street to the door, tracking his movements, but he didn’t attempt to touch her. She might have snapped him like a twig if he’d attempted something sneaky.
She entered and breathed in the new clothes smell, happy that the damned Phoenix hadn’t followed her inside. Being enclosed in there with his scent would have been a nightmare. A stuffy male in a suit and glasses came up with his nose in the air. He asked her if she needed him to direct her somewhere. Her tee shirt must have offended his delicate sensibilities. She didn’t care. She asked her questions of him and another male inside and then fogged their minds when she found that they hadn’t lied to her. They’d never remember her presence.
When she stepped out onto the sidewalk, he was waiting, a silent sentry at the door. Close enough that his scent found its way into her senses even while holding her breath. She wanted him gone, but couldn’t touch him to make that happen. She could jerk a speeding car in his direction, but it wouldn’t do any damage to him even if the car connected. The only one to get hurt would be the mortal driver. She balled her fists in frustration.
She rounded a corner and into a doorway before slipping away. She’d already checked pictures and GPS for the locations, which made for convenient porting. The Phoenix didn’t follow this time. She skipped the next on the list just to see if she could throw him off.
He’d found her by the time she left the next building. She bitched at him to leave her alone, and it fell on deaf ears. By the time she hit destination number five, she caught him playing a game on his cell phone and could tell by his tense muscles and the heavy rise and fall of his chest that he wasn’t really paying attention to it. His focus was on her just as hers was on him.
“Trade someone else partners,” she finally demanded.
“No.” He didn’t elaborate, didn’t make a snide comment, he just gave her a hard stare.
She walked on and ignored him as she fumed. She’d need her sister to send her more locations from Vane soon.
She slipped into another store to do her thing, and by the time she headed for the exit, she was even more anxious. Nothing. She wouldn’t think of what could be happening to Brigitte or she’d lose her shit. She just needed to find her.
The Phoenix was standing just outside the door when she came out. He shoved papers at her. “These are next,” he growled.
“At least you’re useful for something.”
“You have no fucking idea.” He was still furious and so was she, but it didn’t stop images of him doing dirty things from entering her mind. He wouldn’t stop stalking her and the irony wasn’t lost on her at all. His next words made her unwillingly wet. “Or maybe you do know how useful I am since I kept waking up rock hard and ready to blow after you fucked with me. Tell me…” He ran a thumb over his full lower lip and she couldn’t help tracking the movement. “Did you get off? Was your cunt all hot and juicy as I lay there hard?”
“I didn’t make you dream anything,” she bit out as she sucked in a breath. The wind chose that moment to direct his scent straight into her lungs. How could he smell so damned good?
His eyes flashed; he knew just what he was doing to her.
It made her think about what she’d done to him. She’d only misted her body over his, and only over the sheets so she’d never even felt his skin. All she’d felt was his heat running over every cell of her body. Her cheeks flushed, mainly in mortification. It hadn’t been nefarious or so she told herself. He’d been asleep every time. The only reason she’d even had to fog his mind was if she stayed too long and he’d woken up and felt her presence.
“You screwed with me.” His voice lowered behind her. “And the second we get this done, I’m going to screw with you. You. Will. Pay.”
Those words ignited her and her breathing kicked up along with her heart rate. How would he try to make her pay? What would he want her to do?
“It was harmless. I never laid a hand on you.” He was in her face, his hands on either side of her shoulders, inches from touching her on a busy street, and she tensed to break apart. She gave him a hard stare, dared him to do it; he’d never get a hand on her without her allowing it.
He growled low. “We’ll see.” She saw the bulge pushing at his jeans when he jerked away from her. That and the tightening of his hard packed muscles under the light tee shirt.
She focused on getting her feet moving again, on finding Brigitte. “Surely you have somewhere else to be,” she bit out.
“Nope.”
She felt her hackles rise. “I can take care of myself.”
He glared at her but didn’t say a word. She just couldn’t deal with him now. Fine. Let him follow. Something inside her traitorous body liked his presence, and it wasn’t like she could hide the list.
Chapter 27
Earth Realm
There wasn’t any hint of the God, and she didn’t see any video surveillance equipment in the penthouse they were in. That made for one less thing to deal with. Tasha breathed out, hoping to clear her mind and body of the agony of the frenzy. It was his damned scent all over her, inside her lungs; it was driving her insane.
“Enough!” Bastian growled.
She felt a pang in her stomach. She’d been caught off guard and hadn’t hidden her reaction if Bastian’s growled wo
rd was any indication.
They’d been to so many places she was losing track and feeling dizzy. She and Bastian had met Nastia and Sander with Conn briefly to figure out how to leave a message for Apollo in case he came looking for them at the club. She was sure that was the last truly coherent moment she’d had. She felt like she was coming out of her skin as she reeled.
“Take the jeans off,” he demanded.
She wasn’t in any position to argue. She’d passed wet a long time ago and every step made the seam of her jeans rub against her clit. Her fingers ripped at the button of her fly as he unzipped his black cargos. She kicked off one low boot and got a leg free. That was all she managed to accomplish with her depleted coordination skills.
Bastian lifted her up and impaled her in one hard thrust and she gasped. Her head fell back in relief… the sheer pleasure of having him deep inside was all she needed. He started hammering her up and down, controlling her movements with a tight grip on her ass. Every glide rode her clit and sent her closer to the end.
“Do. Not. Scream,” he commanded. His chest was rising and falling in the same tempo as hers as he pummeled her hard and fast. All she could do was hold on. Her need wouldn’t allow for anything gentle. She heard the material of his tee rending under her fingers and she bit her lip to stop from keening, but the harsh look of warning on his face unleashed something inside her. She remembered him spanking her, binding her the night before, and suddenly she didn’t want to obey him. She was too wild, blinded by the harsh look in his eyes, craved the dominant male who would give her everything. She was lost, beyond reason, beyond anything but the need. Him. One more harsh thrust inside her and she let go. Her neck fell back and she screamed her release as she clamped down on him. He groaned and she felt warm jets of come fill her.
He ported them away before she could even catch her breath.
By the time they reformed inside his penthouse, she was writhing in his arms.
“You want punishment, you’ll have it, Natasha.” He growled, still inside her and still hard even though he’d just come.
A pang of guilt crept in with the scorching need, and he had to have seen it on her face. Bastian gave her a hard look. “We are of no use to your friend until the frenzy is completely fed. The hunt is over for us,” he growled.
He was right. She was still useless and needy, her mind ninety-nine percent focused on one thing, him. Only one percent was capable of guilt and worry for her friend, and that number was dwindling to fractions just by having his hard cock still embedded in her clenching pussy.
“I’m done dealing with this. We need to finish it,” she demanded.
“We will talk. After,” he bit out, and she knew he was angry that she’d refused to stop the hunt sooner.
He carried her into the bedroom and flung her to the bed before tossing her remaining shoe away, followed by her pants and underwear. “Take off the shirt,” he demanded as he tossed his own tee to the seating area. He eyed her as she lifted her top over her head and started on her bra. Her skin felt too tight. The remaining fraction of guilt slid away when she caught sight of his shining cock. She instinctively licked her lips.
“Yes, Psihi Mou, you’ll use your mouth tonight, but you’ve earned so many punishments you won’t be able to sit again without feeling me.”
She moaned. His voice was harsh. They’d argued, and she’d pushed for one more house, knowing his patience with her had been shredding. She just couldn’t stop. Not checking on her sister. Not looking for Brigitte. Not being racked with guilt. All of it along with the frenzy had made her a raging bitch for who knew how long.
She watched him go to the closet, realizing he hadn’t even taken off his pants yet. Her pussy clenched in need and she felt his juices sliding from her body, and the frenzy was driving her to get more of them inside her.
He came back and tossed items onto the bed. “Come here,” he commanded, and she sucked in a breath. He was more on edge than she’d ever seen him, and she was more turned on than ever before.
She crawled to the edge of the bed with barely a glance at the items he’d thrown there.
He rubbed a thumb over her lower lip as he looked at her. Her tongue darted out and she watched his eyes darken impossibly. “Turn around and bend over.”
She moaned as she turned and set her head to the comforter with her thighs spread.
He rubbed his fingers in all the combined come, over her swollen folds and up to her ass, where he rubbed it all over the mounds there. A sharp smack to her ass made her jolt in surprised pleasure. She heard wrappers and wasn’t sure what he was doing until she felt hard plastic being shoved inside her pussy in one demanding thrust. She groaned in denial, “No. I need you.”
“You need what, Natasha?”
She breathed out, “I need your cock.”
He sat on the edge of the bed and dragged her over his lap. “You denied us both that fucking pleasure, because bad girls get red asses and plastic in their pussies.”
“No,” she cried out in frustration.
She felt his rock-hard cock against her side along with his thick thighs against her stomach.
“Keep your legs spread.” She felt off balance with her thighs wide and the toy still deep inside her. He smacked her ass hard and then turned the toy on to a slow vibration. She cried out at the sensation of it moving inside her. “Tilt your ass,” he growled.
She did as he said and was rewarded with a series of spankings down both sides of her ass. She gasped as the stinging turned into hot pleasure. She wiggled as her hearing picked up more tearing of plastic and a jar being unscrewed.
She felt smooth cream being spread down the crease of her ass and she mewled and tried to turn her head. “What are you doing?” she asked. He hadn’t taken her there. Was he planning on it now?
Another sharp smack to her upper thigh sounded in the silent room.
She felt his finger pushing some of the cream inside her ass and moaned at the warm soothing sensation it left in its path. His finger pumped slowly, gently. “Take another,” he commanded, and another finger slid inside her body and turned. He growled low and she felt his cock pulse into her side.
“I don’t like seeing you filled with anything but my cock,” he snapped and spanked her burning hot ass again. A few seconds later smooth plastic met her ass. She turned her neck trying to see what was happening, but it was no use.
“You will take the toy and keep it inside until I decide to remove it.” His words were harsh, but all they did were make her slicker, hotter.
“Push out against the plug,” he ground out.
She pushed and felt it start to slide inside, stretching her to the point of discomfort, and then it was through and she breathed out, allowing the muscles to relax. She’d seen this happen over and over when the shows started, and now she was the one filled full and denied. It was so much, she felt almost too full and when she wiggled her ass a harsh moan escaped at the sensation. She was forced to use telekinetic power to keep the vibrating toy from sliding free as her pussy clenched and grew even slicker around it.
She wasn’t sure she’d last through this punishment. She felt full and empty all at once, and she had to concentrate to keep the toy inside. She needed him inside her. His hard warm cock, pumping her full.
“Come all you want,” he told her and then tapped the plug and the dildo with his palm until she was coming, just a small burst that left her wanting more. “The more you get off, the more it will remind you how much you need my cock.” She panted and whimpered for more until he growled, “Do not let go of that fucking dildo. Your hot come is all over it.”
“God, yes.” She didn’t care that she was pleading, but he was right, she needed him inside her. It was like she hadn’t even come at all, but she wouldn’t chance him punishing her more if she let the toy slide free.
“Give me your arms.”
She put her flushed cheek to the comforter and offered her arms back. “Clasp your hands.”
He used soft binding to wrap only around her elbows until her breasts were jutted forward and she was aching with need.
In one swift movement he lifted her to stand by the bed. “Now get on your knees.”
He didn’t help her, he just watched her, his eyes demanding obedience. His hair was unbound and she sucked in air at how harshly beautiful he looked. She moaned when she realized that he must have used that thin rope from his hair on her elbows.
She lowered to her knees, careful of the toys.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered.
Her skin was flushed and she felt the slow glide of sanity leaving her completely as he slid his cock between her lips.
“Wet it.”
She twirled her tongue around him and was rewarded with the sweet taste of pre-come.
“I’m not going to be gentle this time. I’m going to take what I want. I’m going to come down your throat and then have you lick my cock all over again until I’m ready to come all over your tits.”
She moaned around him. True to his word, he fisted his hands in her hair and forced the movements for long minutes, ordering her to swallow until he was deep in her throat. He pumped and her eyes rolled back at his taste, the sheer demand in his thrusts, her pussy aching for the same attention. After the hot, ruthless taking, he grunted as warm seed jetted inside her mouth, making her come at the sensory overload.
It still wasn’t enough and she squirmed to get more movement from the toys. She was panting for air as she licked and sucked him greedily, needing him to come again liked he’d said. He stayed hard as she licked and twirled her tongue around him. He pulled at her hair and rubbed his cock over her cheek. “No, suck it again.” He used her mouth, guiding the motions until she felt him throb against her tongue.
She groaned when he pulled from her lips, leaving her panting for breath as warm come painted her breasts and over each nipple. She was dizzy by the time he lifted her to stand and yanked the vibrator from her body. Her telekinetic hold was already close to gone, and she sighed in relief that it was gone. His fingers massaged her juices all over her lower lips and clit. He pulled her hair back and fed her his fingers. “Suck it off, this is mine and you gave to the fucking plastic.” She licked her juices from his fingers as her eyes closed. Seconds later his lips found hers in a demanding kiss that took the last of her breath.
