Amaryllis watched him with wide eyes and a simmering arousal that reached out and stroked down his spine like a satin glove. He took his sweet time to undress, relishing the touch of her gaze as he slowly exposed his body. He ached to grip his throbbing cock to ease a bit of the pressure tightening his balls, but this time was for his mate.
“Lucian,” she gasped. “Your back.”
He looked over his shoulder to see his reflection in the mirrored closet door. Although he had healed considerably, the skin still held the welts from the whip and burned an angry red.
“I deserved it for hurting you. That and much more.” He pressed a kiss to the frown marring her brow. “Don’t think on it. I want your entire focus to be on the pleasure you bring me.”
The pulse fluttering frantically on either side of her neck fascinated him and tickled his lips as he kissed a wet path down to her shoulder. The brush of her breasts against his chest as her breathing increased was a divine barometer of her rising desire. He slid her jeans and panties down her smooth legs then reached for two blocks he found in the closet and prompted her to stand upon them. On his way back up to a stand, he ran his palms over as much of her supple skin as he could reach. As he took the weight of her breasts in his hands, he restrained the urge to weep with joy and thanked the Gods for creating such perfection.
Amaryllis’ curves had been a topic of discussion many times amongst the men of the guard. Never in his wildest imagination did he ever believe he would be the one to have the right to explore the difference in texture between the satin of her nipple and the silk of her breast. “When I took the guard out on overnight missions, I would hear them whisper about you. Spinning tales of what they’d do to you if you were their woman. Their stories do not compare.”
“And what of you, Lucian?” She sucked in a breath when he twisted both nipples. “Did you join in or did the general put his foot down on such blasphemous talk?”
“Of course my men were reprimanded, however…” A smile flirted on his lips before he sucked the puckered nub into his mouth.
To his men he might have appeared disgusted with their vulgarity, yet in his mind he was just as bad, if not worse than they had been. On more than one occasion he had taken himself in hand, imagining he was sliding into her well-oiled cleavage until he came in her waiting mouth. Usually a grueling twenty-mile run followed as punishment for his improper thoughts.
Not anymore. He trailed biting kisses down her belly as he knelt between her spread legs. Now he was free to feast on his bonded mate while reveling in the pulsing heat of her desire.
“Beautiful.” He blew a stream of air onto her bare folds. The sight of her hunger was even more arousing than the hum buzzing from her powers.
She was soaking wet against his fingers as he parted her labia and settled his mouth against the drenched portal. He nibbled at the nub of her clit and speared two fingers deep into her sheath, which eagerly suckled at his invasion. She was sweet and spicy, a flavor that inflamed him as much as it offered comfort that her taste now belonged solely to him.
Her thighs trembled and stuttered moans turned into frantic pants the harder he sucked on her clit. He curled his fingers and rubbed the soft spot in front of the neck of her womb.
“Lucian,” she screamed.
A current of electricity shot from her pussy down his spine and along the length of his cock while her body jerked against his tongue. The ceiling creaked as she loosened the bolts of the bar with her orgasm, raining plaster down on their heads.
Lucian gripped the base of his cock and twisted, attempting to stave off the orgasm boiling in his balls. Pre-cum mixed with her cream on his fingers, increasing the need to release where he sat. Only his warrior training and determination to be balls-deep in his mate when he came kept him in check.
He used the edge of his tongue to gently bring her down from the heavens while keeping her primed for more pleasure.
When she caught her breath, he stood and pressed his lips to the spot under her ear. “Can you come for me again, akita?”
She licked her lips, swollen from where she bit them in an attempt to hold back her screams. Leaning forward, she licked her cream from his chin and shuddered. “Lucian. I hurt. Please. I need.”
“Do you want to come again?” he whispered in her ear.
“Yes.”
“Do you need to be fucked?”
“Yes,” she cried.
“By who?”
She looked up at him with those luminous lavender eyes, drowsy and feverish. “You, Lucian. Only you.”
“That’s right.”
He left her to retrieve the vibrator he left on top of the dresser. The purple toy was long and curved like a wavy cane. She flinched as he trailed the cold plastic down her torso and slipped the tip between the swollen folds of her pussy and into her cunt. In and out he stoked the phallus into her channel then nestled the crook against her clit and flipped on the switch.
Bumps erupted over her fair skin and the points of her nipples tightened along with his balls. He went back to the dresser and picked up a bottle of lubrication, squirting a generous amount on his hand to slather over his dripping cock. He kept his movements short, resisting the need to fuck his own hand.
She was so beautiful, stretched out, her breasts jiggling as she shook with need. The purple vibrator highlighting her glistening pussy lips was both tawdry and sensual at the same time. He stepped up behind her to watch her reflection as he pressed the tips of his fingers to the puckered hole of her ass and pushed deep. She took the invasion with ease, her head tipping back as she moaned and pressed into his hand.
“Have you been taken here?” he asked, thrusting and scissoring inside her.
“Yes, but not by anything as big as you.”
“Are you scared?”
“No. Make it burn, Lucian.”
Her words snapped the last of his control. Any intention of taking her easy was incinerated as she begged him to fuck her. Tucking the crown of his cock against the hole, he fed it inside her with short jabs of his hips.
Sweat poured down his face and his jaw ached from clenching his teeth together in concentration. The grip was so intense, his eyes crossed from the pleasure. Against the underside of his cock, the vibrator buzzed, sending flames up his spine. He was not going to last long. Already his cock twitched, ready to spill. With so little time left, he had to make this count.
Amaryllis writhed in his arms, going up on tiptoe with each slam of his hips. She gave as good as she got, pushing back and squeezing his cock with her muscles. His hands slipped over her skin, slick with perspiration. Cupping her breasts, he pinched the nipples and commanded, “Amaryllis. Look at us. Look at me.”
When her gaze met his in the mirror, he curled around her back and buried himself to the base. He pulled back and drove deep and spoke the words that would complete the bond, if she accepted.
By the Gods, she was going to accept him.
So this was what it was like to make love, Amaryllis mused, riding high on a cloud of sex and adrenaline.
The picture in the mirror was a vulgar comparison to such a romantic notion. Her hands were bound high over her head and her legs were spread where she stood on two blocks, making her tall enough for her lover to thrust inside her with ease. Her breasts bounced and tummy jiggled while Lucian stuffed her ass with his thick cock. The burn in her channel, combined with the incessant vibration in her cunt, sent orgasmic waves rippling through her, each one hinting at something larger with the next pass.
Behind her Lucian was all hard planes and steely concentration. Sweat highlighted all of the muscles of his body. His hips ground the vibrator onto her throbbing clit. The act was so beastly, so carnal, yet she’d never felt so loved in her life.
Tears streamed down her face as she let go and gave her pleasure to Lucian. She sagged against him, flowing with his movements, allowing him to drag her from one sensation to the next.
Lucian had been right, he di
d know what she needed. He knew just how to touch her, how hard and how fast. Every time she moaned or cried out, his satisfaction wrapped around her, driving her to another orgasm, which fed back to him in a never-ending cycle of give and take.
From half-slitted eyes she admired the flex of his body and the strength of his hands as he cupped and kneaded her breasts with his long fingers.
“Amaryllis. Look at us. Look at me,” he rumbled in her ear.
Her gaze found his in the mirror. As bright as lightning, the white of his irises flashed with intent. “In the name of the Gods, I claim you as my bonded mate.”
The Sacred Vow.
Disbelief froze her in place. Was this really happening? The night before was a blur of pleasure, now there was no mistake. Lucian was staking his claim. No more hiding, no more games. Once the bond solidified, there was no going back.
Did she have the courage to accept?
“In my hands I hold your life and your love. Two precious gifts I ask you to entrust in my care.” His voice roughened as his thrusts lost their smooth rhythm and became more frantic. “In return I promise to be all things you need.”
His fingers dug into her breasts until it felt as if he actually held her hearts in his hands.
“Say you accept me. Say you accept my gift and bond as one for eternity.”
The pressure of his body on her, in her, eased as they fused into one entity. They breathed as one, thought as one. When her muscles clamped down on the two phalluses, she was in his mind, experiencing the delicious squeeze in his loins. The fire gathering in his balls boiled in her belly and their lungs burned with each strangled breath. An electric charge shot down her spine at the same time Lucian released his cum into the tight clench of her ass.
“Amaryllis,” he gritted out. “Do you accept me?”
“Lucian,” she cried. “Lucian. Yes.”
Fireworks exploded into a thousand sparks, buckling her knees and enveloping her body in a white-hot mass that consumed her whole. The roots of her hair turned a raven black that poured down to the tips. Flames tore through her, turned her inside out and remade her into someone new.
On the edge of her consciousness was Lucian. He cradled her in his strong arms as well as his mind. Euphoria edged his concern as he gently released her from the cuffs. And the love, there was so much she was drowning in it. His love was like floating on a velvet cloud, new and sensuous. The power of his devotion rocked her to the marrow of her bones, leaving her unable to do nothing more than cling helplessly at his mile-wide shoulders and sob uncontrollably against his chest.
He set her in the center of the bed then moved to step away. She clutched at his arm. “Don’t leave me.”
“Never.” He kissed her palm. “But I need to care for you.”
Thank the Gods for his super speed. He was back within seconds with a wet washcloth and a towel. His touch was reverent as he bathed the sweat, lubricant and cum from her body. A sharp contrast to the way he manhandled her just a few scant moments before, but not any less passionate. Once she was clean, he crawled across the mattress, pulling the covers to her chin and taking her in his arms.
“It’s a good thing I can sense your joy,” Lucian said with a touch of laughter in his voice. “Otherwise all of these tears would have me worried.”
Her chuckle came out in a wet snort. “I apologize. I just never imagined I could feel this way.”
“It is quite amazing.” He brushed his knuckles down her cheek, following the curve of her jaw and the column of her throat. A lock of blonde hair tangled around his fingers. He rubbed the dry stands against his thumb. “Why is this hair different than the rest?”
Heat blazed across her cheeks and she cleared her throat. “Part of my hair turned black and I bleached it white.”
The lines around his mouth deepened. “Ah, Amaryllis. I’m sorry I ever gave you cause to regret our mating. I hope in time you can trust how truly grateful I am to have you in my life.”
She reached up and rubbed her fingertip over the frown line between his eyes. “I think I understand you better now, elskan. You carry so much burden on your shoulders. I swear I can feel the weight of it myself. Please allow me to ease some of that stress. I want to be your partner, not another obligation.”
“You were never an obligation. However, I do sense that it is in your nature to test me.” He plumped her breast in his hand, thumbing the nipple to a hard peak. “I guess I’ll have to keep you so sated you won’t have the energy to cause mischief.”
He took the pink tip into his mouth as she heard the front door open and close with a bang.
“Hello,” Dhavin called out. “Since I no longer had the urge to fuck everything standing, I figured it was safe to return. I have news to discuss before you two start up again.”
Amaryllis shared a smile with her mate before dashing out of the bed and retrieving his shirt from the floor to cover her nakedness. She turned to find him reclining against the pillows with his hands behind his head. The sheet draped low across his hips did nothing to conceal the erection growing beneath the cotton.
She hated to see all that magnificent bronze skin covered up, but Dhavin’s footsteps coming up the stairs compelled her to ask. “Will you not dress?”
He shrugged and gave her a grin full of promise and sex. “What’s the point? As soon as we’re alone I’m going to bury my cock inside you. It will take too long to undress.”
With a wicked laugh of her own, she practically floated back to the bed where she bounced onto the mattress and pressed a smacking kiss to his lips.
“Enough of that,” Dhavin interrupted. “Thanks to you two, every couple in a half-mile radius is engaging in intercourse right now. I beg you, please tone it down in the future.”
“We need to find you a girl, Dhavin,” Amaryllis said as she snuggled against Lucian’s side.
“Lucian will share. Won’t you, Lucy?”
She placed a restraining hand on her husband’s chest as he lunged forward with a growl. Dhavin should thank his lucky stars she had the strength to hold her husband back. “He’s teasing. Besides, he never made me scream.”
Dhavin gave a theatrical gasp. “That’s hurtful. But in all seriousness, congratulations on your bonding. I know that in each other you have found the happiness you both deserve.”
“Thank you, cousin.”
“As much as I’d love to allow you more time to bask in your bonding, I have news on Bale.”
The grim tone in his voice raised the hair on her arms. “What happened?”
“Bale was spotted at your club asking questions. Kristos found him as he was leaving and followed. They came upon some sort of skirmish amongst a felonious tribe. Bale unleashed hell, slaughtering all but two, and engaged Kristos in battle in the process.
“How is Kristos?”
“He’s fine. Confirmed that Bale is a tough target to beat, but also discovered that Bale is having difficulty siphoning through the glutton of emotions on this planet. We can use that to our advantage.”
“Yes,” Amaryllis murmured. The apprehension twisting her stomach tightened. “What else? I sense more.”
“You friend, Jorges, was injured.”
“What did Bale do to Jorges?”
“Nothing that a couple of stitches couldn’t fix.”
Bile rose in her throat. “Heaven’s light.”
“He’s all right. The wounds were meant to warn, not kill.”
As if that made her friend becoming a target any better. “That’s it. We end this now.”
She jumped out of bed and retrieved her jeans from the floor, tugging them on in jerky movements.
Lucian stopped her hand when she reached for the buttons on the shirt. “Akita, I don’t like how you just shut me out. What are you thinking?”
“I’m done hiding. He was trained by you, Lucian. He will be patient and methodical while waiting us out. Meanwhile my friends will be terrorized or killed while we sit on our asses. Not acceptab
le. If Bale wants me, he’ll have me.”
Lucian made a sound that was half laughter, half strangled gurgling. “Let’s not be stupid. That’s not what I mean,” he hastened to add when she arched her brow. “I understand your frustration and I know you hurt for your friend, but you cannot walk up to the man and believe you can have a reasonable conversation. He wants us dead. I will not give him the opportunity to succeed.”
“And I cannot stand by and do nothing,” she shouted, angry more about the situation than at Lucian. “There are four of us and one of him. We’ve lived here longer. We know the environment better and are more aware of our abilities. We use them and end this threat. Now. Call Kristos and bring him in.” She picked up Lucian’s pants and threw them at him. “And put some clothes on. I cannot concentrate when your cock is pointing at me.”
“Your Highness,” Dhavin interceded and shook his head at the fuming giant behind her. “With all due respect, I ask you to take but a moment to let us think of a plan that does not put any of us in danger, especially a newly mated wife and her husband who looks as if he’s two seconds from strapping you to that table and leaving you there forever.”
Lucian wouldn’t. A glance at him over her shoulder confirmed he’d do just that. “General Lucianllanos. What say you? I will listen to any suggestion you have, however, if I am not satisfied, I will handle this myself. And you better have something stronger than a pair of handcuffs to tie me down.”
His eyelashes fluttered and his nostrils flared, yet he restrained the eye roll she knew he was dying to let loose. His chest rose with a deep breath. “Gods grant me the strength for you are glorious when you are riled. Come to me. I need you in my arms for just a moment to remind me what we’re fighting for.”
And like that, her anger deflated. When he held open his arms, she flew across the room and threw herself against his chest. Yes, ultimately it did not matter how Bale was defeated as long as he was put down quickly. Lucian didn’t want her near danger. Understood. She wanted him nowhere near the action as well, but this endless waiting for the other stiletto to drop was driving her insane. No one could live their life on hold forever.
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