The Wraith's Mate [Paranormal Protection Unit 9] (Siren Publishing Allure)

by Honor James

  “Well hopefully he will never want to kill me.” Dahlia had the smallest hint of fear in her voice when she spoke. “I only want your love, Davyn. His love. I only want to finally find happiness that I think you and I both deserve.” She spoke passionately, her eyes lighting with fire and need. “And I really would love it if you kissed me, touched me, hugged me again.”

  Cupping her face, he stared into her eyes. “He can never hurt you, Dahlia,” he whispered. “You are a part of us now, joined in the bonding with us,” Davyn said gently. “To hurt you would hurt us. It would literally kill me, sweetheart, for either of us to hurt you.”

  “I’m glad,” Dahlia admitted with evident relief. “What about the kissing? I really think that you should kiss me again. I truly believe that we should share each other on a sober morning, don’t you?” There was that crease of a frown on her brow, and she added, “You are able to make love without me being drunk? Right?” Please, God, she hoped.

  “Oh hell yeah,” he told her honestly with a grin. “But before we do anything you need to drink the rest of the water and I really, really need the little boys’ room. Someone, not saying names, had a knee pressed into my bladder all night long.”

  “Can I help it if you are super comfy to sleep on?” Dahlia asked with a grin and took the water from him. “After the water I really should find a toothbrush, potty, and shower. I’m sure that I likely smell like a brewery.” She was ashamed of how she had acted. Dahlia didn’t drink, but last night it had been too much and she had only wanted to get drunk out of her mind.

  His lips twitching, Davyn shrugged. “Hadn’t noticed,” he told her softly. Sliding from the bed, he padded naked toward a door. “I’ll only be a minute and then you can have the bathroom,” he called over his shoulder.

  Dahlia hadn’t been able to stop herself from looking at his ass. Good lord, she could be blind and she would want to look. “You have the sexiest butt that I’ve ever, ever seen,” she called out to him and fell back on the pillows once again. Fanning herself, she whispered, “God, he’s stunningly handsome. Perfect. And mine.”

  “Always yours,” he called out, obviously easily hearing her. “And thanks for the compliment even though I know I’m actually lopsided.” There, that right there would ensure she was always looking and trying to compare. Sneaky man. How was she supposed to keep her eyes off his ass now?

  “No, you’re not. You are perfect!” Dahlia shot back to him, but in her mind’s eye she started to think about his ass, and good lord he was perfect. “Damn you, Davyn, you did that just so I would think about your ass while you were gone!” she shouted back at him, grinning like a loon as she did so.

  “I would never do such a thing,” he called with a huge grin. Washing his hands, he dug out his toothbrush and found a spare for her. “But it worked, didn’t it, my love?” he teased before scrubbing his teeth quickly so he could give her the room.

  “You better believe it that it worked,” she said from the door. With her shoulder on the frame she watched him. “But then again since the moment I met you I’ve pretty much done nothing but think of you.” Except for when the sadness took over, which had her sighing and shaking her head. “I really need to go pee. If you are done can I have like two minutes before I take a shower?”

  Spitting, he wiped his mouth as he watched her in the mirror. Hanging the towel, he turned to her and cupped her face. “Never again, Dahlia,” he whispered, brushing a kiss to her cheek. “Even if I’m not with you physically you are never alone. You carry my heart and soul with yours for the rest of time, darling mine.”

  Leaning her head into his hand, she nodded and closed her eyes. “As you will never be alone either,” she whispered softly. “But at the moment I really do need just a couple of alone minutes so I can pee, wash my hands, and start my teeth. Then you are welcome to come in here, kiss me, and if you want, shower with me?”

  “I’d like that a lot.” He smiled down at her. “While you do your business I will go and start coffee. You do drink coffee, right?” he asked, eyeing her suspiciously. “Or are you one of those tea people that I need to watch out for?”

  “Neither. I don’t like hot drinks,” she admitted. “Water, milk, or juice for me,” she said with a wink. “Now get out of here. I really need to go.” She was all but dancing from foot to foot right now.

  “Doesn’t like coffee,” he muttered, shaking his head. Dropping a kiss to her nose, he stepped out of the bathroom, pulling the door shut. Since the cleaning crew wouldn’t be in until the end of the week, Davyn padded out of his room and down the stairs naked. Having eight acres surrounding the house with heavy forestry ensured absolute and complete privacy, just how he liked it.

  Dahlia grinned and shook her head. Finally she turned and looked in the mirror and winced. “Good lord have mercy, he must love me to give me those looks of absolute need like he was with me looking like the mad woman that I look like.” Her hair was standing up all around her head. Her face had smudges of mascara all over it, and her eyes, Lord, her eyes! She looked like a melted raccoon!

  You don’t look like a melted raccoon, he whispered in her head with a laugh. You look like a wild woman who had incredible and amazing sex outside.

  You can hear me? Dahlia looked in the mirror, the toothbrush paused on the way to her mouth. What I’m thinking? You can hear me and you can talk to me? There was clear shock in her tone and in the way that she now stood there, simply staring at herself in the mirror with the toothbrush paused on the way to her mouth.

  I can hear you and you can hear me if you listen, he said softly. We can also talk to one another. It’s strictly between bond-mates, an intimate form of communication and much, much more, too, with practice. To give her a demonstration, he sent her the image and sensations involved with him licking at her nipple and waited for her reaction.

  She had been brushing her teeth when the feeling of his mouth on her nipple hit her. Tugging the foamy toothbrush from her mouth, she gripped the bathroom counter and licked her lips. “Oh God.” She closed her eyes for a moment and then in her mind asked him, Again. She begged, spitting as she did so.

  Grinning, he gave her the sensation again, but to both nipples at the same time. Nearly impossible to actually do but for in her mind. Whistling softly as he heard her moan through the hall, Davyn “blew” a breath over her wet pussy and up into her body, a ghostly sensation of the faintest touch to her most sensitive and private places.

  “Davyn,” Dahlia cried out and rinsed her toothbrush. Moving to the door, she jerked it open and leaned against the frame for a moment before going to the shower. You should come shower with me, touch me in reality as well since I don’t know how to give back to you what you are doing to me.

  Grinning at her from where he stood stroking his hard cock, Davyn lifted a brow. “So you like that, do you?” he quizzed, moving in closer. “Good, because I like knowing I have a little power over you, too, darling. You already have me wrapped around your little finger, and that is terrifying and thrilling for me. Nice to know I’ve got something to keep you interested in me.”

  Dahlia’s eyes immediately fell to his cock. She licked her lips and then turned her face to him. “I like watching you,” she admitted to him and continued to do just that. She watched him stroking his own cock and felt her body reacting to the action. “So are you going to shower with me?”

  “Oh absolutely,” he said with a grin that just kept getting bigger and bigger as he walked in closer. “Want to touch?” he asked, stopping before her as he let go of his aching cock. “You can, you know. You’re mine, sweetheart,” Davyn declared. “Which means I’m yours, too, in all ways.”

  “I very much would like that,” Dahlia admitted and reached out to touch him. She tried to close her hand around him but her fingers didn’t quite meet. “No wonder I’m a little sore this morning.” It wasn’t as bad as she had honestly thought it would be, the pain “the morning after,” but she did still ache. “You are so har
d,” she whispered and stroked her hand up and down his shaft. “Like velvet over steel. I like it, a lot.”

  Reaching over his head, Davyn took hold of the doorframe and watched her under hooded lids. “The head is sensitive, especially right underneath near the large vein,” he hissed out, tightening his hold on the wood as she explored him. He wanted her to know him as well as he would get to learn her body. He needed her to feel a full partner in their mating.

  Dahlia dropped to her knees. She wanted to see the large vein that her thumbs were caressing. When she did so she looked up at him and then, simply because she couldn’t help herself, she leaned in and traced her tongue along the pulsing vein on the underside of his cock and shuddered in reaction. Looking up, she saw the neon blue of his eyes and grinned. “Hello to my Wraith mate as well.” She knew that the flames in his eyes were the Wraith now, and she didn’t mind, at all.

  Davyn let out a breath that sounded a lot like a hiss, right before there was a loud creak. Rocking his hips forward a little, he growled at her softly. Don’t tease me, love of my life, he murmured in her mind as he gave her a “breath” over her wet pussy.

  She shivered. “Then what should I do?” she asked with a grin, her mouth closing over the head of his cock, her tongue finding his sensitive spot and toying with him. The entire time her mouth and hands touched him she watched his eyes, felt the Wraith, and pushed a little further.

  Any second he was going to tear the frame away from the doorway. The wood was seriously and ominously creaking under his grip. “More,” he told her, sending her images of him rolling and pinching her pretty pink nipples, licking at her tight little clit as he thrust fingers deep into her body over and over.

  Dahlia gave in to the need and began to move her head on him. She took him deeper into her throat, her mouth sucking harder and harder at him as she moved up and down on his hard cock. Lifting her other hand from his thigh, she touched her fingers to his balls lightly and began to toy gently with them while her other hand stroked his cock in time with her mouth moving up and down on him.

  She loved the feeling of him, and she heard her own moan. Looking up at him, she saw that the Wraith and her Davyn were both well and truly present, and for them and them alone she redoubled her efforts. She was determined that he would enjoy this, determined for him to come for her, if she could do it that was.

  More, he demanded, rocking his hips forward over and over. He was trying not to push her or hurt her, but by the Gods she was killing him. Throwing his head back, he growled and, when she scraped her teeth to him, Davyn gasped as his body went taut and semen sprayed into her waiting mouth. Holy mother of the Gods!

  Dahlia drank him down. She swallowed the seed that he pushed down her throat. When he finally stopped spilling down her mouth, she pulled off of him, licking him clean and then licking her lips as well. Leaning back on her heels, she looked up at him, the pose a subconsciously submissive pose. “That was amazing,” she breathed.

  Staring at her, Davyn moved suddenly, pulling her up with a gentle hand on the back of her neck, dragging her to him to kiss her. Lifting her up, he carried her into the shower, pressing her back to the tiles so he could get even closer to her as he feasted on her perfect mouth.

  Dahlia kissed him back. She didn’t say a word, simply moved with him, tangled her tongue with his, and allowed her hands to move over his body. I love you, Dahlia told him softly, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist from where he had picked her up. She trusted him to ensure their safety, trusted him in everything.

  Reaching out blindly, he turned the taps on and adjusted the water, getting it good and warm but not so much that it would burn her. Moving his mouth to her throat, he suckled at her neck, nibbling down to her full breasts. Lifting her up higher, he teased her nipples with his tongue and teeth.

  Dahlia’s whole body was a living and breathing mass of need. Everything that he was doing to her was making her drive closer and closer to that edge. “Please,” she then begged. She wanted to come, needed to come. She was so desperate and needed him inside of her again.

  “Please what?” he rasped out, nipping at her soft flesh. Sliding his tongue to her skin, he rubbed his nose to her. “What do you want, baby? Tell me in great, graphic, and explicit detail. I want to be blushing by the time you’re done describing it,” he told her, nuzzling the valley of her breasts, then lower.

  “I want and need to come, Davyn. I want to feel your hard cock buried so deep inside of me that there is no difference between you and me. Please, Davyn, fuck me. Fuck me hard and deep. Bring us both to our knees!”

  “Well, darling, you should just ask, you know,” he teased with a grin, biting the curve of her other breast. “I live to serve,” Davyn whispered, staring up at her as he slowly lowered her down over his cock. “And I do want you always to be happy with me and our life.”

  Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, Dahlia grinned. “I’m very happy with you Davyn. I hate that we came together at such a bad time in life, but I’m so happy you are mine.” Yes, her heart still hurt thinking of her parents, but she had him in her life now. Now they were complete and would be forever more.

  Kissing her slowly so he didn’t have to come up with a reply, Davyn began to move, slowly thrusting into her lush body. He’d never have mated with her if she hadn’t had her entire world torn apart. That was the sad, horrible truth of the matter. No wonder his race was nearly extinct.

  She whimpered and moved in his arms. Her movements became more urgent, more needful. In his mind she cried out again in need. More, Davyn. Please. I want you to well and truly fuck me until we’re both screaming and begging for mercy.

  Shifting to pull her away from the tiles, he held her up easily as he thrust into her. “More?” he asked, getting a shaky nod from her. Grinning, he began to lift and drop her in time to his thrusts, taking her as deep as he could while practically bouncing her off his cock each time.

  Dahlia wasn’t going to last and she knew it. She needed him to come with her, was desperate for that connection she felt each time he spilled inside of her. Leaning into him, she did the only thing she could think of and bit him, hard, on his shoulder. In her mind she screamed, Come! Please, now with me!

  Shocked at her move, Davyn slammed her down over him and held her tight as he thrust up with a bellow. Coming hard from her possessive little move, he ground against her as he filled her with his seed, pumping into her over and over again.

  Dahlia lay now limp against him, her eyes closed and her breath coming in slow gasps. “Goodness, I think that you are going to be the death of me,” she huffed out, her grin showing him she was teasing. “And what a way to go. Goodness, I love you, Davyn, so very much.”

  Dropping a kiss to her lips, he smiled. “I love you, too, Dahlia,” he murmured quietly. Shifting, he took them under the spray of the water, making sure that he didn’t get her in the face. Stroking his hand up and down her back, he breathed her in. “We should go and have a nap. You drank a lot last night, and I think you may need some more rest.”

  “As long as I get to nap with you, all is well.” The sleepy sound came from the woman whose eyes were closed, whose limbs were going lax, and whose breathing was slowing and evening out. “I like being a part of you,” she whispered sleepily.

  “And I you,” he whispered softly against her cheek. Shifting, he turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. Grabbing a towel, he dried her off as best he could before he moved toward the bed and eased them both down, not willing to withdraw from her body. Tucking the blankets around her, he settled them on their sides and held her tight to him.

  Dahlia yawned again and rubbed her cheek against his chest. “Love you,” she whispered softly and was out like a light as soon as those words passed her lips.

  Chapter Eight

  “Food. I’m starving. Is it time to get up yet?” She was still more than half asleep, but it didn’t matter. She was hungry and she was ready for food. She was starvin
g and wondered if he was as well. “Are you hungry, darling?”

  “I’m always hungry for you, darling,” he said, cupping her ass and massaging it gently. “But yes, it’s time to get up and get some food, my love. More than time I think.” Especially since his stomach had been growling for a good hour at the very least.

  “Good, because I’m starving as well,” Dahlia admitted to him. “So let’s get up and out of bed, saunter down to your kitchen, and see what we can figure out for food for us?” she asked softly. “Because I really need food if we are going to be able to continue and love on each other some more.”

  “We will be, plan on it,” Davyn warned with a slow stretch. Rolling her under him quickly, he nuzzled at her neck. “I love you, Dahlia,” he breathed, giving her breast a squeeze as he kissed her cheek. “Come on, sexy, let’s go and raid the kitchen.”

  “Raiding the kitchen it is!” Dahlia said and rolled out of bed with him. “I happen to really and truly look forward to this, darling. Food. Lots and lots of food that will give us energy that will get us to moving and doing just what we want. Yep, life is good.”

  “Hopefully there’s still food in the fridge,” he muttered, following after her to the stairs and then down. “Do you even know where you are going?” he asked curiously. She’d only been there this one time and lived in his bedroom the entire time so far. Even when they’d been dating she’d never been to the house.

  “Not a clue, but I figure that the stairs would lead me to the first floor where I assume the kitchen is, and from there I was just going to start popping from room to room until you actually led me where I needed to go,” she admitted brightly. “So you wanna give a girl some direction here?”