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

by Honor James

  “To your right.” He pointed sort of around the staircase. “Through that door there.” He followed on her heels to the kitchen and grinned as she stopped. It was a great kitchen, large, overboard, and most chefs’ dream. Scooping her up suddenly, he set her slightly out of the way. “Nancy-bot.” He pointed down at his little robo-vacuum.

  “Oh my,” Dahlia murmured as she took in the stunning kitchen. It was as if he had opened up a magazine and pulled one of the kitchens out and into his home. “Wow.” When he scooped her up she let out a little squeak and then looked down at the vacuum with a grin. “Love it.” Everything about his home so far she was in love with. “Food. If there is none here we will have to go out to eat because I really do want food.”

  “There should be food around here,” he said, moving toward the fridge. Opening it, he grinned. “We have food, fresh stuff even.” He must have had an order in that he’d forgotten about. “Who knew,” he said with a chuckle.

  “Do you not eat here? Not eat?” Dahlia asked with a frown and watched him. “Because I think that would be very weird, to live with a man who doesn’t eat. I’m not so sure that I would like that too awfully much, darling.”

  “I eat, just not very often,” he told her honestly. “I only have to eat once a week but can eat up to a meal a day. My body processes food differently than yours does. I have to eat a bit, but if I eat too much I get ill, a lot like food poisoning in the most literal sense of the term.”

  “Oh,” Dahlia said with a frown. “I’m sorry, honey,” she murmured. “Food really is good. I happen to love food. Are you sure that you won’t mind me eating in front of you?” Because she knew there would be lots of times where she ate and he wouldn’t.

  “Hey.” He reached out and drew her in close. “It’s fine, love,” he told her quietly. “It’s how I survive. You need to eat three meals a day minimum for you to survive and stay healthy. That’s just how it is. Besides, I don’t mind if others eat in front of me. I’ve been doing it a long time. It doesn’t matter to me in the least.”

  “All right, as long as you are sure,” Dahlia told him with a smile. “I’m glad because I do want to be healthy. Don’t wanna get sick at all because that would just plain and simple suck,” she said honestly. “All right, we will do what is necessary.”

  “Yes, we will.” He smiled at her gently. Pressing a kiss to her lips, he breathed her in. “What would you like to eat? We have all the necessities of life including but not limited to eggs, bacon, sausages, ham steaks, regular steaks, vegetables of every variety, and some things I may need to read the label on to figure out what they are.”

  “How about just toast and eggs? That sounds amazing to me. It’s not too much food and yet it’s what I want, so it should work out perfectly, right?” Dahlia really wasn’t a big breakfast eater, so toast and eggs was actually more than she normally had.

  “How do you want your eggs done?” he asked as he pulled out the carton of eggs. Grabbing the loaf of bread, he dropped four slices into the toaster and found a frying pan. “Fried, scrambled, sunny-side up?” He grinned at her.

  “Over medium,” she told him with a wink. “The whites done but the yellow still runny. I don’t like scrambled, because to me they are too rubbery, so if you can give me over medium I think that I’m totally going to keep you forever and always.”

  “Right,” he said, starting to heat the pan as he grabbed plates. “You’re weird, darling.” He grinned at her as he pulled out butter and jams for the toast. Setting everything on the counter, he cracked an egg into the pan and partially covered it as he started the coffeemaker.

  “I might be weird, but you love me like crazy. Admit it,” she said with a wink. “You love me and I love you, so this crazy is good for us. We are meant to be crazy, together, darling mine. Don’t worry about anything. We just need to worry about being happy and being together, right?”

  “I’m very happy with you, darling,” he said softly with a grin. Putting the bread down, he checked her egg. “You are amazing, special, unique, weird, gorgeous, sweet, generous, and a whole bunch of other gushy words I’ll use over the next few decades.”

  Dahlia winked at him. “Good. I’m glad that you will have a whole vocabulary full of words that you want to use, and if you can, use them from other languages as well. I might not have any clue what you are saying, but I will be able to learn with the time we have together, right?”

  “I will, ma petite,” he said, eyeing her up and down. “I’m sure I can remember a bunch of good words from all the languages I’ve picked up over the years. Though most that come easily are rather nasty with some seriously anatomically impossible suggestions thrown in for kicks.” Why was it one learned the bad words before the good stuff?

  “Well, no matter how you have learned them I’m glad that you have,” she admitted honestly. “All that matters is that you know them and will teach them to me, right?” she asked with a happy grin.

  “Some of them perhaps.” He grinned at her. “Not all. I don’t want you getting any ideas about using them against me in an argument. ’Cause that would just not do at all,” he told her, pulling her egg from the pan and adding toast to her plate. Handing it to her, he threw in two eggs and cracked the yolks so they would cook. He couldn’t stand not having his eggs cooked all the way through, too much like snot for his peace of mind.

  Laughter filled her, and she shook her head. “Oh, honey, you and I both know that you will let me win most of the arguments that we have.” Most at least. She knew that there would be some she simply wouldn’t be able to win no matter how much she tried, and she was honestly fine with that. As long as he let her win some she was happy.

  Leaning over the counter toward her, he smiled. “Doesn’t mean I’m not going to make you work for them, darling.” Glad to see her smiling again, he winked. “Plus I will fight dirty so that I can win the arguments. I have a certain status and rep to maintain as a big badass.” Not entirely true, especially given he was a doctor and he always kept his temper under wraps.

  “Uh-huh,” she said with a twinkle in her eyes. Watching him, she then gave in. “I am quite certain that anything you and I argued about wouldn’t be serious at all, which is why I know you will let me win the arguments, darling.” Her reasoning was sound, at least in her mind.

  Snorting at that, Davyn shook his head at her. “I might let you have one argument. The rest you will need to work for, sugar.” Flipping his eggs onto his plate, he grabbed the last of the toast and sat next to her. “I don’t like losing, period. My ethereal buddy tends to get annoyed on a nuclear scale. It’s why I try and avoid conflicts of any kind, why I went into medicine.”

  “Yeah, but your alter ego really likes me a great deal, so I think he will let me win an argument or two.” Or twelve. Davyn’s alter self really adored Dahlia. She felt it in every touch that Davyn gave her, every glance her way.

  “He is rather besotted,” he muttered, stabbing at his eggs as he peeked at her from the corner of his eyes, fighting a grin. “You’ve got him all wrapped up around your little finger. So much so all I hear from him when you’re around is a happy little humming like he’s purring for you.”

  Dahlia grinned at that and bumped her shoulder to his. “I rather love when he’s purring, when you’re purring. I rather love you, so it makes me all kinds of happy to know that you love me every bit as much as I do you. I figure that’s the great part of life, right? That we are both getting along so well?”

  “It will make our lives a smoother endeavor,” he agreed easily enough with a smile. “It’s creepy that he purrs,” he told her, making a face. “Normally he’s silent unless he’s giving me a warning or passing me information about someone. I’ve even heard him snarl once or twice, but the purring is just so damned wrong.”

  She began to snicker and shook her head. “Honey, you purr, too. When we are making love, you purr, and it’s the sexiest sound that I’ve ever heard. I love it when you purr, makes my whole e
ntire body so happy that it’s unreal.” She adored his purrs, very much so.

  “I do not purr,” he said in male indignation, staring at her in horror. “Vicious rumors,” he huffed in her direction, shaking his head. Inside he was grinning and laughing. So was the Wraith. They both found their woman amusing and so damned cute in her stance on things.

  “Oh baby, you do purr. Do you need for me to remind you again of just how much you do purr?” she asked him with a smirk. “I know just how to get you purring, darling. I know exactly what is needed in order to do so.”

  “Oh really, that sure of yourself, are you?” he asked with a grin. He’d been trying to get a rise out of her, and it looked like he’d succeeded. Shifting slightly, Davyn cocked a brow. “Go for it, darling. See if you can make me purr.” It was a dare, plain and simple.

  Dahlia loved to be teased. She loved when he teased her. “Well I could do something like this,” Dahlia commented and moved so that she could stand between his legs while he sat on the chair. Placing both of her hands on his thighs, she leaned in close to him and breathed against his neck, her lips barely touching his neck. Licking him, she continued to whisper as she moved her hands closer to his straining cock. “Or I could maybe do something like this.” Gently she pulled her nails up the full length of his shaft and back down again.

  Growling at her, he bit her shoulder lightly. “Are you teasing me or tempting me?” he asked in a rough tone. The Wraith was curious, too, not entirely sure what their mate was playing at. They both knew she was playing with them, attempting to get him to purr, something he was trying to remain conscious of and to not allow past his throat. As long as the Wraith played along they’d be fine, and she’d have to try much, much harder.

  “Both,” she growled back at him. “I would never turn you down on anything, darling,” Dahlia admitted with a grin, her hands moving once more up and down his shaft. “Purr for me,” she begged before dipping her head and brushing her tongue over the head of his cock. “Purr for me, come for me.” Both, anything at this moment she would take. Opening her mouth, she took him in and began to hollow out her cheeks as she slid down his cock, determined to give him pleasure like he gave her so very often.

  “Holy hell, woman!” he hissed, one hand gripping the edge of the counter, the other sliding into her hair. Rocking with her, he groaned. She nearly had him purring, that bloody fast and easily. “You need to work harder for a purr, babe. Not going to be so easy.” Davyn could feel the Wraith’s confusion. Damned thing was all ready to purr for their mate and didn’t understand the hold up if it got them both what they wanted.

  Dahlia grinned. Bracing her hands on his thighs, she began to move her head up and down on his cock, her tongue swirling over the head of his shaft and teasing with the sensitive spot just on the underside near the head where the heavy vein met the domed head of his cock. She began to purr herself, the vibrations moving through her and into him.

  Davyn was fighting hard not to give in to the purring the Wraith was doing. Holding on tight to the counter, he focused on his breathing, in and out, in and out. His toes curled, his eyes rolled back, and he was pretty sure he was using his hold on her hair to get her to do what he wanted. But he couldn’t seem to control any of it, not when she did that little thing with her tongue.

  Feeling his hand at the back of her head, she moaned. Her hand moved to his balls and she began to massage them, scraping her teeth down his cock as she moved up and down on his cock.

  Okay, he was purring. Damn it all to hell and back, he was purring! Fucking woman was killing him with her mouth and her hand, and Gods almighty! Arching, he yelled something, might have been words, more than likely absolute garbled crap, as he came.

  She drank him down greedily. Every single drop of his seed he spilled she drank down. She was determined to take all that he gave her and knew that nothing else in the world would ever replace this moment in time. After she drank him dry, she pulled off and looked up at him with a grin. “You were purring.”

  “Shuddup,” he croaked out with a huge grin. Grabbing her hands, he tugged her up and into his lap, wrapping his arms around her. “I admit it, you got me to purr,” he muttered, nibbling on her neck and shoulder lightly.

  Dahlia could only smile and nod. “I love you so very much, Davyn. I’m glad that I can make you smile. It makes me all kinds of happy knowing that I can make you purr for me.” It never failed to make her happy to know just how much that she could give him pleasure.

  “I’m glad you’re happy, darling,” he said, softly rubbing his nose to her skin. She had the most amazing skin, so soft and silky, the scent a pure aphrodisiac, like he needed one. Sliding a hand down her back, he slipped his fingers between her legs to stroke her gently. “I think I owe you a mind-shattering orgasm, my sweet darling.”

  “I think you are right.” Dahlia grinned and leaned in closer to him. “I think, however, that we should perhaps go somewhere other than on the kitchen counter stool, because I’m worried I will fall over should we do this here.”

  “Oh we’re not making love in the chair, darling,” Davyn said with a grin. Shifting slightly, he lifted her up on the counter and pressed her back. “You most definitely won’t be falling,” he promised, before ducking his head to press his mouth to her wet pussy.

  Dahlia gasped when he pressed her back against the cool counter, but as soon as his mouth touched her body she shuddered in need. Bracing her feet on his shoulders, she desperately tried to pull him closer and whimpered as she tossed her head from side to side. The sounds of her crying his name out echoed in the room, the desperation in her voice gaining momentum as he devoured her.

  Lapping at her silky cream, he pulled her closer to the edge and held her. She kept trying to push, her feet on his shoulders giving her a hell of a lot of leverage. Stabbing his tongue deep, he curled the end to draw more of her sweetness out as he watched her up the smooth length of her torso.

  Dahlia arched up and found herself sobbing, desperation and need crawling in her. She heard herself screaming, felt the rush of liquid from her core. Shuddering, she whimpered as she spoke. “Davyn.” If he wanted her to purr, she would purr, but she needed him, was desperate for him.

  Wiggling his tongue over her sweetness, Davyn stood up, the chair screeching along the floor. Yanking her closer to the edge, he thrust into her hard and growled. “Give me more,” he told her as he thrust into her hard, his hands keeping her still so he didn’t hurt her.

  Looking up at him, she grinned. “There you are.” Reaching up, she pulled him in closer. “Everything, Davyn. You have every part of me. I’m yours. Now and for all time,” she promised. Dahlia’s hips moved along with his. She had a need for him, one that was being quenched now as they made love.

  Dropping her legs, Davyn hauled her up with a gentle grip on her neck and kissed her hard. Wrapping his arms around her, he thrust into her over and over. I love you, he whispered in her mind as he teased her mouth.

  I love you, too. Dahlia whimpered and braced her hands on his shoulders to ride him harder, faster. So close, Davyn. Come with me, honey. Please, she begged him. We both need this, honey. Come with me.

  Growling, he thrust into her hard one last time and let loose, the Wraith slipping his hold and sliding between the two of them. Groaning softly, he held her as he came, his orgasm a brutal thing. The Wraith was pinging around like a kid on a sugar rush.

  Dahlia screamed as she came, holding on to him so tightly she was sure that she was imprinting him in her body. She hugged him close to her body as she came harder and faster, riding the orgasm through as she did so. Dear God, I love you so very much, Davyn.

  Breathing her in, he held her tight, unable and unwilling to let her go. Resting his cheek to her shoulder, Davyn closed his eyes for a moment. “I love you, too, Dahlia,” he murmured with a lazy smile. Stroking his fingers lazily up and down her back, he gave a soft grunt as his body ejaculated into hers again.

  Dahlia smiled and
held onto him as he came again and again. “Love that feeling,” she whispered. “So very much,” she admitted. “Of you coming inside of me. That feeling is one of such pleasure. Thank you for it.”

  Choking out a chuckle, he groaned. “Not exactly anything I can control, love,” he told her. He was built how he was built, and apparently Wraiths were big on expending a lot during lovemaking. Pressing a kiss to her neck, he breathed her in. “I love you, babe, but you are a little weird.”

  “Yeah, but that’s one of the many things that you love so very much about me. Admit it.” Dahlia giggled then. “I can’t believe that we just made love on the kitchen counter. That’s just too awesome.” She liked it, a lot. “Goodness, Davyn, I love you, and I’m so happy to have you with me.”

  “Babe, we will be making love in a great many places in this house,” he told her honestly. “The kitchen was on the list, and we can now check off the counter. Only the table, floor, wall, and up against the sliding door to go.”

  “I think that we will have to start inventing places to make love soon,” she teased happily, “because we wouldn’t want to have anything we do getting dull, now would we?” There was a pause, and grinning, she looked up at him. “Then again, I doubt that anything would ever be tame between us, my love.”

  “Not even close,” he assured her with a grin. Pressing a kiss to her lips, he rubbed his nose to hers before leaning back. “I think I may need to start eating breakfast again if this is the way it will end every day.”

  That had her grinning. “Well, of course, I really think that you should start eating breakfast again, and so should I. I think that having us together, having us sharing anything together would be just another conduit into making love far more often. Yep, I think that it would be good to find all kinds of reasons to simply stop what we are doing so that we can be together, don’t you?”