BION: Elemental's MC (book 5)

by Alexi Ferreira

  “Always,” he replies, and then he’s removing my T-shirt. I close my eyes, too scared to see if he’s disappointed with me or not. I hear his breath catch just before he places his big hand on the front of my bra and tugs. The lace tears with his strength, letting my breasts jump out in freedom.

  He groans. “You’re beautiful.” And then his mouth is on my breast, kissing, nipping, and tugging until I’m mindless with want. I start to pull up his T-shirt as he continues to worship my breasts until he finally lifts and whips it off. Before I can see his magnificent body, his lips are back on my sensitive breast and his other hand is kneading my other nipple to a frenzied peak that shoots pleasure down to my core.

  “Bion,” I whisper as I pull his hair in my passion, wanting more but not wanting him to stop what he’s doing, either.

  “What do you want, beauty?” he rasps as he starts to kiss down my body until his lips are now lavishing kisses around the hem of my jeans, one hand still playing at my breasts, the other opening the button of my jeans. I never knew how much kissing could turn me on, but this man’s lips could drive me to do anything he wanted.

  “You,” I murmur as he pulls down my jeans and panties and tosses them behind him.

  “You have me,” he growls as he sits back and looks at my naked body displayed before him. “All of me.” I feel a blush suffuse my cheeks at his attention. I lift my hands to hide my body, but before I can, he stops me by holding my hands next to me. “Don’t ever hide from me,” he grunts before he lowers his head and starts kissing my navel, moving lower with each kiss until he’s at my heat.

  The moment I feel his lips at my opening, I gasp. Never has anyone done that to me. I would hide from embarrassment if my body wasn’t so out of control. I can feel my core tighten at the pleasure Bion is lavishing on me.

  “Oh . . . Oh.” Is that husky voice mine? My mind starts to splinter with light as his tongue runs up to my clit and plays there. “Bion,” I groan as my inner muscles start to convulse in pleasure.

  “That’s it, beauty, come for your man,” he grunts as he buries his tongue inside of me, licking every drop of my essence as I fall apart around him. When my tremors start to quieten, he lifts his head and stares deep into my eyes.

  “You’re like nectar; I can feast on you for the rest of my life and be a happy man.” He lowers his head again. Turning it slightly against my inner thigh, he bites down gently, making me yelp in surprise. “Your essence intoxicates me with its sweetness.” With that, he turns his head to the other side and bites again, the slight pain making me gasp, but I feel a tightening in my core again.

  “Bion.” My hands move towards his head, stroking his hair as he kisses where he bit, and then he’s moving back until he’s standing before me. His hands move to the button of his low-waist jeans. I can see the magnificent bulge straining against them, and then my mind goes blank when he drops his jeans and steps out of them.

  Oh my, if there ever was a perfect specimen, he must be it. Every muscle is perfectly defined as if chiselled to perfection, his tattoos enhancing the beauty of his body. His nipple piercings sparkle, begging for my attention. My eyes move down to his abs, and then lower until they land on his very big, very engorged manhood. I gasp.

  He approaches again. In my contemplation, I completely forgot about my nakedness, but as he slides over me and I feel the heat of his skin, I sigh in pleasure. The touch of his skin on mine enhances my already sensitive hormones. I can feel moister pull between my legs as he kisses me with such passion that we are both breathless by the time he lifts back on his haunches and takes hold of his beautiful cock.

  I’m mesmerized, looking at his essence leaking, making him glisten as he strokes once. With his other arm, he lifts one of my legs around his hip, and then he inserts that bulbous head into my tight sheath, making me gasp with the feeling of fullness. Holding my other leg, he places it around his hip too. His big hands grip my hips, and he starts to move. With each slow thrust, he deepens his possession of me a little more.

  “You’re so tight,” he groans when he’s about halfway. I can see the moisture on his forehead with the effort that it’s taking him not to plunge to my depths. His hands are on my hips, holding me still as he moves, and then he lowers his upper body and kisses my breasts hungrily, making me catch my breath as he pulls out a little and then finally fully embeds himself to the hilt.

  We both groan at the pleasure we feel. The fullness I’m experiencing has no comparison. I can feel my muscles straining around him to accommodate his size. He starts to thrust gently at first, kissing and nipping at my body until my inner muscles start to tighten, and then his thrusts become urgent, rougher. He lifts his upper body, and holding my hips tightly, he plunders my depths with such passion that I’m mindless to everything but what’s happening.

  My core feels like a volcano about to erupt. There is such pressure that when I start to tighten around him in mindless pleasure, I’m sure I will fragment into little pieces. I hear his loud groan as his hips lose their rhythm and are now thrusting with such frenzy that I know he’s about to explode.

  And then I’m coming apart as I feel every fibre of my body disintegrate with pleasure. I feel something against my lips, but before I can think about what it is, I hear his words. “I join us forever and always. Where one goes, the other shall follow. I will hold you above everyone and everything else. I will protect you until my last breath. My body, soul, and mind are forever yours, and yours is mine.” And then he bites my breast, and my body that was just starting to come down from its high explodes again with such strength that I’m sure I lose consciousness, because when I realize what’s happening, Bion is slumped over me and we are both breathing unevenly.

  We lie like that for a few minutes, catching our breaths; I lift my hand to Bion’s head and start to gently stroke his hair. I can feel his muscles start to relax with each stroke of my fingers. A few minutes later, he lifts his head and looks deep into my eyes. “You’re mine!” he states, and then a huge smile splits his face until he moves his lower body and we’re both groaning in pleasure.

  He moves back, slipping out of my body. Instantly, I feel emptiness, and I know he will be the only one who will ever be able to complete me. “Come, beauty, the water will help relax those overused muscles,” he teases as he stands. Before I can cover myself and move to stand, he has already lifted me against his body and is carrying me into the bathroom.

  “You’re going to have to stop doing this or you’re going to have back problems when you’re older,” I grumble, making him roar with laughter.

  “You weigh no more than a feather. Don’t worry about my back; it will be fine,” he says with a teasing smile. I’m about to reply, but then he steps into the bath, lowering both of us into the warm water.

  I sigh at the pleasure of the water as it surrounds us; he leans back, placing my back against his front, and I take the opportunity to lean my head back against his chest and close my eyes in pleasure. I hear the tap turn on and more water being added to the bath, but I’m too lazy to open my eyes until I feel a sharp pain on my right hip and then a burning sensation.

  “Ow,” I grumble as I sit up, placing my hands over my hip. Bion shoots up behind me and pulls my hands away, placing his over the pain. “It’s burning,” I complain as I feel his chest behind me cocooning my body with his.

  “It will be gone soon, beauty. Relax. I will make it better. It’s just my mark,” he murmurs against my ear. I can already feel the burning sensation cooling. What does he mean his mark? A few minutes later, he lifts his hand and turns me slightly so he can look at my hip. Looking down, my eyes widen in surprise. I lift slightly out of the water to make sure what I’m seeing is real.

  I trace a finger over the pattern that has appeared on my hip. How is this possible? How can I get a mark like this in a few minutes? “Do you like it?” I hear him say cautiously as he looks at me, tracing the beautiful pattern.

  “It’s beautiful, but h
ow?” I ask, still unbelieving that this is really on my body. The mark is a few tones darker than my skin, and the pattern is intricate.

  “When Elementals bond, our mark appears on our woman to warn everyone that they belong to us.” He pulls his arm forward and points to it. “See, it’s the same as mine. Each Elemental has his own special mark.”

  I bring my hand up and trace the mark on his arm. “It doesn’t go away?”

  “No. Why? Do you want it to?” he asks with a frown, but before he can worry, I stretch my hand and stroke it over his face.

  “No, I love it. Now I will always have something of you with me.”

  At my words, his frown disappears and a wide smile splits his face. “Beauty, that isn’t the only thing of me you will always have,” he states as he starts to lower his head. “Since the moment I laid eyes on you, you have had all of me.” My eyes fill with tears as he kisses me.

  Thinking back, I remember a time when I thought I would never find anyone to love me the way I wanted to be loved. A time when I contemplated ending my life. I was in such darkness that I thought I would never find the light again, but with time, I made my way back to the light. I thought that I had found a semblance of contentment. But now that I have mated with Bion and I have come to know all the people who surround me, I realize that I was never happy or content but merely living from day to day.

  BION 13

  I close our bedroom door quietly behind me as not to wake Brie. Last night was the best night I have ever had in my life. I have had sex with many women throughout my very long life, but not once did I feel what I felt yesterday with my beauty. For the first time in my existence, I understand what it’s like to actually share myself with someone else.

  I’m a lucky fucker; Brie is a beautiful, intelligent woman with a huge heart that cares deeply for others. I know I will do anything in my power to keep her safe and protected from all the evil that has already touched her. I’m going to have to somehow find the way the Keres are using to discover our women. Now that I have my mate, I need to make sure all my brothers get their chance at happiness, too, and don’t risk losing their mates.

  I make my way towards the cells; the closer I get, the heavier my heart feels. This is something I wish with all my being that I didn’t have to do. The best day of my life is also the worst. The first day of my life with my mate is also the last day of my brother’s existence. As I step into the prison area, I encounter Caelius sitting against the wall, his eyes closed, but from the tensing of his muscles, I know he's awake.

  I notice that the others are all gone and only my brother is left. There are no bruises or cuts on him, so I know he hasn’t been interrogated yet. “Well, look who’s come to gloat,” he snaps as he sees me.

  “I’m not here to gloat. If anything, I wish I didn’t have to see you here,” I answer, a fist squeezing my heart in anguish as the memories of our childhood rise to torment me. “What happened to you?”

  “Why would you think anything happened to me? Why do you even ask? It’s not as if you care. You left us all behind and never once looked back,” he screams angrily, his hands fisted next to him.

  “You know that’s not true. I tried to contact you various times, but you wouldn’t even talk to me,” I roar.

  “You gave up on us. Why should I talk to you?”

  “Why did you turn Keres?” I know I should calm down, as my anger isn’t helping the situation, but the anguish is overwhelming. Even though I haven’t spoken to him for decades, the thought of him dying in a few hours is gutting. “You still had so much ahead of you. Why go to the darkness?”

  “Really!” He laughs. “And what would you say I had ahead of me?”

  “You could still have found your mate. Why give up?” I roar.

  “You’re such an asshole. For your information, I did find my mate, and she died.” His voice is hoarse at that revelation, his eyes glossy with that look that all the Keres have of taking too much blood.

  “What?” I feel my heart constrict with pain at the thought of the agony my brother must have gone through. Now that I have Brielle, just the thought of anything ever happening to her drives me insane.

  “Not so high and mighty anymore, are you?” he sneers as he turns his back towards me and starts to pace.

  “What happened?” I ask, calmer now that I know the despair he must have gone through.

  “Daddy dear insisted I go with him on one of his governmental conferences. While I was with him, there was an accident, and I couldn’t get to her fast enough. She needed my blood, and I wasn’t there,” he growls as he pulls back his fist and punches the wall angrily. I can see the skin of his fist has split and the blood is running down his arm.

  “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you,” I answer, feeling remorse at knowing that maybe I could have helped somehow. He turns his head, glaring at me with hate shining in his eyes. I know as a Keres, there’s no more goodness in his being, only darkness and hate.

  “Ha, sorry, what is that supposed to do?”

  Before I can answer him, I receive a text. Reluctantly taking my phone out of my back pocket, I look down. “Fuck,” I growl as I turn to hurry to the infirmary.

  “What’s up, Brother?” Caelius talks for the first time

  “Gunner,” I reply as I rush out of the cells and towards the infirmary. Cassius sent me a red code text with the word Gunner. I rush into the infirmary to find Cassius and Draco holding him down as he convulses.

  “How long has he been like this?” I ask as I rush to prepare a shot to calm him.

  “He started just as I sent the text, not more than a couple minutes,” Cassius grunts. I walk towards them and administer the shot. I bend over him and lift his pupil to see his dilated eye, his teeth grinding at the force of the energy flowing through his body.

  “What’s happening?” Draco asks.

  “His body is trying to change and adapt to all the energy flowing through it. Let’s hope he’s strong enough to change,” I reply as I take his pulse.

  “Do you think he’ll make it?” I know Draco always feels responsible for when things happen to us, but in this case, he couldn’t do anything to stop it.

  “I don’t know, Brother. He’s already lasted longer than most,” I say, noticing that Gunner is finally calming, his breathing still uneven, but for now, he’s fine.

  “I think that whatever your woman was doing to him yesterday helped. He didn’t even twitch the whole time she was healing him. The moment she left, he became agitated,” Cassius reveals as he moves away to go sit by his woman.

  “We’ll try it again. Once she gets up, she can sit with him for a little while. I don’t want her to heal for very long, as it takes a lot out of her,” I grunt, moving towards Cassius’s woman to check on her.

  “I’m sure she wasn’t that tired yesterday going by your swagger,” Draco teases as he moves towards the end of Gunner’s bed.

  “To tell you the truth, Draco, I’m glad, because I was starting to worry. Every time I came near him, he had a hard-on. I didn’t know if I should have felt offended, as I’ve never had a hard-on that lasted for weeks. My ego was taking a knocking,” Cassius teases, a smile on his face, but I notice it doesn’t reach his eyes.

  “What are you talking about? That’s my natural state,” I joke as I check the woman’s pulse, noticing it speeds up when Cassius talks. Interesting. That means that subconsciously, she already feels the connection between them.

  “Let him brag. It’s not the length of time but what he can do with it,” Draco comments with an exaggerated thrust. “From what Burkhart was saying this morning, there was such an uneven knocking against his bedroom wall that he thought the water pipes were finally collapsing.”

  “Either that or his woman had to whip his ass to get him to move. You do realise that him sitting in here the whole time is making him lazy?” Cassius suggests.

  “Interesting,” I murmur, confirming my suspicions.

  “What is?” Dr
aco asks with a raised brow.

  “Her heartrate speeds up when Cassius talks. That means subconsciously, she already knows his sorry ass.” I’m looking over at Cassius when I reveal this and see his eyes widen and a look of fear enter them. That’s interesting. Why does he feel fear at knowing that his woman reacts to him?

  “What does that mean?” he growls.

  “It means that you should talk to her, bring her back from wherever she is, because clearly she knows your voice, and it will help her to find her way.”

  “What do I talk to her about?” he grumbles with a frown.

  “Well, not your dick. We wouldn’t want her to decide it’s not worth waking up,” I tease.

  “Fuck off, asshole,” he grunts. “You wish your dick could do what mine can.”

  “Well, that’s my cue to leave. I really don’t want to know about my men’s dicks and what they can do with them,” Draco teases as he starts to make his way towards the door, but as he reaches it, he stops and looks back. “Besides, none of you will even come close to my skill. I wouldn’t want to embarrass you.” With that, he leaves while chuckling.

  “In your dreams,” Cassius calls, while I show Draco the finger as he looks in through the windows of the infirmary. Just then, I see my beauty walking past Draco and smile at him. When her eyes catch mine through the windows, her cheeks bloom with colour.

  “Morning,” she calls as she walks in. I notice her opening and closing her hands in agitation as she stops just inside, unsure of what she should do. I walk towards her, seeing her chest rise and fall with her quickened breathing. Placing my hand at her waist, I pull her towards me. I lower my head and take her lips in a scorching kiss.

  When I hear Cassius start to make gagging noises behind me, I lift my head and smile gently at her. “That’s how you greet me,” I murmur, and am about to lower my head again when Cassius groans loudly.

  “Come on, give a guy a break.” Brie starts to laugh nervously as she hides her face in my chest.

  “Asshole,” I grunt, but I can’t stop the smile that spreads across my face at the feel of my woman close against my body. “How’re you feeling this morning?” I whisper as I nuzzle just below her ear.