“Exactly,” Jaime agreed.
“What he didn’t know, is that there are two of you,” Jaime said to Ruby.
“One of Fire,” Ty said, looking at Pearl with a wanting need that almost made her blush.
“And one of Flame,” Jaime said, bringing Ruby’s hand to his lips to kiss. “I will never share you.”
“Nor I,” Ty said, hovering intently over Pearl.
“You need to back up a few steps. I have not agreed to anything,” Pearl snapped.
Ty smirked smugly. “You will.”
“The prophecy is fulfilled,” Clarence added. “You two have met, crossed the chasm, found your fire and flame, and now you’ll become the same.”
Ty looked down at the table, his disappointment evident.
“Is there something I’m missing?” Jaime asked. “What’s the problem?”
Ty shook his head. “No. No problem.”
“Well, what’s next?” Mildred asked.
No one said anything for a few moments. Then finally Jaime spoke up. “I want to find our parents.” He raised his head to see what Mildred thought, then what Ty was thinking.
“I do, too,” Ty answered.
“And I want to kill that motherfucker for terrorizing you all your life. And then I want to kill him again because I think he took our parents from us. And then I want to burn his fucking body for daring to even consider taking my mate.”
“Then we have a plan,” Ty said.
“A plan? Hardly. We have a goal,” Ruby exclaimed.
Tyrisey shrugged. “Same thing.”
“See? Did I not tell you they were alike. So much alike!” Ruby said.
They talked at great length into the night. They spoke of ideas of how to bring down Rufussian and those faithful to him. They spoke of how to reopen the colony and allow them to begin to become socialized into the human community again. They spoke of how to keep the Chireop hidden and protected from any outsiders that may wander into their town — which honestly wasn’t such a difficult thing. The Chireop people are nocturnal. Any humans visiting would not be wandering around the desert alone at night, and the Chireop would not be wandering around town in the middle of the day. But most importantly, they spoke of replacing Rufussian with Tyrisey and possibly Jaime as well, though Jaime was insistent he wanted no part of it.
They spoke until the gray light of the morning began to seep in through the windows.
“I should go,” Tyrisey said, sliding out of the booth and standing beside the table.
“I thought you said you’d stay,” Mildred objected.
“I’ve no place to rest. I need to return to the colony. It is our nature to become weak with the morning, and I should go before more of your kind are moving about in the light of day.”
“You can have Ruby’s place. You can rest there. We’ll go back to the colony tonight. We’ll take out Rufussian together,” Jaime said.
Tyrisey looked at Pearl, considering leaving her to simply go back to his rooms and get some rest. He didn’t want to go. “Will you stay with me today? If I stay in Ruby’s room?”
Pearl raised an eyebrow at Tyrisey. “If I do, what does it mean?”
“It means you like him! That’s it! Nothing more,” Ruby rushed to answer.
Tyrisey watched Ruby curiously, not sure what she was up to, but he didn’t argue or contradict her words, though they both knew she was lying.
Pearl allowed her eyes to travel down Tyrisey’s body and up again. Sex was certainly her most addictive vice, and it’d been a long time since anyone had piqued her interest like this male had. “I’m a little tired. Had a long drive, coming to save Ruby’s ass. Then to find her missing and find out about you…” she said to Tyrisey. “I could rest.”
“Save me from what?” Ruby asked.
“Him!” Pearl snapped, pointing at Jaime.
“Too late,” Jaime said, sliding out of the booth and slipping his arm around her waist. “We’re a done deal.”
“Well, Mr. Done Deal, where am I going to sleep if Ty’s in my room?” Ruby demanded.
“With me, at my place. And I have a hot shower, so you should enjoy it,” Jaime said.
“Hold up! You’ve had a hot shower all this time, and you rigged a cold-ass hose for me to take a shower inside some damn tarps outside my room?!” Ruby screeched.
“I told you about my shower! You ignored me and went straight to the one outside your place! And then, well, you seemed happy enough with it. And I was going to bring you home last night — you could have used my shower then, only you weren’t here!” Jaime explained, with a sharp tone rising with his every word.
“Yeah, unhuh, I bet you were!” Ruby sassed, while Jaime led her toward the front door.
Mildred just chuckled. “Come on, Tyrisey. Let me show you and Pearl where Ruby’s room is.”
Tyrisey raised a hand in a wave toward Jaime, who returned the wave while simultaneously trying to wrangle Ruby out of the front door.
“This evening?” Tyrisey called.
“This evening,” Jaime answered as the door closed right after he hustled a still irritated Ruby out of the diner.
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Tyrisey stood just inside the door, looking around the room that had housed Ruby when she first arrived. He hadn’t told Mildred that he knew where Ruby’s room was — that he’d watched through the window as Jaime had claimed Ruby and Ruby had claimed Jaime.
Ty inhaled deeply. Jaime and Ruby’s scents permeated the room. Proof of their Bonding there for anyone to detect.
Pearl strode forward and lifted the edge of the mused sheets on the bed. “Didn’t take little sister long, did it?” she asked on a wry chuckle.
“For?” Ty asked.
“For claiming the man once she’d decided she wanted him.”
“Guess not. Does it run in the family?” Ty asked, a tilt to his head.
“No, it definitely does not. A little fun, a few sexy times, and we’re done.” Pearl looked around the room, not finding any storage areas, she went to the dresser and started pulling open drawers and rifling through them. “Aha!”
“What have you found?” Ty asked, stepping closer to her.
“Clean sheets! We’ll be all comfy in no time.”
Pearl went back to the bed, whisking the sheets off the mattress and tossing them in the corner. Then she took the pillow cases off the pillows, replacing them with cool clean ones and tossed the dirty ones into the corner as well. “There we go, fresh sheets.”
Ty wrinkled his flat, turned up nose, sniffing the air. “If you say so.”
“Better than it was, at least.”
“It is that.” Ty lifted his shirt over his head and wings, while toeing out of the boots he wore. His boots were particularly long, made of buttery soft leather of some sort. Pearl wasn’t sure if they were cowhide or not. There was no hard sole on the bottom of his boots, they were made more like moccasins, the foot totally encased in the soft leather. His shirt was another thing altogether. She’d not thought about it in the diner, but how the hell did he get a shirt on with his very large, very imposing wings sprouting from his back.
Ty tossed his shirt toward the foot of the bed.
Pearl went straight for it, picking it up by the shoulders and holding it up to the light. She grinned and shook it out, before turning it around and holding it up again. “Of course! I wondered how you got your wings into a shirt.”
“Simple. Below the shoulders the shirt is in three pieces, one panel in the back center between my wings, a large slit separating the pieces where my wings are, and a solid front just like any other shirt. The shirt fits around my wings where they are attached at my back. I tuck it in or let it hang, works either way.”
“Ingenious!” Pearl said. She started undressing, pulling her own clothes off.
Ty stood mesmerized, watching Pearl as though he was no more than a fixture in the room with her. With each new bit of skin she revealed, it was apparent she had tattoos in more places tha
n just her arms. She stripped down to her panties, then lifted Ty’s shirt and slipped it on. It was too large for her, and easily covered as much as a regular night gown would.
She turned to Ty, a seductive smile on her face. “What do you think?” Pearl held her hands out from her sides for him to get a good look.
“Think it’s perfect.” He strode toward her, his face intent, his eyes focused on her and her alone. When he reached her, he slipped a hand around her waist, pulling her to him.
Pearl was no shy, wait for a man to show interest kind of woman. She had no problem taking what she wanted, from whomever she wanted it. Seeing him up close and personal, feeling his body against hers, the thrill of him not quite being human, yet, still human, had parts of her lighting up like a Christmas tree. She went willingly into his embrace. Draping her hands over his shoulders, allowing him to press her body against his.
Pearl raised her face to Ty’s. “Want me?”
“Yes!” Ty hissed, running his hand up her back beneath his shirt.
Pearl leaned in and pressed her lips to his.
Ty sucked his breath in and did his best to hold himself in check. His entire body was electrified by this simple kiss.
“Feel any different than the kisses you shared with my sister?” she snarked.
Ty had been watching her lips, but now his eyes raised to hers. “Very different. And it wasn’t a kiss of passion, it was more… is this as hopeless as it seems kind of kiss?”
Pearl snorted. “And what is this kind of kiss?” she asked, leaning in for a hard, yet slow and methodical domination of his mouth. His hand came up to hold the back of her head and angle her exactly where he wanted her. She’d started the kiss, but he finished it, completely dominating her, dispelling any illusion that she would be able to manipulate this situation, whatever it was, to her whims. It would obviously be a compromise for the both of them. They’d have to both give in, or neither would. As Ty pulled away from their kiss, Pearl sucked his bottom lip into her mouth and nipped it.
He swatted her ass, but smirked down at her.
Pearl held his head in her hands and brought it down to her level, laving his bleeding lip with her tongue, suckling it into her mouth and pulling on it with the suction of her own mouth, tasting his blood as it passed her lips and throat.
“Is this hopeless, too?” she asked.
Ty shook his head slowly. “No. No, this — is soul changing. We will become one, stronger than any has ever known, or the fight will destroy us.”
“Well, I don’t know about becoming one, but I’m always up for a good fight,” she whispered.
Ty grinned. “As am I.”
Chapter 19
Pearl didn’t look away from him as she reached for his belt buckle and began to loosen it, then slide it from around his waist. She unbuttoned his pants, then unzipped them and shoved them apart and just ever so slightly down his thighs.
When his cock sprang free, jutting up proud and strong beside his navel, she reached out a hand and stroked it from as far as she could see where it strained against his opened zipper, to the head, where she pressed her thumbnail into the slit already leaking from her close proximity.
Ty’s chest rumbled and Pearl grinned, laying her other hand on his chest to feel the rumble. She ran her thumb over the head of his cock, again teasing the slit.
“You do that again, I’ll throw you down on that mattress and fuck you until you can’t move or speak,” he growled.
“Ooooo, promises, promises,” Pearl answered.
“Guarantees,” Ty said gruffly.
Pearl raised an eyebrow, ran her thumb over the slit in the head of his cock and again pressed her thumbnail into it, this time deeper, harder. The hard set of her face as she stared him in the eye letting him know she was calling his bluff, and was perfectly fine with his response. She only hoped he wouldn’t disappoint. She’d never had an orgasm that she didn’t give herself. Never. Men were too damn gentle, always wanting to pamper her. She didn’t want to be fucking pampered. She wanted to be fucked, devoured, consumed! And if this male could do that, couldn’t help himself from it, she may be in more trouble than she originally thought.
Pearl noticed a spark in Ty’s eyes. A glint that she’d not seen before. He smiled wickedly, then leaned in, she thought to whisper in her ear. But he didn’t whisper in her ear. He licked her throat, then her neck up near her ear. And when she thought, damn, not exactly devouring me, he struck, sinking his teeth into her neck at the same time he lifted her from the ground while he tore the panties from her body and shoved his thumb inside her pussy. He slammed Pearl to the bed, coming down hard on top of her, his thumb shoved inside her, massaging at the same time his middle finger slipped into her ass. He suckled at her neck, all the while rocking his hips against her thigh.
Pearl gasped, her head thrown back, her body locked into place beneath his, the hypnotic pull of his mouth on her neck coupled with his fingers penetrating her had her in an almost euphoric state. She realized her hands were on his shoulders, but rather than push him away, she was pulling him to her. This, this right here, if it was the best she ever got from him, was better than anything else she’d ever gotten from anyone else in her life.
Slowly, Ty pulled his tiny, razor sharp fangs free from her neck. He licked the small wounds and ever so slightly withdrew his thumb and finger before shoving them back inside her. Her walls clenched around his fingers, trying to pull him deeper inside. He lifted up above her, looking down at her face, waiting for her reaction. This was him. This was his nature and he needed her to be okay with who he was, not imagine him to be something he wasn’t. He looked down into her eyes, expecting her to be upset, afraid. But instead, he found an untapped fire burning there.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he snarled.
“I’m waiting,” she answered.
He pulled his fingers from her body and went up on his knees causing her to whimper at the loss. He shoved his pants off and away, tearing them in the process, having lost all patience with the damned things confining his movements. He reached out to plant a hand on either side of her head, but her scent caught him. He raised his face, his nose scenting the air, then turned his face toward her body. He crawled down her body, following his nose until he found the source of the scent that had stolen all his senses. Slipping his hands beneath her knees he shoved them both back to press into the pillow on either side of her head. He looked down at her pussy, his pussy, and grinned at the tiny little bar pierced through the hood of her clit. He knew better than to tell her to hold her legs there so he could explore — she’d move them just to show him she could. So he pressed his arm across them both while he laid down with his shoulders pressing on the backs of her thighs and ran his face up the length of her. He plunged his tongue into her, stroking inside her as deeply as he could while the flat of his nose nudged the little bar resting against her swollen clit.
Pearl’s breath caught and she struggled to move her hips against him. He was so strong, and held her in such a way that she could barely move. “Please,” she finally whimpered.
“What?” he asked.
“My clit, please!” she begged.
Ty redirected his efforts, licking his way up to her clit and flicked it back and forth, suckling it into his mouth over and over again while using his lips to keep the tiny piercing from following her clit into his mouth. Which made the bar rub back and forth over her clit while the hood was repeatedly pushed back. It really took no time at all and she was screaming in pleasure. He laid there for a moment longer, teasing her, just slipping his finger into her, barely breaching her opening before pulling back.
Pearl recovered quickly and though she had her hand on the side of his head lovingly holding him to her, she looked down and with as much attitude as she could muster dared him. “I thought you said you were going to fuck me. That was not fucking, my friend.” She scooted back on the bed, attempting to free herself from him. “I guess I’ll just have t
o find someone else to finish the job for me,” she teased, knowing full well the monster she was hopefully provoking.
She had no time to wonder if her plan would succeed. She found herself in full motion, finally landing on all fours on the mattress, his full body weight coming down on top of her, while his cock impaled her from behind in one single motion. “You will not fuck another,” he snarled in her ear.
Ty wasted no time pounding into her. He raised up on his knees, holding her hips and yanking her to him to meet his every thrust.
As soon as Pearl got her own knees under her, she helped by slamming back against him while pressing her chest to the bed to give herself more leverage, the sounds of their damp flesh slapping was music to her ears.
There was no mercy asked, and none given. Both fucked like their lives depended on it, completely lost to anything but their senses. The closer Ty got to coming, the more intense he became. His fingers where they gripped her dug into Pearl’s hips, his claws making tiny red pierces in her flesh, with little streams of blood painting her body.
Pearl was so close, closer than she’d ever been to orgasm. She was completely unaware of anything around her. All she felt was Ty moving inside her, pain at her hips, a powerful male holding her in place while he fucked her like a woman should be fucked. He was consuming her, cell by cell, and she fucking loved it.
Ty grinned, his body was lost to his woman. She’d taken up the chant, harder — deeper, harder — deeper, and he did exactly as she asked. She started trembling, a keening cry started to build deep in her throat. Then, her pussy seized around him, squeezing him so hard he thought she was going to break his cock off, but it didn’t matter, as long as they both came he’d deal with it later. He felt the tell-tale tingle of orgasm building at the base of his spine, only this time was different. It felt as though his soul, his entire being was wrapped up in whatever was about to break free of his body. He started growling, slamming into her more deeply, trying to imprint his very soul onto her body. Finally, when there were white flashes of light behind both their eyes and their bodies threatened to collapse, Pearl screamed and arched her back, throwing her head back, while Ty let out a guttural roar, filling her to overflowing, fucking her until he felt the rippling inside her stop, and the arch of her back relaxed, letting him know her orgasm was finished.
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