by Sara Page
Vis keeps pushing and pushing, and then he’s carrying me. When my back hits the bed, I try to tear my lips away from his.
What’s gotten into him?
“Vis?” I gasp against his mouth only to have his tongue thrust deep inside, taking advantage of the opening.
Our tongues duel for a moment, battling, teeth clashing, but he’s so aggressive he easily overpowers me.
I have no clue what the hell is going on. One moment he was telling me he was leaving and making me cry, and now he’s kissing me so hard I can’t breathe. I’m suffocating.
Is this his way of saying goodbye? It better not be, I think as I grab at his shirt. I’m still not willing to let go of him.
Instead of pushing Vis away so I can breathe, I tug and pull him down with me on the bed.
His weight comes down on top of me and I just want to stretch and purr beneath him. It feels so good to have him like this, to have this connection with him, even if it can go no further.
Even if nothing but this can happen between us.
His knees bump into my knees and I spread my legs, opening for him. He settles himself between my thighs and I wrap them around him. Trapping him.
“Ameia,” Vis growls, his mouth leaving mine long enough to get my name past his lips.
I suck in a mouthful of air and beg breathlessly. “Don’t leave me. Please, don’t leave me, Vis.”
He groans and his mouth crashes into my mouth so hard I know my lips will be bruised after this. He kisses me hard and deep, and I kiss him back.
I’m giving everything I have to him.
If I can just push enough of my love into him, I know he won’t want to leave. If I can just give a little more, I can make him want to live.
My fingers lock around his shoulders and my ankles lock behind his back.
With a groan his body rocks forward and he purrs, his chest vibrating against my breasts. My nipples tighten, and all these delicious little jolts of sensation travel down my spine.
“Ameia,” he growls into my mouth and pulls back hard on my lips. “You taste so fucking delicious.”
His mouth licks and nips at the corners of my lips and then he’s kissing and biting his way down. Tasting my cheeks, tasting my chin.
My breasts rise and fall as I struggle to catch my breath. Each brush, each touch against his vibrating chest is torture, and I’m breathing so fast I feel lightheaded.
His eyes are so heated I can feel the glow of them warming my flesh as he leans back and drinks me in. Then his eyes lock on my breasts and his hands cover them. At once I feel another jolt and gasp.
“Vis?”
“These breasts,” he rasps as his hands squeeze. “I want to taste them. I have to taste them. May I, Ameia?”
He doesn’t wait for my answer. His hands move up, grabbing my dress at the shoulders and he yanks the fabric down.
My breasts spill out and he growls so viciously the little hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.
“You are so beautiful. So fucking beautiful, Ameia. I’ve envied every second Warrick got to join with you,” he pants above me. “I’d give anything to trade places with him.”
Bending down, his hot mouth covers my right breast, and he suckles greedily on it. I feel yet another shocking jolt of sensation, this one even stronger than the one before.
“What’s going on?” I cry out as my nails sink into his shoulders. I’ve never felt these sensations with him before. These little jolts are something I’ve only felt when joining with the others.
Vis pulls back, my nipple popping out of his mouth. “I don’t know, and I don’t care,” he states before his mouth covers my other breast.
He suckles and my back arches, my hips rocking up on their own accord. My sex bumps into something hard and I freeze.
Maybe it’s just my imagination?
As Vis groans and suckles on me, making all kinds of animalistic sounds in his throat, I pull my hips back and then thrust them back into him again. Yes. There’s something definitely hard there. But how? What is it?
“Vis?” I gasp and grab at his hair, tugging on him.
Vis growls and his teeth nip my nipple. My sex clenches as the pain hits. It hurts so good and more electrical pops and jolts are exploding just beneath the surface of my skin.
Fine, if he’s going to be that way…
Hips rocking into his hips, I grind myself against his hardness and he stills above me, his mouth going slack.
“What is that?” I ask.
Vis shakes his head. “Is this real?” he asks but I’m not sure who he’s asking. Breaking away from me, he sits up and shoves down his pants.
His erection springs forth and I gasp.
He looks between his cock and me in disbelief.
“I thought you said you couldn’t?” I question. What the hell is happening? I didn’t think he was lying to me.
Shaking his head, he reaches down and lifts the skirt of my dress. Gazing at my panties, he makes a sound of frustration before grabbing them and tearing them off of my heated flesh.
“I must be dreaming…” he says before falling upon me again.
His weight comes down and I feel his cock digging into my stomach. He’s hot and throbbing against my skin as his mouth finds my mouth, kissing me hard and deep.
I’m not dreaming I want to tell him, but I don’t want him to stop. I don’t want him to question this.
What if this is our only chance? What if he can never do this again?
My arms wrap around him and I grab his shoulders. I’m never letting go. Oh, stars, I don’t want to lose him.
I spread my legs wider and rock my hips up, encouraging him.
He groans into my mouth and then I feel his cock dragging back, along my stomach. A second later and he’s driving his cock forward, rubbing against the folds of my sex.
I jerk and shudder beneath him.
Encouraged, he pulls back and drives forward again, the crown of his cock bumping into my clit.
All kinds of warm electric jolts and shocks pop beneath the surface of my skin.
His tongue drives forward just as his cock does, but this time instead of pushing against my folds he’s pushing himself into my entrance.
There’s tightness, hesitation, and I will my body to just give.
He spreads me open, burying himself deep.
Bottoming out, he stills. I’m so deliciously full I feel like he just speared me into the bed.
Time seems to freeze.
“I’ve fucking died and gone to oblivion,” he groans against my lips.
“No,” I exhale and clench down on him. “I assure you I’m very much alive and still breathing.”
“What is going on?” he asks, sounding confused and a little frightened.
“I don’t know, but you’re buried inside me.”
He’s sunk so deep and snug I can feel his cock twitch as he says, “Oh shit, I am.”
“Vis,” I groan, arching my back and pressing my breasts into his vibrating chest. “We’re joined.”
“Fuck,” he curses and pushes forward, smashing my clit.
“You’re inside me,” I whine. My legs tighten around his waist and I dig my heels into his ass.
“You’re so fucking warm,” he groans and kisses me as he pulls his hips back.
Driving forward hard and fast, he stills again. Both of us shuddering and clutching each other as static crackles across our flesh.
“I never thought I’d get to feel this,” Vis says, his voice gruff but full of amazement. “I never thought I’d get to feel this part of you.”
So much emotion wells up inside me as I cling to him. I want to tell him that he’ll have this again, that I’m his, but I’m afraid to because I’m unsure of it.
I don’t know what’s happening.
I don’t want to promise him something he can’t have. Stars knows he’s had enough taken away from him.
So I tell him, “I’ve wanted this. I’ve wanted
this so bad.”
“Fuck,” he grunts and pulls back only to slam in again. “Now I know this is a dream.”
“It isn’t,” I insist, tossing my head back and forth as he begins to slam himself in and out of me repeatedly.
“It is, it has to be,” he argues with me, grunting with exertion. “Nothing should feel this good, nothing real can feel this right...”
“It’s because we’re joined,” I sigh, staring up into his eyes. “We’re connected…”
Staring back into my eyes, I watch something inside of him snap.
“We are, and I never want this to end,” he rasps. “But I’m so close. I don’t know how long I can last…”
My heart leaps with excitement and my thighs tighten around him. To know he’s already so close to coming, to losing it, is beyond flattering, and I want to watch it. I want to watch him as he comes, I want to watch him lose control and know that I’m the reason. He losing control because of me.
“You don’t have to hold back,” I encourage him, once more digging my heels into his ass. “Please…”
Shaking his head, he stills for a moment, tensing up, and I know he’s fighting his release back.
“Vis,” I groan and clench down, squeezing him. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop. I’m so close…”
He shudders as my body pulls him in. “Fuck, Ameia. If you don’t stop I’m going to come. I mean it.”
“Do it,” I say, taunting him. Daring him. “I want you to come inside me.”
He clenches his eyes shut with a pained expression.
“Please, Vis,” I rock my hips up, grinding myself against him.
“Dammit all,” he curses and his eyes open, flashing so brightly I’m blinded for a moment. With a growl, he drives himself forward, pumping himself in and out of me furiously.
There’s so much pressure building inside of my core, so many crackling currents of sensation I can’t focus. My grip on reality is slipping away from me, and I just want to let go, to get lost in it.
I’m so close, so close to coming when I feel him snap. Warmth fills me and he’s swelling inside of me, almost too big.
He just keeps growing and growing.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he curses, twitching and jerking, and still determined to pound himself inside of me.
I let go of my own release to open my eyes to watch him.
He’s so beautiful as he loses it.
His face is furious at first, set with determination. Then that fury gives way to wide-eyed amazement. Gradually, his thrusts slow. The urgency transforming into wonderment.
Expression softening, he gazes down at me with such tenderness, with such love I’m absolutely humbled by it. Buzzing with it.
“Ameia,” he purrs, head dipping down, lips softly brushing against me.
Reaching up, I press my entire being into the kiss. He can’t leave me, he can’t. Especially not now, especially not after this.
Stilling completely above me, he kisses me long and deep.
When he finally pulls away, I softly beg him, “Please don’t leave me. Say you’ll stay.”
He stares into my eyes for the longest time before he answers. “I’m not leaving.”
I’m so relieved my bottom lip trembles and I begin to cry immediately, sagging beneath him.
“Ameia,” he groans as if he’s in pain and bends down, kissing me again. “Don’t cry.”
I suck in a deep breath and hold it while I fight the tears back.
“I can’t leave now.” He places a kiss on my forehead then another one on the tip of my nose. “Not now that you belong to me.”
I release the air I’m holding in a gush of relief and his lips recapture my lips. Mouth slanting over my mouth, his tongue strokes against mine, taking up the lead while his hips slowly pull back.
Thrusting forward, I gasp into his mouth as a strong jolt of sensation shoots up my spine, resonating through all of my limbs.
Inside me he’s still hard and stiff, he hasn’t softened at all. Yet I know he found his release, I still feel warm and full of him.
“Vis?” I ask, fingers clutching at his slick skin. “Again?”
“Yes,” he rasps and pulls back only to thrust deep inside me again. I arch beneath him, the throbbing in my core reawakening. “Once wasn’t enough. I need more of you.”
Thighs tightening around his hips, he pumps himself inside of me slowly, deeply. Gliding easily. Savoring each stroke of his skin against my skin.
Grabbing me by the face, he holds me tightly as he works himself in and out, not letting me look away as his hips roll, grinding himself deep. “You accepted me.”
“Yes,” I gasp, feeling breathless. Each deep roll of his hips has him rubbing against my pulsing clit.
His eyes flash and for a moment I’m blinded.
“You’re mine now,” he rumbles. “I feel it inside of me, filling up that emptiness.”
Stars help me, I try not to burst into tears again.
“I feel like I have a purpose now,” he says, staring down at me with that look of wonderment again. “You are my purpose, Ameia.”
I’m feeling so many different things I don’t even know what to say or how to even tell him. There’s warmth, pleasure, and this incredible buzzing sensation.
Slowly, sweetly his body rocks against my body and we stare into each other’s eyes as we both find that place together. That place where for a few minutes we can find peace.
There’s no rush this time, we’re savoring each other. Drawing out the experience for as long as we can.
I come undone first. I was too close to the edge and the pressure that was building inside my core comes back with a vengeance.
All at once my muscles are locking up around him, my heels digging into him with urgency as I come undone. Crying out his name, I explode in a gush of pent-up energy, pleasure and emotion.
He follows a moment later, grunting and filling me up with hot sticky warmth until he collapses on top of me, sinking me into the mattress.
We cling to each other, unwilling to let go out of fear or just straight up possession as we catch our breath.
After a couple of minutes, he starts to push up, and I reach up, grabbing onto him to stop him.
“Where are you going?” I ask.
“I don’t want to hurt you with my weight,” he explains.
Gazing down into my eyes, he looks at me with such love, such appreciation I can barely stand it.
Looking away, I tell him, “Don’t go. You’re not hurting me.”
Pulling him back down, I wrap my entire body around him to trap him.
I don’t know what just happened and my brain is too fuzzy to process it, but I’m not ready to let go of him yet.
Not after I came so close to losing him.
Chapter Ten
“Ameia!” Beast barks out from the doorway, startling me awake.
Untangling myself from Vis, I sit up and blink sleepily at Beast. My brain is still struggling to catch up with the rest of my body but the look on Beast’s face immediately fills me with alarm.
“What’s wrong?” I ask before I put two and two together. He seriously looks like he’s ready to murder somebody. What’s gotten into him?
Following Beast’s line of sight, I glance over at Vis, who is still very naked in bed with me, and then back to Beast.
“Wait, I can explain…” I say defensively.
Beast looks back to me then looks back to Vis. He takes a step forward, his fists clenching at his sides.
Vis’ eyes narrow and he glares right back.
Shit. Are they going to fight over me?
I try to scoot in front of Vis, thinking I’ll need to protect him, but then he starts to shove me behind his back as if he needs to protect me.
“Get your hands off of her,” Beast growls ominously.
Vis ignores Beast, still trying to push me behind him.
“Hey,” I call out to Beast, shoving Vis hands away as I try to
scoot back in front of him. Seriously, I need to shield him from Beast’s wrath. “It’s up to me if he gets to touch me.”
“No,” Beast snarls and I don’t even have to see the look on his face to know that’s he’s seconds away from going into one of his rages. “He is not worthy.”
“I’m his too,” I insist and shoot Vis a glare as I slap at his pesky hands away.
“No, you are not,” Beast barks back. “Saying it does not make it true, Ameia!”
Not giving up, Vis grabs me by the upper arms and hauls me behind him, giving me a look that says stay.
Taking Vis’ distraction as an opportunity, Beast’s long stride eats up the distance between him and the bed. He stalks forward and Vis jumps up from his sitting position, preparing to meet him.
“Don’t Beast!” I cry out. “We’re joined! He’s mine! Just listen for a moment!”
“What the hell is going on here?” Striker asks as he steps inside the room, his eyes quickly taking in the situation.
“Stop them, Striker,” I plead.
“Why the fuck are you naked?” Striker asks with some disgust as he takes in Vis’ nude state. Both Beast and Striker are dressed in their standard black uniforms.
Fist lifting, Beast looks as if he’s just about to take a swing before he blinks in confusion. Looking down at Vis, he scowls and some of the anger on his face fades away.
All at once we’re all looking at Vis’ cock.
To his credit Vis doesn’t appear to be ashamed of his nakedness though he does seem a little uncomfortable from all the attention he’s getting.
“I told you,” I snap out, grabbing the sheet and taking it with me as I jump up from the bed. “We joined.”
“Impossible,” Beast says with disbelief.
I walk up to Vis and squeeze between him and Beast.
Beast gives me a hurt look as he takes a step back to make room for me.
“Given that they’re both naked, and knowing that Ameia isn’t prone to lying, I’d say it looks pretty damn possible to me,” Striker says.
I shoot him a look of gratitude.
Offering Vis some of my sheet, he accepts it by pulling me closer and wrapping it more around me, covering me up. “We have joined,” he says, eyes flashing down at me. “Ameia has accepted me.”
