She bit lightly on his lower lip and moaned. “Mmm, yes, the counter will work. Anywhere will work.”
Sirius smiled as they continued to kiss. She was reading his mind with no effort like a true mate did and not even realizing she was doing it. As her trembling fingers moved to his shirt, Sirius mirrored her moves, pulling up on hers as well. She got his off with ease and then seemed drawn to the markings on his biceps.
“Did they hurt? Getting the tattoos done?”
“No.” He resisted the urge to tell her that they were symbols magikally bestowed upon Gatekeepers when they accepted their destiny. She wasn’t ready for that just quite yet.
He went back to work on her shirt. The second his fingers skimmed over her stomach his cock twitched painfully in his jeans. The zipper bit at him. If he didn’t free himself soon, he very well could have lasting damage.
“We need to slow down or I’ll be to the hilt in you,” he whispered between kisses.
“Promise?”
Desire along with magik began to coat his lower regions. Thoughts of Phoebe’s legs spread open for him left his breathing shallow and his knees weakened. If he fell, he’d never forgive himself. He was more than this. A warrior. Not some randy schoolboy out for his first lay.
As Sirius stared into Phoebe’s green eyes, he knew better than that. He knew that regardless of how many women he’d bedded over the course of his unnaturally long life, she was different. Special. His.
He reclaimed her mouth as he eased her shirt up. The last thing Sirius wanted to do was lose contact with her sweet lips but it was necessary to get her shirt off. He tossed it aside and palmed her breasts.
So perfect. So soft. So warm.
Phoebe moaned. He bent down and licked her puckered nipple. She quivered at his touch and he chuckled as he drew the sweetened bud into his mouth. Her hands went to his hair and she cradled him to her bosom. The need to pull back to keep from mating himself to a human was gone. All Sirius could think about was taking Phoebe and driving his cock into her.
“Slatkiska,” he whispered, unable to help himself.
She didn’t seem to notice his slip. That or she didn’t care. The smell of her arousal drove him mad with lust and left him sliding down the length of her body, pulling her skirt down with him. The tiny white thong she wore barely covered a thing and he loved it. She was slick with juice. It glistened on her bare mons. Gods he loved a cleanly shaved pussy.
Who am I kidding? I’d love Phoebe regardless of what she looked like.
Sirius breathed in the sweet scent of her cunt. How he’d ever gone so many centuries without her was a mystery. The very smell of her arousal was enough to drive him over the edge. Sinking into her depth could very well be his undoing. Still, he had to taste her. Had to sample his mate’s body. The urge to part her folds and taste her was great. He gave in to it. It was divine. Like nothing he’d ever sampled before and Sirius knew he’d never get his fill. She shuddered as he swept his tongue over her clit.
“Sirius, I’m going to fall,” she whispered, her body swaying slightly.
A manly chuckle came from him as he slid one hand behind her and cupped her butt. “I’ll catch you if you do. But right now I’m going taste you. I need this, Phoebe. I need you.”
“I need you, too.”
Sirius focused his attention back on the juncture of her thighs. Deliciously soft. Perfect. His.
Mine.
“Yes, yours.” Phoebe held fast to his hair.
His heart slammed in his chest. Had she really just accepted his claim on her? Had she acknowledged what they were to one another?
He thrust a finger into her tight channel and instantly regretted his roughness as he felt her virginity break away. Phoebe cried out and then her instinct took over. Sirius caught her clit with his teeth gently and sucked. She arched in wild response to him, fisting his hair and holding his face to her pussy. He kept going, licking, sucking, finger-fucking her and Phoebe moved against his face. Her body tensed and he knew she was close. “Let it go, Slatkiska. Give in to it.”
She obeyed and her bliss made his already hard cock throb to the point he almost came. Sirius withdrew his fingers and stared at the slightest tinge of blood on his hand. She’d waited for him. He’d been late coming to her yet she’d saved herself for him.
Kissing her lower abdomen, Sirius’ mind suddenly flooded with images of her swollen with his babe. He kissed her soft skin and drew in her scent. She ran her fingers through his hair and cupped his jaw. “Fuck me, Sirius.”
He went to work on his boots and jeans, making quick time with them. The burning need to be in her was too great. If he wasn’t careful, he’d embarrass himself and finish before he even started.
Phoebe’s gaze dropped as did her mouth. “That will never fit in me. Ever. Ever.”
Biting his lip to keep from laughing, Sirius stroked his cock as he stepped towards her. “But it will. You were made for me.”
He saw the questions floating in her eyes, knew she was piecing together who he was to her and he knew she wanted him. She didn’t even try to hide her attraction to him. Brazenly, Phoebe stared at his cock and wet her lips. He growled and was on her in an instant. “Damn it, woman, you’re making it hard for me not to make a fool of myself here.”
“Mmm-hmm, can I taste you now?”
Her innocent question had almost made him come. His nostrils flared at the smell of her cunt still fresh on his lips and he couldn’t stop himself. “Get on your knees.”
Phoebe’s lips curled into a Cheshire cat smile. Oh, she would definitely give as good as she got. She touched his hip, where another brand of his destiny lay—a tattoo of the sign for Pisces—and smiled. “Mmm, I like this.”
He stepped closer to her. “Open your mouth.”
She did.
“I want to fuck you here,” he said, skimming his fingers over her lips.
“How bad do you want to fuck my mouth?”
Oh gods, you’re killing me here.
“No, I’m just asking you a simple question, Sirius.”
She’d read his thoughts again. That combined with the sight of her on her knees ready to suck him off pushed him dangerously close to the edge. He slid his hands into her silky hair and stared down at her. “Take me. Now.”
Phoebe’s mouth slid over the head of his cock and he was powerless to do anything other than stand and watch as she swallowed as much as she could. He bumped the back of her throat and she wrapped her fingers around his shaft, as best she could. He guided her actions. She looked up through lowered lashes as she began to bounce slightly. Her breasts jiggled, driving him as mad as her mouth already was.
“You’re killing me, Slatkiska.”
She hummed on his cock before raking her teeth over it gently. Sirius’ knees almost buckled and it took all he had to stay vertical. The woman was a minx, a goddess and she was his.
Mine.
Nodding, Phoebe continued her assault of varying licks, sucks and strokes. Sirius threw his head back and growled. She would be the death of him. Her mouth alone possessed the ability to make him submit to her every desire. She pulled off his cock and drew one of his testicles into her mouth with so much care and skill a flare of jealously tore through him.
Fisting her hair, he tipped her head back and stared into her green eyes. “How many other men have you done this to?” There was no hiding the fury he felt. He wanted to possess her fully, not share her with ghosts of other men.
Phoebe licked her way up his shaft, never once taking her eyes off his face. She didn’t appear the least bit scared or taken aback by his outburst. If anything, it seemed to incite her. She raked her fingernails down his upper thighs as she took his cock into her mouth once more.
“Tell me how many, Phoebe.”
She shook her head, refusing to give in to him. It drove the alpha within him wild. The need to make her concede was too great. He took the lead, fucking her mouth with quick, deep thrusts. Phoebe relaxed
her jaw, letting him fuck her face. It was too much. Too good. His balls drew up and he went to pull out. Phoebe seized hold of the back of his legs, slid her hands around and inserted a finger into his anus. She pressed it deeper and cum shot forth from his cock. A spasm tore through his legs and quickly radiated over his entire body as his cum eased down her throat.
Her low murmurs and animalistic noises seemed to keep him coming. “Slatkiska, how many men have you done this with?”
Phoebe released him and smiled. “How many women have you gone down on, Sirius? How many have you fucked?”
It was on the tip of his tongue to tell her that it didn’t matter but he held it in. It did matter. Touching her cheek, he softened his expression. “Our past can’t be changed but the future is ours, Phoebe. Just you and I. Understood?”
She had the nerve to shake her head again. “No, not until I get a wedding in a church.”
“We’re married according to—”
Phoebe bit his upper thigh enough to get his attention. “I understand that we’re married according to your ways but I want to be married according to my ways, too.”
He held his hand up and wiggled his ring finger, drawing attention to the tattooed band of Pisces signs now branded on his finger. “This is eternal, Phoebe. It will never fade from my skin and it will never be replaced by another. You are my one true mate. My only wife from now until I die.”
She stilled. “You can’t remarry after I pass away?”
“No.”
But I’ll die long before you.
Her thoughts filled his head proving she was even closer to acknowledging who they were to one another. Dropping down next to her, Sirius cupped her cheeks. “No, baby. No. I’ll find a way to grow old with you. I swear it.” His brow furrowed. “Wait, Phoebe, does this mean you understand who and what I am?”
She nodded as tears filled her green eyes. “You’re the voice. The man who has been with me all my life. The man I dreamed about and the one who…” She averted her gaze.
He held her cheeks and stared into her eyes. “The one who is your true mate.”
She nodded.
“The one who has worried each and every day about you.”
Phoebe licked her lower lip.
“The one who thought his heart had stopped beating the minute he couldn’t reach you. The minute he thought you were going to be abducted.”
Her gaze landed on him shyly and Sirius could see the disbelief in her eyes.
Leaning forward, he kissed her lips passionately. “It’s true, Slatkiska. I thought I’d lost you and I knew I’d die without you.”
“But you don’t even know me.”
A range of emotions tore through him. His temper rose but he quickly calmed it, knowing she had every right to question what he felt for her. “Phoebe, I know you and you know me. Don’t try to tell yourself different. You were born to be my wife.”
“Huh?”
“Let me claim you fully. Let me make it official.”
She tried to move away from him but he didn’t let her go. “Sirius, you’re not human, are you? You’re like the man who tried to take me. You’re one of the Gatekeepers he talked about, aren’t you?”
For a split second he actually considered lying to her but knew better. “I am. As is Aland.”
“Is Forest?” she asked, her brows pulled together.
The last thing he wanted to talk about while naked with Phoebe was Forest but she wasn’t about to let it rest. He nodded and she seemed to relax a bit. “I would never hurt you, Phoebe. You have to know after all these years that I’d never—”
Pressing her fingers to his lips, she silenced him. “I know. I think I knew the minute I saw you that you are who you are. I just needed a little time for it to sink in. And I’ve always known Forest was different. Heather’s the only one of us who chooses not to see it.”
“So, Sidney knows Forest is different, too?” He hated bringing up her sister but needed to know all he could.
Pain moved over her face and he did his best to kiss it away. “Yes. She told me the day after we met him as little girls that he was from the stars. I thought she was being silly. She wasn’t, was she?”
“No. Technically, to reach our realm, Constellaziogēn, the portals travel past the stars.”
She swallowed hard. “Y-your realm?” After a long blink, she sighed. “Whoa, you’re really, really not human. I thought I was different.” Phoebe let out a soft laugh. “My husband’s got me beat.”
Husband?
His chest tightened. “Phoebe, does this mean I can claim you?”
“Well, since I was saving myself for my husband, that might be best,” she said with the slightest hint of amusement in her eyes. “Of course, you’ll have to meet my parents and tell my dad he was right all along about men who can walk through time and space. You’ll also have to pretend you like my mom’s cooking, even when she makes her specialty.”
He couldn’t help but laugh. “And that would be?”
Phoebe shrugged. “We aren’t entirely sure.”
“I think I can handle that.”
“You’ll also have to accept the fact that Sidney is special. I’m not willing to call her crazy just yet, but she’s not exactly sane either.”
Pulling her to him, he did his best to keep his emotions in check. “Phoebe, she’s not crazy. Think about it. She claimed we were real and we are.”
He could see the wheels in her head churning and hoped beyond hope he was right. Sidney wasn’t crazy but merely gifted. Not wanting to lose his chance to make Phoebe officially his, he seized the moment. “Phoebe, accept my claim on you. Be, officially, my une zeena.”
“What do I have to do?”
He smiled. “Accept me into your body and acknowledge my claim on you. I’ll do the rest.”
The skepticism showed on her beautiful face. “And the rest would be?”
Nothing was getting past her, that much was clear. “I’ll fill you with my seed and my magik and stake my claim on you. That’s all, sweetie.”
He thought she’d deny him the chance to bond until she lay back on the carpet. Chivalry demanded he take her to a bed and claim her the proper way. His cock had other plans. Before Sirius knew it, he was easing himself between her spread legs and aligning the head of his cock to the soaked entrance. “Mine.”
“Yours.” Phoebe clung to Sirius’ shoulders as he eased his cock into her.
He hissed and bit his lower lip. “So tight. You’re killing me.”
She couldn’t respond, white-hot pain followed quickly by the pleasure of his touch consumed her. It was so different from the times he’d taken her magikally. Phoebe never dreamed anything could be more intense than the pleasure he’d given her from afar. She was wrong.
“Relax for me, Slatkiska. Take all of me.”
“I can’t.”
He flicked her clit, tweaking it and driving her mad with pleasure. “You can.”
Phoebe tried to focus but her flesh was taut and her body starved for something it couldn’t possibly handle. Sirius lifted her leg and slid his shaft into her more, stretching her to the brink of pain. Her breath hitched as he began to pull out.
“Don’t go.”
A chuckle came from Sirius as he plunged his tongue into her mouth. The glorious distraction was just what he needed to allow him in. Wasting no time, Sirius thrust into her, claiming her pussy with the same fierceness with which he took her mouth. Her nails scraped over the backs of his arms in an attempt to ground herself. Wrapping her legs around Sirius’ waist, Phoebe took him deeper, swearing she could almost feel him high in her stomach.
He surged forward, taking her body and making it his own. They were one. In sync and meeting each other thrust for thrust. Mind-numbing pleasure crashed into her. She tried to buck him off, needing a moment to catch her breath and to try to stave off the overwhelming sensation building deep within her body.
“Please,” she begged, unsure what exactly she
wanted him to do.
The walls of her vagina clenched his cock as Phoebe reached her summit. Blinding white light filled the room as she cried out beneath him. The slight buzz she always felt whenever Sirius would reach out through their mystical connection intensified to the point it momentarily drowned out the sounds of their lovemaking. Sirius slammed into her, held firm as his seed filled her. It was too much yet not nearly enough. She knew he’d just shared his magik with her and in the next breath, she realized her power was surging forward as well.
Sirius’ eyes widened. “What the…?”
Assuming he’d pull out and away, Phoebe was shocked when Sirius did the opposite. Heat rose between them and beads of sweat began to run down his smooth chest. Unable to help herself, Phoebe lifted her head and licked his nipple. The salty taste of his sweat filled her mouth. He growled as he pumped into her again, still hard, still wanting her.
Sirius pressed into her and began making figure eight motions with his hips instead of going in and out. His lower abdomen rubbed against her swollen clit, bringing tiny gasps from her. He cupped her ass, putting all of his weight on her but she didn’t care. The action left her sensitive bud getting a full-on treatment.
He reached around more and trailed a finger down the cleft of her ass. Phoebe broke their kiss and stared at him with wide eyes. He chuckled as he ran his fingers through their combined juices. The minute he inserted a finger into her anus, Phoebe jerked beneath him. Two quick pops later and the pain she’d felt washed away, allowing pleasure to take its place. She was so full. His cock buried in her cunt and his finger fucking her ass. She knew then he was right. She was truly his. He’d claimed her completely and she loved every minute of it. She loved him. She always had.
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