by Setta Jay
Her mind short-circuited at his words. Had she said something about wanting pain? Nastia was a Mistress in her club, a casual dominatrix who doled that shit out, she didn’t take it. For that matter, she hadn’t even taken the real thing in millennia, but damn it if she couldn’t wait to feel him filling her up.
“You’re broadcasting,” he growled and then her body heated as her clothes ignited and burned to ash. She gasped as she looked down to skin on skin as the remains of their clothing blew away in a sharp gust of wind. He was so damned powerful, and that alone got her off.
She moaned when his naked cock throbbed against her pussy. “I don’t need pain, but I can dole some out if you like.” Her eyes glazed at the sight of him full and long between them. She licked her lips when she saw the wet bead of come on the tip. She breathed out as her eyes tracked over his muscled chest and the skulls that artfully ghosted over one pec, up his neck and down both arms. He was still moving her hips. She was on top, but he controlled every wet slide of her pussy over his hard, beautifully hot dick.
Her pussy slicked his entire length as she allowed him to tease them both. The second she lifted her hands to her tits, her head fell back as her body lit with sparks of heated pleasure and ignited her to another fucking level. Was that his power licking over her skin? He lifted her up and she angled his cock to her entrance and was jolted as his fingers gripped her ass and slammed her down while lifting his hips to fill her hard. So hard, she’d never felt anything like it. She was so incredibly full of him. Her head flung back and she cried out with the sheer blinding pleasure pain.
He growled and his fingers tightened their hold, preventing her from moving an inch as he stretched her. “Is that the pain you wanted? To feel full of me? To be forced to sit and take it all.”
She couldn’t respond. Wouldn’t, because he was right. She loved every second of his possession, from his fingers digging into her ass to the fact that he was holding her down, forcing her to take every inch until she felt nothing but him.
He watched her as flames licked over the bed around them; he didn’t look away and she couldn’t. The fire didn’t burn her. Just as it had been when his crazy ass had burned off their clothes without so much as singeing her. It was so wildly hot that she wasn’t sure she could handle more of his brand of sex. He finally released the pressure on her hips, letting her move. “You wanted to ride, my nasty girl, so fucking ride,” he challenged.
He kept calling her that and somehow he made it sound so damned hot, but if anyone else said it, she’d gut them.
“Don’t make me wait. You want it? Then take it,” he snarled, and fuck if he wasn’t the most incredible, gorgeous, perfect being ever created. All those hot delicious tattoos were darkly beautiful on his caramel skin, hauntingly sexy somehow.
She was dizzy as she continued to circle her hips, reveling in the utter fullness before rising up and riding him with a harsh moan. The bits of pain slipped away as her tits shook with her movements. His fingers trailed to her tits and lifted them up and then pinched her tight nipples before moving back to her hips and powering her down on his cock. He lifted and slammed her down with so much force and speed that she was forced to cry out again. Her head fell back as her own hands lifted to her nipples, wishing he were doing it again. Her fingers weren’t nearly as good. His harsh groans and growls were only inciting her to new levels of wild lust. They sounded so damned animalistic.
“If you’re not going to ride me, nasty, I’m going to ride you.” His warning in that deep dark tone was enough to set off a small climax. It felt like a primer, just getting her ready for much more.
“Fuck yeah, clamp your hot cunt on me.”
The bed creaked and slammed to the ground beneath them, but neither cared that the fire had taken it down.
He flipped her over and she allowed it, too far gone to care how she got off. She’d get even later. Right now, she needed real relief and she didn’t care that he was dominating her. She wouldn’t be the one submitting next time.
“Face fucking down,” he ordered as he spread her legs, lifting her ass in the air. “You have the most beautiful ass I’ve ever fucking seen,” he growled as he smacked it and then spread her cheeks and licked her from her clit to her ass. Jesus, she hadn’t expected that, but his tongue was so wet and hot against her she bucked back for more. His tongue flicked her clit and she came as his fingers massaged her ass. He didn’t let her come down from the climax, he only ate her harder, burying his face, tonguing her relentlessly. “Oh, yeah, I plan to eat this cunt for days. So fucking good.” He growled into her flesh, igniting another release that she screamed into the bedding.
He gripped her tighter and started tonguing her ass. “I love eating this perfect ass, but I’m going to love fucking it more.” He was undoing her as she circled her hips and pushed back for more.
She was keening when he finally lifted up and slammed his cock into her pussy so hard that she had to grip the smoking bedding to hold on. She knew his fingers were marking her ass as he hammered that big dick into her. It hit her in all the best ways as she lifted up on her arms and pushed back for more, loving every second of his flesh meeting hers with slick wet sounds of pleasure. She barely heard the crackling of the flames surrounding them.
She nearly came again when he lifted her back into his chest and circled her throat with his fingers. It was a light touch as his warm breath teased her ear. “Take it. Don’t do anything, but take it all.” The words were ringing in her head as he ground his hips against her, not able to thrust in the new position. It felt so damned perfect with his muscled chest against her back.
“I’m going to fill you full of come and you’ll take every drop,” he growled, and seconds later she felt warmth flood inside her.
His harsh breaths and throbbing cock stoked her own need.
“You’ll sit like this as I play with you.”
She couldn’t move if she wanted to when one hand started massaging her breast and then trailed down to her aching clit. She felt his teeth against her ear and then he nosed her hair away and bit into her neck. A sharp sting that didn’t break skin.
Don’t, she growled into their telepathic link as his fingers rolled and toyed with her clit.
I won’t break skin, he growled in her mind. Pay attention. I want your cunt to milk me again. He held her as he used three fingers to massage her clit over and over until her body was jolting, coming hard just sitting on his cock.
“Fuck yeah. You’re sucking more come from me, my nasty girl. You like it, don’t you?”
Son of a bitch. It was so fucking intense, but he wouldn’t stop. He stayed still, just playing with her, making her come over and over as more warmth seeped from his still-hard dick every time. More. Take it all, he whispered into her mind. It’s all for you.
She moaned and clamped down on him so hard it rang a harsh groan from him and more hot liquid filled her up and started to run down her thighs.
She was gasping for breath when he rolled them both to the charred remains of the bed. It took her a moment to catch her breath before she finally rolled away to stand by the bed. He growled, but the connection was just too intense for her and she was shocked that she’d allowed him to dominate her. Jesus, though, it was so fucking hot she might let him do it again. She felt the telltale warmth of self- healing doing its thing on her abused pussy. She’d never imagined something so damned rough would turn her so inside out.
She looked around at the destroyed room. There were no flames, but the bed was destroyed, mostly. The wood frame had disintegrated and there were scorch marks on some of the bedding and mattress. Smoke filled the room, and the walls were black. When she looked up, she saw a hole in the ceiling giving a nice view of the starry skies.
“You burnt a house down?” she said dryly, shaking her head. “Why the hell didn’t you set fire retardant spells?”
“I did,” he snarled.
“Well, you did a shitty job of it,” she pointed out
and looked over at him. One arm was flung over part of his face and he looked damned sleepy and perfect until one hazel eye opened and narrowed at her.
“Don’t start,” he growled.
“So, is this a Phoenix thing?” she asked, widening her arms to the room at large.
“No,” he bit out.
“Oh, it’s a special Sander skill? Destroying buildings in one fell swoop of wild sex.”
“Female, go to sleep.” He groaned.
“I just woke up.” She felt like she’d been sleeping for days. “How long was I out?”
“You mean after you passed out with my dick in your hand?”
She ignored the sarcasm, still staring at the charred walls. “Maybe I’ll get you a cape. And a name. Flaming Cock? The Fiery Dicksader?” She glanced over and he was shaking his head.
“Get back in bed,” he growled.
She grinned as she spied the bathroom door. It looked untouched by the flames. “And, yes, how long was I out after the dick holding?”
“Hours,” he ground out.
“You’re into the postcoital bliss thing, I see, but I’m not tired.” She headed for the shower. She needed to get the hell out of there. His scent mixing with the smoke in the charred room was getting to her. She needed to see what Tetartos was all about and see about a laptop.
He was up and blocked the door to the bathroom. He seemed bigger as he stalked her back to a wall. “I’m tired because I’ve had a hellish last thirty-six hours.”
“I have to admit mine haven’t been a fucking dream either. Considering I was blasted with some damned energy weapon and was out of it for most of that time. Not to mention you started our damned mating frenzy playing hero, which now links our asses forever.” Her tone got more biting as she ticked off her grievances. “Add in the fact that you took me to a fucking Realm I can’t get out of and I’m pretty sure my fucked-up day trumps you having to deal with a little sexual frustration. I doubt a little jacking off was likely to kill you.”
“Don’t.” His eyes were blazing.
That hard look in his eyes was a reminder of the fierce look he’d had when he’d carried her out of battle. It made her slightly uncomfortable, which was a feeling she didn’t like. He’d been wild and protective, snapping at Sirena to check her and staying at her side while the healer did her thing. Later she vaguely remembered him gently laying her in the bed. The memories were hazy, but they were powerful.
She didn’t like the heaviness of the moment; she felt out of her depth. “You want a thank you?” She raised her eyebrows and then gave him the sweetest of smiles while clasping her hands in front of her chest. “Thank you, my big bad Guardian, for getting me out of battle and tossing us both into the frenzy.”
She wasn’t sure what she expected, but it was not a gruff nod as he turned, shooting, “Was that so hard?” before flopping back in the bed.
She stood gaping at him, but his eyes were already closed. He’d effectively made her mute.
She felt many things as she immediately headed to the bathroom to regroup. He’d been getting under her skin for months. Since the first time he’d entered her club. She’d gone into his thoughts and compelled him to leave, but he just kept coming back. Later, Nastia followed his sexy ass home and slid over his bed in mist form, knowing he couldn’t see or scent her. She’d been drawn to him from the beginning, but hadn’t known why until her twin fell into the mating frenzy with Bastian. She mentally castigated herself.
Her secret had finally come out when Bastian found out about her ability. It ended with Uri checking every Guardian’s mind and finding out that she’d tampered with Sander’s. A lot. She mentally cursed Uri and Alex’s mad mental skills. Since then Sander had been on her ass, forcing her to partner with him to find Apollo while Tasha and Bastian went through the frenzy.
She found that she actually enjoyed his company, and she got off on his protective instincts, a fact she planned to take to the grave. She’d never encountered any male, and that included all of the big bad Guardians, who kept her off balance and called to everything inside her.
As her feet touched the cool tile, she sent a mental command that turned on the water in the shower, and was blissfully happy when she stepped into the steam.
And I had to refuel your energies with my own. His voice in her head was deep and so damned sexy. That will take more than a pretty thank you.
She stilled in the water as her heart clenched a little. So that was why she’d felt so much better waking with him. She owed the bastard twice now. The battle shit and now this, her ego would never recover. Let me guess, that calls for a blow job.
Did he just scoff in her mind? I know you’re dying to have my dick in your mouth. I’ll think of something else.
What the hell did that mean? Damn him, he was right about one thing, just the thought of making him come undone was definitely something she wanted to do.
Don’t even think of getting off in there, he growled. Get in here, I want your thighs straddling my head. I’m fucking hungry. She sucked in air at that image. He was so damned arrogant, and fuck, she was horny again.
She groaned and snapped, I’ll do as I please, Sparky. Just because I allowed your payback doesn’t mean I’m going to obey all your commands. Fucking hell. He was screwing with her. Had she just told him she wasn’t going to allow him to eat her pussy? Just because he’d irked her with the demand not to get herself off in the shower?
She sucked in a breath when she felt him at her back. She turned and he crowded her into the tile, taking up almost the whole damned massive shower.
He leaned down. “You think what just happened was retribution for fucking with my head and sneaking into my house to mess with me?”
She raised a brow. “You’re going to tell me it wasn’t?”
“It’s not getting even if you liked it, nasty girl. Punishments have to fit the crimes.” He let the words settle in. “If I take retribution for you fucking with my head or getting into my bed to tease me, I won’t get even by getting you off.”
“I’m not some little submissive,” she bit out with a hard glare.
“And I don’t play games. There’s no fucking room with toys or safe words with me. You’re strong enough to take what I give and you can teleport away any time you want, can’t you?” he growled, calling her out, challenging her.
His eyes were sparking with those delicious flames, and damn if that wasn’t the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. The bastard was a damned menace. On the good side he acknowledged her strength and power, something her ego thanked him for, but now she felt the need to prove just how much she could take.
But what would he try to do to get even with her? And why did her stomach fill with anticipation and excitement?
His lips tilted into a cocky smirk a second before he lifted her up, impaling her with one powerful thrust. They lost any hint of a smile when his lips came down hard over hers, his tongue demanding entry. He was dominating again and the frenzy had obviously screwed with her head, because she wasn’t fighting it; she moaned for more as she moved and grabbed onto his face to get more of his kiss. The light stubble abraded her palms and she loved how his jaw moved as he devoured her mouth. The way he ground his hips into her as he forced her back into the tile almost made her come. She groaned when he lifted his head and nipped at her bottom lip before sinking into another hot kiss as his hips started pumping hard. She swore she heard the tile cracking through the spray of the water. He moved so wickedly, grinding and then slamming her hard into the wall. The steam was getting so thick it was hard to breathe.
Your cunt loves being stretched full of my dick. You clench down with every thrust. His words were burning her up as he took her over. Giving her everything, holding nothing back, and she fucking loved every bit of his animalistic possession. I love that you can take it all, mate. Or am I wrong?
His mouth lifted from hers and she saw the flames had completely engulfed their depths as his hips powered into her h
ard. Steam rose from his skin as their wet flesh smacked. She climbed him like a fucking tree, leveraging with her fingers in his shoulders to work them both harder. The water turned cold and it sizzled and eased some of the wild heat that surrounded them. She clenched around him, riding out the pleasure as he watched her, growling deep. His gaze tracked her like a predator sighting prey.
She moaned hard as his cock throbbed inside her as he thrust deep. Her nails dug into his back as she leaned in and bit his perfect bottom lip; he groaned and took it as an invitation. He took her lips, demanding entry as his hips pumped harder. Finally he pushed her into the wall so tight she felt every inch as he ground his stomach over her clit. She cried out into his mouth as a wrenching climax jolted her entire body. Her nails dug into his back as he smashed her tits into his chest. He didn’t stop, just kept grinding her through it relentlessly until she came again.
Her head leaned back against the tile as he thrust one last time and groaned deep as hot come filled her. His forehead rested beside hers as he held her against the broken tile.
Well, hell.
Sleep, he growled.
Chapter 9
Drake’s Home, Tetartos Realm
Water sluiced over Drake’s heated body and he felt every single drop as it trailed over his chest down to his stomach as he looked out into the black expanse of his underground lake.
One hand trailed over his burning skin until he grasped his hard cock. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt female hands on his skin. Unlike other male Immortals, he’d never been ruled by his dick. He didn’t require sex to fuel his powers, it had only ever eased an ache, which had become less and less worth the effort. Now his body needed a female… his female. Only Delia could fix this and he couldn’t fucking have her. His snarls echoed off the high rock ceiling as he breathed through his mounting fury.
His fingers gripped the hard length, gliding up and down with hard strokes, imagining his mate bare and wild beneath him. He growled in frustration. His hand wasn’t doing anything but making him want her more.
