Tempting Ecstasy (The Guardians of the Realms Book 4)

by Setta Jay

  “How long are you going to hold it against him? Not that it’s my business,” he said, raising his hands at her narrowed eyes. “Drake said you didn’t accept his apology.” He gave her a soft grin. “You should have seen the look on his face. Small villages are in danger of burning to the ground at this point.” He was teasing her, but Drake’s temper really was flaring more.

  “He should have known,” she said quietly. Conn knew she was hurt that Drake hadn’t paid attention.

  “You’re right, he should have, but the only reason I knew was because Brianne told me,” he said. “Why didn’t you ever tell him, or P? They both feel like shit. They thought you were married to your work, and since your energy levels were always fine, they didn’t question. They never realized that the females don’t need sex the way we do.”

  She tensed.

  “I’m not getting on your case. It was your right not to say anything, but I’ve never known him to apologize. Ever. He’s closest to you and P. He leads us, but you two are his blood,” he said softly.

  “So I’m just supposed to forgive him?” she said on an irritated sigh.

  “No. Just give him a way to earn your forgiveness.” Conn grinned at her, and she laughed. “Milk it. I doubt he’ll ever fuck up this bad again, and it’d be a shame to miss the opportunity. Maybe dragon rides for the kids.”

  They both laughed at the ridiculous image of Drake in all his glory mounted up like Puff the magic dragon. He was glad to see her laugh even if it was short lived. The situation with Vane and Brianne was rough on them all, but especially her. She and Brianne were close, and Sirena couldn’t find any answers to make things better.

  “Maybe give him his penance when these two are back on their feet. Brianne would love to see whatever horrors you make Drake suffer.”

  She smiled, and they both heaved deep breaths. He refused to lose Brianne or Vane to the beasts trying to take them over.

  Chapter 24

  Guardian Manor, Tetartos Realm

  Dacia was going to lose her mind before he even arrived. It was intoxicating sliding in his sheets, in his scent. Now that the decision was made, she felt free, alive and ready to make him hers.

  After she returned from Lofodes with Conn, she and the rest of the family had talked about the city and all she learned. Hagen had said he would be on his way to see for himself soon enough. After he handled some US business and made sure the other brothers would be fine if he left them there. He made it clear he wanted to see for himself what they were getting into, personally. As if her sisters’ and Gunn’s assessments meant nothing, completely typical of their eldest. It grated. He grated.

  After Gunn slipped out to meet the blonde female, for the third night in a row, she talked to her sisters about Conn. She’d already made her decision, and was hoping to avoid trouble with her brother. They’d all said it was a bad idea to tell any of their brothers what she had planned. Hagen was already going to out himself to the Guardians; she wasn’t putting their lives in danger if Conn knew about them. Her information on the city and how the people had reacted to Conn seemed to be enough for them. Isa was sold when Dacia mentioned the children, might have been sold even before.

  Dacia took a deep breath of Conn’s pillow and hoped he’d get there soon.

  She settled into the blankets. They smelled incredible, even more so now that she knew she could truly enjoy the scent. It wouldn’t torture her anymore because she’d stopped fighting the need already. Her legs ran over the smooth sheets that smelled like him, and she rubbed her face in his pillow. She was pondering using the link to see where he was when she heard the click of the door. She sat up in the bed and held her breath as the door to the bedroom shot open.

  His eyes found her and he growled low. Beautiful amber eyes glowing in the dark room. A light shot on as if he needed confirmation of what he was seeing. His eyes tracked from her tousled hair to the flannel he’d given her. It was only buttoned in the middle. Her hair was in wild waves from rolling in his bed, in his scent. His eyes landed on her cleavage and lowered to her bare legs.

  “Is that all you have on?” He growled again. “Nothing but my shirt, princess?”

  “Just this,” she said breathlessly.

  His eyes glowed as he peeled off the flannel and tee shirt he was wearing before stalking to the end of the bed, naked to the waist. His heat rolled over her. He looked bigger, his muscles pulled impossibly tight, and she watched him hold onto his control.

  “If you’ve made your choice, then come here.” His voice rumbled and she watched his chest rise with each breath, his eyes never leaving hers.

  She crawled to him, her breathing erratic and her heart beating hard. Her bare skin on his rumpled blankets, covered only in his shirt, made her skin tingle. Her breasts felt heavy as she slinked closer. Her cheeks flushed with heat as anticipation blanketed her. His scent had been driving her wild well before he’d even come in, but this was it. Finally, they were finishing it.

  “Touch me and I’ll give you everything you want,” he growled seductively.

  She stopped in front of him and slid her hands up his muscled stomach. The first touch of his hot skin was electrifying. His muscles twitched and nearly vibrated with banked need. She wanted to taste his skin, but one hand slid into her hair while the other caressed down her back to her ass. In one tug he lifted her into his arms. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and his hand fisted in her hair bringing her lips to his. It was dizzying, disorienting and so consuming. He savored her; it was the only way to describe the way he moved his lips over hers.

  These lips are mine, Dacia.

  Yes.

  You test all my strength, princess. I’ve never wanted anything more. Never felt so out of my mind.

  Her mind was open and so was his, every wicked thought shared between them. The sensual glide of his hot lips against hers, his tongue tasting and dancing slowly with hers. She could feel how much pleasure he found in the innocent touch. That it was her first time made him insane, but he held back to let her savor the experience. Making her melt with each seductive pass of his tongue.

  I’m taking you home, he said in her mind as his lips molded and tempted her so slowly. She heard him in her mind telling her just how much he was looking forward to sampling the rest of her. She moaned into his mouth. Their thoughts were open, shared. One big palm caressed her naked ass and his other pulled in her hair to move her lips so he could taste every inch of her mouth. His.

  Her legs were clamped around him, and she used her hands in his hair and digging in his shoulders to move her wet achy pussy over his jean-covered cock. She ran her nails through his hair until she earned a growl into her mouth.

  She heard the balcony door slide open, and cool air wiped at her hot skin and hair. She was so lost she gasped when they flew apart only to reform a minute later in sexual agony. Their bodies had combined in the air; it was nothing like teleporting with others. This was beautiful erotic torture, and she writhed and moaned as she tried to rub her aching clit over his jeans while his fingers slid down the crease of her ass and over her wet entrance, rubbing her lips and then sliding back.

  She smelled damp earth and heard the door open, but she was too lost in the kiss, his touch, to even attempt looking around. The slow seductive sampling was driving her wild. His thoughts were running in her mind, and that was his plan. To make her come over and over before he finally claimed her; he wanted her all over him. Yes, I want you bathing my skin as I fuck you over the edge again and again, Dacia.

  She felt cool blankets meet her back as he gently set her in the middle of a huge bed. She barely noticed the wood or the huge stone fireplace. She was too focused on the male in front of her. Now that she’d felt his touch, she was empty without it.

  “Let me look at you,” he said as the buttons slipped from the flannel covering her. He toed off his boots and slid off the jeans and underwear. Nude perfection was standing in front of her, and his hard cock was beading with fluid t
hat she wanted to lick off. The muscles of his chest and stomach twitched as she studied him.

  “I love how you look at my cock. You want it covered in come, don’t you, Dacia?”

  She inhaled sharply and nodded, unable to form words as he crawled onto the big bed with her.

  “Spread wide, make room for me between your smooth thighs, princess.” His body settling over hers, he slid the ridge of his cock over her lower lips until he was covering her, pinning her with his weight as he sampled her lips again. Her hips jerked, but she was caught with his cock between them, keening for more.

  Is this how you imagined your first kisses? With me between your thighs while you try to steal an orgasm like a greedy little she-wolf? He was smiling, and she didn’t care that he was right. She wanted to come. The kisses alone were driving her wild, and the soft dusting of hair on his chest was rasping against her nipples.

  She moaned. She never expected something as innocent as a kiss to taste and feel so damned good. Goosebumps ran all over her arms. His taste and the slow glide of his tongue against hers was torture. She felt his lips curve again.

  I’m going to take my time. I want my fill of every inch. All that waiting made me want it all. No matter how much I hurt before I claim your sweet pussy.

  Her hands roved over his back, and she loved the way his muscles twitched as if following her caress.

  His lips finally moved from hers until they were at her neck and behind her ear, breathing her in, devouring her. He pulled her hair, not enough to hurt, but enough to feel the tug as he sucked on her neck. Marking her skin. His teeth slid over her collarbone, and his tongue circled and tasted there. She whimpered when his lips found her breast. Her nails bit into his back, and he groaned deep before her hands were lifted above her head and held with his power. Trapped and needy.

  “I want to touch you,” she growled and fought the hold, wanting her hands on him.

  Once I’ve had you, I’ll let you touch and taste all you want, but I want this to last. I’m greedy and want your come all over me when I finally get inside you. Your sharp little claws make me lose my mind.

  She growled in frustration and felt him playfully nip at her skin.

  By the end of the night we’ll both be covered in come, and our animals might finally be at peace. He grinned wickedly at her. He was so damned beautiful.

  She inhaled as his tongue toyed with her hard nipples while his hands plumped and pushed the mounds together to rub his face all over them. His fine stubble abraded the sensitive skin and she loved it; her wolf whimpered inside her head.

  You taste so fucking good. Your skin is like nothing I’ve ever known, he said reverently and moved lower to dip his tongue in her navel before blowing air over the wet flesh and grinning when she cried out for more. For his mouth lower.

  You want my mouth on that sweet-smelling pussy, Dacia? You want my tongue dipping inside? Eating you up, lapping up all that cream? He rubbed his cheeks over her thighs and bare mound until she didn’t think she’d make it another second. She fought, demanded and growled for more.

  “That’s it, I told you you’d scream.” He said the words against her opening. “Bend your knees up and back. Open up so I can see it all. Your wet little cunt slicking juices all down your ass. Everything.”

  She growled, but did what he said. She’d do anything to come.

  “Anything?” His smile was feral.

  “Anything.” She didn’t care what he did as long as he let her come.

  He gave her pussy a kiss before getting up to spread her apart. “So wet and so damn pink. This is all mine. You haven’t broken your promise?”

  She shook her head.

  “So nothing but my finger has ever felt this…” he whispered as he dipped his finger in, just a little. It was foreign, and so good her back bowed. He growled, his eyes flashing with his animal riding close to the surface. She was in his head, knew he was barely holding on, and she wanted him to let go. They both felt so much it was hard to understand where one started and the other ended. She meant something special and magical to him. She was a gift that mesmerized him. Her nipples were throbbing and achy and so was her pussy.

  He bent and set his mouth to her flesh, and the heat and smooth wet glide of his tongue on her clit was another incredible high. When he pushed his tongue between her labia, she screamed and bucked against his face. So damned hot and sweet, he growled and gripped her squirming hips in his hands and buried his entire face between her thighs. He used his tongue, lips, even his nose slid over her clit as she screamed and then begged for mercy when her pussy started pulsing and she was coming against him.

  Fuck. So perfect. He lifted up and rubbed a hand over his face and slid her desire onto his chest before kissing her again. Her come and the taste of his mouth aroused her all over again.

  He sat back on his knees again and slid his finger in to the knuckle.

  “So beautiful with my finger inside. All fucking mine, I can feel it. You’ve given me more than I think you understand. I’ve waited thousands of years, princess. For you…” He looked at her with so much feeling in his eyes. His thoughts were intense, categorizing all the things that made her perfect for him. “You’re a treasure I’d never imagined.” He leaned in and kissed her again as she melted. The fingers of one hand still inside her, his others caressed her cheek and jaw, down to her neck until his hand collared her throat gently and his thumb caressed her wild pulse. He was possessive and near feral with need. “You’re sucking me in, Dacia.”

  “I can feel how fucking mine you are, can feel the barrier stretching, pushing around my finger.” His chest heaved and his muscles jerked as he moved again.

  “Spread your thighs as wide as you can. Split that cunt wide open so I can rub my chest in those slick lips while I suck your tits until you come one more time.” Her pussy constricted at the words alone much less the raw desire behind them. He wanted her come to mark him before he claimed all of her.

  Her hips tilted, and she spread until her feet touched the bedding. He got off on how flexible she was. He was thinking of all the dirty things he could do to her while she was in her yoga poses. Jesus, being in each other’s thoughts while in this crazed frenzy was nearly sweeping her away into another world. Their thoughts and need mingled until her vision was fuzzy at the edges.

  He leaned in and used his hands, lips… tongue on her taut nipples. His power restrained her arms, and his chest and stomach pinned her hips as he tormented them. He slid his chest on a slow glide over her, and at each slide up he sucked or nipped at a nipple until she knew her juices were all over him, and he started sucking, pinching in earnest until she was begging for more. She couldn’t take it; she needed to be filled. Come for me, he demanded as he sucked her hard, and she did. Not enough, though, just small tremors making her crave more.

  He lifted to his knees between her spread thighs and started rubbing his cock in her fluids. “Fuck yes, you’re getting my cock nice and slick. All ready for you.” He was fighting the need to take and claim her. She saw his muscled arms shaking as he coated himself.

  She groaned and tried to move, but it was too hard. He leaned over her. “Watch as you take me in.” She felt the importance to him. “Watch as you give me everything,” he whispered as he positioned the head at her entrance. She let out a breath.

  His eyes, bright and feverish, met hers, as he came down on a forearm, taking her lips slowly and so seductively. So sweetly. He lifted up again, and braced his hands next to her face and released her arms from his power.

  “Hold on to me.” He groaned, and the minute her fingers found his hair, he slammed deep. She felt the sharp sting and her back arched. His face was tense, pained. “Stay with me. I’m sorry it hurts.” He meant it, hated that she hurt, but his beast howled in rapture in their minds, and she heard it all. The pain was gone in a second but not the stretched, possessed sensation, the connection to him. It was emotionally and physically intense beyond anything she’d imagi
ned. They were wide open, vulnerable in a way that defied words; they were one. She struggled with the beauty of it, unsure as she stared into his eyes and felt his own turmoil rushing through. His forehead met hers as she relaxed around him. He was big and her passage had never been entered. “Can you feel how your pussy hugs me?” His strong arms shook from holding back, and he was panting into her hair. Her heart ached and clenched at just how much he restrained himself. How much he wanted this to mean to her, as much as her gift had meant to him.

  “Dacia, I need to get deeper. Can you take me?”

  “Yes.”

  He started moving, and she realized he wasn’t even close to all the way in. He gave a strained groan. He lifted his face so that he could watch her eyes as he moved. He pulled out and slid back in at such a slow pace that she felt like it was some dream dance. One where the music kept building and building with each thrust until she was scratching at his back and ass to get him deeper inside. His hips pumped until he was hitting a spot that brought a gasp from her lips at each hard thrust. She keened and cried as she held on, her nails digging into his skin. He kept going until they were both shouting and falling over.

  She felt the warm jets of come inside her body and was amazed at the warmth and rightness of his seed deep in her womb. Sex was nothing like she’d imagined it would feel.

  He kissed her hair and rolled her so that she was tucked into his side with her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. When he spoke it was low. “This was more than sex, Dacia.”

  Yes, it was… Her body tingled, and she felt a soul-deep connection that couldn’t come from anything but what he’d given her. She snuggled in. His skin felt good. Comfortable. She noticed for the first time that firelight was dancing on the walls.

  “You started a fire?” Where had she been?