by Maia Dylan
“So, you used your belt as the sacred hand-fasting tie that will connect the two of you for life huh?” Ryan asked as he cradled Ariana in his lap. “Seems a little kinky if you ask me.”
Liam took a sip from the champagne glass Neve held to his lips as she snuggled on his lap, and the heat that flickered in his eyes had her shivering. “Well, that’s why no one asked you.”
Neve turned to wink in Ryan’s direction. “Besides, I kinda enjoyed it.” The room broke out into laughter and Liam squeezed her tight to his chest.
“Hell yeah, baby. I’ll look forward to exploring that little kinky streak you there.” Liam spoke low in her ear. She could tell from the guffaws from the peanut gallery around the table that the shifters all heard that. She felt heat wash across her cheeks, and was about to hide her face in Liam’s shoulder when she thought, screw it.
“Well,” she said in as sultry a voice as she could muster, and slipping her arms around his neck. “It is our wedding night after all. Perhaps we should head on home, husband.”
Liam had grinned, shouted “night all!” thrown her over his shoulder to the applause and cat calls of their friends and they had made it back to his place in record time. Then as soon as they stepped in the door, he’d slammed her against the back of the door in the most delicious way.
“I can smell your pussy weeping for me, baby girl,” Liam murmured. He dropped to his knees in front of her. He undid the buttons on her jeans, slid his fingers into the waist band, and dragged them and her panties straight to the floor. He helped her to step out of her sneakers and socks, and before she could take a breath to calm her the rapid beating of her hears, he placed her left thigh over his shoulder and placed his mouth over her pussy.
“Oh shit!” Neve squealed as Liam flicked the tip of his tongue over her engorged clit, before thrusting his tongue deeply into her, mimicking the intimate act she was sure they were working their way up to. Liam was obviously hell bent on making her come, because he usually worked his way up to the frenzied tempo he employed tonight.
“I fucking love the way you taste!” Liam groaned against her. “The feel of your slick, hot pussy, quivering against my tongue, has me on the verge of coming so fucking fast, it’s almost embarrassing. I need to fuck you, wife, but I am not going to do that until you come for me. I want you to drown me in your sweet cream, and I will not lose a single damn drop.”
Neve cried out as he took her pussy with his mouth in a fast and furious assault, driving her orgasm up and closer with ever move he made. In no time at all, she was rolling her hips against his mouth, searching for the orgasm she could feel building, and panting his name. Then when the orgasm came, and crested over her, she screamed his name out loud. True to his word, he stayed with her taking everything she had to give, then gently cradling her in his lap.
“Damn, baby girl,” Liam whispered against her neck. “You don’t know what it does to me to see you come apart like that.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Neve said in a voice harsh from screaming, and a grin she knew would have the epitome of female satisfaction shining in it. “I think I have a pretty good idea.” She ground her hips and pressed her pussy against the hard erection she could feel beneath the denim of his jeans, making them both groan. “So why don’t you carry me through to your bedroom, and let’s put what I can feel you’re hiding in your jeans to good use.”
Liam chuckled as he stood up with her still in his arms, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. “That sounds like the best fucking idea I’ve ever heard.” Liam slammed his mouth to hers and kissed her senseless as he carried her through the house. When they reached the foot of his bed, he ripped her t-shirt and bra from her in two hot as hell moves. She unwrapped her legs and he lowered her to the ground.
“Why don’t I go see what it is we’re dealing with,” Neve practically purred as she dropped to her knees in front of him. She unsnapped his jeans as Liam toed off his sneakers, by the time she had unzipped him and—oh my!—his cock slipped out the zipper and into her hands, he had also removed his shirt. Damn her husband was one hot Hottie McHotterson.
She winked up at him. “Come here Hottie, I crave a taste, too.” Then, just as he had been desperate for her, she found she was just as desperate for him. She swallowed him and took him to the back of her throat as far as she could, then using firm suction she pulled off him, whilst she palmed his balls.
“Sshhhit!” Liam hissed. “You mouth is so fucking hot!” Neve held his thick cock with her hand and lifted him up against his abdomen and using a move she knew had him curling his toes, she licked him with the flat of her tongue from root to tip. “Fuck!”
She settled into a fast and steady rhythm, designed to make him lose his control as fast as she did. When he started to rock his hips in to meet her mouth, she knew he was close. After a few moments and nimble tongue acrobatics she knew that he loved, he began to grumble low in his chest, a sound of extreme pleasure and one she knew signaled the beginning of a very happy ending for her man.
“I’m gonna come baby…ahhh…pull off love so that I can, shit! Fuck! You want it that bad baby girl, then you take the lot!” Neve felt his cock pulse against her tongue moments before he bathed the back of her throat with his cum. She swallowed everything he had to give her, and stayed with him, licking him clean. She wasn’t at all surprised that he remained semi-hard even after coming like that. Her man had stamina to spare!
With a growl, Liam reached down and gently pulled her up into his arms. “Goddamn, I love you.” He led her backward to the bed and they fell onto it in a tangle of limbs.
“Well that works out just fine,” Neve whispered. “Because I just happen to love you, too.” Neve cried out when Liam thrust to the hilt inside her with one power flex of his hips. Their need for each other had been pretty intense since they walked in the door, and this was no different. The room filled with the sounds of their mutual pleasure and the smell of sex perfumed the air. Neve struggled to draw enough oxygen into her lungs, but she didn’t care. And she sure as hell didn’t stop meeting Liam’s hard thrusts with one of her own.
“You are my wife.” Liam spoke against her neck, and Neve cried out when he bit down against the tendon that ran up the side of her neck. “Everything that I am is yours.” Liam wrapped his hands under her shoulders, and held her even tighter against him. The move made it impossible for her to move, and she growled in frustration. “Yeah, baby girl, I know you want to move, but I need to fuck you like this till you come and when you do, you are going to take me with you.”
Liam started to slam his hips into her, and because of the tight hold he had on her, his pelvis ground against her clit with every thrust. She was beyond words, and simply sobbed her pleasure against his shoulder. When Liam started to rotate his hips as he thrust into her, his cock hit her sweet spot and she began to jerk uncontrollably against him. She teetered on the edge of a massive orgasm. Almost out of her mind with the pleasure, she leaned up as the orgasm steam rolled through her and she leaned up and bit him hard on the shoulder.
“Fuck!” Liam grunted as he jolted his hips against her as he came, roaring her name in a voice that very clearly held his bear in it. Neve would later refer to that moment as the moment she was claimed as the mate of both man and bear.
What seemed like weeks later, but could have only been hours, the two of them remained wrapped around each other. Liam had pulled her up over his chest, and Neve loved the fact that she could feel the steady strong beat of his heart against hers.
“You are all mine, Neve Barrett,” Liam’s declared.
Neve grinned in the darkness. “I like the sound of that!” She lifted her head and pressed a kiss under his jaw. “I don’t think I can remember ever being this happy in my entire life.”
Liam sighed and squeezed her gently. “Me neither. And it feels fucking fantastic to know that this whole prophecy shit is over.”
Neve frowned a little as her thoughts turned to Olwen. Yeah, the
prophecy might well be over, but there was still one more chapter that needed to be finished. “And in three days, or two I guess now, we go back for the one we had to leave behind.”
“You bet your sweet fuckable ass we do,” Liam’s voice rumbled through his chest, deeper than before. “That goddess of ours, not only has fantastic taste in Elementals, but she has endured so much shit at the hand of her sister and that demonic prick, that she deserves to be happy. And Rohan makes her happy, so we go get him and we bring him home.”
Neve’s grin turned fierce as a thought occurred. “And Olwen gets to take out the woman who made all of this necessary.”
“That is going to be one hell of a smack down,” Liam surmised. “She has a lot of anger to vent and only one person left on her shit list to deal it out, too.”
“That’s right, husband of mine, and we are going to be there to watch!” Neve lifted up and kissed Liam with an open-mouthed kiss that had her toes curling. “All this talk of revenge has me all hot, wet and needy.” Liam said roughly and Neve shivered at the sound. “So, my bear, why don’t we grab that belt of yours, and put it to good use.”
Chapter 11
“You okay out here on your own?” Olwen turned to face Ariana where she spoke from the doorway to the house. Olwen had left the party and stepped outside for some fresh air, and was sitting outside on a swing seat that had been placed on the wrap around porch, staring up at the star lit sky.
“Yeah, I’m okay.” Olwen sighed as she settled back into the swing, and gestured for Ariana to join her. “Just enjoying the calm evening and actually being able to see the sky.” Olwen couldn’t even begin to put a number to the number times she would stare up at the black starless sky of the Otherworld, trying to remember what the night sky in this realm looked like. In all the centuries she had tried, she had never even come close to getting it right.
“What’s the sky like in the Otherworld?” Ariana asked, then winced. “Sorry, don’t answer if you don’t want to or if it makes you feel sad. I was just curious because…well because I am nosey as all hell. But don’t feel like you have to—”
Olwen placed her hand on Ariana’s arm and smiled. “Stop! Damn, your mouth definitely gets a run up on things huh?”
“You have no idea!” This came from Casey as she stepped out of the house and joined them on the porch. “Ariana’s mouth is like a runaway freight train sometimes, and there’s no one fast enough to get on board and shut the damn thing down!” Olwen grinned as Casey came to lean against the porch railing across from the swing, a chuckling Fiona right on her heels.
“I’m not the one that Mum threatened almost daily to wash their mouths out with soap.” Ariana sniffed haughtily with mirth dancing in her eyes. The two sisters then fell into what must have been a familiar routine, with the two of them teasing each other incessantly. Within moments, all four of them were laughing, releasing the tension of the day. Olwen was suddenly struck with guilt. How could she sit here laughing when Rohan remained in the hands of that witch?
Olwen suddenly had to take a deep breath to ground herself. She suddenly felt as if she were no longer tethered to the world. She wanted to scream and rage at the gods for the injustice of it all, and in the same breath she wanted to throw her head back and cry. The urge to curl into a ball and sob was almost too hard to ignore.
When Olwen became aware that the group on the porch had fallen into silence, she realized at the same time that it was broken by a harsh gulping sobbing sound. She was shocked when she figured out the odd sound was coming from her.
“Oh, god,” she whispered harshly, pulling her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. The blanket she had been swathed in dropped to the floor. “What is wrong with me? I should be happy! I am out of that hell hole, my tormentor is dead and the prophecy is at an end. So why do I feel so guilty and so damn cold.”
Casey rushed forward, lifted the blanket from the floor and wrapped it around Olwen’s shoulders the Casey dropped to kneel in front of her. “Because you are in shock. You’ve been held captive and judging by the crisscross of silver scars across your skin, you’ve been beaten, tortured and endured more than any one should ever have to. Then today, you left that prison, knowing that the love of your life was still there, and being held captive by your sister. Your fucking sister! The woman who betrayed you all those years ago. And instead of ramming that glowing staff of yours that is currently tucked up under the Pagan Stone up her ass, you had to let her go.”
Olwen barked a laugh that held a thread of hysteria to it. “I guess when you put it that way.”
Ariana wrapped her arm around Olwen. “My guess is that you are feeling like the prophecy may have been finished, but that the final stanza has yet to be written. You still have to complete your portion of it in order to truly put it behind you. And your part of the prophecy culminates in you saving Rohan and bringing him back to the Earth realm.”
Fiona crossed the porch to sit on Olwen’s side and she welcomed the fact that her Elementals surrounded her in that moment. “There will also be one hell of a come-to-Jesus moment between you and your sister that is—and I must admit I am probably speaking for our sister and brother elemental more than those of us here—features a fuck load of blood on her part. She needs to bleed and she needs to know that we are not women she should ever consider fucking with again.”
Olwen felt a deathly cold wash over her. The thought of her sister’s betrayal, and everything that had transpired because of Argon’s actions had all doubt, fear, guilt and shame washing away under the red tide of her rage. “Oh, rest assured, Fiona, the come-to-Jesus moment between her and I, will be epic. Only one of us will walk away. And that one, will be me, I swear to all gods that this will be. She dared to take my Rohan from me? He was the Captain of my father’s Guard for a reason. He was the strongest and most skilled of the Guards, and he was most definitely a strategist with no equal. If he stepped into that realm behind me, then it was because Argon made him think that was the only way to save me. I am his weakness, just as he is my strength. In the morning, I will step back into the Otherworld—”
“We,” Ariana interrupted and Olwen looked first into her eyes, then Casey’s and finally Fiona’s. All three of them held nothing but fierce determination in their gaze. “We will step into the Otherworld with you, goddess, make no mistake about that.”
Olwen offered the three of them a small smile and tilted her head in acceptance. “We will step through the portal and into the Otherworld and reign down upon all those who stand with that bitch, a justice that will have the earth trembling and the sky bleeding in fear in that realm. We will leave no one behind who dares remain a threat to our realm. And you can place bets that this goddess will be claiming her Guard and gods have mercy on anyone who stands in my way.”
Three days. She would be reunited with her love before the sun rises on the first day of spring. And if she needed to step over the bloody body of her sister to do it? Then so be it.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Maia Dylan lives, loves, and works in beautiful New Zealand. She married her best friend, and they have two adorable, but stubborn children who obviously take after their father.
Maia’s career has featured a lot of travel, and she has filled her time at airports and in the air with books, books, and more books. Her love of erotic paranormal romance has seen her amass a huge library. She has been an avid reader and lover of ménage romances since she read her first book in this genre about three years ago.
In January of 2015, Maia submitted her first ever manuscript to Siren Publishing. She wasn’t at all confident that it would be accepted, and in fact she was expecting a nicely worded email with a resounding no! Much to her surprise, less than two weeks later she had an acceptance and a signed contract in hand, and since then she hasn’t looked back.
Outside of writing, Maia loves to eat, so she loves to cook! Her herb garden i
s legendary, but she still has issues getting tomatoes to grow. She’s been a performer for years, and has even sung on international stages, she would love to own a classic Ford Mustang one day and of course have the opportunity to race it on a race track without fear of a speeding ticket.
Although ultimately her dream is to be able to write full-time on a sandy beach with a Mai Tai in hand, she is quite happy to fit her writing in when she can. As long as someone reads her books, gets a laugh, and maybe comes to love her characters as much as she does, then she feels that she is living her dream no matter what!
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