by KyAnn Waters
"Please!” She edged ever closer to the dark abyss on the other side of this elusive precipice of total bonding. Clutching fistfuls of his hair, darkness closed in on her mind. He stole her life force with each quickening pulse of her orgasm. Then his mouth was gone, leaving her in a trembling void, wishing for more, wanting all of him inside her. She closed her legs as he stood before her.
"It is too late to go back.” He unzipped his jeans and pushed them over his hips, taking his black, silk boxers with them. His large erection jutted out from a thick thatch of black hair. The crown glistened with moisture. The shaft was dark in color with a thick vein running along the underside. He reached down and cupped the wrinkled pouch hanging beneath. She licked her lips and wondered how he would fit.
"We will match,” he said, reading her mind. “Have you not discovered we have already bonded?” He touched her cheek and urged her to move back on the couch.
Then, leaning over her, he braced his weight with his arms and sealed their mouths. Stroking his tongue over hers intensified her need for him. Her own essence filled her mouth as he deepened the kiss.
Audra pulled back, breathless. “Dorian, I can't wait. I can't wait.” She had waited her whole life for the one man who completed her. Because she believed someday he would come, she turned away all others. Somehow she had known she would recognize him empathically. She narrowed her eyes on Dorian. Everything in her said this man of darkness was her spiritual mate.
The glorious head of his cock on the swollen flesh between her legs made her impatient. He lubricated his shaft by pressing into her an inch, pulling out and sinking again. Her body stretched, encouraging deeper penetration. Her breath caught in her throat.
"Oh, yes!” It seemed as if he would split her apart, but she relished the discomfort, recognizing an intrinsic need that would finally be satisfied.
"Relax, love,” Dorian whispered, kissing her brow.
Audra took a long steady breath and willed her internal muscles to accept the intrusion.
"Perfect."
She sucked in sharply as he fully buried his shaft. “Dorian."
She couldn't have predicted the mating of minds at the first full thrust. Like a shattered mirror, she saw fragment images of his past, intense sorrow, fear—she squeezed her eyes closed tightly—horror, but also exquisite pleasure. Emotions and memories merged yet didn't form a complete picture. She focused only on the pleasure and the unfamiliar sensation of his heavy sack nestled against her rear. Yet, the painful pieces clutched at her heart. Tears welled in her eyes.
"Easy.” Dorian's kiss soothed and cleared her mind. Fear of the unknown dissipated, and intense heat radiated between them. The discomfort lessoned as he slowly withdrew from her body and reentered. Their joined bodies fused together and crested with the ebb and flow of a building wave. The walls of her sex gloved his cock, and the barriers within her mind collapsed. Too late, she felt as he felt. His emotions were now hers. And with the overwhelming pleasure came devastating loss.
Her hands clung to his tapered back. Tears fell from her eyes again. Now, she understood the pain he endured in coming to her. His soul was black, and joining with her filled him with light, made him strong again. He needed her to survive.
Audra clutched him tighter.
Long steady strokes slowly brought her to the pinnacle of climax. She wrapped her legs around his hips, arched her back and sucked him deep.
* * * *
Muscles bunched on his forearms as Dorian leveraged himself to watch his shaft, slick with Audra's pearly cream, slide into her pussy. His lungs expanded. Blood flowed swiftly through his veins. His cock grew harder. As he rammed into her sweet cunt, he anchored himself to this world.
Mating with a woman of white light breathed new life into his being, replenished his strength. However, mating with Audra heightened his experience. She cleansed his soul. Her mewling spurred him to thrust harder, faster. He wanted her to break apart in his arms. Every cell, every strand of DNA shifted frequency. But unlike before, where he simply renewed his strength, Audra changed him.
Numbed with the intoxicating taste of her on his tongue and the sweet scent of her arousal filling his nose, like a drug his body tuned to hers and became dependant. He didn't have control, not of her and not of himself. Their frenzied mating didn't quench his desire. Whatever hidden strength existing within this woman overpowered and consumed the darkness to fill him with light. Stars exploded behind his eyes in a blinding radiance. With certainty, he understood that to lose her, he would cease to exist.
In an irrevocable act of possession, he clenched the muscles in his ass and surged a final time. Hot seed spurted from his cock. Waves of release bathed her womb, drained his energy and left him limp.
Slipping from her sheath, he stretched out, lying against the back of the sofa. He pulled her into the circle of his arms. “Understand, you are under my protection. To leave me now would end your life."
Chapter Two
"I want to understand. Who are you?” Audra nestled into Dorian's arms as they spooned on the couch. Her body still vibrated with the desire to mate again. If it weren't for the tormented images she'd seen in her mind while he was buried full hilt inside her, she'd reach out and stroke the hardening flesh pressing into the curve of her rear.
His hand moved from her hip and spread her cheeks to nestle his cock. Her head swam with indecision.
"You already know, but I will explain so you completely comprehend our bond. You give me life.” He rocked his hips against her.
The heavy pulse between her legs echoed in her ears. Focusing on his voice became increasingly difficult. She gave him life, but what of the changes happening within her? “What are you?"
"Just a man, but I am not from your realm."
Audra heard the smile in his voice and hoped it didn't stem from arrogance. Getting naked with a man based on instinct might seem like loose morals, but her virgin status should be proof enough tonight was different.
"When I entered your shop, my presence was not unexpected. I could see it in your eyes."
"I knew what you wanted.” What she still didn't understand is why she gave it to him. Her magical charms hadn't been effective against his strength. Normally, she could keep the darkness at bay with smudge sticks and crystals.
Tonight they amplified his appeal. Chakra points within her hummed with awareness. More than knowing he had come for her, she had waited with bated breath anticipating his arrival. Ignorant of what form he would take, she had only known he would be different. And although at first afraid, it had been impossible to fight the natural desire building within her being.
"Tell me where you come from."
He chuckled. “We share the same world only on another frequency. Haven't you ever shifted dimensions?"
She shook her head. Perhaps she hadn't because instead of exploring her potential, she chose to use her gifts for protection. “I wouldn't even know how."
"You are a magical woman of white light in a world filled with goodness.” His fingers absently stroked her side as his voice washed over her. “My world is one of darkness. Audra, you couldn't understand the dichotomy of our existence."
"You could explain it to me. Not every woman is an empath. Is it the same for you?"
He shrugged. “I'm stronger than most with my gifts. Which is probably why you've haven't been used before."
She stiffened. “You won't use me either."
Dorian tightened his hold. “You know I didn't mean that in a disparaging way. Simply, that without a joining I wouldn't be able to remain in your dimension."
She relaxed again, taking comfort in his warmth. “So why are you here?"
"I was young and naïve when I swore my loyalty to our overlord. At the time, I thought my purpose noble, to be the right hand of my leader. Once I discovered the truth, I was bound to my duties. He is cruel, ruling with tyranny ... and I am his general."
She closed her eyes. His soul was indeed black, a
nd she had experienced a mere glimpse of what he was.
"You have special talents,” he continued. “Mine were never used for principled reasons. When I could no longer live with myself, I committed the ultimate act of perfidy. I used my magic to escape."
"And the others like you, that are here, have they escaped for the same reason?"
"No, some are rogue. They aren't any better than the overlord. They just refuse to do his bidding.” He gently kissed her shoulder. “But some are like me,” he said softly. “We know your kind. We seek a mating in order to remain in your world. Once a woman of white light reaches maturity, she becomes an anchor."
Audra turned her head and glanced at Dorian. “Until you, I protected myself. Tonight, there was something different in my response."
"Yes. I felt it, too.” His hand possessively wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer. “With the white light in you, I remain strong and powerful. A link exists between us like I've never experienced before. As long as we're together, you'll be safe and I'll remain in your world. But know this Audra, I am a traitor. Bounty hunters seek me as a reward. Their only objective is to return me to the overlord. Dead or alive. However, dead I will be much easier to manage."
Thoughts of Dorian's death constricted her chest. Already the connection altered her way of thinking. “Tell me about your world. Is it different from mine?"
"Your sun is bright, and your world is filled with light. Where I come from, a shadow looms over us. The sun never reaches the soil. Not everyone has the gift of magic. For those who don't, it is a very oppressive life.” He grew quite and held Audra tighter. “I could no longer exist as I did. The acts I participated in ate at my insides like a disease. Although I prefer night to day, I have changed. Five years ago, I used my magic to escape. As long as I mate with a woman of white light, I am too strong for the bounty hunters. Should I fail to mate, within one lunar cycle, I would be unable to defend myself.” He tangled his hand in her hair and then let it slip from between his fingers. “I would not be able to protect you."
"Five years?” Somehow, she'd thought she was as unique to him as he was to her. Knowing he had other women to keep him strong and anchor him to her world caused a streak of insecurity. “So you're involved with other woman?"
"I have mated with two others."
She stopped her own contemplations and concentrated on what he said. Two women, how would he have time for her?
The thought tightened her stomach. Jealousy was a new emotion for her, especially after only knowing Dorian for an hour. She didn't like thinking about him tasting another woman's lips, let alone sliding his enormous cock between another's legs. He spoke of a bonding. Perhaps it was time she bonded him to her. “Where are the other women?"
"The bounty hunters murdered them in hopes of denying me the ability to maintain my strength. They will attempt to kill you, too. If they succeed, my life will be over. They will either kill me here or take me back for a public execution.” He touched her cheek. “The other women of white light were not with me when they met their deaths. Otherwise, I would have protected them. That was my error. You and I will not separate but remain together at all times."
She sat up and pushed away from him. “I've known you for an hour. I'm not about to give you my life."
"I will protect you,” he stated as if her outburst held no relevance to their ultimate conclusion.
"I can protect myself. I've been doing a fine job of it until tonight.” She ran her fingers through her hair combing it back behind her ears. “How can you protect me? If these bounty hunters have killed your other women, how do you expect to protect me? You can't be with me every moment of every day."
A shadow crossed his features, and it struck her then how unnaturally easy it was for her to see in the darkened room. Part of why she feared the dark stemmed from her inability to see. She preferred bright open spaces.
Dorian had already begun to change her. Her life force dimmed with each connection they created. The bonding seemed to be in his favor. How much more would he take? She didn't want to be a lifeline of convenience. She hadn't waited her whole life for him only to get nothing in return. She wanted a piece of his soul as surely as he had taken part of hers.
Two other women had bonded their souls to him. She would not be a third. Either they risked equally, or she would use every last ounce of willpower and walk away.
He let her slip from his arms. “I know it is difficult to believe."
"No, it isn't difficult at all. I trust my instincts, and I trust my visions. I know you are what you claim. I also see into your soul. Dorian, it frightens me ... more than the dark.” She turned away and gathered her clothing. “You need me. That isn't the same as wanting."
"You question my desire for you?” She glanced at his thickening cock. Arousal didn't appear to be a problem. His superior attitude most assuredly was.
"You didn't steal my free will tonight.” She splayed her arms. “I knew what was happening. I sensed your frustration as much as your lust when you first entered the shop. I allowed you in because I wanted you more than I feared you. I've never felt like this before. But I could've said no.” She finished dressing. “I'm saying no now.” She tied the front tails of her shirt together to cover her breasts.
"Impossible.” Growling, he ran his fingers through his wavy hair then fisted them at his sides. “You don't know the cruelty they are capable of inflicting. You are mine to protect. Do not deny it. At least empathically, you understood the risk."
"The only thing I've ever been able to count on is my ability to read emotion. I allowed you to get close to me because I knew I could love you.” She sat next to him. “You said I would know you by morning. I know you now. We were one when we—” She stumbled on the words made love. “Bonded. I heard your thoughts. I know you felt the connection between us with the same intensity as I did. Did you experience the same link with the other women? Don't deny you don't understand."
The damn mental merger grew stronger. Even now, the intense need to be with him again shivered beneath her words. She didn't want to hear about strong connections, about the bonding he had done with other women. However, pretending not to have already established the link wasn't fooling either one of them.
"No. I planted images in their minds but never truly knew how they felt. You found a way in. That has never happened."
"We're unique."
"And the connection only grows stronger."
She shook her head. “The only thing you know of me is that I'm a woman of white light. I'm so much more, and until you see that, I won't be bound to you."
"You've seen how we are together. You can't resist.” He pulled her into his embrace.
"I don't want to resist. I mean, I still want to be with you. I just won't let you control me.” She turned in his arms and wrapped her small hand around his cock. Soft and hard, like silk over steal beneath her fingertips. “Our attraction is mutual.” Her finger traced over the slit in the crown, drawing out a bead of nectar. “But it's more than just the physical need for sex. You need to discover what special gift you have to offer me. We have time."
An eternity.
"Dorian, we don't need to know everything tonight. Respect that I make my own decisions, and I'll accept that you feel the need to control your surroundings.” She looked directly into his eyes. “Not me.” Audra needed him to understand that his desire was no greater than hers. “And I won't endanger myself. I'll be your lifeline."
If she could only ask him to be hers.
Instead, she brushed his lips with hers. “I experienced numerous erotic images, yet we've fulfilled only one.” His erection swelled another inch in her hand. Tentatively, she stroked the smooth skin of the shaft, milking him with gentle pressure.
Dropping to her knees, she ran her tongue around the thick ridge of his cock's head before tracing the engorged purple vein from the base to the top. Finally closing her mouth over him, she sucked him to the back of her th
roat.
When Dorian groaned and thrust his hips upwards, she released her suction to lick the bead of pre-cum from the tip, as if licking a melting ice cream cone.
"My need for you is great.” He dislodged her mouth from his shaft and stood to make quick work of removing the clothes she had just put back on. “I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't.” She licked her lips. “Please, Dorian. Don't make me beg ... and don't be so gentle."
He chuckled and moved to stand behind her. His hands on her shoulders urged her to her knees. She went to all fours. “Widen your legs,” he demanded as he knelt. “Do you remember this?” He slammed into her hot, slick, channel.
"Oh, yes,” she whimpered. “Harder.” He filled her mind with tenderness contrary to the aggression of his thrusts. She pulled her bottom lip into her mouth and worried it between her teeth.
I don't want to hurt you.
"You won't.” Just fuck me. They were making love, but she wouldn't use the word love, not to Dorian, not until he felt it.
I am.
Dorian didn't break from his rhythm.
"Harder.” She needed more. Emotions swelled within, and she had to have the physical connection to drive the feelings of love from her mind. All she wanted to see in her visions was his muscular form bending her to his will. When he crammed her full of his immense cock, he drove out all thought. Pleasure reigned.
"Yes, I'll tell you.” She cried out. “Yes. Right there."
Dorian's fingers dug into her hips, lifting her, allowing him deeper penetration.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!"
He laughed in her thoughts. I wouldn't have thought you a woman to use such language. Feel what it does to my cock. Say it again.
"Ah, fuck.” Each hard, aggressive thrust banging against the top of her core triggered a scream. Red light radiated through the room as her root chakra emitted waves of sexual energy.
He held onto her hips as wet skin slapped together. Long strokes slid inside until his entire shaft was sheathed in her soaked pussy. He pulled back, then filled her again. She bit into the seat cushion of the couch as her head thrashed. “Dorian,” she wailed as her mind clouded, no longer aware of anything but the messages and images transmitted by her lover. His heartbeat matched hers. Thoughts became one. He claimed her with each slick pump of his cock.
