How can I? The sight of him beneath me, a massive, muscular male, his neck marked by the colors of my aura, is all that matters.
The way he digs his fingers into my thighs, out of breath.
The feel of his skin and leathers pressing into my inner thighs.
The alien need to yank his hair back and slide my teeth into his neck.
His dick is rock-hard, extended way past the edge of his leather pants. The wet tip brushes along my trembling core, and I almost go off for him right there.
I wish that were enough. I wish the images at the back of my head weren’t knocking. Images that I’m not sure are coming from my imagination, or this newly formed mating already starting to turn on me.
Ian’s bare hand shoots around my neck, the staples on his inner forearms flaring as they try to control his Fieren symptoms. His enlarged eyes pin me, as merciless as every other part of him. “Wherever you’re going in your head, stop. This is about us.”
“I’m trying,” I mutter, rocking my swollen pussy lips along his tip.
He grabs my chin, fingers digging into the sides of my jaw. Hips matching my rhythm, he brings me down to him, taking my mouth in a kiss that’s all tongue and teeth.
My blood flows between our twining tongues. It isn’t long before my own fangs graze him and the combined taste tears apart every bit of my wiring.
My eyes water and I can’t breathe. Raw emotion combines with the soul-altering taste of us. I fucking hate him and the memories of him with that succubus as much as I adore every breath he takes. Fear for his own wellbeing wars with the injured female in me.
And I’m pregnant with three of his kids.
I twitch on top of him at the reminder.
Ianthen mistakes my reaction and softens our kiss. “We’re leaving.”
“N—o.” The word finishes forming upon our reentry to Sethrax, where I’m once again unceremoniously dumped onto my bed.
Ian follows me down, the massive expanse of his shoulders flexing and releasing as he curls over me in a move that makes me forget he’s a werewolf.
Right now, he seems pure vampire, with those huge canines making his lips pout. There’s no mistaking what those all-black eyes mean now.
This male wants my blood in him.
He wants to ravage my neck like last time.
At the memory, I flip him over with a hiss.
The bed bends inward—another reminder of what happened days ago—barely holding on.
Ianthen’s eyes momentarily widen before narrowing with languid heat. “Fuck, Sol. I actually love when you manhandle me.”
Smiling, I nuzzle the corner of his mouth. With a groan, he turns his head to kiss me, but I duck and drag my fangs along his jaw. “Oh yeah? Then you’re really going to like this . . . Don’t. Move.”
He curses at those two voices coming out of my mouth, as the command spirals through him and his body goes rigid on the bed.
Fucking perfect.
“Sol . . .”
My smile threatens to crack my cheeks. Freaking giddy for some reason, I raise myself on straightened arms, hands flat against his beautiful, flexed chest.
He seems both startled and awed by my smile.
Definitely a little confused.
Rolling my hips, I tease his cockhead with my pussy lips. “Turnabout’s a bitch, isn’t it?
He chuckles beneath me, sending the muscles of his torso bouncing. “You do realize you’re commanding me as both my R’ma and as Conquest, right? This isn’t fair.”
“Oh. I know.” Dragging my teeth along my bottom lip, I continue rubbing on him as my hands rise to my crown. I allow my fingers to graze the curves of it with a feather-light touch, then it’s gone.
My dress and gold sandals go next.
He gives a hard shake of his head, the slightly longer blue strands of hair at the front wiping with the move. “Fuck. I love those pierced tits and that pierced cunt.”
A shiver rocks through my clit. If I’m not careful, I’ll come before I get him inside me.
“Sol, at least let me lift my hands and touch you.” He’s strapped to the bed by the invisible binds of my demand.
I flatten my hands on the bed above his head, letting my nipples dangle a mere inch from his mouth. “Maybe I like you this immobile. Maybe I want to keep you like this as I take you.”
“Baby, don’t go there. If you do, I’m not going to be gentle when I take your sweet ass.”
A husky half-moan, half-laugh punches out of me. I’m not as fast as him yet, but I flash down his body in a blur so I’m back at his ear.
He tenses with awareness when I will his pants off.
“Nope. You’re staying right there. First, you’re coming in my pussy, as I said. Then, I’ll give you my ass.” A wave of my hips and I’m impaling myself on him, taking him with a single thrust.
He slams his head into the pillow, teeth bared, head thrown back as he groans at the ceiling. “Motherfuck. Gets me every time.”
My teeth snap inside my mouth as that thick, marked neck bulges, his veins pounding.
I gasp at how he hits the end of me, so deep I feel a bite of pain even though I’m an immortal.
Need more. All of it.
Lifting my hips, I let them drop back down with a roughness that sends him even deeper.
Gritting his teeth, expression twisted in lustful agony, he lifts his head off the pillow, trying to get close to me. “Shit. Let me touch you—ah, yeah baby. That’s it. Fuck. Sol, let me have my hands on you. About to blow my load in that tight pussy.”
I know. I can feel how his hips shiver, his rock-hard dick all but trembling in me. My pussy walls squeeze. Moaning like some God damn porn star, I slip back down his length on a wet glide we both hear.
“Ohhhh, fuck. Yes. Shit. Can’t ever—hold it with you.” His body jerks like crazy beneath me. “Need to touch you.”
The sight of him alone has the power to detonate my world. His perfect dick throbbing that hungrily in me is more than I can take. “Yes. Touch me. Please. Need your cum in my pussy.”
His hands fly to squeeze down on my breasts, and he lets me have my well-earned punishment with that hard move.
I shatter into a million tiny pieces that I fear will never be put back together again. All the orgasms he’s given me have been life-altering, but this one tugs at the deepest parts of me.
His voice breaks, his body twitching as he fills me with his cum.
Somewhere in the darkness, I realize I’ve closed my eyes. His large hand circles the back of my neck, bringing our mouths together.
My clit brushes his wet groin.
His tongue licks its way into my mouth.
There’s a sudden pressure against my ass. By the time I realize it’s his fingers, they’re already pushing inside me. The feeling of fullness steals my breath.
Ian growls into my mouth, that greedy sound that makes me want to come for him again. “Want this ass, baby.” His fingers thrust in small circles and I nearly scream into our kiss. “You’re immortal now. You can take me.”
I pant against his lips, on the verge of hyperventilating from the electric-hot pleasure. “And I’ve been practicing on my own for years.”
His stare is part accusatory, part frenzied. That frightening look reminds me of the first dream we had together. The first time he looked at me with that psychotic fixation. “Let. Me. Have. It. Before I try to exert my will over you as your R’mann.”
Ohmigod. He is, isn’t he? My male.
My heart full to bursting, I kiss him with all the emotion I feel and murmur my new command, “Move. Take me however you want.”
Yup. I’m on by back before my next breath.
Three of his fingers slam into my creaming cunt. I scream, uncaring who the hell happens to hear us from here. Ian keeps his fingers inside me long enough to get them soaked, then he moves back to my ass, wetting me.
Preparing me.
His almost warped voice is suddenly in my ear. �
�I’m filling this ass with my cum. And while we’re coming together, you’re taking my blood and I’m taking yours.”
Never in my life did I ever imagine hearing something that insane—that inhuman—would leave me seconds from coming like a rocket as he plays with my ass. “Fuck, yes. Oh fuck yes, baby.”
I love his chuckles. His laugh. The smile that accompanies both.
I love all the sounds that come out of his mouth, especially that short, stunned groan he gives every time he’s on the edge.
“Need you. Can’t fucking wait.”
My swollen clit throbs, the ring on my hood caressing me.
Ianthen presses the head of his dick against my opening. Although I’m immortal now, I still tense with fear at the incoming pain.
My mate licks at my bottom lip. Between my legs, he thumb traces my clit in the same circular motion. “Just relax for me, baby. Let me have that gorgeous ass.”
If my dirty talking drives him crazy, his has the power to turn me into a mindless slave in seconds. Spreading my legs wider, I melt beneath him, parting my lips for his tongue.
His licks around mine.
Those same circles keep tormenting my quivering clit.
Hands curling around the back of his head, I lose myself in the building pressure, feeling my juices dripping down to where his dick is pressed to my ass.
“That’s it. That’s fucking it.” He tilts his head, lapping at me harder. His tip starts pushing into the tight opening, wider than anything I’ve ever put in there. Not even the dildos I played with were as full as he is. “I have so much fucking cum for you, baby. Let me give it to you.”
My thighs bounce off the bed, twitching with the force of the orgasm building.
Ian grunts—he pushes into me in a smooth move that sends hellish ribbons of fire arching down my legs. “Holyyyyy fuck. That’s tight!”
I don’t have a chance to fully register the pain, then his fingers are in my pussy, two of them stuffing me tighter than I’ve ever been.
His thumb continues rubbing my clit in those maddening circles.
Then his tongue.
On my mating mark.
His sharp teeth follow the same path.
His first thrust back into my ass releases another toe-curling wave of pain, but my clit doesn’t stop swelling, my pussy walls convulsing around his fingers.
“Gonna come, baby. Need you with me.” Another thrust of his cock.
His fingers vibrate inside me.
His thumb merely presses down on my clit.
“Ian. Baby. Oh fuck yes. Yes. Yes. I fucking love you. Yes!”
He grunts my name like a male possessed and loses control, using all his strength to force his length in and out of the tight grip of my ass.
My heart races with wild alarm, my mind uncomprehending of how I can hurt this badly and still be on the verge of—
“FUCK! Soleria, about to give it to you.” I’m rammed into the bed, his hot, straining body pressing me into the mattress. “Give it to you so deep, baby. Bite me. Fucking bite me when you come all over my cock.”
Out of nowhere, his mating mark is less than an inch from my mouth, and my incisors grow even longer.
All it takes is that one lick of bloodlust—that extra shot of agony—and the world around me disintegrates as my vision fails me.
I’m screaming.
So is he.
Our bodies seize, jerking into each other.
The fierce slice of his teeth practically snapping onto my neck robs my voice.
As each throbbing wave of my release milks another round of his own, instinct takes over, my teeth sinking into his flesh on a perfect bite.
His blood hits my veins with the force of an eruption, a blast that obliterates my identity on every level. It drugs me, making my soul spin.
Every part of what makes him who he is slams into me, merging with every molecule I consist of.
He fucks me without mercy, shouting into my neck as he gulps me down, and I know the invasion is the same for him. He’s being infected with me, forever changed, our minds and emotions crashing in a painful yet stunning connection.
Forget seeing stars. An entire kaleidoscope of colors bursts behind my closed lids as my nails sink into his back.
There’s no telling how long it goes on for. Eventually, Ian tears his teeth away from my throat, taking a harsh, gasping breath. Like one does when breaking through the surface of water. “Uhhhnn. Fuck yeah. Keep sucking me, baby. I love you.”
His throat muscles milk my fangs. My ass ripples around him, continuing to milk his pulsing dick.
At some point, another mini-orgasm rips through me. He presses his entire body deeper, feeling me as I let it wring the last of my energy.
It’s not that I pass out, but awareness flickers in that twilight daze. Two heartbeats echo in my blood and I know that’s his presence I feel.
For better or for worse, as they say. Even with all the unresolved issues between us, he’s in me now.
As connected to me as Dyletri and Zen are to my girls.
My male.
Mine.
He bites back a groan, slowly easing out of me although his dick remains hard.
The move forces a sharp breath from me as I struggle to readjust to the pain.
“Shit. Fuck. I’m so sorry, baby. I’m a motherfucking asshole. I wasn’t thinking—”
I stop his rambling with a shaking hand over his lips. “It’s okay—”
“No, it’s not. Fuck! You’re pregnant. What if I—shit, Sol. We need Vedlyl.”
I sink my nails into his arm before he can even think of leaving, laughing with disbelief. A tear slides down my temple and I have no idea if it’s because of how bad my ass hurts, or the sheer emotion I’m feeling now that I’m connected to him on this level.
And I’m pregnant with his freaking triplets.
“I’ve only known you two months. Now we’re so far beyond married there’s no words to properly describe it, and I’m carrying three of what I’m sure are going to be your demon children.”
A bright smile bursts across his blood coated lips and he swipes at my tear tenderly. “That’s how it sometimes works in our world, baby. Things can move hard and fast. And my demon children? Mujer, have you forgotten who the actual demon is around here? They’re getting that side from you.”
I laugh at his perfect pronunciation of the word “woman” in Spanish. The move makes me cringe as my sore ass gives me hell.
“I’m getting Ved—”
“If you love me, you’ll do nothing but stay on this bed with me. I don’t think I want to leave until either the babies are born or, at the least, until it’s time to put your crown on your head.”
He totally bypasses my mention of he, a werewolf, becoming king of the war demons, and places his hand on my lower stomach, brows wagging adorably. “You’re so having my kids.” The staples that saved him from dying all these weeks cast that white light along my abs.
My crazy-in-love heart just whooshes as it forgets how to properly pump blood. “Yeah, champ. I am. I’m so fucking pregnant I can’t even let myself analyze it too deeply.”
Those smiling lips land on mine with a wet smack. “I never put much thought into being a father, but now that it’s happening?” A groan and a more thorough kiss. “As soon as you give birth, I’m going to want to get you pregnant all over again.”
As I choke on my saliva, sputtering, he throws his head back with a triumphant laugh that tears me up inside.
This male lived his whole life believing that finding love would mean his death. Of course he never put much thought into being a father. “I love you, Ianthen,” I whimper, fighting back tears.
Still laughing, he puts his forehead on mine and I swear I’m never going to forget the sight of those eyes shining with such relief and happiness. “Gods, Sol. I love you, too. You have no fucking idea how much. No fucking idea.”
Chapter 52
- Earth, East Elmhurst, Q
ueens, NY (USA)
IANTHEN
I ’ve only been away from Sol for half-hour and the buzzing in my veins is already unbearable.
I want her with me at all times. As irrational as that might be. This gnawing sensation in my chest from not having her around leaves me on edge.
No wonder Dyletri and Zeniel can’t be away from their females for longer than five minutes.
Coming back to Earth without her wasn’t my first choice. Zex is to thanks for that. Am I pissed at him for it? No. I get it. This is the kind of family issues a being wouldn’t want others privy to.
What are we all going to do if Nylicia turns out to be the female Zex has been searching for? This fucked-up drama involves some of the heaviest hitters in the universe.
The consequences could be brutal.
Or they could be universe-ending.
The backyard I materialize into is dark. Staring over my shoulder, I see the fixture over the screen door. The light bulb is broken. Only the low TV lights from within and the glowing chips on my inner arms provide any illumination back here.
Making my way around the side of the house, I summon a Gnetica to hide me from the inhabitants if they happen to look out the window.
A wave of my hand has the small, chain-link fence door opening on a silent swing. A second wave and it closes just as gently.
The street is surprisingly empty, although life teems on the boulevard less than a hundred-feet away. Most of the houses on the block are as rundown as the one I reformed behind.
Another fifty-feet to the north are three tall, huddled figures.
Zex and his brothers.
Heading towards them, I let my vision switch into the grid, the energy signatures of thousands of beings bursting to life in the darkness. The twister of quadruple-colored power that is Zex turns as I approach.
“There he is.”
The two other energy signatures of his brothers—one gold-and-black, the other pale-green-and-black—twist in my direction as well.
“Ah. His eyes are already white. See? He’s searching. Relax. He’ll have her located in a few minutes,” Cyake tells his brother, as if that’s going to make a difference.
If the male is frantic at this point, no one can fucking blame him. All we can do is try to help him keep his shit together before Zerxis decides to make an appearance and trigger the final apocalypse.
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