First Fire: The First Guardian Novella (The Guardian Series)

by S Lawrence

  “Maybe,” he calls back over his shoulder as he strides to the door. Slamming it behind him, he whistles to himself, excited at the ideas running through his head. Undressing, he flops down on his bed, getting comfortable. He reaches for their link, seeking her mind over the distance. Suddenly, he was in. Ylva and the beast notice his presence. Anger and joy flows through the connection to him. This is going to be fun.

  He builds an image of her midnight hair, so soft and silky, his fingers sinking into it. Burying his face in it, he pulls it, guiding her mouth to his. He feels it slide over his thighs as her lips, reddened from his kisses, close over his length. He is engorged, thick and long. “Wrap your hand around me,” he grits through his teeth. They are feeding each other now. He shakes with his need for her. The air rushes from his lungs as he sees her smiling eyes blazing blue up at him from his cock as she runs her tongue across her teeth.

  Fuck, this is going to be fucking torture.

  She revels in the power, taking control of the vision. Gently squeezing as she brings the tip to her lips, flicking her tongue, out savoring the masculine taste of him. She draws a curse from his lips as she pulls him into her heated mouth.

  Taking back control, he fists her hair in his hand, holding her still as he thrust in shallowly. His other hand moves to her breast, pinching the hardened nipple, rolling it between his thumb and finger, kneading it as she thrust it into his hand.

  They both pant with need. She wants him, is desperate for him. Steeling his resolve, he breaks the connection. She cries out in frustration, starving for him, angry at her need. His fist wraps around his cock and he pumps it trying to hold the picture of her to him. It is a hollow completion and he longs for her heat. He prays she breaks soon.

  Day and night he fills her mind with erotic images. She is permanently aroused, unfulfilled, she does not want to sleep because dreams plague her. She always wakes, writhing in need. It is not just sex he floods her mind with though, it is also a life together. He shows her their future, happy together, all of them. He tempts her with freedom. Tempts her with the bond and a joining like he has with the dragon, a partnership. Ylva agrees they could do this.

  A week later she stands at the portal by the village, staring at it, confusion warring in her mind. She steps closer, then backs away. She turns to leave and stops, turning back. A shadow covers her as she turns her troubled eyes to the skies. He has come. She should kill him for this pain. She pants in her anguish, gulping air. He glides closer and she narrows her eyes. She wants to fight him, needs to. Something is falling toward her, something wrapped in fur. She leaps, catching it before crouching down, eyes darting around, sniffing it and carefully opening it. Her mouth falls open. It is beautiful death, glittering in the sunlight, a sword made of a brilliant blue stone. Ylva sighs thinking it matches their eyes. Beast looks at her reflection in it, raven hair curling in the wind, lush lips and wild blue eyes. Tears well up but she refuses to let them fall. She looks to the heaven, searching for him. He perches high on a peak, waiting. Waiting to see what she will do. She could kill him with his gift. It would cut through his armor of scales. She stands looking at him.

  ‘He loves us both. We could both have him. I want to join with you. If we do not, Odin will hunt you. I cannot let him have you.’

  The Berserker startles, ‘What do you mean?’

  ‘I mean I will share my life, my body. We will become one, but if you refuse the next time you sleep, I will end us both. He does not know I have made this decision.’

  Whirling, the Berserker flees, angry at her choices, not trusting them. On and on she races until she falls into an exhausted sleep. Ylva sits up, saddened at her only choice, the sword still clutched in her hand. Her tears fall on it as she calls her mother.

  Morrigan appears in front of her, falling to her knees. “Daughter, how I have missed you.” Pulling her tight into her arms, she shudders as she feels Ylva’s sobs.

  “She will not relent mother. I am sorry. The binding has made it so I cannot force her to the cave. I have made my decision, I will not let Odin take her.”

  “NO!” One word was all her mother screamed. “I cannot lose you too. Asger said he is winning.”

  “Oh, she is very interested but refuses to believe that he wants us both. I need you to take me to him. I do not know how much time I have before she wakes and I would have one night with him.” Morrigan her heart breaking, nods her agreement, “And mother please after, will you take me to the tree? I know she has been helping both myself and Asger.”

  Sniffing, Morrigan stands, pulling her to her feet before hugging her tightly as they sift to her home. Ylva smiles at where Asger was tonight. Stepping forward she looks down and realizes her mother has cleaned and dressed her in a gown that is sheer and luminescent, glowing in the moonlight. Swallowing her tears, she moves to the door.

  Asger’s eyes widen as she comes through the door, she takes his breath away. She is gorgeous, skin glowing in the candlelight, eyes full of love and lust. He is at her side in an instant, fingers burying in her hair, crushing his mouth to hers. He is devouring her.

  Asger tugs at the ties of her dress, loosening them until it drops away from her body, leaving her bare to his hungry gaze. Moving back so he could take her all in, his breath catches in his throat, she is all curves and satiny skin. Reaching one fingertip toward her, he runs it down her neck to her breast, brushing it against her sensitive nipple. She gasps in response, her body tensing, already drawn tight as a bow from the weeks of sensual torture. “Ye are so beautiful. What did I do to earn ye?” His voice is thick with emotion. Bending he kisses her, this time lingering and love flows into her.

  “Please, Asger. I do not know how much time I have.” She hated that they could not take their time.

  “Then let us make the most of it,” lust roughing his voice. Wrapping her hair around his fingers, once more he tugs her to him, guiding her to the blankets on the floor in front of the fire. The pads of his fingers slide over her skin, sending goose bumps skating along her spine. His nails scrape lightly on her thighs and flames of arousal burn up to her core. She could feel the heat of him and longs to have it burning her.

  Asger inhales the ripe, earthy scent of her. It was a perfect mixture of Ylva and the Berserker, different than the last time he held her. Woman, beast, and they both are all theirs. He aches for her, his cock hard, thick and throbbing. He would gladly risked everything to be with her. He plans to savor every second with her.

  She kneels, her hair flowing down her back, the firelight causing it to gleam. She draws in a breath, lust overwhelming her. Every step he takes toward her causes her body to tighten more. She lays back spreading herself like a feast, begging him to dine upon her. He pauses, staring at her invitation, her skin glows, waiting for his touch, his exploration.

  Looking is not good enough she thought, he has to touch her, possess her, make her feel one last time.

  Looking into her eyes, he thinks he sees sadness for a second but then it is gone, it gives him pause. She licks her lips and he is lost. She shifts, arching her back, watching the heat flare in his eyes. She feels wanton, desperate and reaches for his waist, loosening his kilt, tossing it to the side. Her breath hitches at the sight of him, proud, erect and larger than she remembers. Kneeling between her feet, he runs his hands up her calves. She moves slightly but his grip tightens and he growls a warning. “Do not.”

  She tries very hard to stay immobile but his touch sends sparks through her blood to her core. She whimpers, “I cannot wait. You’ve tortured me for weeks.”

  “Such sweet torture it was. What was your favorite thought?” His eyes gleam with his hunger. She could only shake her head as his hands move closer to her center. His eyes turn amber as he locks them on the moisture that drips from her cleft. “I plan many things but the first is to eat ye alive, force ye to moan and scream my name.”

  As the last word leaves his lips, his head bends to her sex, tongue swiping out for a lo
ng, slow teasing lap, wrenching a cry from her. He falls on her like something ravenous. Using teeth and tongue, he pushes her high, letting her skate along the edge of completion and then he backs off, going back to long slow licks, as her breath saws in and out. She feels the sharp bite of his teeth on her clit and the invasion of his finger into her soaked pussy. He continues to lick and nibble as he pumps into her. She chants his name like some kind of prayer. “I cannot,” she gasps. His tongue spears deep, curling and her body fragments. Her vision blurs as lightning races down her spine and still he licks, sending wave after wave of pleasure through her. “Please,” she begs, for what, she was not sure. Certainly not for him to stop because she wanted more, needed more.

  Suddenly, he flips her over, dragging her onto his lap, his cock slides in the moisture that flows from her. She shivers at the contact. He pulls her mouth to his, plunging his tongue inside her warm heat. She tastes herself on his lips. Positioning himself at her opening, rubbing himself along her lips, he thrusts up slightly. His hands grip her hair pulling her head back, causing her back to arch and her breasts jut up, they are flushed in her arousal. Blowing a warm breath, he watches as her nipples tighten further. She is panting as he pulls one deeply into his mouth, tugging and nipping. She skirts the line between pleasure and pain. He thrusts shallowly again. “Ye are so wet for me, my love. So ready.”

  She can only moan her reply. He is then impaling her on his member. She throws her head back, crying out at the fullness. Over and over he plunges. She shifts slightly to take him deeper. His mouth latches on her nipple, teeth biting to draw a gasp from her. He sets a perfect rhythm surging deep, thrusting hard as he pulls strongly at her nipple. A firestorm is building in her body. She is keening, unable to focus on any one sensation.

  He growls as her nails score his back and her inner muscles clamp down on him, squeezing him tight. He drives into her over and over, harder and harder. She was tightening more when stars burst behind her eyes as her body brakes apart.

  “ASGER!” she screams his name, and still he drives into her. Suddenly she stiffens and begins to fight him. “NO! Oh god, let me go. She wakes!”

  Asger pauses, looking at his love’s face, watching as her eyes began to glow. “Let her come, it is time she meets her mate.” Buried deep within her, he waits. He waits for her rage and recognizes the surprise.

  “Hello, mate,” he whispers as the Berserker's eyes meet his gaze. Before she could respond, his eyes blaze amber, dragon coming to claim his mate. He senses her will to fight, to be dominated. He catches the scent her need. Grabbing her, he smiles wolfishly as he flips her over. He drags her to her knees, pushing her head down. Asger holds her even as she struggles. He rises over her, catching her hip in one hand as the other holds her head down. He positions himself at her entrance. “I hae waited for ye mate. I brought ye pretty things. I told ye how I love ye but still, ye could not come to me. Dragon told me what ye would need. Domination.”

  She could not stop the moan or the undulating of her hips. He will be a strong mate. He draws back, causing her to whimper. “I understand now, ye need this. Ye need to be taken. Ye need hard.”

  She cries out as he slams deep into her pulsing pussy. Moisture coats him, and still, she fights. “You are big, so big,” she whispers it, lust making her voice thick. He smiles, sure now that dragon is right. It is the permission he needs. Shifting his other hand to her hip, he pulls her back as he drives forward, relentlessly pounding through her tighten folds. She growls in protests all the while lifting her hips for more. Arching her back to allow him to reach her very core.

  He leans over her in a dominate position and slows. He thrusts harder and deeper rocking her body, soft velvet grips him tight. “So tight,” he growls in her ear before grabbing a handful of hair. Pulling her lips back to his, he bites at her mouth as she snaps her teeth at him. His other hand reaches around and flicks her engorged nub. She screams out, hip rocking, searching for relief. Still, he plunges into her again and again. She feels the edge of pain when he clamps down on her clit and fire burns her. She screams her release as he bites down hard on her neck, holding her in place as he continues to pound into her even tighter pussy. His release is brutal as fire streaks up his spine. The explosion starts in his toes and fills her with his seed. Still, his teeth keep her locked beneath him until he feels her muscles relax, the fight leaving her. Releasing her neck, he wraps his arms around her rolling them, he lets her lay across him.

  “Mate,” she whispers, tears falling from her eyes. “Will you send me back now? Back to the darkness?”

  “No. I told ye that I would love ye both. Ye are both my mate. Magic has joined us and I love your fierceness even as I love Ylva’s gentleness. Dragon and I are one. Ye must connect fully, so neither of ye will be lost in the dark ever again.”

  She sits up angry, spitting out, “I do not know how.” Jumping to her feet, she flees. Asger knows better than to give chase.

  ‘I think we did it, my friend. She didnae kill us.’ He throws his head back and laughs. He could not chase her even if he wanted. He doubts he could move after the orgasm he just had. He hopes she likes dominant sex when they figure out how to merge them because it is something he plans to do every chance he gets.

  When he wakes mid-morning, he is laying in the same position as when he fell asleep. She had worn him out but his sore muscles were worth it. Now, to find her. He grabs his plaid and wraps it around him before stepping out into the sunshine. He eyes quarter the area but the only sign of her is her footprints leading away into the mountains. Shifting he leaps into the air, wings flapping, carrying him higher and higher, gaze searching for her. Flying lazy circles, he thinks of the previous night. Lost in the images of her, he does not see the danger until it was too late.

  I am sorry, my love. He thought it as he plunged to the earth. They had been so close, so close to getting the life they deserved. Fucking Odin. Hitting the ground with enough force to split the stones, he lays in the indentation gasping for breath. Once again, the smell of burning flesh fills his nose, this time he is fucking pissed. The asshole had hit his wing. He tries to stand but his leg gives out. He cannot shift because of the damage to his wing and a roar breaks free. Swinging his massive head, he locks on to the God. His fire burns his throat as it spews out. He will turn him to ash, him and the Valkyrie that stands by his side. His roar still echoes when Morrigan suddenly appears at his side.

  “Father, stop this! He has reached her!” she screams at him. Asger is aware it will do no good, Odin’s face says he knew.

  “Yes, I know, daughter. That is why he must die. His death will unleash even more power from her. I will have that power. I will allow you to see her though.” He speaks as if her daughter is nothing. Black mist flows from her as her rage builds. Her war cry rings across the land calling all to her aid. A dragon's roar joins her battle cry. Danu appears along with Loki. Loki moves to his brother's side.

  “Good to see you are making the right choice brother,” Odin smiles gleefully, knowing with Loki at his side he will win this battle. He will wage war on this world. He will rule all the clans. Glee colors his eye silver. Morrigan’s face crumples at Loki’s betrayal. Ragnhild moves forward at the wave of Odin’s hand and Morrigan moves to meet her in battle, drawing a great sword, keeping herself between the injured Guardian and the Valkyrie.

  Danu raises her magic facing the man she once loved. “What has happened to you?” anguish fills her voice.

  “Nothing. I have always been this way. You just refused to see.” There is no apology in his tone. He nods to Loki, who moves toward her.

  “You will kill me for him?” her outrage fills her voice with contempt. “Because only in my death will I stop fighting.”

  Loki’s gaze turns to the dragon and Asger startles as he whispers in his mind, ‘Call her to you. Only she can halt this destruction. Fenrir waits to bring her.’

  Bronze eyes lower as he opens his mind, searching for her through
the bond. She is far from them having run the whole night. He sends her the image of the battle, lets her feel his pain. She stops and whirls looking in the direction of the mountain top. A cry is torn from her throat.

  ‘I’m sorry my love, my mate. I hae failed ye. I’d planned on giving ye everything, love, pleasure, and freedom.’ She stumbles forward, hand held out reaching for him. “NO!”

  A haunting howl fills the air and she turns to see Fenrir loping to her, wariness stamped on his face, his lips curled in a snarl. “My father sent me. If you attack me, he will die today along with your mate. Get on my back if you want to save them.” She stands frozen for a moment before bounding onto his back, burying her hands in his fur.

  Her voice is thick when she whispers, “Please Fenrir, get us there in time.” He takes off running as fast as he can, belly low to the ground, eating up the miles. The wind whips at her and tears stream down her cheeks. If she had only stayed. This was her fault. She deserves the cave, the darkness, the loneliness.

  Suddenly, they were at the battle. She slides from Fenrir’s back, patting his heaving side in gratitude. But now what?

  “I see you brought her to me brother. Thank you. Seeing him die will push her further.” Odin raises his hands and thunder shakes the land. Her hair stands on end as he builds the lightning.

  ‘What do I do?’ She cries out to Ylva. Ylva knows magic, I know war.

  ‘We must join together, together we can beat grandfather and we can save Asger.’ Brilliant blue eyes blaze as she fixes her gaze on her mate. Bronze eyes stare back at her, love and acceptance in them. She sends him love along the bond and opens herself to the wild magic. Blinding light shines from her eyes as she turns to Odin, her voice is layered as she speaks, “You would leash us, use us, kill our love.” Rage infuses every word. “The power will not go to you. The magic remembers the old world and it will not let you war here. She has chosen us. ME and the Guardian to protect the balance.” As she speaks, Odin’s power surges, lightning crashes around them. He stumbles as she throws her hand up and pulls it to her, glowing even brighter. She sends her new power out pulsing with her anger and it levels them all. On and on she rages; so much guilt, sorrow, loss, and grief welling within her, flowing out like boundless tidal waves.