Wicked: Eternal Guardians

by Naughton, Elisabeth

  He stilled with one hand on the door, that simmering heat he’d been fighting threatening to flare inside.

  “What was it you said to me in the tower?” she asked somewhere behind him. Somewhere close. “Oh, I remember. ‘Running won’t save you. Not from your destiny, and not from me.’ Seems a little appropriate right now, don’t you think?”

  Slowly, he turned her way, his eyes narrowing on her skimpy outfit and his gem hanging from the long chain between her tempting breasts. “Careful, female.” She’d moved into the room and stood only a few feet away. Close enough for him to touch. Close enough for him to take. “You don’t have any idea what you’re talking about.”

  “Oh, I think I do.” One side of her sexy lips curled in a smirk. “You know, last night was fun and all, but I expected more. Something… a little more wild, a bit more savage.” She swayed toward him, until her heady scent surrounded him. “Something a lot more… wicked… from the infamous Prince of Darkness.”

  Memories of last night fired in his mind all over again. Her small hand stroking his cock. Her sweet tongue plundering his mouth. And her body—her sexy, luscious, perfect body sliding along his, straddling his hips, lowering to take him deep into her tight, wet pussy until he lost all sense of time and space and exploded in blistering pleasure.

  He’d thought that would be it. The very end. He’d thought it would be enough. It suddenly didn’t even come close.

  Those flames flared hot and wild, an inferno seconds from consuming everything in its path. One he wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer. Not with the ravenous hunger gathering inside. Not with her standing there, wearing next to nothing, staring into his eyes with those sinful-hot gems, taunting him to reach out and take.

  To conquer once and for all.

  “Be sure about this, female. I’m everything you can’t control.”

  “Oh, I’m sure, dios.” She pressed her palms against his chest and leaned so close her warm breath slid down his neck, sending waves of heat straight into his cock. “I don’t want you restrained in any way. I want to experience every single thing you’ve been holding back. Every naughty, wicked, wild thing. And in case you get out of hand, don’t worry. I know how to scratch and bite.”

  “You’ll crawl and beg before I’m finished with you.”

  “Mm, yes…” Her hypnotic eyes sparked. “That’s exactly what I want.”

  Her palms moved up his chest and around his neck, and her sensuous body pressed against his from chest to hips. Then, in a velvety voice that completely ignited that inferno inside him, she whispered, “But you’ll be the one doing the begging, dios. I’m sure of it.”

  * * *

  Zagreus’s mouth closed over Talisa’s so forcefully, she gasped.

  His lips were demanding, bruising, absolutely possessive in a way that both surprised and thrilled her. She opened on instinct, wanting to taste him as she had last night, but the second he dipped inside and his wicked tongue brushed hers, every cell in her body went haywire.

  She melted into his touch, to his kiss, to his every want and need. And when he growled and his tongue moved forcefully against hers—invading, directing, mastering—every part of her surrendered.

  Sparks raced along her nerve endings. A raging lightning storm she’d never experienced. She was always the one in control when it came to her sexual encounters, but this… The way he dominated her passion with nothing more than his lips and tongue and sultry mouth… It decimated her strength in a way his powers never could.

  His hand dropped to her hip. The other grazed her hair, sifted through the locks, then fisted at the back of her head. He plundered her mouth, shifted their bodies around so her spine pressed against the cool wood of the door, then closed in at her front.

  Yanking her head back, he lifted his mouth a breath from hers.

  A flash of pain echoed through her scalp, but it quickly faded when her eyes focused on his sinfully dark and predatory gaze. She saw lust. She saw hunger. And a thousand different emotions she couldn’t name. But the strongest, the most overpowering, the most volatile was the same wanton, wild, explosive need staring back at her.

  “I don’t give, female. I take.” He lowered his mouth to her throat, bared his teeth, and bit down.

  Pain ripped through her flesh. She cried out, but as quickly as the pain hit, it was replaced by his tongue racing over the spot, followed by a roaring pleasure searing her nerve endings.

  She writhed against his hard body while he suckled at her throat, as he tightened his hold on her hair, as he lifted his lips, moved his mouth a fraction of an inch, then bit down all over again.

  The sensations he was building in her were new. Erotic. So intense they seemed to penetrate her veins and sink deep into muscle and bone. Trapped between him and the door, her body quivered, her thighs trembled, and her sex grew so wet and achy, she knew as soon as he touched her there, she’d completely implode.

  He lifted his head again, shifted to the other side of her throat, then bit down all over.

  Pain… Pleasure… So much fucking heat...

  She had no idea what he was doing to her, but she loved it. Was crazy for more.

  “Oh yes…” She gripped his biceps at both arms, trying to hold herself upright, unable to do anything but let him have whatever he wanted. Wriggling her hips against his thighs, she searched for friction, for the pressure she desperately needed right between her legs. “Please…”

  “Please, what?” He yanked harder on her hair, pulling her head back farther, until the top of her scalp grazed the door.

  The movement forced her back to arch and her breasts to press tighter to his muscular chest. She grunted. His mouth moved higher, to the tender flesh behind her ear as he kicked her legs apart, then moved in tight at her front, the hard ridge of his arousal pushing against her belly. And as he breathed hot over her neck, shivers raced straight down her spine.

  “Please, what, mono mia?”

  Oh, when he called her that… “More. I need more.”

  He growled. Then his teeth sank into her flesh.

  She cried out as pain streaked down her throat, then moaned in absolute pleasure as he licked the spot and suckled, the frantic motion of his tongue and lips and mouth sending shards of electricity straight into her core.

  He was making her high. Each time his teeth pierced her skin, she felt as if he was injecting something hot and wicked into her system. When his tongue passed over the spot, it sizzled inside her. And when he growled, when he tightened his hold on her hair and pulled her body hard against his, whatever that was sparked, flared, then flashed like wildfire inside, igniting everything until she was sure it would consume her.

  “Touch me.” Her fingernails dug into the muscles of his arms. She rocked her hips up, searching for his cock, aching to feel it against her. For any part of it she could reach. “My whole body’s on fire.”

  “I want you hotter.” He jerked his hand from her hair, let go of her hip, and lifted his mouth from her throat.

  Her head grew light. She tried to right herself. Swayed. Tried to focus. Couldn’t. His mouth closed over hers again in a blinding kiss, making her groan and lean into him. Then his fingers curled in the fabric at her shoulders and yanked.

  Fabric tore. Cool air pebbled her nipples. He licked into her mouth as if he were starved, as if he couldn’t get enough, as if she were his sustenance.

  She moaned and rocked her hips against his, growing hotter, growing wetter, needing more. Knew she should take control but couldn’t seem to get her limbs to catch up to her mind. Then his hands were on her breasts, squeezing, kneading, driving her mad. His fingers pinching and twisting the barbells through her tender nipples until she gasped with that familiar burst of pleasure and pain that told her she was about to come—hard.

  “Oooh…” She lifted her hand to his nape, threaded her fingers into his soft hair, kissed him back just as franticly as he was kissing her. Electricity arced from her nipples to her se
x, making her grunt. Making her groan. Making her so fucking insane. But it wasn’t enough. She wanted more. Needed everything.

  “Dios…” Her other hand dropped to his hip, shifted between them, searching for the button on his pants.

  “You don’t say when, female.” He jerked back from her mouth, gripped her at her hips, and whipped her around to face the door. “I say when.”

  She gasped. Her hands slapped against the hard wood. She sucked in a breath and shuffled her feet so she wouldn’t fall. Before she could orient herself, his fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her skirt and yanked hard.

  Fabric tore again. Cool air washed over her bare ass, prickling her skin. He wrenched the ruined skirt from her body and tossed it behind him.

  Knowing he was seeing all of her now didn’t embarrass her. It aroused her. Made that electricity inside arc even higher. Made her sex gush in anticipation of what he would do next.

  His warm breath slid down her spine. She closed her eyes. Trembled as he kicked her legs wider and moved in at her back. Blood pounded in her ears as his body grazed hers—close, but not anywhere near close enough.

  Commanding fingertips brushed her shoulder, pushing her hair to one side, exposing her throat. Then his lips skimmed the sensitive skin near her ear again, and she shivered and leaned her head back, aching for his mouth, for his teeth, for his wicked tongue that made her forget everything but him.

  “Don’t ever wear something that short and slutty in front of the silens again.” His open palm pressed against her stomach, drawing her ass back against his erection. His thick, hard, magnificent erection.

  She groaned and arched at the contact. “Why not?”

  His fingers slid lower. Into the curls at the top of her mound. “Because I was seconds away from torching the next one who looked at you.” His teeth closed over her earlobe, sending a tremor straight down her spine. “And had I known you were naked under that fucking skirt, every single one who touched you in that courtyard would already be ash.”

  Overbearing, bossy males didn’t do it for her. Not at all. But this one… The possessive, greedy, shameless order she heard in his gruff voice pushed her from I’m ready to take me right fucking now.

  “Oh gods…” She pressed back against his erection.

  “I am your god.” He captured her jaw with his big hand and tipped her head back, until she could see the unabashed lust in his dark eyes locked firmly on her. “The only god you’re allowed to think about or cry out to.” His other hand slid lower, his fingertips just barely grazing her clit. “And you are all mine, female. Only mine now.”

  He pressed a bruising kiss to her lips, his demanding tongue invading her mouth until she groaned. But the second his hand dipped lower, the instant his thumb moved over her clit and he pressed one long, thick finger deep inside her aching core, she was lost.

  Tingles erupted in her sex. Pleasure streaked down her spine. She rocked against his hand, the marking in her hip sizzling against her skin. “Yes, yes… Oh fuck, yes…”

  Just before the orgasm claimed her, he pulled his hand free, then whipped her around and shoved her back against the door once more.

  She gasped. Grunted in protest as her eyes flew open. Then his lips captured hers, and his tongue dipped into her mouth. She moaned long and deep and reached for him, growing hot all over again.

  He tasted like sin. Like salvation. Like heaven and hell and everything in between. Grasping his shirt as he claimed her mouth, she pushed it up his muscular chest, pulled back from his kiss, then yanked it over his head.

  The dark fabric fell to the floor. Breathing hard, her gaze drifted over his toned shoulders, his chiseled pecs and rippling abs.

  The cuts and scrapes from that satyr fight had already healed, were nothing but thin white lines now that would soon disappear. But they weren’t what caught her attention. No, her gaze was locked on the ink branding his skin. On the serpent tattoo wrapped around his right shoulder and arm. On the scorpion on his left biceps. On the edges of the conjoined alpha and omega marking on his hip barely peeking out from beneath the waistband of his pants.

  Her hand drifted to the exposed lines of that marking, heat singeing her fingertips at the first touch. He growled and lowered his mouth to hers once more. And as she kissed him back, the matching marking in her own hip flared hot and bright, searing her skin with the need to feel his bare flesh against hers. Anywhere. Everywhere.

  “Zagreus…” She tipped her head the other direction and kissed him deeper. “I want you.”

  He flicked the barbell through her left nipple. Shards of electricity shot to her sex, making her groan into his mouth. His other hand cupped and squeezed her right breast until she saw stars. Until she was seconds from begging him to take her.

  “These are so fucking sexy.” He broke the kiss, then lowered his head and ran his tongue around her pierced nipple.

  “Oh…” Dropping one hand to the top of his head, she arched into his mouth and rubbed her sex against his erection. “More.”

  “I’ve been dying to get my mouth on these ever since I saw them in the tower.”

  Just knowing he’d seen her naked in that tower made her blood white-hot and that need roar even stronger.

  He moved to her other nipple, teased and taunted the hard tip until she thought she’d go mad, then drew her deep into his mouth and suckled.

  Her whole body trembled. She loved what he was doing but wanted more. Needed everything. She reached for the waistband of his pants, desperate to get them off. To strip him naked so she could feel every part of him against her. He moved out of her reach before she could get more than the top button undone.

  Her eyes flew open. A protest formed on her lips. But it never left her throat because he dropped to his knees and pushed her legs apart.

  “I need to taste you.” His tongue swept across her clit.

  “Oh my god…” Her head fell back against the door. She braced one hand on the molding and the other against the handle to hold herself upright, then rocked against his sinful tongue, lapping and tormenting her tender flesh. “Yes, there…”

  “Mm.” He hummed against her, working her over with his tongue. “This is mine, mono mia. Only mine.” One thick finger pressed deep inside her, drawing another groan from her throat. “Say it’s mine.”

  “It’s yours.” She tightened around his thrusting finger, rubbed against his mouth. An orgasm she knew would wreck her spiraled in faster than light, hotter than anything she’d ever experienced. “Oh, yes, right there. Don’t stop. I’m about to come…”

  He jerked back just before the pleasure claimed her.

  Gasping, she opened her eyes and searched for him through blurry vision, confused—frustrated—about why he kept stopping. About why he wasn’t touching her right fucking now, godsdammit.

  He stood mere inches away, his muscular chest rising and fallings with his own rapid breaths, his features flushed, his lips wet and swollen from her sex. But it was his eyes that captivated her and wouldn’t let go. His dark, sinful, wicked eyes glinting with hunger and sin. A sin she sensed could corrupt her. A sin she knew would complete her.

  “I say when you come, mono mia. Only me.”

  Every bit of passion and need she’d been fighting, not just the last few days but her whole damn life, swelled inside. Shoving her hands against his chest, she pushed hard, sending him crashing into the bookshelf across the room.

  Books tumbled to the floor. Shock widened his eyes. But she didn’t let either stop her. She advanced on him, wrapped her hand around his nape, and pulled his mouth back to hers, kissing him hard.

  Her teeth sank into his bottom lip. She tasted his blood—hot, electric, absolutely delicious. He jerked back and stared down at her with wild eyes while she licked her lips, savoring his life force. With a grin, she said, “I warned you I bite.”

  He swiped his thumb across his lip, then looked down at the redness on his skin and back to her. “You want to play rough
, princess?”

  Eyes locked on his, she reached for his hand, drew it to her mouth, and closed her lips around his thumb, using her tongue to lick off every delectable droplet before sucking hard and releasing. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

  He growled, then moved so fast she barely saw him. One second, he was staring mesmerized at her lips. The next, he was on top of her. All around her. Everywhere.

  The room spun. Her back crashed into shelves. Books went flying. He closed his mouth over hers, kissing her hard, claiming her with a frenzied passion that overwhelmed her.

  She scrambled to hold on to his shoulders, to keep from falling while he shoved his way between her legs. Kissed him back just as frantically as he was kissing her while he released her with one arm and fumbled with his pants.

  “Hurry,” she mumbled against his lips, hooking her legs around his bare hips, drawing him closer, desperate to feel him deep inside. “Ah, god, hurry.”

  His bare cock brushed the sensitive flesh between her legs, making her shiver. Then he drove into her so hard, she gasped.

  He was big—so much thicker than she remembered from last night, especially at this angle and trapped against the shelves—and the shock of that first thrust made her eyes water. Gripping his shoulders for support, she held on as her body stretched around him, thankful when he shifted his hands to her ass to help hold her up.

  “Mm, mono mia.” His hot breath tickled her lips. “You are so tight. Was that rough enough?”

  She shook her head, blinking back the wetness, her body already urging her to move. “Not even close.” She slid her hand around his nape and pulled his mouth back to hers. “I want more. Don’t hold back. Take me. Hard.”

  Her lips met his. He growled once more and opened to her kiss. Then he drew back, letting his cock drag along her sensitive walls, and shoved in deep, making her gasp all over again.

  “Oh fuck, yes,” she groaned into his mouth.

  His tongue swept over hers. He eased away then plunged back in. Electricity gathered in her core, growing stronger with every pass.