“Why not? He’s damn fine,” I reply, “and I paid a lot of money to have him here tonight.”
“He won’t be so fine when I kill him,” I hear him growl under me just as he opens the bedroom door and walks in, kicking it closed again. “The only man you are going to think about is me.” He throws me on the bed and instantly follows as he stretches out on top of me. His lips crash down onto mine, and he kisses me until I forget about everything but the man above me.
CERIC 11
The anger coursing through me at having my woman looking at another man encompasses me. All I want to do is obliterate him. She will know by the time I’m finished with her never to look at any other man again. He’s lucky he didn’t touch her, because if he had, he wouldn’t have taken his next breath.
Pressing my body down on hers, I take her lips in a blistering kiss. It starts off as a lesson, but soon, the passion between us is burning up my resolve. Her soft curves against the steel of my body fills me with such want that the kiss turns carnal.
Lifting a little, I place my hand on her neckline and pull, tearing the damn T-shirt that has been plaguing me the whole night. Her voluptuous breasts contained in this tiny piece of material the whole night was giving me palpitations, worrying me that they would jump out any minute and be on display for every fucker to see.
Her eyes are dazed as she looks up at me, her lips swollen and a deep red from my attention. Looking back down at her breasts now staring up at me encased in a black lacy bra that allows me to see her plump nipples engorged for my taking, I groan. Fuck, my woman is a goddess. She’s the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.
Lowering my head again, I kiss her delicate neck, nuzzling, biting, and kissing until she’s mewling in want. I make my way down her body until I’m kissing around her bra. I pull the cups down with my fingers, never breaking my worshiping of her body. As soon as her nipples jump out to greet me, my mouth is on them, biting gently and then pulling with my teeth until she groans in ecstasy.
Fuck, my cock is so hard, it’s suffocating in my jeans. If she continues to rotate her body against mine like that, I won’t make it out of my jeans. “You are so fucking beautiful,” I observe in admiration, my hand stroking her breast.
“Ceric,” she groans as her hands come up to hold my head closer to her body. I can hear her panting, her breath laboured. I stroke my fingers once more over her wanton nipple, pinching it lightly before I let go and move my hand down over her heat. As I press my hand flat against her pussy, she murmurs in pleasure.
“Yes, please, Ceric,” she gasps as I stroke her over her jeans.
“What do you want, Hellcat,” I murmur around her sweet nipple. When she doesn’t answer, I press the palm of my hand tight against her heat and rub harder. Her hips rise, and she gasps. “The words, Hellcat.”
“You . . . I want you.” At her words, I move onto my knees and quickly divest her of all her clothes. When she’s lying naked before me, I stop, taking in the perfection that is my hellcat.
“I’m at a disadvantage here. Shouldn’t you be getting naked too?” she quips, but I can see the vulnerability in her eyes. I like that about her—she’s tough around people, but I get to see the vulnerability that she always tries to hide with her sharp tongue. When she’s more comfortable with me, I’m going to insist that she tell me what has made her so wary.
Standing up from the bed, I divest myself from my clothes as quickly as possible. As I stand before her, I see her eyes widen as she looks over me. I smirk, knowing that women love what they see when they look at me.
My skin is tanned, showing off my muscular frame, the tattoos on my arms and chest drawing Nova’s eyes to their intricate pattern. Her eyes lower to my six pack, and I see her lips part as she breathes in deeply, and then she reaches my cock. If her eyes were wide before, they are huge now. I nearly grin at her gasp; my dick is standing fully erect against my abs. I know that I’m well-endowed and it may take a few minutes for her body to adjust to my girth, but I will make it good for her. When I see her tongue sneak out to lick her lips, I can’t hold back anymore.
Approaching her again, I take hold of her calves and pull her towards me. When her ass is flush with the end of the mattress, I lean down at the edge of the bed. I kiss the inside of her calf as I place her leg on my shoulder, and then I move to the other and do the same. When she’s just as I want her, I lower my head and feather a kiss over her pussy. She groans as I open her up with my fingers, and then my mouth is on her, licking her essence that is so addictive, I don’t think I will ever want to stop.
Her fingers entwine in my hair, and she pulls me closer to her body. Her hips rise as I suckle her clit, her breath catching when I place a finger at her entrance, moving it gently in a circle as I continue worshiping her clit.
“Oh . . . Oh yes,” she gasps as I slowly enter her body with my finger, pumping gently. She is so tight around my finger that my cock is twitching in anticipation. I insert another finger, pumping them gently, my thumb stroking her clit as I continue to suckle. Finally, I insert a third finger and feel her gasp at the fullness she feels.
I have to lower my other hand and squeeze my cock at the base until I feel it calm. I have never been so close to blowing my load without even entering a woman as I am now with my hellcat. I feel the weight of my balls as they burn with anticipation. My cock weeps in readiness, the head so engorged that her pussy will have to stretch to accommodate it.
Sucking a little harder on her clit, I move my fingers a little so I’m stroking her G-spot as I pump harder into her. I feel her inner muscles start to tightly clamp down on my fingers, her gasps loud. Lifting my head, I look at her face. Her head is thrown back, and her eyes are closed, her nipples erect with ecstasy.
“Ceric . . . oh, oh,” she gasps as tremors race through her body. Her inner walls are clasping my fingers so tightly that my eyes nearly cross in anticipation of having her pussy milking me as it is my fingers.
I slow my movements, letting her catch her breath. When she is lying sated before me, I lift from my kneeling position and lift her hips as I place my cock at her entrance. “Open your eyes, Hellcat.” At my command, her eyes crack open slightly, her look still dazed from her orgasm. “Look at me when I make you mine,” I order as I move my engorged head over her swollen wet lips.
Her eyes lock with mine at my words; she’s finally allowing me to slowly push into her body. We both groan when the head slips in tightly. My breath catches at the sensation of her body accepting mine. Slowly, I start to pump. Each time I move forward, her body takes more of my cock into her. She is so tight around me that it’s almost painful.
“You are so big,” she gasps when I finally plunge to the hilt, stopping to let her adjust to my size and for me to try to regain control. All I want is to take her hard and fast, but that will come. I will not take her like that our first time.
After what feels like an eternity, I feel her start to relax. I withdraw a little and then plunge back in, each time withdrawing a bit more until only the head is in, and then I plunge. I control my movements to make sure I don’t hurt her. I stretch my hand and fondle her nipple as I plunge.
“Oh God, yes,” she groans. “Harder.” She gasps as I plunge. Fuck, I’m trying to contain a measure of control, but at her words, I snap. Taking hold of her hips with both hands, I start to pump into her the way I have wanted since I first saw her. We are both groaning in ecstasy as I pump into her harder and faster than I should, but I can’t stop. My cock is so hard, it will snap if I don’t find release soon.
I move my hand between her legs and start to stroke her clit as I plunge; I feel her start to tighten around me in readiness. As soon as I feel the first tremor and her inner walls start to convulse around me, I bring my wrist to my lips and tear at it with my teeth. “I join us forever and always. Where one goes, the other shall follow. I will hold you above everyone and everything else. I will protect you until my last breath. My body, soul, and mind are f
orever yours, and yours is mine.” Fuck, when I place my wrist over her mouth and see my blood trickle into her mouth and coat her lips, I can’t hold back anymore.
Lowering my head, I bite her just above her magnificent breast. My movements are irregular as I taste the sweetness of her blood on my tongue. I lose complete control, pumping into her, her muscles milking my cock with such passion that I explode, coating her ovaries with my essence.
Her orgasm prolongs as our bond grows. Pulling back from her breast, I see a bruise forming from where I took her blood. My mark on her body fills me with such possessiveness that I don’t think I will ever be able to let her out of my sight.
Even though I came, I am still rock hard, but I need to give my hellcat time to adjust. Therefore, I slowly pull out of her, feeling her tense as I slip out. I get off the bed and move towards the bathroom to wet a towel to clean her up.
When I return, her eyes are open and she is scowling. Sitting next to her, I place the towel between her legs, cleaning gently. “What’s wrong?” I ask gently, as I can feel the tenseness in her body.
“Why do I taste blood, and why do my lips have blood on them?” Her usually raspy voice is now shrill with uncertainty. Looking up at her, I see she looks confused.
“I gave you my blood and I took some of yours,” I say as I stroke the place above her breast that now has a bruise. “It is part of the bonding.” Suddenly, she is scrambling up in bed until she is sitting up against the headboard, her hand rubbing at her mouth, and then she pulls out her tongue and starts to rub at it too. “What are you doing?”
“Ugh, that’s gross,” she groans as she continues to scrub. “I am not into freaky blood drinking. Nope, no blood drinking.” Her face pales as she adamantly shakes her head. It looks like the thought of having my blood in her mouth really disturbs her.
Taking hold of her chin, I lift her head until her eyes are locked with mine. “You don’t like it?” I ask. Her eyes darken at my question.
“Like it? Who the hell likes having someone else’s blood in their mouth? Agh.”
At her reply, I tense. “That is a major part of our bond; every month, we will have to share blood to keep you healthy and safe. There’s no other option.”
“Nope, that is not happening. The sex might be out of this world, but I’m not going to become a mosquito, sucking blood,” she states angrily. Moving away from my hand, she tries to stand, but I take hold of her arms, pulling her down against the mattress as I lean over her.
“Listen to me,” I say, but she struggles, trying to get up. “Nova, fuck, listen to me.” My patience is coming to an end. I don’t care if she likes it or not; there is no way I will let her be placed in danger because she is squeamish. She stills at my words, but her eyes are seething in anger.
“There is no other way; we have to share blood once a month. I will not allow you to be in danger because you don’t like the idea of it,” I state.
“Idea of it?” she shrieks. “It’s not normal, that’s what it is. I wasn’t made to take blood. Soft drinks, alcohol, water, yes. Blood, no.” Then she starts to struggle again. Taking both her hands in one of mine, I hold them above her head. Her sweet breasts are on display, the nipples a rosy pink, but instead of taking one into my mouth, I place my lips over hers, kissing her into submission. Damn woman doesn’t know what’s good for her.
After a few more minutes of struggling, she finally gives in and kisses me back, her lips sweet as I devour them. My leg is over her hips, keeping her still, as my hard cock is cradled against her hip. Suddenly, she tenses and then starts to push me away, moving her head to the side away from my lips.
“Ow, get off me. Ow, damn, it’s burning,” she squeals. I move my leg away from her hips at her agitated state and loosen her arms. Instantly, she is sitting up in bed, rubbing at her lower back with both her hands.
“Let me see,” I order as she starts to move towards the edge of the bed to get up. Taking her hands away, I see the imprint of my birth sign appearing on her lower back. Fuck, she is really going to get pissed at this. Placing my hand over the area, I concentrate on helping my mate. I hate the thought of her being in pain. “The pain will go away soon; just sit still and let me help you.”
“How do you know it will go away soon? And what is wrong with me? It’s because of your blood, isn’t it?” she whispers as her eyes squeeze shut in pain. In a way, it is because of my blood, but I’m not going to tell her that, or she will definitely throw a tantrum about taking my blood.
A few minutes later, I feel her start to relax. I lift my hand a little, and my chest fills with pride when I see a replica of the mark I have going down my left arm on her lower back. There will be no mistaking that she’s my mate. “Is it feeling better now?” I ask quietly.
She nods reluctantly. “What was it?” Her eyes are a pool of confusion. I stroke her cheek tenderly, trying to decide how to tell her.
“When Elementals mate, our woman will transform slightly. With time, you will see that your gift will be more pronounced, greater. You won’t age like normal humans. I’m four hundred and thirty-one years old, and I don’t look older than thirty.” When I mention my age, her eyes grow as big as saucers. Her eyes travel the expanse of my chest and then lower to my cock that is still standing erect.
“Well, damn,” she whispers. I nearly chuckle at her look of surprise.
“There are also other things that you need to know, though, about being bonded to an Elemental.” I stop stroking her cheek, and my fingers move into her hair and begin massaging her scalp. I can see her eyes close in pleasure. “I will be able to tell where you are at all times, as your energy is now linked to mine.”
Her eyes pop open, and she frowns at me. “Does that mean I will know where you are too?” Oh boy, here comes trouble. Shaking my head, I can see her start to glare at me. Before she can start complaining, I continue.
“Being my mate, you will also have my mark on you, the same as the one on my left arm. See here?” I turn slightly, showing her my arm.
“You must be nuts if you think I’m going to have a tattoo done,” she argues as she starts to push at my arm, trying to take it away from her hair.
“Stop it. You are going to hurt yourself,” I grumble. “Besides, there is no use getting upset about it. My mark is already on you, Hellcat. The pain you were feeling was my mark appearing on you.”
“What!” At my words, she tears her head away from me, wincing as she jumps up and runs towards the mirror. Turning slightly, she stares at her lower back that shows the same intricate pattern that I have. Her face flushes with anger as her hand moves back and strokes lightly over the skin. Turning towards me, she glares. “So tell me,” she declares quietly, but the fury radiating from her is telling me a different story from her soft tone, “I am sooo lucky and get myself a tattoo, which I did not want. You get to track me with your freaky senses while you go about without me knowing where you are. And I get pumped with disgusting blood, without my consent, I might add.” Her voice is rising at each word, and my cock is hardening even more at the magnificence of her fury, her naked body straining with her rage.
“What, might I ask, do I get?” she asks. “I don’t see any new tattoos on you, or does my name appear magically on your dick?”
“Hellcat . . .” I start, but she interrupts me.
“Don’t Hellcat me. I may have to wear your damn tattoo, but you better make sure that you get a tattoo, too, that pertains to me if you don’t want to wake up one morning with my brand on your forehead. Also, if you think you are going to keep track of my every move, you better think again.” Her breathing is ragged with her anger. “And regarding the blood, there is no way in hell I am ever going to have more blood.” With that, she stomps her little foot and then turns her perfect ass to me and marches into the bathroom, banging the door behind her.
Fuck, how the hell am I going to get her to take blood? Because come hell or high water, she will have to continue to drink from
me.
NOVA 12
After our argument more than a week ago, I locked myself in the bathroom, deciding to take a shower and try to calm down at his audacity, but I was only under the water for about ten minutes when I felt Ceric’s hands around my waist, pulling me back against his muscular body.
“I’m sorry, Hellcat,” he whispered against my neck. “I should have explained all this to you before, but you drive me crazy.” With those words, he proceeded to make love to me again. Since that day, we haven’t mentioned the sharing of blood again, or him being able to tell where I am at all times.
I know I overreacted a bit, but he took me by surprise. Not that I will react differently if he has to mention me taking his blood again. The thought of it just makes me nauseous. How can anyone even think to drink another’s blood? I shudder at the thought.
“You’re quiet today. What’s going on?” Aria asks as she sits next to me at the kitchen table. Looking over at her, I see a genuine smile on her face. I wonder if she also takes Brandr’s blood, and if she does, how does she do it?
“Do you drink blood?” At my question, her face flushes with colour. Damn, I didn’t mean to make her feel awkward.
“Well, I didn’t expect that one.” Her hand strokes her bulging stomach. “Yes, I do. If you are one of their mates, it’s the only way,” she confesses. “Are you having difficulty drinking Ceric’s blood?”
“I wouldn’t call it difficulty. It’s more like revulsion,” I confess. “I can’t drink anyone’s blood; just the thought of it makes me nauseous. How do you do it?”
“I never thought about it. It just happened. One day, I woke up and he had already given me his blood. It doesn’t repulse me. If anything, it actually tastes sweet.” Leaning closer, she continues. “He usually shares blood with me when we make love. To be honest, I’m too preoccupied with my orgasm to think about blood trickling down my throat.” Just then, Jasmine and Gabriela walk in, laughing at Orion’s smudged face.
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