by I. T. Lucas
“Possible, yes. Likely, no.” He put his other hand on top of hers. “On the way home, I had a sort of epiphany. When I left here this morning, I was full of fears. I was afraid that without the potion, I was going to hurt you. I was afraid of losing my powers and leaving my people unprotected. I was afraid of becoming just a regular, nothing-special Guardian. Those were all logical fears, but I was also afraid of not losing my powers. Because if I didn’t, then all those centuries of abstinence were for naught, and I would have felt like a moron for not testing it sooner.”
She hadn’t thought that Yamanu might fear not losing his powers, but what he’d said made sense.
“So, what was your epiphany?”
“That you were worth the wait. Because even if my sacrifice hasn’t been needed to fuel my powers, it has earned me the Fates’ favor. Meaning you. And if back then, they had offered me a bargain, six and a half centuries of abstinence in exchange for a truelove mate, I would have taken it with or without the added bonus of gaining godlike powers.”
Wow, and wow again. Yamanu would have been willing to do that for her? For love?
Mey was speechless.
Except, his epiphany had nothing to do with her fears.
He smiled. “I see that you are confused. What I was trying to explain was that the Fates brought you to me for a reason, and it wasn’t to crush me. I’m a believer, Mey, and I believe that you are my reward, and therefore, there is no way that you are not a descendant of the gods.”
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Mey still looked unsure, and it seemed like nothing he could say to her would ease her fears.
“I’m touched by your conviction.” She put her other hand on top of his, completing the stack. “But in my experience, not all good deeds are rewarded. In fact, they rarely are.”
Apparently, despite her words of love, Mey hadn’t internalized yet that she was his, and that they were meant to be. The sooner he induced her transition, the better, and Yamanu was of a mind to start right away.
Suddenly, it didn’t matter that his plate was still mostly full and that dinner wasn’t nearly done. The urge that he’d been forcing down for the past hour had slipped from its anchor and shot to the surface, unceremoniously ending the polite courtship stage.
They’d drunk wine, they’d eaten a few bites, it would have to do.
“You are not going to shake my belief.” He pulled his hands back. “So, don’t even try. You are mine.”
Given the acceleration in Mey’s heartbeat, she must have sensed the change in his mood.
Reaching for a napkin, Yamanu wiped his mouth and then took another long sip from the wine, mainly to clean his palate in anticipation of the ambrosia he was about to taste.
“Where are you going?” Mey asked when he pushed to his feet.
“To worship my queen.” He walked over to her chair and turned it around, so its back was to the table, and then he knelt in front of her.
Her red wrap dress was perfect for what he had in mind, and the moment he put his hands on her knees, Mey knew precisely what it was and parted her thighs, letting the dress fall to the sides and expose her legs.
“Beautiful.” He applied a little pressure, urging her to part a little wider.
She did, but then glanced at the light fixture hanging over the table, and then back at him, letting him know that she was uncomfortable with getting intimate in the full light.
“You realize that it doesn’t matter to me whether the light is on or off. I will still see all your treasures just as clearly.” His palm traveled up her inner thigh. “This is all mine.”
Mey blushed. “I keep forgetting your super senses.”
He inhaled deeply, the scent of her arousal making him dizzy with want.
She chuckled. “And that too. It’s so embarrassing that you can smell me.”
“Why? It’s the best scent in the world to me. I’ve just gotten lightheaded because all the blood in my body rushed into my groin.”
He was teasing to help her relax, but he was exaggerating only a little.
She tried to bring her knees back together. “Then maybe we should go to the bedroom. I don’t want you to wait any longer.”
He put his hands back on her knees, parting them, and then tugged at the same time, bringing her bottom to the edge of the chair. “I want this, and not only because I need to prepare you.”
Mey nodded. “This is your night, Yamanu. We will do things exactly how you want them.”
It was Mey’s night too, but he knew that she was going to enjoy submitting to his will, and if believing that she was doing it for him helped her make peace with that, so be it.
Eventually, she would grow confident enough in his love to admit that she enjoyed letting go. It was a game as ancient as time, and even though he hadn’t partaken in centuries, it seemed that not much had changed in that regard.
Lowering his head, he kissed the soft skin of her inner thigh, working his way up with small nips and kisses until his mouth hovered over her panty-covered treasures.
The panties were red like her dress and soaked through.
“So lovely.” He tugged on the two strings holding them up and lowered them down Mey’s shapely legs, kissing and sucking her skin on the way down and then once again on the way up.
By the time he reached her wet folds, Mey was panting and shivering with need, and he was very aware that his fangs were at their full length, and he needed to be careful not to nick her.
Using just the tip of his tongue, he parted her lips with soft strokes, his eyes rolling back in his head from the taste of her.
Her hands gripping the seat, Mey arched against him, silently begging for more.
Soon, he was going to give in, but not yet. The longer he managed to prolong the foreplay, the stronger her climax would be.
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Mey
This night was supposed to be Yamanu’s, but instead of the ravishing Mey had expected, she was the one getting pleasured again.
And teased mercilessly.
She needed that talented tongue of his not on her folds, but on the throbbing center of her desire that Yamanu was making sure to avoid while licking and kissing everywhere else.
If not for her promise to let him do as he pleased, she would have screamed in frustration or pulled on his long hair. Instead, she was gripping the chair and biting her lower lip while writhing under his ministrations.
“Yes!” When he finally flattened his tongue on that most sensitive spot, Mey nearly shot up from the chair.
His grip on her thighs never wavered, holding her down as he went for more. She was going to have bruises in the shape of his fingers, but right now she couldn’t feel anything other than the pulsating of blood in her feminine center.
Her cry must have snapped his restraint, and suddenly she was under attack. With his tongue flicking over her clit harder and faster, the simmering heat turned into an inferno, bringing her to the crest. She was already hovering over the edge, ready to tip over and start her free fall, when he pushed two fingers inside her and closed his lips over that pulsating little bud.
Instead of falling, Mey shot up, the climax exploding from her with a loud cry.
Kissing her gently, Yamanu waited for the shivers to subside before lifting her off the chair and carrying her to the bedroom.
Finally.
With her panties already gone, removing the dress and bra took Yamanu no more than a split second, and then she was lying on the bed, her body quaking in anticipation as she watched him whip his shirt over his head.
She’d seen his bare torso before, but she would never get tired of looking at it. Yamanu was magnificent, so beautifully made that he didn’t look real. A talented sculptor could not have done a better job.
When he didn’t continue the reveal and climbed in bed with his pants on, Mey stifled a protest, the words remaining lodged in her throat.
He caressed her, his palm sliding gently over her trembl
ing stomach. “If I take my pants off, it’s going to be over in a minute. I want to savor this.”
Hadn’t he said that he needed zero recuperating time?
Then again, there was only one first time, and she couldn’t fault Yamanu for wanting to make it special.
“You are so beautiful, my lady Mey.” His hand traveled up her ribcage, finding her breast and palming it for a moment before moving to pinch her aching nipple.
His other hand joined the first, teasing her, his pinching and plucking just shy of being painful. He took her right up to the edge again with just that, the orgasm building up inside her so fast that she was sure to erupt if he only kissed her.
He hadn’t kissed her yet. Not tonight. Well, not on her mouth, anyway. Was there a significance in that, or had it been just an oversight?
Lifting his head, Yamanu looked at her with his glowing eyes. “I’m losing you. What were you thinking just now that has upset you?”
“You didn’t kiss me yet.”
“My bad.” He kissed her nipple, adding a slow lazy lick for good measure.
“Not there. Well, there too.”
He kissed her other nipple. “Here?”
If he was teasing her, then the lack of a kiss had indeed been an oversight, and she could play along.
“Yes, but not just there.”
He pushed up and kissed her neck, sucking the skin hard enough to leave a mark. “This is good?”
Mey moaned. “Yes, but keep going.”
He did, kissing and nipping the side of her neck until he reached her earlobe. He nipped a little harder, then licked the little hurt away.
How Yamanu was managing to be so gentle with those huge fangs of his was a mystery. He was very careful with her.
Perhaps that was why the pants stayed on. So he could have better control.
When he finally reached her lips, it was the closest Mey had ever gotten to climaxing from a kiss, and when his hand found her wet center, and he slipped two fingers inside her, fireworks exploded behind her closed eyelids, and she screamed his name into his mouth.
He kept kissing her as she trembled in his arms, saying words of endearment she couldn’t hear because the blood was still roaring in her ears. She heard, however, when he said those precious five words.
“I love you, my Mey.”
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Yamanu
Precious.
Yamanu was never going to forget how Mey looked right now. Her face blissed out, her hair messed up, and her magnificent nude body vibrating softly against his.
By some miracle, he hadn’t erupted in his pants, but he’d gotten pretty damn close. Sheer determination had prevented him from giving up.
When he orgasmed for the first time in centuries, he was going to do it inside his woman, not his pants, and he was going to bite her. The potency of both his seed and his venom should be off the charts, and he wouldn’t be surprised if he induced her transition and got her pregnant at the same time.
That thought managed to chill his fervor.
Hopefully, that wasn’t going to happen because no one knew whether transitioning was dangerous for the embryo.
Damn, he was succumbing to his old sin of vanity again.
There was practically no chance he could get Mey pregnant on the first go. It would take a miracle for an immortal male to be able to do so. Besides, like most young women these days, Mey was probably using some sort of contraceptive.
Letting out a relieved breath, he dipped his head and kissed her lips softly.
Her eyelids fluttered open. “Yamanu,” she whispered and wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing him down for another kiss.
As he let Mey pull him over her, he pushed his pants down, but his boxer shorts snagged on his hard as a rock shaft, eliciting a pained hiss.
Mey let go of his mouth. “What happened?”
Smooth.
Yamanu had forgotten that pants and undershorts hadn’t been a thing when he’d been a randy lad, and he had no practice in removing modern articles of clothing while kissing a lady.
“Nothing.” He shifted to his side, using both hands this time.
There was no direct light in the bedroom, but the door was slightly ajar, and the light from the living room was enough for Mey to get a good look at the flagpole sticking out of his hips.
“Oh, wow, Yamanu. You are really big all over.” Fortunately, she sounded awed, not scared or repulsed. “And obviously, the potion didn’t do any lasting damage.”
It hadn’t even occurred to him that she might have been worried about that. Unlike Mey, he had been acutely aware of how well everything still functioned despite the potion.
As she reached for his shaft, he caught her wrist. “Don’t.” Then added in a softer tone, “Not this time.”
When he wasn’t on the verge of eruption, she could touch him as much as she wanted.
“Okay.” She took his hand instead, pulling him back over her. “I’d rather feel you in me anyway.” She parted her legs, cradling him between them.
He groaned as the tip of his shaft touched her soft center, twitching to get inside. Yamanu didn’t dare to put his own hand on it to guide it. It would have to find its own way.
Pressing his chest to Mey, he looked into her soft, brown eyes. “I love you.”
She smiled. “I love you too. Now make us one.” Cupping his buttocks, she arched up, and the tip of his shaft slid inside her.
That was the point of no return.
As he surged all the way in, Yamanu’s vision blurred, and he felt as if he was going to pass out. For a long moment, he didn’t move, savoring the feeling.
Awed by it.
They were one, the connection so powerful, so all-encompassing, that he didn’t know where he ended and Mey began. It was about much more than sex, even much more than love, it was about their unbreakable bond.
“You are mine.” He pulled back and surged in again, amazed that he hadn’t orgasmed yet and thankful to the Fates for it.
Every moment of this night was going to be etched forever in his memory, and he wanted as many of those moments as he could possibly collect.
Taking Mey’s hands, he guided them over her head and threaded his fingers through hers. “I’ve waited nearly my entire life for you. And now you are here.”
He pulled out and pushed back, trying to keep it slow and steady but soon losing the fight and going fast and hard.
The climax was building up momentum rapidly, and Yamanu knew that he had mere moments before their first time was going to be over.
As he dipped down and latched his lips to the spot he was going to bite, Mey tilted her head to the side, elongating the smooth column of her neck in the most graceful gesture of surrender.
He had just enough presence of mind to lick that sweet spot before his vision tunneled, and all he could focus on was the seed rushing up his shaft and the venom dripping down his fangs.
With a hiss, he bit down, releasing the venom into Mey’s neck at the same time as his seed geysered into her sheath.
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Rapture.
It was coming.
Even through the intense pounding Yamanu was treating her to, Mey could feel his shaft swelling even thicker inside her.
When she’d seen his size, she’d been taken aback, but she shouldn’t have worried. The freaking Fates had known exactly what they had been doing when they’d matched her and Yamanu.
They were made for each other. This was a perfect harmony of body and spirit and much more powerful than anything Mey had ever experienced.
Even the prospect of getting bitten by Yamanu’s monstrous fangs wasn’t scary. Heck, it was hot, and she couldn’t wait for him to do that.
A split second of pain, and then there would be bliss. That was what Wonder and Callie had told her. According to them, nothing could compare to the post-coital bliss of a venom bite. Protecting Yamanu’s secret, she’d pretended to know what they’d been t
alking about, and had just smiled shyly and nodded.
Bring it on! She was beyond ready.
As Yamanu dipped his head and put his lips on the spot where her neck met her shoulder, Mey knew it was about to happen in the next couple of seconds.
Relax, don’t fight it, just surrender to it. It’s worth it. She turned her head to the side and held her breath.
Damn. It hurt, and instinctively she tried to jerk away. But Yamanu’s hands clamped on her head, immobilizing it just long enough for the cool venom to slither in and deliver everything he had promised and more.
The pain evaporated as if it had never been, and a heatwave of intense arousal washed over her, triggering the mother of all orgasms, and after that at least five of its aunts. As one climax after the other rocked her body, Yamanu kept filling her with his essence through both points of entry. At the rate he was going, there would be nothing left of him once he was done.
This was the last coherent thought Mey had before the heatwave abated, and a euphoric calm spread through her, lifting her into another realm.
Floating, she soared up and up, watching with awe the impossible landscapes she was passing by.
Surreal.
Wondrous.
When she next opened her eyes, it was to gaze into Yamanu’s worried face.
He breathed out. “Thank the merciful Fates. You’ve been out for hours.”
“I was? It felt like minutes.” She smiled and tried lifting her arms to put them around Yamanu’s neck, but they refused to cooperate. “I need help.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I’m still boneless, and I can’t lift my arms. Help me bring them around your neck?”
The creases in his forehead smoothed out, and he did as she asked. “How are you feeling? Was I too rough?”
“Pfft. Not at all. If that was the beast, I have to say that he’s pretty tame.” She managed to pull up a bit and kissed the underside of Yamanu’s jaw. “Thank you. That was out of this world, literally. I soared on a cloud and watched alien landscapes. And if I sound drunk, that’s because I feel like I am.”
