by Setta Jay
She raked her nails over his shoulders and back. He was so hot, burning up. His muscles twitched under her hands as he half groaned, half growled, and the vibration sent tingles over her skin, pulling her further into the haze.
His lips moved to her jaw. “Tilt your neck back.” He demanded. She gasped as one of his big hands tunneled into her hair. A slight tug angled her neck and the small bite of pain made her pussy throb. His lips trailed over the sensitive skin. She was panting, barely able to breathe as his teeth tugged on her sensitive lobe and his warm breath at her ear left her whimpering for more. His thumb gently caressed the pulse point at her neck and traced down her shoulder, leaving gooseflesh in its wake as it moved further down to the side of her aching, swollen breast. She couldn’t breathe, lost in what he was doing to her. She felt his muscles quaking under her hands as his tongue and teeth tormented her. His hot palm plumped her breast and one thumb slid over her tight nipple, wringing a strangled cry from her lips.
“You taste so fucking good.” He growled.
Desperation crowded inside her mind, along with panic and anger. It was strong enough to pull her from the seductive fog she’d gotten lost in. She yanked at the back of his hair to look at him. Between panting breaths she watched the war going on in his overly bright eyes. What the hell was wrong with her? She needed to stop this. She was no one’s doormat, and she could see how he was trying to fight through the lust. She also saw something else. More than the pain and regret she’d felt before. Longing. The frenzy was fucking with them both. If she did nothing, he would fuck her right up against the wall. Her pussy tightened, dying for him to do just that. She closed her eyes, desperately trying to find the anger. It was the only weapon she had to fight through the haze.
“You don’t get to be a dick and then think I’ll let you fuck me.” The words didn’t come out nearly as strong as she’d hoped, more a panting whisper.
He dipped a finger under her bikini bottoms, and she bit her cheek to stop the moan that welled up. He brought his finger to her lips. “Don’t lie to me. The fact that your legs are wrapped around me and your pussy is soaking through my pants tells me you’d love it if I fucked you right here, right now. You want to ride my dick as I pin you against this wall.”
She flicked her tongue out and tasted her own desire. It was a compulsion she regretted succumbing to when his eyes flashed with heat and she felt his arms shaking with tension. “Yes, but you still haven’t earned that… or me. I’m not lining up to be another hole for you.”
She heard his heart beating against her chest, it matched hers. He frowned. His cock pulsed between them, and she bit her cheek again, nearly drawing blood that time. She wouldn’t have him claiming her, and then leaving to look for a way out of the mating after she’d put herself out there. “Put. Me. Down. Now.” She infused steel into her words. “You don’t get it both ways. You don’t get to treat me like some mercenary bitch without knowing a thing about me, and you definitely don’t get to hate-fuck me.”
He set her down, but she saw his tendons tightening as if he were fighting himself. He probably was. She slid from between him and the wall, feeling slightly sick to her stomach. Her instincts were urging her to claim him, but at the moment she needed to get the hell away. Running was not in her nature, but this time it was her only option. They were both too far gone to talk. If she stayed another second he’d slam that big, hot cock inside her and she would beg for more. If she let that happen, she would hate herself as much as he obviously did.
As much as it went against the grain, she had to go. He needed to figure out his own issues. She slid out of the first door she could find and walked on wobbly legs around the back garden toward the wing that held her room. She still felt his lips on her neck, his warm breath against her ear and her pussy ached with need.
She inhaled deeply, hoping to replace his scent with the fresh mountain air. It was futile, she’d never get the scent and taste of him from her lungs and lips. At least she’d gotten confirmation that he planned to fight the mating, she thought grimly. She really didn’t know how she felt about any of it. She was angry, and the rejection stung even harder than before. She hated that her mind conjured up bits of tenderness from the experience. He was an asshole and had been toying with her. If she didn’t know what had happened to him, she might hate him now for making her feel so damn weak and cheap for rubbing all over him.
She shook her head. Sirena said fighting it wasn’t possible, so where did that leave her? She hated that he turned everything around when they spoke.
It ate at her that he hadn’t explained why he’d touched her. Some instinct? Something to indicate that he wanted a mate, even subconsciously. One of the others could easily have taken her out of the enemy compound. Why him?
She closed her eyes. Too many emotions had washed between them and she was confused by the whole damn experience. She was left feeling sick and achy all at once. All she knew for certain was that she needed to get to her room and gain some relief for her tormented body. Talking to Alyssa while soaking wet was not happening; she purposely avoided that side of the manor. She hoped her friend would go home when she never came back through the courtyard.
She walked as fast as she could, finally slipping inside the door to the sitting room near her suite. She let out a deep breath and thanked the Creators that no one was in there to scent her. It was awkward as hell living in a place with so many Immortal staff members. She made it to her room and immediately went to the shower. She needed to get his scent off of her skin. It was only making matters worse. She turned on the water and slipped out of her cover-up and bikini and sat on the edge of the tub; it was cold against her skin. She quickly turned the nozzles and listened to the water. The room itself was cool, and it started to take some of the heat from her body. An orgasm or three might take the edge off.
No doubt Dorian was getting his own relief from some human female. She frowned at how much that pissed her off. It had to be the whole mate thing. He’d started them on a road of torture, and she couldn’t do a damn thing about it. She wanted to knock him over the head, just to see if sand came out.
She touched her lips, tasting him there along with her own heated arousal. Her traitorous pussy ached for his touch. She fully intended to get control of the situation. She just needed to go through her options. She had friends she knew would help her. She planned to raise her chin and overcome whatever she needed to. She had a few more questions for Sirena, and she needed to get the hell out of the manor for a while.
Chapter 5
Dorian’s Island, Earth Realm
What the fuck was wrong with him? He’d been pissed and frustrated that she’d tracked him down. No doubt Sirena fucking helped her. Dorian couldn’t believe how close he’d been to claiming her against that wall. She’d looked fucking sexy as shit in that tiny bikini. It had infuriated him when he’d seen her standing there with barely any clothes on. He felt like she was trapping him.
Her sea-colored eyes flashed with anger while her body wept for him. She smelled like nothing he’d ever known. His dick hurt like a bitch, so much worse than before. He refused to fall further into her thrall, but if she hadn’t stopped him, he would have. It would have been so easy to slide the tiny bikini aside and slip inside her hot wet cunt. He groaned in pain.
He shook his head at how fucked up the situation was. What had he been thinking? When she hadn’t yielded to his angry kiss, he’d been caught off guard. He’d never come across a female that hadn’t eagerly participated in anything he’d given them. Instead of breaking it off, he’d wanted to seduce her, coax more liquid from her pussy. He’d wanted her to want him as much as he wanted her. Tempering his strength, he’d sampled her sweet lips. His beast had whimpered like a damn pussy as he’d allowed himself a taste of her. A taste of what he could never have. Ambrosia. His muscles ached from holding back his strength when he’s pinned her to the wall.
The desire to seduce was completely foreign to him a
nd it had totally backfired. He’d tormented himself right along with her. The feel of her small, soft hands and sharp nails on his arms and back had nearly made him lose all control. It wasn’t like she’d stroked his damn cock. He stifled a fucking snarl at how big a pussy that made him.
It all happened because he’d wanted her to crave him, suffer with him. Shit, he was a prick. He knew the frenzy would make him out of control, but had every confidence that he could overcome it. When she hadn’t been as affected, it was like a slap to the face, and it shouldn’t have been. He wasn’t going to keep her. She was better off hating him, and he’d done a damn good job of making that happen before she’d left him standing in that hall, fighting the urge to go after her, to do things to her that would make her whimper and beg for more.
He wanted so much more than what he’d taken. He barely held back the compulsion to find her and rip the small slip of clothe from her smooth skin and suck on those beautiful tits as he buried his fingers in her slick pussy. She would be tight. He could tell she wasn’t that experienced and his beast fucking loved it, but that knowledge had nearly killed him when he was touching her. He’d never been forced to hold back so much in his entire fucking life.
He knew taking her would only cement them deeper into the mating, and if she hadn’t walked away, he would have claimed her there. He fucking wanted that more that he wanted to breathe. The raw need to make her his was what stopped him from following her. He couldn’t have her.
He ran his fingers through his hair, hoping that Uri would come through with some answers.
Sirena was angry, but she was still trying to find something to dampen the symptoms. More for Rain than him, she’d made that very clear. His sister was not happy that he continued to resist claiming his mate. Sirena had come to him a couple of days ago. She’d tried to guilt him into claiming Rain. He knew his sister, though, and was aware of just how ruthless she could be; no tactic was off limits when it came to getting mates for the Immortals.
After seeing Rain, he knew Sirena had lied to him. The female was more than fine without him. She wasn’t suffering. She smelled fucking incredible and was aroused, but she’d had no trouble walking away from him. It actually made him feel better and worse all at once. He wanted her like a fucking fiend. He’d wanted to hear her keen as she came all over his tongue, his dick. He’d make her beg for it.
His body jolted as if he’d been shocked. What the fuck was going on with his beast? Electricity wasn’t one of his abilities, and he didn’t know what the fuck it meant, other than his beast was turning against him.
He dove into the crystal-clear waves, his body changing as he slid into the soothing liquid. He felt the transformation in his bones and enjoyed the rush that relieved some of the biting pain. His teeth grew sharp, his body got longer, muscle thickening. His tail wasn’t like the others of his race, not shiny and iridescent. His was a sleek steel grey dotted with a line of spikes up the back. He shot through the water, all other sea life giving him a wide berth. They knew he was a predator that could rip them apart if they dared venture into his territory. He cut through the water, moving first around the island and then down, diving deep to the dark tunnels below. He needed to refuel his energies, and this was his private space. He tunneled through until it opened into a big cavern that glowed with rock in blues and green. A shallow ledge spanned twenty feet, where he could lay with his back in the water and look up to the ceiling above. He retracted the fin spikes and lay there in partial shift, soaking in the world’s energies, fuel all Immortals needed as much as humans needed food. He imagined her body. His female. He shook his head. No, not his. Never his. He could never trust a female even if he allowed himself the thought of happiness. He knew he would find a way out of it, but regret was starting to bite at him. He was beyond thinking clearly.
He closed his eyes and stroked a hand over his hard cock through the silky-smooth second skin. It wasn’t enough to pull it free, he needed to spread his legs and tug at it hard, so he changed back to human form. It had become more and more difficult to come as of late. Like his body was storing it for his mate. He frowned. Immortals needed release to keep at optimum levels. Jacking off wasn’t the best or most effective, but it helped a little. Or used to…
Visions of her filled his mind. Her eyes flashing in anger, or glazed in pleasure as he held her small body tight to his, and then slowly the images changed. It was as if he was seeing through her eyes. She was in a tub, looking down through the heavy swells of her tits. His lids shot open. Fuck, he was seeing through her eyes. What they’d done, his tasting her lips, had obviously tied them closer. His chest rose and fell and his heart pounded at the implications. If he’d taken her, it would have been stronger yet.
He closed his eyes again, seeing so easily through her; why wasn’t he hearing her thoughts? His brothers had heard their mate’s thoughts. He didn’t like that somehow it was different for him. Had the little mortal shielded from him? Not if he was seeing through her eyes. He’d made sure to protect his own mind from her in the hallway. He shook his head and closed his eyes again. She was lying in a white tub, her smooth legs bent, and he watched as water caressed her heavy breasts. The way the spray moved wasn’t natural. His eyes shot open, and he cursed. Water was her element. All mortal Mageia had an element, and hers fit him perfectly; it wasn’t always the case in Mageia-Immortal pairings. The water moved in a hard stream now, beating against her flushed breasts. Her small hands lifted and caressed the heavy mounds as the spray focused on both nipples at once before moving and sliding over her skin like a lover’s hand. Her body moved and slid inside the space, causing his dick to pulse in his hand.
He could show her just what that water was capable of doing to her. Shit, he needed to stop thoughts like that. He closed his eyes again and saw more. Fuck, this was a sick invasion, but he couldn’t stop himself. He couldn’t have her in real life, so he would steal this small pleasure.
He saw goose bumps blanketing her tanned skin, and they were covered with sweet drops of liquid he wanted to lick off. He saw faint lines from where she’d obviously tanned in a very tiny bikini, and he wanted to rub his face all over that small triangle between her thighs. Her smooth flesh was shaved or waxed so that he could see every inch of her mound but not further from her perspective. He pumped his dick, feeling like he might blow the roof from the cavern when he finally came. His cock throbbed, and he ached to come.
She firmed the water to a pulsing spray that pounded over her mound and lower, the water moving, tracking as her hips shimmied. Her slick body writhed in pleasure. His breathing was ragged, and sweat was beading on his chest. He could almost feel her heat through the bond. It was faint, but enough that his beast sent sparks of pleasure to his cock. Thank fuck for that. She tilted her hips up, and he caught sight of a small sparkle. He groaned so loud it echoed through the cavern.
His breathing was erratic when she moved the spray. It looked like she was pushing back and forth from her clit to her opening. Was she imagining him as she masturbated? Did she wish the water was his mouth gliding over her wet flesh? He shook off those thoughts. It didn’t matter. His balls were pulling tight, and the fact that he was watching her get off made him the biggest of tools, yet it didn’t stop him. Nothing could. He was too mesmerized by what he was seeing.
She slowly moved the water over her thighs and stomach, teasing herself. He knew her sweet little pussy had to be aching like his dick, yet she still hadn’t taken her orgasm. He pumped harder and swirled his thumb over the pre-come that was seeping from the tip of his cock. She tilted her hips, giving him another view of that sweet little piercing that made his dick pulse. He couldn’t take his eyes from that tiny sparkle at the top of her clit, and he knew there would be another one lower. Damn, he wanted to see it, lick it. Son of a bitch, the thought of putting his mouth and teeth over that piercing made him ache. He knew how she smelled now, ached to have that scent all over him and down his throat. At the manor it had taken e
verything in him not to lick her liquid from his finger after painting it over her lips. Fuck.
The taste of her lips and mouth had him salivating. Her sweet come would set him on fire, might even fuel him more than the energies coming from inside his cavern.
He had to snap the fuck out of this. Imagining was fine. Watching and fantasizing while he stroked his dick to the sight of her, like some pathetic Peeping Tom, wouldn’t forge them closer. She wouldn’t even know he was there unless he spoke through their link. He wanted to. He wanted to order her to give him more, show him more. He wanted her to find a mirror and position it between her spread thighs. He’d tell her to use her fingers or a fake cock, watching it slip in and out coated in her slick honey. Why wasn’t she using her fingers? Fuck, she was tormenting him, teasing them both, though she didn’t know it.
She teased the water over her breasts again, then back down. If he were there, he’d fill her pussy with the water she liked to play with. He could get it so much deeper, rushing inside her channel and sliding it back out to cascade over her ass. His muscles shook as he watched. He needed to stop the madness, but couldn’t, not until he saw her come.
She’d said he hadn’t earned the right to her, and she was right. He hadn’t earned it, and he had no intention of trying. She was sexy as hell and had spirit. He knew there was more just under the surface, but he wouldn’t ever know what that was. He didn’t deserve to know.
