He pressed against her opening, lowering his face to the mattress to give her better access to his throat.
Kaspyn attempted to relax as the head of his sex stretched her painfully.
“Good girl,” he rumbled, gently flexing his hips.
Thrasher’s blood entering her bloodstream while his engorged sex entered her body brought tears of elation to Kaspyn’s eyes. “I love you too, Thrasher,” she mentally sent through their connection. “My warrior, my mate.”
A tortured sound left his lips. He eased his head back, forcing her fangs to leave his neck, covered her mouth with his, and thrust.
Kaspyn cried out from the pain of Thrasher’s entry, her hands gripping the posts they were tied to.
Thrasher broke off the kiss, his huge shaft buried deep within her body. He reached up and removed the cloth from her eyes.
Holding perfectly still, he softly admitted, “I’m sorry, baby. It had to happen. It won’t hurt like that again.” He laid his forehead against hers. “I’ll never hurt you again.”
The pain of his entry had been sharp and quick, catching Kaspyn off guard. But the pain was slowly receding.
Thrasher kissed her forehead before rising up onto his knees. He slipped his palms beneath her hips, slid forward, and rested her lower body onto his open thighs.
“You better hold on.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Thrasher stared down at Kaspyn’s amazing body splayed out before him. She belonged to him now. She had mated with him and he would never let her go.
The sight of her beautiful woman’s center, stretched around his engorged sex, had to be the most erotic sight imaginable. She was perfection in its finest form; smooth, wet, and soft.
Holding onto her thighs, Thrasher pulled out of her a few inches before easing back inside.
Soft, sexy sounds came from her throat as he continued to gently thrust into her depths.
He could feel her muscles beginning to relax around him, making penetration less difficult.
Her small raised flesh glistened before him, begging to be sucked, caressed, and touched.
Thrasher thrust again, his thumb moving up to tease the swollen area, all the while his hips continuing their slow, sensual slide.
Kaspyn’s breathing grew uneven, and her eyes glazed over with unbridled passion. She wrapped her fingers around the cloth that bound them and moaned Thrasher’s name.
Now she was ready. Now he could take her.
Dropping forward onto his hands, Thrasher tightened his thighs, lifting Kaspyn’s hips higher off the bed.
He drove downward, rolling his own hips to drag the top of his shaft across her raised bundle of nerves.
Kaspyn’s eyes rolled back in her head and her lips parted with a hoarse cry.
Repeating the motion, Thrasher stared down at her beautiful face, watching as an orgasm built inside her.
He could feel her tightening around his driving sex, milking him as she crested beneath him.
“Thrasher!” she cried, severing what little hold he’d had on his control.
His hips thrust forward, harder, faster as he drove into her again and again.
The room dimmed around him and nothing could be seen but her sweat glistened face.
She suddenly screamed, her body bowing and nearly unseating him.
The orgasm he’d tried so hard to hold back gripped his body in an earth-shattering climax he was powerless to resist. His seed exploded from him with a force that wrenched a shout from his throat.
His body continued to jerk with every pulse of the release still gripping him in its clutches. His elbows buckled and he pushed into Kaspyn’s depths one last time. “God, Kaspyn, I love you…”
* * * *
Thrasher lay on his side, staring at Kaspyn’s profile. He’d just experienced heaven in her arms.
A tear slipped unbidden down her cheek.
“Kaspyn?” Thrasher breathed, his heart squeezing at the sight of her tears. Had he hurt her more than he thought?
He cupped her chin, giving it a gentle tug, prompting her to face him. “I’m sorry, baby. Did I hurt you?”
She shook her head. “No. My tears are from the happiness I feel inside my heart. I never dreamed that I would love another this much.”
“I feel the same,” Thrasher admitted. “What are we going to do now, stay here in Cuba?”
A small indention formed between her eyes. “Why would you want to remain in Cuba?”
“You’re not worried about your people condemning you? Because I couldn’t handle something like that, Kaspyn. Not when it comes to you.”
She reached up and caressed his face. “I can take care of myself, Thrasher. You need not fight my battles for me.”
“We’re mated now,” Thrasher asserted. “You belong to me, and I take care of what’s mine.”
Kaspyn smiled. “I rather like your possessive nature, my mate. But it truly is not necessary. I am not afraid of my people.”
Thrasher leaned in and brushed a soft kiss across her lips.
“I would like to be penetrated once more,” Kaspyn innocently announced, reaching down to grasp his fully erect shaft.
Thrasher wondered if it would always be this way with her. He covered her hand with his, carefully removing it from his sex. “It’s too soon.”
At her disappointed look, he amended, “But oral sex is always on the table. Never forget that.” And with that, he slid down her body and opened her thighs.
Chapter Thirty
Kaspyn stepped onto the porch of her bungalow feeling refreshed and thoroughly loved. She’d been tucked away inside her dwelling for days without emerging, simply basking in the love she and Thrasher made, and marveling at how quickly he’d healed.
Thrasher stepped out behind her. “They’re readying the yacht to sail out tonight. I’ll miss this place.”
“Me too,” Kaspyn replied, watching the waves crash along the shore. “It will always remind me of you and the love we shared in this bungalow.”
He stepped up and wrapped his arms around her from behind, his mouth resting next to her ear. “We have the rest of our lives to make love, this was only the beginning.”
Klause rounded the corner just then, Naura and Tony by his side.
Tony spoke first. “It’s about time ya’ll came out of there. I was about to send Naura in after you.”
Naura grinned. “Do not listen to him. He kept me hidden away for at least a week before we returned to the halls of Aukrabah.”
“I did not need nor did I want to know that,” Klause declared, shaking his head. He shifted his gaze to Thrasher. “Are you feeling well enough to travel?”
Kaspyn felt Thrasher’s nod. “I feel great. I’ll be ready to go when it’s time to set sail.”
“Oz will be returning to Aukrabah with us. Word has reached him that President Mendoza grows suspicious of his knowledge of the Bracadytes. Oz feels that it would benefit he and Maria to go below for a while.”
Kaspyn rested her hands on the bungalow’s porch railing. “What of his hotel? And the spy he had in his midst?”
“The spy has been dealt with. As for the hotel, he might never rebuild. Oz claims that he is interested in building cabins and bungalows on the Choctawhatchee Bay in Freeport. President Pratt has promised his protection if Oz decides to take up residence in the states.”
Kaspyn considered that for a moment. “How was he able to locate the spy?”
“Zaureth,” Klause, Tony, and Naura all chorused at once.
Kaspyn chuckled. “Ah yes, the great mind bender.”
“You are a very powerful mind bender yourself,” Klause praised, sending Kaspyn a smile. “We would be honored to have you stay in Aukrabah.”
Thrasher let go of her and moved to stand by her side. “Kaspyn and I are mated now. She will be staying.”
Klause nodded, bowed slightly, and turned to go. “I will see you on the yacht.”
“You’re riding back with us?�
� Thrasher called out.
The king glanced back over his shoulder. “I am getting up in age. I think I would prefer to sail home as appose to swimming.” He grinned and disappeared through the shrubs.
“I forgot to ask him,” Thrasher thoughtfully murmured, “how he knew to show up when he did.”
Naura took hold of Tony’s hand. “My mate informed me of what had happened. He pleaded with me to ask my father for help to rescue you. Though he need not have. Klause would have come regardless.”
Kaspyn could feel Thrasher’s emotions as if they were her own. The surprise and gratitude he felt at Naura’s words seeped into her to settle in her heart. They cared for him. They had become his family, which made them hers as well.
“And what of the rest?” Kaspyn inquired. “Will they be joining us on the yacht?”
Tony shook his head. “Just Brant, Naura, Oz, Maria, and Carmen.”
That surprised Kaspyn. “Carmen will be coming with us to Aukrabah?”
“Oz feels responsible for her,” Tony replied. “He took her in a few years back and gave her a home. From what I understand, she had a pretty hairy past.”
Kaspyn recalled what she’d seen in the tiny human’s memories. “That, she did.”
* * * *
The trip back to Aukrabah was a smooth one. Though most of the Bracadytes had preferred to swim, Zyen remained on the yacht. Kaspyn had noticed the Arkadian warrior watching the tiny human, Carmen, when he thought no one was looking.
Kaspyn approached Zyen where he stood on the deck, staring out over the water. “I will not be returning to Arkadia with you and the others.”
Zyen stiffened but didn’t argue. “I assumed that you would not. Your father will not be happy.”
“I am aware. But I am mated now, and I must remain by my mate’s side. It is the Bracadyte way.”
“You love him.” It wasn’t a question and she knew it.
She simply nodded.
Zyen glanced over at her. “I never would have imagined you mating with a land walker, before our arrival in Aukrabah. You held quite a lot of hate in your heart for them…as did I.”
“Does it trouble you that I have given my heart to a human?”
Zyen stared out over the water, his hands gripping the railing in front of him. He didn’t answer for long moments. “Had you asked me that same question a fortnight ago, I would have answered yes. But, no, it troubles me not. I have come to see that the land walkers are not much different from us. They feel, they love, they laugh, and they have families.”
Kaspyn had to admit to being more than a little surprised by Zyen’s response. “You can stay in Aukrabah, Zyen. I am certain that Klause—”
“No,” he interrupted, a muscle tightening along his jaw. “I cannot stay. My place is in Arkadia. It is the only home I have ever known.”
Kaspyn touched him on the arm and turned to leave. “Change is not always a bad thing, Zyen of Arkadia. I wish you well.”
Chapter Thirty-One
Thrasher walked alongside Brant on his way to the training room. They had been back in Aukrabah for over a week, and Thrasher not only felt good as new, he felt stronger than ever before. Abbie had drawn blood from him to test in the lab. If what she figured to be true, giving a human a Bracadyte’s blood would not only prolong their lives, but also aid in their ability to heal. “It looks like your sister has become pretty close with Syrina.”
“I hadn’t noticed,” Brant responded in a casual voice. A little too casual.
Slicing his gaze toward Henagar’s profile, Thrasher tried again. “I heard that she’s considering staying in Aukrabah when the Arkadian’s return home.”
The slightest change in body language told Thrasher all he needed to know. Brant was curious about Syrina. To what level his curiosity ran Thrasher wasn’t sure. He decided to let it go.
“What about you? How’s married life?”
A vision of Kaspyn’s beautiful face floated through his mind. “Better than I ever thought it would be.”
Brant shot him a grin. “I got ten bucks that says she can kick your ass.”
“That’s a wager I would never take,” Thrasher laughed. “She probably could.”
Gryke, Hauke, Rykaur, and Braum were in the training room throwing each other around like footballs.
Thrasher peeled off his shirt and Ray-Bans, laid them on a bench along the wall, and sauntered to the center of the room. “Which one of you ladies wanna give it a go?”
Hauke broke away from Braum, a humorous light burning in his eyes. “Perhaps you need to warm up first now that you are chicken bitten.”
Thrasher couldn’t contain his laugh. “I believe the phrase you’re looking for is hen pecked. And you should know. I hear your mate flat irons your hair in the lab.”
Hauke’s lips twitched. “At least I have hair.”
“I have hair, “Thrasher shot back. “I just prefer it to be short, a little less girly, you understand.”
Braum snatched up a towel, and began drying his face. “What is a flat iron?”
“I do not know.” Hauke circled around, attempting to get behind Thrasher. “Perhaps when I am finished tanning Thrasher’s skin, I will find out.”
“Hide,” Thrasher corrected, easing his body around to keep an eye on Hauke. “Tan his hide. You guys will never get the slang down. I’d stop trying if I were you.”
Hauke spun around, dropped low and kicked Thrasher’s feet out from under him.
At Thrasher’s surprised look, Hauke chuckled. “I have been practicing.”
More than a little impressed by Hauke’s speed, Thrasher sprang to his feet, rolled his shoulders and narrowed his eyes. “That’s great, but I’m about to kick your ass.”
Laughter rang out from the room’s occupants as Thrasher lunged at Hauke. Though he was the son of their king, Hauke was their equal in the training room; in any room, really. He’d become a brother to Thrasher, they all had. And Thrasher would give his life for any of them, just as they would give their lives for him. They’d proven that time and time again.
* * * *
Thrasher left the bathhouse, his ribs bruised and sore. Hauke had given him one hell of a workout. Not to mention Rykaur and Braum.
Brant wasn’t in much better shape. He wrapped a towel around his waist and followed Thrasher back into the hall. “I’m almost finished with the ten apartments closest to the lab. They will all have electricity. Would you like one?”
“Why not give them to some of the Bracadytes?”
Brant shrugged. “Because they’ve lived their entire lives without electricity. I doubt they miss what they don’t know.”
“But some of their mates know.”
“Yes,” Brant agreed. “Which is why Hauke, Vaulcron, Braum, Rykaur, Tony, and Gryke were offered the first five.”
Thrasher hesitated. Although it would benefit Tony and him both to have electricity, where they could keep up with what was going on topside, he felt guilty about taking one.
“If it makes you feel any better,” Brant began, “I’ll mention it to Klause and get his opinion on it.”
Nodding, Thrasher clapped Brant on the shoulder. “I appreciate that, man.”
“No problem.” Brant turned and entered his apartment.
Thrasher trailed off down the hall, feeling Kaspyn’s presence long before he stepped into his foyer.
“Close the curtain,” she ordered, her naked form splayed out in his king size bed.
And just like that, Thrasher became erect.
He yanked the curtain into place, dropped the towel wrapped around his waist, and sauntered toward the bed.
“I would like to have more of the tongue sex,” Kaspyn demanded in a sultry voice.
God, he loved her straightforwardness. He placed a knee on the foot of the bed and crawled up to settle between her shapely thighs. She smelled so good; like woman and…Kaspyn.
Chapter Thirty-Two
If there was one thing Kaspyn could t
hank the humans for, it would be their knowledge of tongue sex. Thrasher had so much talent in his tongue that it normally left Kaspyn in a state of euphoria she never wanted to come back from.
His mouth closed over her most sensitive place, drawing a moan of pleasure from her throat. He licked and sucked on her to fulfillment until she could take no more.
She lay in a slumberous state of aftershocks, loving the glow in his eyes as he crawled up her body. “Do females perform tongue sex on their males also?”
Thrasher paused before entering her. “Yes, but you don’t have to do it. I’m happy with being inside you.”
“You like it, no?”
“I do.”
Rolling out from under him, Kaspyn coaxed him to his back and knelt between his legs. She took his erection in her hand. “I would like for you to show me how to pleasure you with my tongue.”
His shaft jerked in reaction to her words. “It’s basically the same concept as what I do to you. You know how you’re sensitive in a certain place?”
At her nod, he continued. “A man is sensitive here.” He reached down and ran his finger beneath the head of his manhood.”
Kaspyn was pretty sure she grasped the concept. She leaned down, enclosed the mushroom shaped tip in her mouth, applied suction and rolled her tongue underneath.
Thrasher hissed, his hips bucking beneath her. “Jesus! Just like that.”
He wrapped his hand around hers and guided her fist up and down his shaft, showing her without words what he liked.
Kaspyn felt powerful in that moment, knowing she pleasured him in the same sense that he’d pleasured her.
It didn’t take her long to know exactly how to take her mate to the edge.
He suddenly cupped her face in his hands; hands, she noticed, that shook slightly. “Stop. I won’t last like this.”
Kaspyn continued her newfound torture, increasing her speed until Thrasher’s thighs tightened and hot jets of his seed expelled into her mouth.
Still Kaspyn didn’t stop. She loved the taste of him, the feel of him losing control, his body a mindless heap of tremors beneath her.
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