Golden's Rule

by Billi Jean

  Suddenly she was pinned under a heaving, aroused, huge male, all muscle, and golden skin. His black hair fell across his forehead, his grey eyes flashed silver, and she could feel the ragged cadence of his breath against her cheek.

  “Torque?”

  She shivered and arched for more when the head of his erection poised burning hot and heavy against her sensitive core. A quiver of anticipation trembled through her but she didn’t move, not yet, not now when above her Torque had frozen. One of his biceps flexed beside her face and she watched a shiver race along his taunt skin.

  “Gods, I love you. So much. Never leave me. Say it,” he ordered. He lowered his head closer to hers, nudged her with his rough jaw. The bristles of his goatee added their own spice to the caldron he’d brewed. This male loved her with an intensity that made her heart ache at times.

  “I won’t ever leave you. I love you.”

  He groaned, an agonised, broken sound, along her throat before giving her stinging, wet kisses against her neck and shoulders. If possible, her temperature soared higher. She needed him, now, now. But he needed to say something in return, didn’t he?

  “Did you want to say something to me?”

  “Mmmm, say something?” he asked giving her a soft shove with his dick. The huge head of it pressed in before sliding out again. She shuddered in anticipation. Maybe they could talk later.

  “More.”

  “Ah, more? Like this?” He nudged in further and withdrew, the friction so good, she moaned. His dick was so velvety hard. She wanted him. Had earned her rewards, she wanted him now. Inside her.

  “Yes…yes…now.”

  “No…no…not yet.” He had the nerve to mimic her? He also had the sense to grab her hands before she could retaliate. “Ah-ah, my love.”

  His eyes lightened and he smiled down at her, his strong handsome face only inches from hers. “I want you as my only”—he pressed deeper—“only female, to love.” He kissed her and flexed his body, pulling out from her until only the head of his erection remained inside. “Ah-ah, not yet. Don’t come yet,” he whispered, and stilled until her building orgasm slowed down. “Treasure, cherish, adore, shop with,” he teased, sliding back in and this time, spreading her with a firmer shove. They both groaned at the feel. Torque tightened his hands and rested his dark head on hers, blowing out a breath that she breathed in. “I want you as my bonded female,” he said, pressing slowly deeper, “now,” he murmured. “Forever and always.” Satisfied, he raised his head to stare down at her with bright, silver grey eyes. His black hair shone in the light and his face was tense with need, but also, with something much more. Love.

  “Now, Beauty, share your breath with me.”

  She signed against his lips and he breathed it in, giving her his sweet exhale in return. “With this breath, with this body,” he nudged deeper, sliding in easier this time she noticed with a thrill, “with this heart.” He pressed a hand between them, over her heart and she did the same to him. “I freely bind myself to you for all time.” With his last word, she repeated the same vow and suddenly he cried out, his big body jerking above and inside her, scaring her.

  Before she could panic, she too was shuddering as she felt part of herself leave only to have him enter. It was his soul, golden and glowing, filling her with his warmth. Sensations seeped into her pores. His warmth, his strength, his courage, his core of goodness and under it all his guilt and fear a soft discord in his lovely spirit, all of it filling her in places she’d never known were empty but now felt satisfied and full. Complete. Whole.

  Without thought, she used her own feelings to surround him, as if she were giving him a spiritual hug with her aura. He shuddered again, his big, muscled body trembled and he called her name softly, his breath on her neck as he held her, arms around her shoulders, one big hand cupping the back of her head as he pressed his head to her neck.

  “Beauty, I will love you for all my existence.”

  As if his words set something off in them both, she felt his body easing into her less painfully, for secretly there was always pain when they made love, he was too big for there not to be. But suddenly it eased. In its place was a wonderful, thick heavy weight that filled her completely, stretching, yes, but wonderfully, deep and oh…

  “Torque!” she cried his name as he sank completely inside her with a long low groan, his hips rested against her, the odd weight at her bottom was his…testicles! “You are…you are…”

  He groaned again, a tortured, pleasure-filled sound he made right before he exploded. “Yes. I feel it, Beauty. I’m coming…now…Beauty, so good.” With that, his seed shot out like a thrust as he grunted and called her name. His huge body shuddered so hard she trembled with him. He rocked his powerful hips between her thighs, though, driving her insane as he hit places deep inside her body that sent her spinning out of control.

  Minutes, hours, hell, maybe days later she heard him whisper her name and forced her heavy lids open to see him staring down at her.

  “Beauty, I…” He blinked rapidly, looking as confused as she felt. They both sucked in a breath when he slipped his still-hard erection from her. His penis hung down between them still thick and long, but not like before. Still luscious, but not to the point of being beyond a mere immortal. Compared to before he was simply mouth-watering, not slightly frightening. “I… I’m back to—”

  “You’re still huge,” she whispered against his bristled jaw and reached down to cup his new size possessively. Her fingers still couldn’t circle him, but oh my, his wet, warm flesh made her shiver. She scooted down and began to trailing kisses lower. She swore he stopped breathing. He wanted this badly, she realised with a thrill.

  “Do you know what I want to do, Torque?”

  He made a strangled sound above her. “I have a damn good idea.”

  “Yeah?” she breathed against the round head of his cock.

  “Ah, hell, Beauty.” His legs shifted until she fit nicely between his thighs. His steel-hard flesh bobbed and twitched with his hectic gasps and she’d not even started.

  “Mmm, I want to suck on you like a popsicle, Torque.”

  “Oh fuck.”

  He inhaled deeply and closed his eyes with a grimace when she explored his new size. His cock was so hot and silky smooth, swelling and growing darker as she continued to tease him. Not that she could help it. There was something so bad about teasing him, good bad, but still thrilling. He loved it, which, of course, made it even better. His eyes were open again when she looked back up. The silver of his eyes swirled darker, so full of love they appeared to reflect her flushed face in their shiny depths.

  She shivered at the promise in his eyes. “But…did you know? That your curse would be broken?”

  “Shit no. If I had…” He lifted his hips playfully and thrust into her hands again, making her laugh. “I would not have let you out of this bed so easily.”

  “You had no choice. I had to make you earn back your bennies.” She didn’t let him respond, but eyes on his face, she sucked the rounded knob of his hard cock in her mouth.

  His head fell back with a groan that lasted for as long as she played with the head. He tasted so good, she savoured every inch she could.

  “Oh, Gods.” His eyes flashed silver. “Jesus, you fit me. Show me, show me anything you want, just don’t stop.”

  Not letting him say more, she took as much of him as she could deep as possible, more than ready to show her man his rewards.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Beauty woke suddenly. She had to blink several times to recall where she was, and with who. When she did, she breathed Torque in. He lay curled against her where he’d pulled her close, practically covering her with his bigger, warmer body. She felt him sigh softly against her hair before he shifted his thigh between hers.

  “Why do you always wake so abruptly?”

  He really knew how to sweet-talk a girl. That grouchy voice was too cute. Instead of answering, she stretched and turned in his
arms to meet his grey eyes. He was sleep-tousled, his hair mashed on one side, and his goatee was thick and needed to be trimmed and defined from the rest of his stubble-covered jaw. She loved him. The feeling rose up and spilled over. Her fear last night slowly ebbed in its wake.

  “I don’t wake up abruptly.”

  He yawned and turned into her. His hard erection pressed into her thigh. Well, that certainly woke a girl up abruptly.

  “Ah, sweet, I love you. Now, let’s go back to sleep, eh? You need more rest so you can use that wicked tongue to torture me again.”

  She twisted so she could see him better and had to hide a smile at his grumpy, still sleepy face. His eyes weren’t even open. “Wicked tongue? Ha. You do the same to me. It’s only fair I can as well. Besides…” She smiled up at him, kissing her way to his warm mouth. “I might get addicted to your taste. Now wake up or you might put an eye out with that thing, wild man.”

  He cracked an eye at the word thing. “Thing? I don’t think that’s a very nice way to speak of my dick. Do you?”

  The beast had her flat on her back, him on top before she could move. “Torque!”

  Two seconds of protest and she curled her arms around his bulk. Warm skin, rough with patches of hair brushed against her, tickling her in all the right ways. She loved his weight, so warm and manly.

  “Didn’t you know you make me wild?” he asked, kissing her lips once before moving down to press hot, wet kisses on her neck. When she didn’t answer, he nipped her skin and growled. She swatted his back, but he simply pressed her down harder. When she grabbed his hard biceps, he hummed against her skin. Happiness flowed from him, a steady stream of translucent light.

  “Torque!”

  Of course, he ignored her and moved lower, brushing his rough jaw against her skin as he went down. The roughness felt like he was starting a fire. So quickly, he made her burn.

  “Crazy, wild, mad”—he paused, meeting her eyes, his dark with passion—“for you.” Testing the weight of her breast in his palm, he leaned over and as she watched, he slowly licked the swollen nipple. She moaned at how erotic he looked. He used his tongue to rasp against the hardening pink nub. Shards of pleasure trembled down her body, making her rub her aching pussy against his firm, hard abdomen.

  He bit down and squeezed her flesh in his rough palm, good, but not nearly enough.

  “Stop teasing—” She broke off with a moan of ecstasy when he took the tortured point into his hot mouth and suckled her deeply.

  It felt so incredible she wanted him to take her while he did that, sucking hard enough on her to let her know he was there. Maybe bite her a little, too. It was insane how he could make her come just from lavishing attention to her breasts. He circled his tongue around her areola, raising her temperature by several degrees. Surely, he was killing her with this.

  When she tried to move, he held her down easily. One big hand spanned her stomach while he took his time teasing her with luscious strokes followed by sucking on her so hard she nearly climaxed. Amazing. She couldn’t bear it, but wanted more, didn’t want him to stop, but wanted him to, the dichotomy so tangled up she tossed her head, biting her lip to keep from saying the wrong thing. Just to be sure, she dug her nails into his arms to keep him in place. A soft moan broke free when he continued with his delicious assault. As if reading her plea for more he bit down on the hardened point. She nearly wept it felt so exquisite.

  Glorious. She hugged his head to her chest and rocked her core against his thick thigh. A humming noise drifted up from him as he headed south. She’d laugh, but she knew if she did, he’d stop. Instead, she gulped down a breath in anticipation, as his fingers teased over her aching clit but didn’t linger to tease an orgasm from her ready body.

  “Torque.”

  Another hum sounded, but the big jerk ignored her. He built the pleasure higher and she really did want to savour every second, but his scent and hard, hot body on top of his wicked mouth made her frantic for the orgasm she knew he could give. It didn’t matter though, because she knew she wasn’t going to make it much longer before she fell apart. When he touched her again, she had to squeeze her thighs around his hand as tiny bursts of pleasure erupted under her skin. It was so good she held her breath.

  Torque must have agreed. The vibration of his groan made her tense her body, ready to spin out of control. She nearly screamed when he lifted his head from kissing her thigh. She was close, so close. If he would just touch her once more…

  “Ah, ah, Beauty. Let me go, sweetheart, so I can give you what you need.”

  Yes! Her legs fell open like he’d pushed a button. But instead of giving her relief he lingered over her, not giving her the firm strokes that would send her spiralling. Didn’t matter, she savoured the moment. He felt so good this way. There was no rush, no urgency, just tender touches, and warm loving thoughts.

  She could die a happy woman with Torque waking her up this way. He was so relaxed, she felt herself glowing in response to him. Her orgasm hovered but instead of trying to force it, she settled under him, wanting this to last forever.

  He’d been worried when he had returned last night, but she’d simply pulled him close and hugged him, falling back asleep in his arms. He did make her happy. She wanted to make him feel the same, not worried over her hurt feelings, her doubts.

  As if sensing her thoughts, he paused from licking her and glanced up, his mouth still at her pussy. He looked like a sexy devil between her thighs. She was close to orgasm again from simply seeing him there, his hot breath tingling along her sensitive core. He was so handsome he made her flush with arousal just looking at him. It was reassuring to know he felt the same way.

  The man was reassuring on so many lovely levels. Grinning up at her, he lingered another soft caress over her wet clit, teasing her, she knew, but also building her excitement to the point of breaking. By the devilish look in his eyes, he knew it, too.

  Their bond had been growing, deepening to the point she could almost hear him in her thoughts. A thought came to her and she mentally visualised running a finger up his spine. His shoulders shivered and he gasped, his grey eyes darkening with lust.

  “I feel that.”

  “I wanted you to,” she purred back at him, tilting her head and trying another tactic below the belt that had him grinding down into her thigh and moaning. She sent him a golden glow, trying to give the impression of a whole-body hug.

  “Sweetheart…this is…shit, don’t stop now…this is going to be…we need rules for this…” he managed, then attacked her, his huge body suddenly pressing against every inch of hers. Her focus broke as all of that silky hot skin slid up hers until he straddled her. His now fully erect penis jutted out thick and big, but manageable, between the rounded mounds of her breasts as he pinned her arms to the bed and leaned over her. His six-pack of muscles clenched, bulging impressively while his erection dripped a bead of moisture. She lifted her head the slight distance it needed and licked along the rosy crest.

  “Ah, that feels so good,” he groaned the word ‘good’ in a husky, pleasure-filled voice.

  “Rules are so not fun,” she said but then sucked in a breath as she suddenly felt what amounted to his erection filling her core. “Rules, yes…oh!”

  “Like that, do you?”

  There wasn’t a chance she could speak. Inside her body, he rubbed spots she never knew she had. She was going to orgasm. He sat on top of her, watching, stroking his hot erection between the tight space he’d created by cupping her breasts tightly. The visual was hot. The feeling of him hunched over her, fucking her breasts while he filled her with mental thrusts of his thick cock blew her mind. His balls tickled her skin where they rubbed along with the hard column of his erection with each lunge of his hips. She licked the tip each time it came close and squeezed her thighs together at the musky taste of him. The heat of his muscled legs caged her in and his expression tightened with ecstasy until she couldn’t catch her breath.

  “Torqu
e!”

  He moaned, long and needy as he spilt pre-cum along the curves he was fucking. The scent drove her wild.

  “So good, sweet, come for me, feel me.”

  He shoved his mental dick and his real one harder, frantically reaching for his climax with a single-mindedness that she couldn’t handle. She imploded.

  The waves grew bigger and the pleasure blossomed higher until he moved down her, shoving inside her with hard, urgent drives. She climaxed harder, his grunts and thrusts making her wild. She surfaced to him caressing her face, his breath on her lips and his erect flesh still buried deep, quivering from his own release as another shudder shook his big body. The hot gush hit her womb and tingled her already sensitive flesh with a mini-orgasm.

  * * * *

  Beauty had to admit Torque had earned enough brownie points that if they fought for a year, he’d still be golden. She was tingly, slightly sore in all the right places, and so sated she could barely move when he nudged her to roll over with a soft growl in her ear.

  “What?” Opening an eye was more trouble than it was worth, but she did it. Torque hovered inches from her face, smiling at her, all sexy hot. He did rumpled real good. His hair was all over the place from her hands tugging at it to urge him to just the right spot with that lovely tongue. Little red love bites and pink little scratches marred his golden shoulders, chest and much lower, she knew. But man, was he smiling.

  He’d not really stopped all day. Not since the bonding. For a big, fierce, immortal male, she loved how he could turn gentle and teasing male. And he belonged all to her. Just looking at all that hot, silky skin had her shivering. Knowing she could do whatever she wanted to him? It sent her in a spin every time.

  “Come on, sweet. Wake up. I want to give you a massage.”

  “What?”

  He waved the massaging oil she’d made him that morning in his hand, a grin on his handsome face.

  “But I made that for you.” He opened his mouth but she took the jar and smiled up at him when he automatically shifted his gaze to her breasts. Her male did seem to love her curves.