The sounds of their slapping bodies, her whimpering groans, and his grunts of satisfaction filled the room, the beat of their sex echoing in the carved space around them.
Until, finally, her teeth biting the muscled pec of Sparx to halt the primal scream that was burning its way up her throat, Lucy came. She came hard. So hard she saw stars.
Her body locked itself into position, rigid in ecstasy as it clutched at the throbbing dick she was planted on.
It went on and on. The waves of the most epic orgasm she’d ever imagined flowing over her as she melted onto her breathing bed.
“Perfect mate,” Sparx whispered harshly, his breath blowing against the top of her head where he panted. “One moment and we will begin again.”
Lucy giggled as she began to feel the effects of post-amazing-sex euphoria. Raising her head, she was about to suggest they start now, when she saw the mark she’d left.
“I’m so sorry.” Running her fingers gingerly over the bruise, she frowned. “I didn’t know I was biting that hard. Does it hurt?”
“No,” Sparx denied as he caught the hand she was tracing over the wound she’d given him. Pulling it to his mouth, he kissed the tips of her fingers. “In fact, I like the marks you leave upon my body.” He leaned down, close enough for his lips to tickle her ear. “Bite. Scratch. Mark me as your own, Lucy.”
“Ditto,” she groaned, kissing the bruise he’d placed before her mouth again when he’d turned her head.
“I’m glad you agree,” he said, giving her a sneaky grin.
Lucy only had a second to eye him before he flipped them over on the mattress in one smooth move.
“Have you been educated on the mating marks that Djaromir give their mates?”
Lucy swallowed. Hard. She had absolutely no idea what he’d just said. She’d heard the words; they just hadn’t registered at all. Why? Because now, in this new position, she was losing her mind.
Sparx, big and hard on top of her. Filling her, deeper than she thought possible, with a thickness that pushed her limits. It was almost too much before she even touched on what his size did for her in general. The way his large body cocooned her smaller one within its shadow.
It made her feel dainty. Tiny. Feminine. All the things she’d never felt before with a partner.
“What was that?” she asked, watching his lips move but not remembering what was said.
“I think I may need to take care of you once more before we try to talk.” Sparx planted his elbows beside her shoulders and kicked his pants away. His body never once leaving hers.
“More?” Lucy thrust up into his body, hoping to recreate the delicious movement he’d performed taking off his pants.
“More, mate.” Sparx’s promise was delivered with a steady pump of his hips as he posted himself, braced above her.
“Yes,” she hissed, arching up into his chest until her nipples rubbed against the dusting of hair he had spattered there.
“Always more,” he grunted, quickening their fucking to a steady slap of hips.
Lucy turned her head until her mouth was level with one of his large biceps. Kissing the spot, she muttered a brief apology against the skin before biting down. Marking him as he delivered an orgasm even stronger than the last one.
Chapter Twenty-One
“Are you sure you will be warm enough?”
Lucy turned and frowned at the man who’d been driving her a little bit crazy for the past fifteen minutes.
“This is the fourth top I’ve tried on already, Sparx. We were only allowed to bring one bag, and no matter how much I crammed into it, I’m running out of options quick. At this rate, you’re going to see every single piece of clothing I brought and not like any of it.”
“No! I love your clothes,” he said, giving her a guilty look. “Every item you’ve had on has only enhanced your beauty.”
“What?” she asked, completely confused. “Why have you been suggesting I find something else then?”
“That sweater looks so soft all I can think of is touching it.” The reluctant words came out on a grumble as he gestured at her with a wave. “The shirt before this one framed your breasts in a way that made me want to reach out and weigh them in my hands. The one before that was just as arousing with the way it bared your shoulders.” Tipping his head back, he let out an exasperated sigh. “Regardless of how many times I’ve had you, your body calls to mine. I thought maybe there was something you could wear that would not make me so damn hard. As a warlord, I don’t think it’s appropriate to walk around with my cock leading the way.”
Lucy giggled, her eyes dropping to his crotch immediately. There, pushing tight against Sparx’s leather pants, was the solid shape of a semi-hard erection. One that was growing in size the longer she stared at it. Jerking her eyes up, she was relieved to see amusement on his face as well.
“Yeahhhhh,” she drawled, unable to stop smiling. Pointing a finger at his lap, she gave him nod. “That might not be the best idea.”
Sparx snorted and rolled his eyes.
“I’m serious.” Lucy turned around to poke through the bag again, shuffling carefully on her wrapped ankle. “You’re packing some serious heat there. The type of heat that once seen cannot be unseen. Not that any female in her right mind would want to unsee that,” she finished under her breath. Digging deeper into the bag, she grunted when she couldn’t find the item she’d been sure she’d packed. “I don’t want anyone else getting a glimpse of all that goodness. Especially Tabitha. That’s my goodness.”
When Sparx didn’t respond, she turned to find him watching her. A funny look on his face at first, but one that softened the longer he stared at her.
“What?” she asked when he continued to stare at her, his expression unreadable.
He blinked at her for a moment, as if waking up out of a daydream. “I was just thinking about how lucky I am.” Sparx held out his hand, prompting her forward. “I’ve been waiting for you for a long time, mate. When I think of—”
“I know,” Lucy said, immediately sobering at the reminder of how lucky they were to make their way to each other at all. Leaning forward, she dropped a kiss on his forehead, smoothing back the dark curls that seemed to have a mind of their own. “I’m serious though. I’m running out of clothes.”
“Fine,” he grumbled. Pointing at the discarded pile of shirts on the bed, he let out a sigh. “The green one is the one that calls my attention the least when it comes to your breasts, so that should be the safest one for you to wear this evening.”
“Oh, it should be the safest huh?” she teased, whipping off the red sweater and replacing it with the green long-sleeved shirt he suggested. Ignoring the sound of his tortured groan the entire time it took her to make the change.
Which was just a tad longer than normal.
“You’re killing me, mate!” Sparx fell back dramatically on the bed, his arms flopping to the side.
“Oh, stop it,” she laughed, leaning over to smack the hard belly he’d bared.
Moving so fast she was unable to stop the scream of surprise from erupting out of her throat, Sparx grabbed her and pulled her down into his arms. Rolling over until he was poised above her, he ran a hand up her hip.
“I like these,” he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. His fingers teased the waistband of her leggings, tugging on the elastic.
“Thanks,” she replied, narrowing her eyes at his attempt to lure her into bed again. “We’re going to be late.”
“We don’t have to go,” he argued again, his hand leaving her waistband. Stroking her hip, he tried to tempt her some more. “In fact, they’re not even expecting us to show up. We’re newly mated. New mates normally don’t come out of their rooms for days—sometimes weeks—after they first meet. And your ankle needs to rest longer. You’re barely able to walk around.”
“First, you’ve already told me that you’re going to be carrying me the moment we leave here,
so I think it’s safe to say my ankle won’t be a problem. Second, if we stay in here any longer, my vagina is going to break.”
Lucy bit her lip to stop a laugh from escaping at Sparx’s reaction to her words. The way he was frowning, she would have thought she’d run over his dog. And then backed up and ran over it again.
“I’ll—”
“Babe,” Lucy cut him off. Having already been talked back into bed not once, but twice already. “My nether regions have been miffed at me since the third time we let you sweet talk me. Let’s just say that whatever action she saw before we met you was infrequent and not nearly as noteworthy.”
Sparx growled above her, dropping his hips possessively against her own as if he were physically going to block any other dicks from having her.
Lucy sucked in a breath of air at the tempting contact before smacking his shoulder with the palm of her hand. “See! That’s exactly what I mean. I know my willpower when it comes to that smile and your abs. Staying in here with you would kill me.”
“Don’t worry. I didn’t plan to feed you any more of my cock until you’ve had a chance to recover,” Sparx shot back. His gorgeous eyes twinkled in her plain hazel ones as he teased her.
“Feed me?” she sputtered before snapping her lips closed at the visual he’d created. The idea made her mouth water before she was able to shake it out of her head. “If that’s not the case, you should probably let your little friend know.” Raising her hips, she bumped the thick erection that was nudging her thigh. “He’s knocking at my door ready to serve me some sausage, if ya know what I mean.”
Sparx gave her a startled look before letting out a frustrated breath of his own. “He’s not anywhere near little, and your sore pussy can attest to that. I just—” He looked away, his eyes darting to the sheets beside her head. As if he were embarrassed about what he was about to say.
“I want to keep you to myself for just a little while longer. Right here in this room, it’s just the two of us. I don’t want to share you just yet.” Thick fingers smoothed back the hair around her temples as he explained. Touching her tenderly as if she were some sort of treasure he needed to tend to. “I know that if I take you out there, everyone will be asking questions. The men, the women. They will all be curious about the new Lady of Fyeir. I just—I’m not ready for all of that to happen just yet. I’m greedy for you.”
“Oh, well, that’s swee—”
“Plus,” he interrupted, his smile going from innocent to wicked in a heartbeat, “even if I didn’t plan on letting you have any more of my dick, I still was going to feast on that sweet pussy the rest of the day.”
Lucy’s mouth fell open in shock at the speed of which Sparx went from zero to sixty.
“What?” he asked, his big body shrugging over hers. “Don’t act like you haven’t thought of getting my mouth on that set of pretty lips you have between your legs.”
“Dear Lord,” she groaned, closing her eyes. She didn’t think her heart could take it. “He’s a dirty talker. I don’t think I can handle it.”
“Huh?”
Lucy opened her eyes to stare at the confused man above her. “You’re too much, you know that? That body, your delicious smell,” she said, taking an exaggerated sniff of the chest above her. “Walking around looking like that, smelling like fresh snickerdoodles. It should be illegal.” She rubbed her nose along his neck, drinking in the scent that she’d quickly become addicted to. “I can barely handle you as it is, and you go and add talking dirty to me?”
“Do you like it?” He teased her with his words, coasting his lips over her earlobe. Flicking his tongue against the tender skin, he chuckled, the sound deep and heavy as it gave her goose bumps. “I can give you more. I can give you whatever you need. Whenever you need it. Wouldn’t you like to feel my tongue, honey?”
“Huh?” she asked, mimicking his confusion from earlier as his words created havoc in her undies.
“I bet that’s what you would taste like.” The whisper came from lips that were barely touching her neck. Ghosting over the nerves there as he teased her without mercy. “Honey.”
“Gah!” she groaned, wanting to stomp her feet. “We can’t, Sparx. We promised Rue we’d be there. Hoes before bros—err—or the other way around. I can’t remember how it goes.”
“She’s your ho and I’m your bro?” he asked, climbing off her carefully to stand up.
Lucy winced as she saw him adjust the large erection he had under his pants, her hands itching to help take care of the problem.
“I guess?” Lucy moved off the bed before she could get lured back in by the sex god she’d mated, trying not to stare at the temptation in front of her.
“I don’t like that.” Sparx shook his head. “I do not have any type of brotherly affection for you at all.”
“Ewww. Thank God.” Lucy tossed up a quick thanks to the universe for that blessing as he picked her up to carry her to their destination.
“Now Rue, on the other hand,” he continued, as they walked out the door and turned left. “I would not be against being bros with her. If that were the case, though, and she was my bro, then that would make you my ho.”
His announcement was met with laughter from behind them.
Lucy didn’t need to look behind his shoulder to see who was following them. Instead, she stuck out the middle finger on the hand that was draped behind his back.
“You’re his ho,” Rue laughed, following behind them with Colby as her escort. She snorted a few times, trying to only stop herself for a moment before giving into full belly laughs.
“Shaddup.” Lucy glared at Rue, taking a quick break to nod at Colby. “Hey.”
“How are you this evening, Lady Lucy?” Colby’s question was met with stunned silence for one long moment before both women burst into laughter.
“Holy shit, Goose!” Rue chortled, leaning against the cave tunnel wall for support. “Lady Goose! I can’t even—”
“That is weird,” Lucy agreed, laughing as well, although not nearly as hard as Rue. “And stop calling me Goose.” She tilted her nose in the air. “I’m a lady now.”
“Bahahahahahahah,” Rue brayed, waving away Colby when he walked forward to help her stand where she was now slumped on the hall floor.
“She might be like this for a while,” Lucy said, rolling her eyes. “Let’s go ahead and head to the dining hall. Chuckles over there can catch up when she’s calmed down a bit.”
“If you’re sure,” Sparx said, nodding at Colby. “Bring her to the dining hall for her formal introduction—” He paused when Rue began laughing even harder. “Once she’s calmed down.”
Colby nodded, agreeing even as he looked overwhelmed with the task.
“Good luck,” Lucy said to Colby, raising her voice to be heard over the snickers pouring from Rue where she was still unable to control her mirth. “The last time she had a case of the giggles like this was during jury duty last year.”
“Oh c’mon, Goose!” Rue yell-cackled after them as Sparx carried Lucy away. “Sorry. I mean, Lady Goose.”
“She really needs to forget that nickname,” Lucy muttered, unable to stop the smile her psycho friend prompted.
“I can order her to not use it any longer.”
Sparx’s offer earned him a huge hug and smacking kiss on the cheek before he even knew what hit him.
“God, I love you.”
She froze at the words that had slipped out naturally on their own.
Sparx froze as well, the heavy steps of his boots as he carried her stopping suddenly at her announcement.
After a moment, Sparx turned his head to look straight into her eyes.
With his arms tight around her, he did nothing more than stare at her for a moment before licking his lips nervously.
“You are my heart, Lucy.”
Leaning her head against his chest, she rested against the beat she heard there. Here, in his arms, was her future.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Sparx looked at where his mate was sitting, talking to the other volunteers. Even though she was surrounded by women, he was the only one she actually saw.
They had only a few moments to themselves before Rue and Colby had come across them in the tunnels after exchanging their declarations of love. Not nearly long enough for Sparx to tell Lucy all that was in his heart. His hopes for the future. Not only for them but also their city. His dreams for Djaromir and his worries. Worries that, even now, caused him to be vigilant.
The worries that came with having a human mate.
His eyes fell to the stone where her ankle was propped up.
She hadn’t even been on Djaromir for a full cycle yet and she’d already been injured. Of course, it wasn’t a serious injury, but it had happened all the same. She’d been hurt, and he’d been unable to prevent it. What if something like this happened in the future and he wasn’t there to keep her safe. What if it was even worse and she lost a limb—or even her life.
Panic filled him at the direction his thoughts were spiraling.
“Sir,” Colby interrupted the nightmare-like scenarios he was creating in his head.
“Yes?” he asked, not looking away from the object of his obsession.
“I’ve gotten word from Warlord Matrix that the cities of Gunninng and Hamuir send congratulations on your mating. He hopes that you are enjoying your time with your new mate.” Colby blushed and leaned forward. “He also said some other things, but I explained I wouldn’t be saying them because you’d kill me if I did.”
“I’m sure he did,” Sparx chuckled, tearing his eyes away from Lucy to talk to his friend. “Anything else?”
“Just that things were taken care of, sir.” Colby gestured to miners and volunteers mingling around them. “He said he’d handled the Phaetons, as well as correspondence with Earth. The Phaetons initially complained about your treatment regarding one of the escorts, but the situation was explained and the complaint withdrawn.”
“Good.” Sparx narrowed his eyes at the group of miners edging towards the women, a few of them eyeing his own mate. “I believe it is time for Lucy’s formal introduction to Fyeir.”
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