Tempting Ecstasy (The Guardians of the Realms Book 4) Page 11

  She shook her head at her siblings and directed her gaze to the male that heated her blood. “It’s still my choice?”

  His eyes flashed with heat, and he gave her a wicked grin. “Yes, Dacia, it’s still your call when I touch you.”

  She took a breath and told her sisters, “I’ll be fine.” All three of her sisters looked ready to snarl and argue with her. She put a hand up. “Go see where we’ll be staying. I have no energy to argue with all of you and deal with him.” Exhaustion made her words more sharp than she intended, and Mia’s eyes flashed with a hint of hurt. She closed her eyes. She didn’t want to snap at her sisters; they were all struggling. She softened her features. I’m sorry, I’ll be fine, she whispered in her sisters’ link.

  “I would never hurt her, and I’d never take what she’s not ready to give. She’ll be close if she needs you, but I’m taking her now.” Conn’s voice was low but firm as he gestured for her to go in the opposite direction as Bastian was leading her sisters. Not one of them trusted him, but they really had no options.

  I’ll be fine. I really need energy, though, soon, she told her sisters through the link.

  Tell us and we’ll be there, Isa said.

  Okay. She mustered a small smile in the direction of her worried siblings.

  Chapter 14

  Guardian Manor, Tetartos Realm

  She stepped into the cavern and was shocked at the beauty. It was like an opulent underground resort, not the simple caverns she and her siblings used in Earth. Even the family one on their estate in northern Italy wasn’t this gorgeous.

  What would it be like for her family to settle someplace? She could see her sisters doing something like this, decorating, staking a claim on a place of their own. A glimmer of hope for her siblings flickered in her gut. She wanted this for them. A small part of her wanted this for her as well. Something of her own that she didn’t have to leave behind in a few years, a decade at most. She hadn’t even lived a nomadic life for a fraction of the time they had, and already the temptation of permanence drew her in.

  “It’s beautiful.” A retreat. She told herself not to get attached. It was all too much, too soon to trust or fully grasp what she’d be giving up in return.

  “The staff sometimes party here. I made sure we’d have it to ourselves.”

  She turned and stared at him. “Staff?”

  “A place this large takes a lot of care.” He shrugged and grinned. “We like our comforts. They also go out and clean our personal homes.”

  “So this isn’t even your home?” She just stared at him as she took the steps down to the area below. Immortals needed the world’s energies to thrive. It was a necessity, like food, not something that had to be done in luxury, any underground area sufficed. She couldn’t wrap her head around the Guardians building something so beautiful and allowing their employees to use it.

  “No, I’ll show you mine later. Unless you want me to teleport you over now.” He grinned wickedly at her.

  Even knowing it was a joke, she cringed at the idea of teleporting again anytime soon.

  He chuckled. “You’ll get used to it.” He studied her for a second as if he liked to just look at her. “The hot springs are fed with cool water, so they’re all comfortable.”

  She stopped short. His scent was driving her insane. Their arousal seemed to build off each other. She wanted him, and the thought of being naked in a hot spring was a very bad idea.

  “I’m not getting naked with you,” she said with a scowl.

  He only smiled wider. “I brought your swimsuit, princess, but I’d vote for naked if it was an option.”

  “You got my stuff?”

  “Swimsuits for now. There’s a bag behind the bar.”

  He’d thought of her comfort. She was too wrung out to consider the care in the gesture. Relaxing in the water while she took in energy sounded wonderful, and it would help mute the scent of her wet, aching pussy.

  “Drink?” he asked.

  “No, thank you.” Polite. She wasn’t sure how to act with him. He was her captor; thanking him felt odd. She slipped around the bar and found one of her tote bags. She realized that it was one of the most private spots for her to change, and was glad for it. She started to take off the flannel and waited for the snarls, but her wolf was quiet. She looked in the bag and found three of her suits and a towel. She slipped off her pants and underwear as she ducked behind the stone bar. The seats on the other side were carved out of the same material. She walked around from her partial hiding place and stilled.

  He was so damned gorgeous. His bare back faced her, and she was mesmerized. The muscled expanse housed a huge tribal tattoo of a wolf’s face taking up all the space between his shoulders and down to the narrowing of his waist. He wore black boxer briefs instead of swim trunks, and when he turned, she almost moaned at the sight. He was the most beautiful male she’d ever seen. She’d already thought he was, but his body was truly out of a fantasy. His thickly muscled shoulders and chest tapered to a cut vee leading into the black cotton, and she salivated at his sheer beauty. His arms were covered in murals of howling wolves from his wrists up over his strong shoulders. Everything else, his calves and strong thighs up to his stomach and chest, was unmarked.

  “Beautiful,” he growled. She knew he’d been cataloguing her body as she’d been doing with his. Her chest rose on a deep breath and he groaned. She stood barefoot in the red bikini he’d packed. It went well with her tanned skin and dark hair that was still up in a ponytail. It was simple, just a triangle top and low bottoms with ties at the sides. She didn’t have Mia’s porn-star curves or Isa’s fifties bombshell body, but she knew she filled it out well and was happy with her body.

  “This was a bad idea,” she said on a whisper when she saw just how hard he was. His cock was going to pop out of those long briefs at any moment. He was asking too much from the fabric, and damned but she wanted it to rip, wanted to use her claws and slice the material free to see him.

  “Get in or take off the suit.” His voice was strained and deep, his amber eyes dark, his features as hard as his muscled chest.

  Getting in the water was her only option. Steam filtered from the liquid, and she took the steps to her right, heading for the first pool she saw. Once on the ledge she stepped down into the water beyond. She groaned when she felt the warmth slide up the tense muscles of her legs and finally to her stomach as she glided to the opposite side. It was maybe ten feet across with only two sides not spilling water, the entrance and the far side she’d walked to. She worried they were both too far gone. That it wasn’t nearly enough space. She was panting for breath.

  She sat on a small submerged ledge and stifled a moan when the warm water slid over her hard nipples. She watched mesmerized as he stepped in, the play of his thick thighs was enough to make her bite her lip. She wanted that big sexy body to crowd her in and lift her onto his cock. She closed her eyes and clamped her teeth down. She checked on her sisters, anything to stop from focusing on him. They were fine, but she was lost. She tuned them out again and tried not to crack her jaw as she listened to the water flowing in and out of the different tiered pools. Her heart beat so loud she knew he had to hear it. The urge to touch herself to get some relief was more than tempting.

  “Better?” His rough voice was nearly her undoing.

  She opened her eyes, and his heated gaze called her to him. She panted for breath and she tried not to panic. She couldn’t do it; touching him now would be something she’d regret. What if everything she was seeing from him turned out to be a lie? No male could be so damned perfect. It was all fun to him now, but once he claimed her, would things change? The chase would be over and he’d have no reason to be good to her and her sisters. Her beast snarled.

  Her brothers were the only Immortal males she knew. Conn didn’t display even half their snarling ways. Maybe that’s what worried her, that mask of casual playfulness that she’d seen slip in small increments. What kind of intensity was h
iding under that perfect exterior? One where she’d find a closet full of dead kittens, or one that would completely enthrall her to the point where she’d completely lose herself to him? The desire was consuming her already; she shook with it. The steam from the water wasn’t taking his scent fast enough.

  “Breathe, or tell me to make it better?” he demanded. His chest was out of the water and his arms were splayed on the rock ledge behind him. His eyes were all beast now.

  She shook her head. She was too worn down, and he was a damned sensory overload.

  “I don’t need to touch you to make you feel good, princess. You know that. Unless you’re ready for me to do it with my hands and mouth,” he growled. “I can’t wait to taste every damned inch of you. For you to come all over my fingers as I kiss you, then come on my tongue as I thrust it deep inside your pussy.”

  The images were drowning her. “Dammit! No.” She focused on the anger, the frustration.

  “Then touch your pussy, get yourself off if you won’t let me do it for you. You won’t be able to relax and refuel until you come, Dacia.”

  She eyed him, his muscled chest twitched and his jaw was hard. He was holding back too and so serious. Just as affected, but offering her options, again. Get herself off while he watched from the other side? Could she even do that? He’d know what she was doing under the water. With it churning so heavily, he wouldn’t see much, but she’d be expecting his control to snap the entire time, just like she worried would happen if he used his power again.

  “If you do it with me,” she said.

  His eyes flashed and darkened.

  “I can do that.” His voice was a silky rumble.

  She nearly moaned. Yes, the sight of him working his cock under the water would definitely drive her wild and get her off quickly. So erotic.

  “Out of the water, princess.” His voice was demanding. He looked close to feral sitting across from her, thick muscles swelling, straining.

  She barely stopped herself from automatically heeding his command. His power was nearly as intoxicating as the male, and she clenched her teeth watching him stand. Water cascaded down his chest and over the ridges of his stomach. He eyed her as he slipped off his wet briefs and sat at the edge of the pool. Fully on display as he leaned back on one hand and stroked his cock with the other. It was so long and thick.

  She swallowed and licked her lips.

  “Out, now,” he growled and she twitched. “If you want me to jerk off in front of you, I want to see you while I do it.”

  She was caught by the sight and size of him, the sheer magnitude of what she was doing. She hadn’t meant it to be like this.

  She cleared her throat. “I thought in the water.”

  “No, you had your demand. This is mine.” His voice rang with finality. His beast was losing control. “I want to watch you touch yourself, Dacia. The scent and sight will get me off fast and hard. After that we can both refuel.” His voice lowered. “I know you want to watch, Dacia. I can see it in your beautiful eyes. You haven’t looked higher than my waist since I got out of the water.”

  Her eyes shot up and caught the sexy knowing glint of a confident male. She’d been too caught up watching his big hand take long slow strokes up and down his shaft. Unashamed and incredible. He was right, she wanted to see this, and she needed release too much not to do what he said. She slipped from the water, but didn’t take her bottoms off. She sat back on one arm like he did.

  “Bottoms off,” he growled again. “I’m riding a fine line, Dacia. Show me your pussy.”

  She shook her head and swallowed and trailed her fingers over her bottoms to her clit.

  “Dacia, take them off, now.”

  She moaned, wanting to be on display. It drove her need until she was panting, only a few strokes from coming already.

  Her ties slipped loose, not just her bottoms, but her top too was swept away. She tried to glare, but she truly didn’t care anymore. His focus was on her breasts, heated eyes caressing the curves all the way down to her mound. Her nipples were so hard she clenched her teeth. Desire flowed from her body even though her legs were closed.

  “Fuck. Look at you.” he growled. His wolf was riding close to the surface, showing in his eyes. “You have the most gorgeous tits. Fucking perfect, Dacia. Spread your thighs. I want to see how wet you are.” His strokes seemed to get more seductive, pulling on his own flesh.

  She slid one hand over her stomach to her mound. Her legs spread enough for him to see what she was doing. With him tending his hard cock, she was safe to finally get some damned relief. Whether he watched or not didn’t really matter. This wouldn’t tie them for eternity, it would only get her off, and she needed that. She heard his breath saw out, and her lips curved. There was something to be said for making a more powerful being so needy.

  She watched through lowered lids as his thumb circled the head, spreading the moisture there all over the tip. She licked her lips again as she stroked her clit between two fingers.

  “Is that how you always touch yourself?” He groaned as she slid her fingers into the liquid seeping from her body.

  “Yes.”

  “Greedy girls go straight for the prize. Draw it out.” He wanted a show, and she wasn’t sure she’d last through it, but at least in touching herself she’d lost the overwhelming need to launch her body at his and demand satisfaction. She knew she’d get it. “Make it last. It’ll make you come harder.”

  She grew bolder, having watched enough porn to imagine what he’d like to see. She leaned back further to let her shoulders rest on a rock. A soft towel suddenly pushed behind her. The action tilted her lips.

  “Keep going. Touch your beautiful tits. You’re all mine, princess, and I want to see what gets you off. What makes you scream.”

  She moaned and watched him through her spread thighs. Her back was just barely off the ground, but enough for him to see everything and give her both hands to make it entertaining. She avoided thinking about anything but pleasure; she needed it, would take it for herself, and having his eyes on her only made it more exciting. This was all for her, a dirty fantasy that would keep her from touching him.

  “I don’t scream.”

  “You will, princess,” he promised. She was always quiet when she came and she didn’t see that changing.

  She lifted her legs out of the water and set her feet wide on the stone, letting him see even more and making herself wetter in the process. She watched his fingers tighten at the base of his cock. He leaned forward, and she knew he wanted to lunge for her. She shook her head and his gaze snapped up at the action.

  “If you won’t let me taste, then spread that pink pussy wide. I want to see inside. Let me see what I can’t have, princess.”

  She didn’t like her dark hair, so she kept it waxed. She spread her lips with two fingers and reveled in the growl that came from his lips. She was completely bare and exposed. More moisture slipped from her body down to her ass as she used her other hand to pinch a nipple lightly.

  “Harder,” he demanded, and she obeyed without thought. The action sent a jolt all the way to her clit and arched her back. Mmm, so good. She’d never played much with her breasts. He was right, she just went straight to getting herself off the fastest way possible, but now that she allowed the slow pleasure, she found it appealing.

  “That’s it. You’ve been neglecting those beautiful tits, haven’t you?”

  She nodded as she tracked his body, letting herself imagine all that power and hot flesh against her, over her, in her.

  “What else have you neglected? Have you ever penetrated that slick cunt, Dacia?”

  His hard words made her want to come right there, but she held off. He was right, the anticipation was good, and she liked the affect, the power she had over him, over herself.

  “No.” She’d never felt the need for penetration. She watched his eyes close, and a pained expression tightened his face. The tendons on his neck were pulled tight, and she stopp
ed moving, so caught up in the fact that she’d done that to him. Even that far gone, he still held back, still waited for her permission. The power he gave her was heady.

  “Tease the moisture, but don’t stick your fingers inside. I want to be the first to fuck into your wet little pussy, princess.” His voice was barely a whisper and his eyes were still shut. She took a deep breath, not realizing she’d been holding it in. “Will you give me that? Nothing goes inside you but me?”

  The possessive command in his voice was nearly her undoing. She was panting for breath after holding it for so long. She said nothing, just let her fingers slide over the wet opening and back up to her clit. Her skin was flushed, and if she didn’t come soon, she might lose her mind and promise him anything he wanted.

  He eyed her. “Promise me.” He held her hands immobile with his ability and then tweaked her nipples with it. She moaned, desperate to come.

  “Yes.”

  “Tell me.”

  “Nothing inside me but you.”

  He released her and groaned. A hand went into his hair, and she saw he was losing it. “Fuck, I’ve never been so out of my mind. I want all of you.” He growled in frustration and she understood. She was nearly losing her mind too. She moaned when her fingers slid over her clit again, and his gaze was caught.

  He leaned back and started stroking again. His cock pulsed in his hand and he groaned. She slid around and around her clit with three fingers. It felt so good and was building as she worked her other nipple with hard pinches like the one he’d directed.

  “Have you played with your ass?” He growled when she shook her head. “Nothing in you but me, but fuck, I want to see you touching it.”

  She groaned as her fingers slid down and rubbed the puckered hole, and she saw his cock jerk. So much power, but she was so close and moved her fingers back to where she needed them.

  “That’s it. Look at me while you come. Show me your beautiful eyes while you get off.” The command in his voice left her pulsing and throbbing as she moaned low in rapture, never moving her eyes, even as her back arched and she relaxed boneless against the rock.