Binding Ecstasy (The Guardians of the Realms Book 6) Page 12

  “Come,” he demanded and her body seemed to obey only him. She climaxed hard and heard his harsh groan mixed with her incoherent shouts of pleasure. Warm jets of come bathed her and she loved it. He barely breathed through it or gave her the time to process what was happening when he flipped her up and around to impale her on his lap. It had all happened so fast she hadn’t had time to miss having him inside her.

  “Do you smell how good that is?” he bit out. “You’re all over me and I need more.”

  Tasha moaned, inhaling the erotic scent as he rocked her gently on his lap. Gone was the animalistic rutting; this was something else now, something slow and just as enthralling.

  He pulled her hair to the side, and she could feel his own thick strands tickling her back.

  He seemed to want to touch her, massage her. His palms slid down over her mound and his fingers slid to the sides of her clit so gently. “Do you ache, Natasha?”

  “Yes,” she admitted breathlessly. She still needed him and she couldn’t explain it, couldn’t do anything but feel. Her legs were spread on the outside of his, leaving her wide open on his lap. It didn’t seem to matter that she’d come twice, or that she was still fluttering with aftershocks of her last orgasm. She was still greedy and mindless for more.

  “I’ll make it better.” He rubbed his cheek against hers as his hands roamed. They made their way to her tight aching nipples. “I neglected these.”

  Yes, she thought as she panted for breath. His warm hands felt so damned good on her swollen flesh that she arched into the warmth and circled her hips while she did it. He massaged them slowly before pinching and pulling on the hard nubs.

  “That’s it, Psihi Mou. So perfect. Never enough,” he whispered, and more sweetly sexy words in the old language slipped free under his breath. She was drugged by the beauty of the moment. Romantic firelight kissed their skin as he rocked them into a drugging orgasm that finally eased her ache.

  Within seconds she found herself wrapped in his arms, snuggled with her back to his chest.

  “Open for me once more, my Natasha,” he whispered, and she didn’t think she could move. Her eyes were heavy as she felt a soft wet cloth at her mound. She lifted her lids a fraction to gaze down at the small towel in his hand. She lacked the ability to process anything when that same hand lifted her thigh to rest over his. She relaxed as the damp material caressed between her legs, jolted as it softly grazed her sensitive clit. She was mesmerized by the sweetness of the gesture, but she needed to get up, go home. She was just going to shut her eyes for a second to bask in the warmth of his arms around her.

  She murmured an incoherent protest when the blankets slid over her skin. Just one second. She’d allow herself to enjoy this intimacy for just one minute more.

  Chapter 16

  Tetartos Realm

  Drake stretched his wings and let the air currents carry him. These moments were the only time he found any peace anymore. The dragon needed to fly, to kill, to keep from lighting the whole Realm on fire.

  Ebony wings caught his eye as P flew beside him.

  Conn’s voice slipped into his mind. The alarms have been tripped in the cave where the Deleastis Rod was found.

  He shifted from dragon to man in midair and teleported to Earth Realm. He reformed at the entrance to the cave and felt the beast trying to break loose. The dragon wanted Apollo just as much as he did.

  It was obvious Conn had called the others, because Guardians reformed in batches around him as he bit out, Uri and P with me. Everyone else fan out to the other entrances, and someone make sure there are no fucking humans around. He could feel Vane’s irritation at not being one of the ones going in, but Drake didn’t give a fuck. There wouldn’t be room in those tunnels for more than a few Guardians to contain the God.

  He teleported in bursts through the first tunnel, not knowing exactly where the God was. He hated taking it slowly, but he would. He didn’t want the God to know they were fucking there and port away. Uri and P were right behind him as anticipation rolled through his muscles.

  He sent a command to Uri. Take his blood. He wouldn’t take any chances that the God could escape, leaving them without clues this time. He wanted the bastard’s memories immediately. He gritted his teeth, hating being in another fucking mountain with the God. Cave systems collapsed too easily, and the God could escape again.

  His fingers flexed as he steadily worked through the tunnels. They were getting closer to the cavern. He smiled tightly, imagining Apollo finding his hiding space empty. The bastard couldn’t know his artifact was currently in the Guardians’ possession. Drake expected to hear a furious God by now and didn’t like that he wasn’t. Had the God already left? He scented traces of the God, but that didn’t mean he was still there.

  Drake gritted his teeth. If the fucker had gotten away again, he’d lose his shit. The dragon tried to break free and he had to fight it back.

  Deeper into the mountain, it became obvious the God had been there. Rock lay everywhere as if he’d hammered through the rock where the Rod had been hidden.

  He tilted his head and detected Apollo’s power signature down another sliver of tunnel. He ported through a narrow crevice and felt Uri and P silently doing the same.

  The scent was getting stronger, and after a few more curves, he heard bellows of fury and crashing stone. Rock and dust rained down above them as they made it closer to their prey. What was the bastard doing down this far? Had he hidden something else in this mountain? Drake clenched his teeth at that thought. If Apollo had hidden another fucking artifact, the Guardians didn’t know about it.

  Apollo would sense them soon enough. Drake’s senses were stronger, and they’d wasted no time, because seconds counted in this situation. They needed any advantage, though it sounded as if the bastard was too distracted by his own fury to even notice their presence. More rocks fell as the male cursed in the old language. He was definitely looking for something. And not finding it. That much he got from the pissed-off rant.

  Fuck. What else had the God hidden? What other dangerous artifact could be out in the world?

  The second he rounded the cavern entrance, the God looked up and narrowed his eyes. Drake was on him, P and Uri with him. The ground collapsed under their feet as the God used his ability to stop Drake’s heart.

  Drake bellowed in rage and fought the God’s power as the dragon roared in fury. Apollo’s eyes narrowed when Drake’s heart started beating again.

  He only had a split second to enjoy Apollo’s surprise that his power didn’t work when the ceiling came crashing down. He roared and shook the stone off. In the dust and rock he saw P with the God. They flickered in and out as P appeared to be trying to teleport Apollo. The God looked to be fighting it.

  The ground shook and fell, sending bodies flying as they all grappled for a grip on the God while getting knocked away as rock rained down.

  P held the bastard, and Drake watched the male’s neck tense and fury fill his face. Drake could only guess what the God was doing to his cousin’s internal organs. P was slammed away by part of the ceiling, but Uri had an awkward grip on the God as he fought them. Grunts and roars echoed as the three of them hammered into walls. A boulder crashed down between him and the bastard as another cracked against his shoulder; he smelled his own blood mixing with the others’ in the room.

  He caught a glimpse of Uri sinking his fangs into the God’s neck before getting elbowed into another wall. A flurry of movement took P and Apollo rolling out into another tunnel. Snarls and grunts echoed off the walls as P managed an awkward hold on Apollo’s shoulder. As long as they had a hold on the bastard, he wasn’t going anywhere without a passenger.

  Uri was too distracted by the God’s memories in his head to help.

  Drake ported in and slammed Apollo out of P’s hold and to the ground beneath him. Just the sight of the bastard was enough to send smoke and wisps of fire from his lips.

  Rage filled him and the dragon started to bre
ak free; muscles burned as wings erupted from his back. He slammed his fist into the God’s face over and over, never losing his hold on the bastard’s neck. His ears were buzzing and a crimson haze covered his vision as he slammed the male’s head into the ground. He didn’t feel any of the counterblows as blood spattered on his face. Apollo snarled and yelled at him, taunted him, but the Deity’s powers failed to penetrate the blinding fury.

  Apollo managed to port them both upright before slamming Drake’s back and wings into the nearest wall. He heard and felt the bone-jarring impact, but no pain came. He roared his fury as he spun the God and slammed him face down onto the ground. The whole place shook beneath their bodies, but Drake didn’t care. All that mattered was pain, making the male suffer. It was Apollo’s son who’d harmed Delia. Cyril was dead, but Apollo wasn’t and he would fucking pay. More blood sprayed as he continued to hammer the bastard into the ground.

  More rock broke free under them, and he felt the free fall until his elbow snapped into something, dislodging his prey. He couldn’t see and he roared in fury as more of the mountain came down around him. He landed on his feet as the world came down, slamming into his fractured wings. He couldn’t feel anything but blazing hot rage eating him from the inside.

  P and Uri were beside him, bloody and looking at him through the haze of dust and smoke.

  “He’s gone, Drake.” P’s words only fueled the fury.

  He panted. His chest was rising and falling, and then he was losing it as his fingers clenched and the muscles started pulling as he fought back the shift.

  Sirena was instantly at his side. “Ease it down. Calm. Easy, Drake.” Her voice soothed him only enough to lift the red from his vision, for his muscles to stop changing, but the dragon was still roaring in his head. Furious. He needed to let it out.

  Sirena’s warm healing power slid over his broken wings, and he finally felt the pain for a split second as she continued to use her ability to talk him down.

  “Enough,” he snapped at her. He wanted the pain. His own healing would take it away soon enough. He needed it now.

  She eyed him, but wisely didn’t say a word.

  “Did you get his fucking memories?” he growled at Uri.

  “It’s disjointed,” Uri bit out, and he looked like he was having his own internal fight. Struggling with Apollo’s memories in his mind. “I’ll need time.”

  “Get Alex to help you and tell me what you find immediately,” Drake bit out. “Go,” he demanded to everyone.

  Leave me, he snarled at P. He’d allowed the constant watchfulness, but now he needed some fucking space.

  Not going to fucking happen. Especially not after that shit, his cousin growled back.

  Don’t force me to hurt you, Drake snarled and was gone. If his cousin followed him, they’d fight. He’d lost it in there. Instead of trying to port the God, he’d wanted to make him suffer, and Apollo’s blood was all over him and he’d wanted nothing more than to bathe in it.

  Chapter 17

  New York, Earth Realm

  Bastian woke to a soft ass rubbing against his hard cock. He growled low and brought her beneath him, burying his face in her neck, taking in her sleepy scent. She moaned, and the sound sent a jolt to his dick.

  “On your stomach,” he growled. “Hold the edge of the mattress and don’t let go.” His voice was raspy to his own ears, and her whimper of need only fueled his own as he flipped her over.

  He grabbed a pillow and pushed it under her hips while kneeling back to watch as she stretched out for him. “Spread your thighs wide and tilt your ass. Offer me your pussy, Psihi Mou.”

  “Oh my God.” She groaned, and he could see her slit glistening as she offered up her body so sweetly.

  He moved forward and fisted his cock, guiding it to slide through her juices up into the crease of her perfect ass. He knelt and watched it cradled there, feeding her the images of her soft mounds holding him, her bronzed skin stretched and taut. Beautiful.

  He slid back and forth before dipping the head into her juices.

  He slid an inch inside and stayed there, still and nearly groaning at how good she felt wrapped around him, hugging him inside.

  Her chest heaved and she tried to push back for more. He smacked her ass and she cried out as her channel pulsed around him. She loved it and he wondered how far those inclinations went. “Do you want me to punish you, Psihi Mou?”

  “Yes,” she whispered, and he thought of the club. The show he’d only gotten a glimpse of. Did his fiery mate want more than what he’d given her?

  “Show me,” he demanded and loved that she shared images of him binding her, because that was something he planned to do.

  He growled. “You want me to use you? Are you offering yourself up for my pleasure, Psihi Mou?” he asked and felt her pussy constrict around the head of his cock. “If I tell you to kneel, you’ll kneel.”

  She moaned.

  “If I demand you lift your skirt, you’ll do it. Anywhere I command, you’ll spread for my fingers, my cock.”

  She writhed beneath him. He’d hit on her fantasies, and now they consumed her thoughts. He had to clamp a fist around the base of his cock to still the raging need she incited.

  He felt the moment when she thought she couldn’t take it anymore. When she was so lost to the fantasy that she wanted his cock more than air. He fed her one more inch and she cried out as a mini climax rode her, sending pulsing waves around the head of his aching dick. Her spine grew slick as she waited, wanting everything he had. It wouldn’t be possible for her to get any more beautiful.

  He licked a thumb and ran it from her tailbone down into the open valley of her beautiful ass to the sweet little hole there. Slowly. This was a test of his control, and he felt like he was about to fail them both. His stomach was taut and a bead of sweat rode down the center of his chest. He used his thumb to run circles over the nerves of her ass. “Are you offering me this beautiful body to use as I please?” he growled.

  She moaned and bucked for more, and he smacked her ass again, which only released a beautiful cry from her lips into the bedding. So perfect. So sweet.

  “Anytime I tell you to offer this up, you will. I’ll demand that your pussy be wet and ready anytime I command it, Psihi Mou.” She was writhing and aching, crying out for more when he pushed his thumb in just a fraction. She was more than he’d ever dreamed she’d be. So much passion in her perfect body. She gave to him so freely; her thoughts only made him care for her more. She was everything.

  “Yes. God, yes. Do something,” she demanded, hoping he’d give her more. Give her every dark fantasy she’d ever thought of, but never desired from another. Those thoughts pleased him.

  No, Natasha, you gave yourself up for my pleasure, he growled into her mind. My pleasure is watching you writhe while I make you wait. Make you want until I allow you to come. He slapped her harder and earned a sexy keening moan.

  “No more.” But she was chanting yes in her mind. He waited as long as they both could handle. Denying them both until her channel was pulsing around his cock. She loved this, but she was on the edge of pain, and he needed to ease her more than he wanted his next breath.

  He slipped his thumb from her tiny back hole and gripped her hips, ferociously slamming all the way inside. She came, shuddering and panting into the sheets as she submitted so beautifully to him. He leaned over her shaking body and shifted her hair to kiss her neck before thrusting into her fluttering pussy. “Give it to me again.” He thrust steadily, hitting the deepest part of her, until his hips were pressed tight to her body. She groaned as he retreated to do it all again. He settled his weight over her back and pinned her under him to take what he wanted. She moaned and he loved feeling the heat from her flushed skin.

  Words were torn from him. Ones he’d never spoken, in a language long since extinct, but only they could truly convey what she was to him, how much she meant.

  Eternity wouldn’t be enough.

  His thru
sts grew stronger, more intense, until she climaxed around him again, pulling him so tight he came on a hard groan.

  He collapsed into the bedding beside her and hauled her over his chest to massage her arms and shoulders, her beautiful back.

  You’re perfect, he whispered in her mind, feeling almost too raw to speak. She was everything he could never have imagined and she was his.

  He lifted her up and carried her to the bath. She snuggled into his arms. He’d care for her and then he’d answer the questions she was too spent to ask.

  He smiled and kissed her forehead.

  His need to protect her was growing more intense by the second. Drake would never be allowed to cage her, and he only hoped she wouldn’t hate him when she found out all he’d been forced to keep from her.

  Chapter 18

  New York, Earth Realm

  “Is that what you meant by frenzy?” Tasha asked.

  She was still warm and boneless from the sweet way he’d washed her. Neither had spoken a word the entire time. She hadn’t been able to form thoughts when his fingers were caressing and cleaning away all the sweat and evidence of what he’d done to her. Now that she was dry and wrapped in a dark towel, she could finally think somewhat clearly.

  He spoke and she even loved the sound of his voice. “Yes. The need will get even stronger until we complete the mating bond.”

  “It’s already permanent. That link isn’t going anywhere, so what do you mean by completing the mating?”

  Bastian turned to his closet, and she frowned at his bare back. When he appeared again, it was with a black tee shirt and some more workout pants. “You in a towel is distracting.”