Denying Ecstasy (The Guardians of the Realms Series) (16 page)

She smiled. “Still, thanks.”

“Everything will be all right. Dorian will be groveling in no time.”

She knew Alyssa was so hopeful for the match. She kept assuring Rain that things would work out. Rain wished she had that kind of optimism, but she didn’t. She didn’t even want to think about him at all. “Let’s go get the treatments.”

They walked up to the beautiful golden beach. “Did you two enjoy the water?” Tynan asked, meeting them at the shore with a smile. The sand was warm and soft under her feet, and she dug her toes in, loving it.

“It was wonderful. Thanks for playing babysitter,” Alyssa said with a grin, and Tynan let out a sexy laugh.

“It was my pleasure, I assure you. Watching the two of you frolic in those tiny bikinis is hardly an arduous task.” He flashed a beautiful smile. Rain couldn’t see his silver eyes through the dark sunglasses, but she imagined they were flashing with amusement.

“Are you ready for your appointments, then?” he asked.

“Yes. Thank you.” Rain was glad Alyssa was holding the conversation, because Rain wasn’t feeling capable of chatting. Her body was heating up again, had been since the minute they left the soothing water. She hated it. Tynan took a deep breath, and she flushed with irritation. No one knew that she was Dorian’s mate, so he had to think her desire was all for him. He was beautiful, but it was the frenzy causing that particular reaction.

Alyssa went into one of the first rooms, and Tynan walked with Rain to a room further down the hall. “Rain?” He’d bent and whispered her name. She felt his warm breath at her ear, and she bit her cheek, her pussy wept with that small bit of stimulation. She swallowed and shook her head.

“It’s not a good idea,” she said as he took his dark glasses off and ran a knuckle down her cheek. The sensation made her skin tingle, but it really couldn’t go anywhere.

“I’ll be in the room at the end if you change your mind.” He grinned at her playfully, and she was sure that damn male could melt a female’s panties with his voice alone. She took a deep breath and tried to calm her hormones, sending him a small smile and nod before closing the door behind him. She wanted to get the waxing appointment over with. She turned on the shower that was set in the corner of the room. She needed to get the salt and sand off her skin, not to mention cool down her libido, fast.

She banged her head against the tile after she’d quickly stripped out of the wet bikini and washed. She rode through another sharp pain in her stomach while the water ran over her skin. She closed her eyes. Were they starting to come more often now?

She was barely settled under the blanket when a tall female walked in. Luck and determination got her through the treatment without embarrassing herself. She thanked the Creators for making the female mostly mute and very efficient.

With the waxing done, she lay awaiting a massage, her final appointment. The escape for the day was at an end, and she was already second-guessing what she wanted to do. If it was a male, she fully planned to let whatever happened, happen. The arousal was hitting her hard. If a female came through the door, problem solved, she wasn’t interested in a female’s touch. She’d never tried it, but at that moment it was a hard male body that appealed to her.

Handling the desire herself wasn’t helping anymore, she felt worse after trying, more needy and aching to be filled. She was desperate, but she was leaving everything to chance.

She blew out a breath, trying to calm her nerves, but lying naked, with tight nipples, under a whisper-thin sheet was not settling. She inhaled deeply, and that just slid the thin fabric against them again. She stifled a moan. Contemplating who the masseuse would be was only making her more anxious. The island was meant for pleasure, giving her no doubt that whoever walked through the door would be more than willing to help her out with the arousal, or get someone that would.

Shit, could she do it? Her screwed-up mind was running pictures of Dorian’s bare chest when she’d seen him at the manor. Those images had been haunting her dreams and then filling her with self-disgust for still wanting such an asshole. She pinched the bridge of her nose and closed her eyes to control the riot of emotion. He’d caused this, and now she was forced to take care of it herself. She had to do something about the constant need; it was driving her insane. End of story.

She was sure Dorian was taking his pleasure with others; how could he not be? If she was this out of control and Sirena said he would be in worse shape, no way was he holding out. It wasn’t as if he felt any attachment or loyalty to her. She chewed her lip, feeling defeated, angry, exhausted, and too damned aroused to make it through another day without relief. She’d been honoring the damn mating, and she didn’t know why. It just felt wrong going to another. Plus, the arousal came with thoughts and visions of him and no one else. That was what messed with her sleep. She was miserable and, for some reason, paranoid. She knew their mental link was there, but she refused to talk to him. She was not going to chase after the asshole. She only hoped his dick would fall off for making her suffer.

A knock sounded before a big Kairos slipped inside. Male… That made her decision for her. She flushed when he inhaled deeply. She was really starting to hate Immortals’ strengthened sense of smell.

His dark eyes glittered down at her. “My name is Cesaro.”

The words weren’t sexual on their own, but from his lips they were a soft, sexy purr. Gooseflesh rose on her arms, and she swallowed hard.

“Would you like me to start with the front or back?”

Liquid heat filled her at the thought of having her breasts and pussy massaged with oil. She closed her eyes to get a grip. She was nowhere near as experienced as Alyssa liked to paint her, but she wasn’t a virgin either. She wanted this; she could do it. Something just kept niggling in her mind. Guilt, caused by ridiculously misplaced loyalty to a male that hadn’t earned it. She clenched her teeth and firmed up her resolve at that reminder.

“Front,” she said, and even to her ears it came out as an invitation to so much more. The sheet slowly slid away, and she felt cool air hit her naked skin.

Her eyes slit open when she felt his warm, oil-slicked hands smoothing over her stomach and ribs. She looked up and saw Cesaro grinning down at her. “You have a beautiful body. Your breasts were made for a male’s hands.”

She bit her lip at the sensation of his fingers and palms caressing her skin. His words only added to the arousal, making her feel sexy and desired. He hadn’t even touched her aching swollen parts yet. He was going slowly, and she appreciated it. As much as she wanted to jump into pleasure and the blessed relief that she’d gain, she still felt that damn sense of wrongness in the pit of her stomach. It was throwing her off balance and making her angry, nervous… hurt.

He leaned down, his long dark hair brushing over her cheek as he whispered, “How would you like me to take care of you? I can smell your desire. Do you want more than a massage, little one?”

Her skin tingled as his hot breath touched her sensitive ear.

She swallowed back the trepidation and answered, “Yes.” So far her desire wasn’t being picky, his hands felt good. She was certain she’d be able to get relief from him, and she was going to see it through and hate Dorian for it later.

He gave her a wink. “I’ll go slow.”

She watched him take off his silk pants and vest to display a lean, muscular body and long cock. His chest was darkly bronzed and beautiful. She hated herself for comparing it to Dorian’s, whose shoulders were so much wider, with tattoos that were mouthwatering as hell. She wanted to see what details were hidden in the blue ink.

A look at the Kairos’ body showed no markings, just smooth, tanned flesh. She attempted a last mental pep talk, closing her eyes to the differences in the male’s body from the one she craved.

She’d been with two males in her life. Not the huge numbers Alyssa teased her about. Both were Aletheia she’d met at the yearly Emfanisi, a Realm-wide event that anyone of age attended. It was the way Immortals found potential mates. It was also a big event full of all kinds of sexual invitations. The first year she attended, she had been naïve and excited about dressing up and actually finding a mate. When she and Alyssa arrived, she’d found no mate waiting to whisk her away to a beautiful eternity. That had been a very youthful, far-fetched fantasy. Instead of a mate, she was faced with plenty of hot, sexy males who were more than willing to help her forget what fate had denied her.

She hadn’t been ready to give herself completely that first year, but the next she’d gone back and seen the same male. The disappointment was stronger after two failed attempts. She’d known it had always been a microscopic possibility, but that second trip changed things. She decided that she would enjoy and live her mortal life to the absolute fullest. Take whatever pleasures life offered her. She’d given Ryce her virginity that year. He’d been playful and seductive, but she’d felt like the experience lacked something. It had been pleasurable and enjoyable after getting used to it, but not what she’d dreamed. In the end her sexual encounters had been a once-a-year deal that left her not nearly as satisfied as she’d hoped. It had never been mind-blowing.

Would the fact that her body was on fire from the mating frenzy make sex incredible no matter who took her? She hoped so. She watched as Cesaro stroked his long cock. She sat up on her elbows in the narrow bed as he leaned in and caressed his thumb over her cheek. She felt the sensation of being watched again. It hit her at odd times. Most often it hit as she was getting herself off, but the last occurrence was while she was in the water with Alyssa. Only for a split second, but enough that it creeped her out.

It was an unsettling feeling as she watched Cesaro’s hands slide from her neck down to her swollen breasts. She looked at his bronzed skin against her much paler flesh, hopeful that the paranoia would leave. His thumbs flicked over the tight nubs, and she groaned at the same time an animalistic roar filled her head. She shot up and covered her ears with her palms. She saw Cesaro’s mouth moving, but couldn’t hear a word the male was saying until the noise cut off. Her head buzzed from the sudden silence. What the fuck was that? Was madness settling in, or maybe it was her body’s way of rebelling against the touch of a male that wasn’t her mate?

Cesaro’s hands came up to her shoulders. “What’s wrong?” His dark eyes shone with concern.

“I don’t know. I—” Her words were cut off by the sound of the door slamming open, the opening filled with a furious Dorian in jeans and a bright orange tee shirt. The sleeves were ripped off, showing his massive tattooed shoulders, and she heated for a split second, even more as the scent of him filtered in. He narrowed his eyes at Cesaro. He looked ready to rip the male to pieces. Cesaro’s hands immediately left her and went up. Rain grabbed the sheet to cover her breasts as she stood with her back to the poor Kairos that seemed both shocked and horrified.

With both hands holding the flimsy material to her skin and a bright flush covering her body, she demanded, “What the hell are you doing here?” Then it all clicked in place, and she narrowed her eyes. That feeling of being watched… “You asshole! You’ve been spying on me?” Her voice was sharp, more likely shrill, in the small room.

Dorian looked between her and Cesaro as if deciding which prey to unleash his rage on. Without another word she was tossed over his shoulder and carted out of there with her bare ass in the air. The end of the sheet came up to cover her from view, and her breath left in a rush. She was slightly relieved not to have her ass and pussy out for the world to see, but she was still furious. She was boiling with so much anger and shock she didn’t know where to start as she held the fabric over her breasts. She flushed when she looked up and saw Tynan, his dark brows raised high, but she shook her head. She was glad he hadn’t tried to intervene. Dorian was too unstable to deal with anyone getting in his way; she swore she heard him growl. Felt it vibrate through his body. She wasn’t sure why she thought she was capable of handling him. Maybe because she wasn’t rational either, and she planned to take a chunk out of his ass the minute they didn’t have an audience.

Alyssa came out of a door by the exit, and Rain caught her wide-eyed look. She started to come toward them, and Rain motioned her away too. She would have it out with the asshole once and for all, and she didn’t want to stay over his damn shoulder any longer than she fucking had to. It was hard and jolting her with every step. She silently fumed, but didn’t fight. She was saving her strength for the battle to come.

The minute he had her outside, they ported away.

They reformed a second later, and she was forced to squeeze her thighs together as she moaned in frustration. It was like no teleport she’d ever experienced. She gasped for breath, feeling wild with need.

He let out a single word. “Fuck!” His grip changed, and he moved so fast she felt dizzy. His hands massaged her thighs and ass as her stomach pushed into his shoulder.

She was mindless as she wiggled against him. Her arousal from before was nothing compared to what it felt like after their bodies had combined. At least that’s what it felt like when they’d teleported to wherever the hell they were. For a split second they’d become one being, and she’d never imagined something so intense. She was desperate for release. She tried to fight it, knowing she was losing the battle as he removed the sheet from where his arm held it over her. His lips and tongue trailed over her hip and the side of her ass, leaving tingles all over her flesh down to her pussy, which was exposed to the sea air.

She was losing her mind; soon she’d beg for his mouth and cock. “Put me down!” she demanded, but knew the words hadn’t come out the way she’d hoped. Her voice was too shaky, too damn needy. She might want him more than her next breath, but she had no intention of just letting him embarrass her and cart her around like luggage.

She heard the sound of falling water as he completely ignored her demand and carried her through a doorway. She couldn’t see much from her vantage point. A few steps more and they were in a cavern room. It was dark, the walls made of stone. A light switched on as he tossed her onto a big soft bed. She looked around quickly as she bounced on the overly large, four-poster bed. The water she’d heard was flowing over an entire wall and washing away in a tiny stream. She saw two doorways and knew she needed to get to one immediately. Just as she wondered if she could make it, she saw his bright orange shirt flying across the room. Turning, she was faced with the sight of his naked torso and nearly swallowed her tongue.