Authors: Casey Moss
As
she stared at him through tear-smudged lashes, she witnessed him yank off the
mask. The scale skinned face of Tavis gazed down upon her. “Tavis,” her voice
scratched out in alarm. She tumbled backward, hastily crab-crawling away from
the man, her mouth opening and closing like a goldfish hungry for its meager
flakes.
“Oh my God, no.”
Tavis
scrambled to the floor, reaching out to her. “Faith, it’s me. It’s Tavis. We
had to put me in disguise to throw Buzz and his cronies off track.
Also to hide my deformed skin.
I’m sorry for the deception.
Honey, please calm down.”
Calming
her agitated breath and racing heart, she scrutinized the dark haired, dark
eyed version of Tavis. The man appeared clearly worried and then it hit her.
Dolon.
His long tresses were mussed up and not the right
color, but the concern, the crinkles around the eyes, the love emanating from
him, was all Dolon. Tavis was Dolon. Dolon Tavis.
“Something’s
wrong,” she mentioned and cupped his cheek in her hand. “You…you’re Dolon, but
different.”
He
turned his head to the side, plucked the pieces of colored plastic from his
eyes and when he turned back, he held the lenses out to her in the palm of his
hand.
She
hesitantly picked up a moist, brown tinted lens, examined it for a few seconds,
then
gazed into the most beautiful eyes she had ever
seen in her waking hours.
“Oh
it is you.
Tavis, my love, my Dolon.”
She took his
face in her hands and crushed her lips to his.
As
their mouths opened and tongues entwined, his arms went around her. A warm
flush of lust washed through her. Tavis was with her now, her mind recited.
Tavis, who, from what her sister said, wanted her, sexy Tavis with his rockin’
long hair, wondrous green eyes and no messy make up or scratchy ski mask. Her
fingers raked though his soft, silky locks. She deepened the kiss. Faith felt
like she could float away in pleasure, but the cool linoleum beneath her bare
legs kept her grounded.
She
slid her hand from his hair to his back, crushing his body to her. His left
hand slipped beneath her tank top and between their bodies to knead her breast.
His palm and fingers stroked and traced over her nipple, bringing it to a solid
tip. Gently he rolled the nub between his finger and thumb.
Faith
sighed into his mouth. He broke off the kiss and repositioned her body, pulling
her legs straight out. She propped herself up on her elbows and watched as he
undid the fastenings of her shorts then pulled both her shorts and panties
down. He spread her legs, sat between them and peered at her crotch with a
hungry grin. Her nerves trilled with anticipation and exhilaration, causing a
heightened sense of euphoria.
He
dipped his head and sucked on her clit. Letting the nub slide from his lips,
his tongue extended and licked her crotch down to her ass and back. Faith
writhed under his mouth, the floor cold against her buttocks, his tongue hot in
her canal. No matter how foreign the sensations, she didn’t pull away. Instead
she pushed herself closer, encouraging his ardor. Tavis edged a finger into the
tight opening of her anus.
She
gasped at the unexpected intrusion and wiggled. Tavis stopped her with a hand
on her hip, his tongue in her vaginal cleft and inserted the finger a bit
further in. He worked her canal with his tongue and her ass with his finger.
Waves of blissful fire billowed through her. She rolled her top up and exposed
her breasts, clutching and groping them with her hands.
He
pulled from her and kneeled between her legs, his hands resting on her knees, making
lazy circles on her with his fingertips. She gazed up at him, continuing to play
with the hard nubs of her breasts.
“My
beautiful, Faith,” he said with heavy breaths. “You’re hot for me. Do you want
me as much as I want you?”
“Of course I want
you, my love.”
Lifemate…bond life forces
,
her inner voice whispered. “I can’t take any more of this teasing. I want you
to be mine. I want us to exchange our life forces and finally be the bonded
mates we were meant to be. Please, Tavis, take me now. Don’t let any more
wasted time pass.”
He smiled broadly,
undid the button and zipper of his pants and shucked them faster than she
thought was possible. A brief twinge of fear tweaked her mind when he
positioned himself between her legs, and she saw how large his penis really
was. Dreaming of a huge cock and seeing one in person were two totally
different things. Would he fit? Could she really accommodate his great mass? Her
inner voice reminded her she was with her love and all would be all right. Her
apprehension dwindled quickly.
Sliding forward to
position himself, his hands on either side of her arms, the tip of his penis
was poised and ready at her opening. “I love you, Faith.”
“I love you, too,
Tavis.”
Just as his name
ended, he thrust into her. The sharp slice of pain from him taking her
virginity tore through her. She cried out. Tears formed and streamed down her
cheeks. Faith jerked her hips and tried to push him from her.
“Be still, Faith. The
discomfort will pass,” he insisted after gulping some air.
“Discomfort?
You’ve got to be joking,” she grit out. “Have you ever been ripped in half with
a serrated knife? No, I think not.” She bucked again to shove him off her, but
with no luck.
“Faith, just give it
a moment or two.”
Suddenly
disenchanted with the experience she did as he bid and settled as best she
could. A sigh of frustration passed through her lips. She closed her eyes.
Tavis’s mouth
latched on to her right nipple. He teased the peak with his tongue. Tingles of
pleasure returned and trickled up and down her body. She shifted to give him
more access to her breast. A delightful sensation stirred in her muscles around
his cock. She circled her hips slightly.
“Faith,” he
cautioned,
his breath hot and teasing around her breast.
“It’s okay now,” she
said, her voice soothing as she gently rocked him. “It actually feels quite
nice.”
As he suckled on one
tit and caressed the other, she slowly
undulated
her
hips, letting his thick shaft slide in and out of her canal. Faith pulled
Tavis’s head toward hers. Before their lips joined, she caught sight of their
beautiful and glorious amber and turquoise colors streaming above them just
like in her dream. She kissed Tavis with a renewed passion, instinctively knowing
they were mated now. Their colors and life force had joined and nothing would
be able to break them apart anymore.
He pulled out of her
vagina. She moaned with disappointment into his mouth. With a slight chuckle
and a tug with his teeth on her lower lip, he thrust in. Her hips rose to meet
him in desperate yearning for release. As he delved in deeper, she believed
he’d hit her center, her soul. The love she felt for him engulfed her whole
being. Each movement increased the fire burning within her. She dug her nails
into his back and let herself fall into the abyss of sexual satisfaction. Soon
after, she experienced the passionate heat of his release inside her.
He relaxed on top of
her. She held him, stroking his back, feeling the moist sections of his shirt,
and closed her eyes.
Together they napped
on the cool kitchen floor in each other’s arms. For that brief space in time,
Faith enjoyed a dreamless respite.
PART
EIGHT
Hope’s
Bonding
Chapter Seventeen
Hope stirred
and stretched. Cool cotton sheets soft beneath the skin of her arms and legs
slid against her. With a throaty yawn
,
she opened her eyes to the bright sunlit room. Realizing it might
be close to midday, she checked the clock on her nightstand. It confirmed she
was correct in her assumption. Lengthening her body beneath her comforter, she
assessed her torso and limbs.
Sore from dancing, but not much
else.
The night before must have been a dream.
She rolled over and fluffed her pillow under her head. Her eyes
trained on a man sitting in a chair near the door.
She bolted
upright, clawing the covers against her, blinking at the figure who was smiling
at her. Hope rubbed her sleep weary eyes with the heels of her hands and looked
back at the intruder.
“Alden?”
“Good morning,
Hope,” he said in the
sultry,
deep voice she loved so much. “Did you sleep well?”
“Den,”
she exclaimed in a euphoric shriek and bounded out of bed. “How did you find
me?” Hope hopped onto his lap and threw her arms around his neck.
He returned
her hug and smoothed down her overly large tee-shirt which had ridden up her
stomach and back. “A contact tracked me down after he saved you last night.
Since you were running late getting to the cafe, your friends came
looking for you.
Ruby was with the group. Between her and my contact,
they realized who you were and then gave me a call. I came straight away.”
“God, Alden.” Hope
held his face between her hands. “I’ve missed you so much.”
“I’ve missed
you, too, love.”
Her gaze
peered into his. Images of shamrock green fields and
sapphire seas and sensations of
better and easier times filled her mind. H
er soul warmed
and sighed. She felt in his embrace as if she had come home to rest after a
long and arduous journey.
Rainbow colors
radiated outward from them. Ignoring her signs of detox, her lips descended
upon his. She drank in the pleasure and taste of him as her tongue explored his
mouth, gliding along his teeth, his lips and back to meet and spar with his.
Her mind reveled in the kiss’s velvet warmth.
Hope tried to
get even closer to him. She wanted to get inside him, partake of his power and
strength,
become
one with him. Delighting in his
passion, she liked how he returned her kisses with his own zeal. The extent of
his enthusiasm nudged the bottom of her leg. She sank deeper into him, exerting
one last sprint kiss of her own ardor.
Withdrawing
slightly and resting her forehead against his, she caught her breath. “I’m so
happy you found me,” she whispered. “If only you hadn’t fallen for Buzz’s fake portal.”
She laid her head upon his shoulder.
“You know of
that, do you?”
“Yeah.”
Hope nuzzled her
cheek along his neck. “I found out about it from one of his friends the night
before I escaped.”
“Believe me, love, I was so pissed at myself for being
duped by Buzz’s trickery. The portal seemed so r
eal.
By the time I made it back to your parents’ house, though, Buzz
had already absconded with you.” His arms banded tighter around her. “I met
with your family. Told them I’d track you down. There were times I could have
sworn I felt your pain and loneli
ness
,
but I couldn’t pinpoint where
you were. Buzz had covered his tracks well.”
“So how did your contact come about being in the same place
I was?” She stroked her fingers through his long, silky hair.
“He caught
your show, which will be a matter of discussion at a different time
,
young lady.
How come you didn’t go straight home when you escaped from that guy’s clutches?
You took a bit of a detour
,
didn’t you?”
“Umm, yeah, I
guess you can say that. I didn’t mean to.” Recalling the place called limbo
junction and the people in it sent shivers down her spine. “Believe
me,
I won’t be making that mistake again. So,” she paused
and trailed kisses along his neck, “how do I repay your contact for saving me?”
“There’s no
need to repay him, love. I believe in karma. I know he’ll be repaid in some
fashion someday.”
“That doesn’t
seem fair. Karma can take a long time.” Slowly, she slid off his lap and rested
on her knees before him. “Shouldn’t he get some kind of payment now? Or what if
I pay you, and then I can feel like karma can bank the goodness for him?”
“And what kind
of remuneration are you considering?” He questioned as he gazed down upon her.
She removed
the tee-shirt she had thrown on after her shift the night before. A satin,
burgundy colored bra pushed up her breasts into two rounded hills of flesh. Hope
undid the button of his jeans, leisurely inched the zipper down and freed his
penis from the confines of his clothing. With a casual air about her, she
gently kissed and
licked the head of his cock. It
grew thick and heavy in her hand.
Above her
,
he sucked
in a quick stream of breath.
Spurred on by his
arousal, she smiled and l
apped his elongated shaft down to his balls
,
then back up to its head.
He pushed his
palms against her shoulders, and forced her back onto her haunches.
“Whoa there,
you don’t have to do that,” he said while arranging himself back into his
pants. “You don’t have to repay me in that way.”