Tor shoved from the desk and paced the room like a caged animal. In a sense, he fit the description. His insides swirled with a need he desperately tried to deny. Heat surged to the surface. Every ounce of him burned white hot with desire.
By the Goddess Nirvana, give me strength.
Tor gritted his teeth and prayed even harder.
Chapter Six
A vision of pure beauty lay on the island in the center of his tub. The occasional peek of a nipple through the water made him hunger to nip the little bud between his teeth and tug until the full mound of her breast filled his mouth. Hours of pacing, locked in his office, did nothing to cool his desire. The carnal urge to be inside Deveney weakened his resistance.
Earlier, his refusal to bend turned to anger and he’d snapped at anyone who spoke to him or crossed his path. The realization they deserved better from him guilted him into leaving the self-imposed prison of his office, knowing he’d accomplished no progressive work this day. Not with the exquisitely painful, never-ending erection he suffered. All because of her. Forced images of death and dismemberment didn’t soften his cock. Her beauty etched itself inside his head and her essence had seeped into his veins.
Seeing her broke the last tattered ties of restraint from him and switched him into predator mode. Stealthlike, he slipped naked into the tub without waking her. No splash did he make, nor a wake of a ripple in the water. Surprise would be the element that gave him the upper hand when it came to this version of their sensual experience. The closer he got, the more he tried to convince himself they were just two bodies seeking pleasure. Sex, nothing more. No mating ritual. Just sex.
This time he’d rule their pleasure, not her. His nipples still ached from the bites she’d given them. Hot water soothed the sting of the nail marks down his back as he swam. Those pains were minor compared to the knot of his balls and the tension in his rock-hard cock at the moment. The jutting pinnacle between his thighs acted like a rudder and guided him toward his goal. The naked woman belonged to him even if he fought the mating ritual.
The image of his inner beast growled inside his head. Pure feminine scent saturated his senses. Lust filled him. He needed to taste her, touch her and fuck her. The mind-controlling, cock-hardening magical vise of the Morphionian mating ritual grabbed control of his soul.
Though every ounce of him craved her, he knew he’d have to send her back. He’d have to honor her wishes of wanting to return home. Tor squeezed his eyes shut. That problem waited for another day. For now, he’d lost command of the situation. Magic drove him forward. Desire roared through his being. Sex topped his agenda. Nothing else mattered.
Tor swam to the lily-pad-shaped island in the center. Long strands of her hair floating behind her tickled his nose and he almost sneezed, but managed to stifle it. Twice around the pad gave him enough intel to determine his plan of action. With the momentum of a salmon swimming upstream to spawn, he sprang from the water and landed on all fours over his woman. He captured her scream with his mouth, swallowing it as his demanding kiss crushed her lips.
He knew the moment she realized his identity. Her hands slid up his arms and linked behind his neck. The panic of being awakened so abruptly morphed into a heated hello. Tongues combated as each tried to rule their kiss. Tor refused to back down to her attempt to dominate. He removed his tongue from her mouth and nipped at her lower lip. Before she retaliated, he moved from her mouth to her breasts.
The tease of those luscious nipples just beneath the surface made him nip and tug from one beaded cherry to the next. His teeth grazed her flesh as he suckled one perfect mound in deep, then returned to her nipple. Deveney gasped and bucked, letting him know she liked it. He gifted the other breast in similar fashion, except when he returned to the nipple he held it taut between his teeth and gave it a gentle, playful tug.
“Tor.”
The breathless sound of his name on her lips made his cock twitch. Tor slid down her body, nipping and teasing a hot trail beneath the water’s surface. When he reached her navel, he jabbed the tip of his tongue in the tiny orifice. As if the two areas were connected by a taut nerve, Deveney’s pelvis lifted.
Tor shifted onto his knees between her legs. He gathered the back of a thigh in each hand and lifted her legs. Inch by inch, he licked and kissed the tender flesh from one knee to mid-thigh. He hesitated at the unusual Mystic Star shape on the inside of her left thigh, then traced the brand with the tip of his tongue. A bolt of pure energy traveled his tongue and followed a straight path to his balls. His sac clenched tight and he gasped, stilled for a moment by the surprisingly exquisite sensual pain.
When her fingers skimmed her abdomen to her clit, he responded. He hooked an ankle on his shoulder and captured her wrist.
“Don’t touch.” His voice was gravelly and harsh as he spoke, leveling his gaze on hers.
He liked the defiant spark in her pupils as she hesitated to follow his command. When he lifted her other ankle to his opposite shoulder, her gaze softened and a sexy smile crossed her lips. Tor released her wrist to cup her bottom in both hands. Umm. Pliant, round and perfect. He massaged the globes as he positioned her closer to his face. She weighed nothing in his grip as he held her above the water for his inspection.
The sight of her caressing her breasts nearly made him come undone. But the challenge in her eyes fueled his willpower. Determination rippled through him. He claimed this game as master, not she, and he intended to prove it.
Pure feminine arousal filled each intake of air. Hot pink perfection, ripe and ready for him to taste, hovered near his lips. One rough lick from anus to clit made her shudder in his hands. Moisture glistened on her pussy lips and he couldn’t resist.
Tor sampled the feast she offered. Both heels dug into the back of his shoulders, urging him to delve his tongue in deep. The sweetest, most addictive flavor coated his tongue. Plunge after plunge, he lapped her pink flesh, drinking in her juices. When he sucked her clit in between his teeth, then released before sinking his tongue in as far as he could, she screamed his name as she spasmed and shook in his hands.
“You are delicious,” he stated on a hot breath against her clit as he stared down her body into her hazy gaze.
Slow and deliberate, Tor lowered her legs, not releasing her ardent stare. He ran his hands in a tender caress from her hips to mid-back and lifted her upright into a seated position. Deveney’s legs landed perfectly on either side of his hips. The wicked arch of her brow told him she knew exactly what she did to him. It nearly killed him to hold her ready entrance millimeters above the head of his cock. But he refused to relinquish control when she squirmed, trying to seat herself on his shaft.
“Tell me what you want, Deveney,” he rasped, grappling at the last shred of control.
He wanted her on his cock just as bad as she wanted to be there. Both arms bunched as he fought her subtle effort to take over. The slight brush of moist, puffy lips to the swollen head of his shaft had him clenching his teeth against his inner beast’s demand to take her.
“You know what I want, Tor.” The teasing pout of her lower lip made him hunger to suckle it into his mouth, but he resisted.
“Tell me what you want, Deveney, or you may not get it.” He cocked an eyebrow and tried his best to look demanding. Every ounce of him wanted to fuck her and he wasn’t sure how much longer he’d wait. But he needed to hear her say it, to tell him what she wanted.
Deveney leaned forward, linked her fingers behind his neck and pressed her breasts into the tight golden curls on his chest. The sensation of her nipples against his flesh made his cock shift and his heart thump. Hot shivers riveted down his spine when she traced his ear with the tip of her tongue.
“I want you to fuck me, Tor,” she whispered. “I want you to bury that thick, hard cock of yours in my pussy and fuck me until I can’t take any more.” She leveled her molten gaze on his and ran her tongue across his lips. “I want you to fuck me right now.”
Tor lost the battle of resistance. He gripped her hips tight as his cock found home deep within her slick heat. Their mouths interlocked in a hot, wet kiss. Their bodies fell into perfect harmony. The rush to fuck shifted into a slow, sensual dance in the water.
Each glide of Deveney as she rode him gifted his solid shaft with tender caresses of her inner muscles. Tor massaged her bottom, easing her up and down, filling her to the hilt with each upward thrust of his hips. This was the way he wanted to bathe from this day forth, with a woman riding him into oblivion.
Not just any woman would do. He hated to admit it as she nipped his lower lip and suckled it into her mouth. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the water change color to a deep sea blue and knew the magic between them increased. If they were mated Morphionians, the magic would strengthen with each mating.
Disappointment threatened to sink his momentary happiness. Deveney belonged to a different world, not him. He needed to end this, but couldn’t. Not tonight. Tonight, he wanted one last time in her arms. Tomorrow, he told himself, he’d regain his senses and be once again the rational leader of his people and not some sex-crazed male.
At least that’s what he hoped.
Slow and deep, he eased his shaft back and forth. Her soft moans urged him on. Their heat reflected in the deepening shades of the stones in the Amulet of Perception. When her head tilted back, he lavished a long lick up the throb of the life vein in her neck. Stars shot behind his closed lids and the sound of her heartbeat pounded in his ears. The last thread of control unraveled.
Her nails dug into his shoulders as he shifted from slow and easy to fast and hard. Each upward thrust lifted her, causing her breasts to bounce. The amulet pulsed bright. Chills shot down his abdomen. Water splashed in wakes around them when their stride increased to rapid. He couldn’t get enough. Deeper and deeper, harder and harder he drove into her welcoming heat.
“Tor! Oh god, Tor, I’m coming.” Her scream echoed, touching his pride. She screamed for him.
Water rolled in waves around them as he continued to fuck her. Deveney belonged to him, if only for tonight. He knew the moment her orgasm hit. Her inner muscles tightened, gripping his cock. Hot juices cascaded around his sheathed shaft. Tiny ripples massaged from head to base, coaxing him into his own orgasm. With her seated to the hilt, he reached his release. Deveney collapsed into his arms.
He placed gentle kisses upon her brow and closed eyelids as she milked him dry of his seed. He knew he should’ve pulled out, but not one ounce wanted to lift her and free his cock from her encompassing warmth. Their juices combined and he sensed the sizzle of the magic. He couldn’t do this again. Each time he filled her with his seed it strengthened the chakra bond.
Tor nuzzled her hair. His eyes opened as a thought slapped his conscience. Had he impregnated this woman? The heat of need led him to be reckless with his release. Several times during their sexual encounters, he’d filled Deveney. Tor swallowed hard. Many Morphionian women were pregnant by the end of the mating ritual. The magi considered it a sign of a strong magical bond.
Only lifemates produced cubs. Deveney wasn’t a Morphionian nor did she belong here and wanted to go home, thus she couldn’t be his mate. They weren’t mated, he reasoned. They had sex. Albeit, great sex, it was still
just
sex. The signs their magic combined were tricks of a tired mind… His tired mind. He desperately tried to convince himself as he eased from her silken heat.
But deep down, he knew the truth though he refused to admit it. She belonged with him.
* * * * *
When a crushing kiss woke Deveney, she started to fight until she realized it was Tor. His flavor filled her mouth, igniting a hunger only he could sate. That thick rod of his brushed her lower abdomen and she trembled.
He took command and she let him. The way he ravished her mouth, then her breasts, invigorated her soul. Did he know how horny he made her? Instantly, she wanted his cock. Foreplay wasn’t a necessity. But he didn’t give her a chance to speak. Instead, he ruled her body with his touch, his tongue and his teeth.
She liked the forceful way he took control, locking her legs across his shoulders, pinning her on her back. His demand that she belonged to him sent waves of moisture to pool in her core. When he traced the birthmark on her inner thigh, heat radiated to her pussy, up to her breasts and jutted her nipples into sharp points. Deveney gasped. Never had anyone traced that spot. The sensations from the touch of his tongue were phenomenal, making every ounce of her tremble and her sexual need for him skyrocketed.
She came the moment his tongue jabbed in deep. The more he lapped and sucked, the more her juices filled his mouth. He worked magic with his teeth, lips and tongue and she prayed he’d never stop. But when he lowered her into a seated position, hovering over his magnificent cock, she changed her mind.
Though she liked the way he thrilled her with his mouth, she wanted to ride him long and hard. One glance into his hooded gaze and she knew he wanted it too. Why wait? His words were demanding and she realized he played a game of control. She tried to tease him but couldn’t hold out. His will was stronger…this time. She gave in to his demand. In the sexiest tone she could muster, she told him what she wanted and did her best not to sound as if she begged.
But if it got his cock inside her faster, she’d beg.
The words “I want you to fuck me right now” barely crossed her lips when he granted her wish. Glorious sparks shot up her spine as her inner muscles stretched to accommodate his size. Though her sex was still tender, she wouldn’t stop. Pain gave way to pleasure with each thrust of his shaft.