Tempting Ecstasy (The Guardians of the Realms Book 4) (17 page)

She inhaled deeply of him and clenched her teeth at how damned possessive her wolf was. She took in his earthy scent as her eyes moved to his firm sexy lips. She didn’t hear much of the words her sisters spoke, not with her beast’s snarls filling her mind. Her wolf wanted her to go to him. She lifted her eyes to his and was almost singed by the fire there.

It sucked the breath from her lungs. Her gaze fell to the bulge pulling his zipper tight. Images of just how beautiful that part of him was: thick, long, a proud male covered in come. For her. Her eyes flashed; her beast was slipping its leash. She looked up and saw that he was breathing her in, his low growl barely audible, but she was tuned to him, heard it. Her sisters chattered in the background, but she wasn’t processing any of it. She should be embarrassed, but was too out of her mind to feel anything but the draw to him. His nostrils flared and his eyes flashed and quickly darkened as they snared her.

After long tense minutes, he shook his head. His voice was a deep rasp. “I have more work to do, but Jax is bringing clothes. Sometime in the morning I’ll take you all for a run. If you’re up for it.” He issued it as a challenge and his lips curved, but his nostrils were still flaring and his breathing was too rough. It was a mask of casual playfulness.

“Where?” Her voice was husky.

“The mountain outside the manor.” He took another deep breath, and his eyes slid over her face.

She felt his power gently gliding over her right cheek and jaw, moving to trace the lines of her lip and then caressing the bottom one. Her tongue darted out to wet the area, wishing his fingers were there, his mouth. His eyes shot up to hers.

He groaned and nodded before giving her one last promise-filled look. She clenched her fists, the pull to follow him was strong. She imagined finally sliding her fingers under his shirt to the taut skin beneath. Now that she’d seen what was under there, she couldn’t stop from picturing it again in her mind.

“Wow, down girl,” Zoe said.

She groaned and closed her eyes as her sisters laughed at her heated face. It was getting worse. She barely even registered her sisters’ presence as she let him fluster her. She hoped to hell it was easier being around him when they were outside running.

She spent the next hours before going to bed processing information. They’d learned about Tetartos, its cities, the Mageia who’d relocated to or had been born in the Realm, the different Immortal races she’d known a little about already. The problem was that her thoughts kept going back to Conn no matter where they started. She shook it off.

The Guardians were treating her and her sisters as guests, for now. Would it all change at some point?

She rubbed the bridge of her nose. At least the shower and new clothes seemed to help. That and the scent of Mia’s stew filling the suite helped calm her beast. Bags had been all over the living room when they’d come from the kitchen. Not just hers, but her sisters’. The Guardians had tracked down the house and had to know about Gunn. He had a room there, which meant his scent was there too. Isa warned their brothers away from both homes.

Her eldest sister lay next to her in the bed. She was glad not to be with Zoe and Mia. They would have cuddled her right onto the floor and she just couldn’t sleep confined like that. Isa wasn’t nearly as clingy.

“Are you okay?” Isa asked as she turned onto her back, her sister obviously having just as much trouble sleeping.

“I don’t know,” she said honestly. “My beast wants him.”

“We
all
know that.” Her face heated as Isa chuckled next to her. “I know they’re not telling us everything, but my wolf isn’t on edge. It’s me that distrusts it all. I’m not happy that they just took us from our home without asking, but I understand their reasons, marginally. I’m not sure it would have killed them to let us get things settled. Bastian made comments that indicated he was confident we’d be happier here. Moving us like that was a total arrogant male play. Something our idiot brothers would have done.” Her sister sighed.

They lay there for a while before Isa spoke again. “Caution is good.
If
you can fight the compulsion. We won’t think less of you if you can’t hold out. It’s obvious how strong the pull is, for both of you. There were impressions in the door moldings from how hard he was holding back.” There was a smile in Isa’s voice.

She nodded, knowing her sister would see it in the dark. She’d seen the indents from his arms, and they’d made her feel slightly better. “It’s intense. If I hadn’t been so panicked at his intrusion in the house, I probably would have lost the fight then. It’s taking every bit of strength to fight it, and I know I’ll lose eventually.” There was no way she’d hold out if things continued to build the way they were, and even if she could, would he? He’d given her this choice when he’d taken her other ones away. Would he be able to stick to his word? She hoped so. It was something he needed to do to earn her trust, her respect.

“It probably won’t be such a bad thing when you do lose it,” Isa said softly, making Dacia turn her head, surprised. Her sister just gave a small smile.

“I watched the subtleties in Bastian’s features when he explained the mating. There was reverence in his eyes. He said that we only get one. I’ve lived thousands of years, Dacia, but still haven’t lived half their lives. I won’t lie, it gave me a twinge of hope. It’s the reason I’ve searched so hard for the other Immortals. For the chance at having children. I had you three, helped our mother raise Zoe and Mia, then the three of us raised you, but when they died, that meant no other babies were coming. None that I could pretend were mine.” She puffed out a breath. “I want that. I think Mia and Zoe do too, though just having a male might be enough to make them happy. You could have so much with Conn, not that I’m saying babies need to be your dream.” Isa grinned at her. “Another thing, my animal isn’t feeling anything sinister from any of them. I do think holding out is good. Make him prove himself worthy beyond all that power.” Isa chuckled.

Dacia’s stomach was tied up in knots. Oh, how tempting it was, to challenge him, learn him. It was the rest that twisted her up. She’d never imagined having children, never even allowed such a possibility to cross her mind. She hadn’t even found a male she was willing to touch until now. Her sisters had tried with humans, well before she was born; even their dead siblings were said to have tried over and over and gotten nowhere.

Their brothers just screwed for the fun of it; their beasts didn’t discriminate in the least. She stretched her neck, not liking the thought of never seeing them again. She loved them, rough exteriors and all, but she and her sisters planned to protect them if they could. Let them have the option the Guardians hadn’t afforded the four of them. They would be fine in Earth if Tetartos turned out to be a horrible and dangerous place. Conn may know about Gunn, but that didn’t mean he’d find her brother.

She and Isa drifted off into thoughtful silence, both staring at the ceiling until Conn’s voice slid into her mind.
Are you sleeping, princess?
Just that was enough to turn the dull arousal, her new constant state, into harsh need. Her eyes closed as he washed through her mind.

No,
she responded.
Where are you?

Just getting into bed.
There was a hint of wickedness in his mental voice.
Wanna keep me company, Dacia? Just your voice in my mind makes me itch to play with you. You left me in a state of damned torture. All that fucking fire is driving me crazy.

You were the one who got me hot in front of my sisters,
she snapped, still uncomfortable with that particular truth.

Staring at my dick was not the way to cool things down, princess.

Her nipples hardened and she bit her lip
.

I worked with a hard-on for hours, replaying this image.
The sight of her spread out at the edge of the pool slid into her mind.
It’s burned into my mind, Dacia. You can’t imagine how much I wanted to crawl between those beautiful legs and never leave. I want to bury my face and tongue in your sweet cunt and stay there until I’ve eaten my fill.

Her passage tightened as her skin flushed hot; the images mixed with his words were driving her wild.

How did you do that?
Even her mental voice sounded breathless, but she was awed too. She’d never received images in her mind, and oh, how she wanted to send some of her own.

She heard his low laugh through their link.
If you can’t send them now, you’ll be able to eventually. Once we start the frenzy and complete the mating, your abilities will meld with mine.

No one had mentioned that part yet. There was so much she still needed to learn. Before she could ask more, he was sliding more images to her; these were ones he’d made up. They were of her on her knees, on her back, in his lap with his mouth sucking and nipping at her breasts.

The things you do to me. Fuck. I’m going to destroy you, princess. I’ll toy with you, tempt you, and give you everything you never knew to ask for.
Oh God, he was not doing this. Image after image, but always back to her flushed and wet, using her fingers to spread herself wide for his eyes.

She groaned and shot out of the bed. “I’m going to take a shower,” she told her sister and beelined for the bathroom. She heard her sister snort, “Good idea,” before the door shut and she had the water running.

She saw her flushed face in the mirror between the images running in her mind like live porn featuring her as the star. She ripped off her tee shirt and yoga shorts. Her dark hair fell in tousled waves down around her back and chest, partially covering her swollen breasts. She looked like a wild female ready for her male. She tried a few times to secure the image in her head and send it. Finally, it worked and she heard him growl. He’d teased her, and it was only fair to return the favor.

Was she playing with him? She’d never felt the giddy rush running through her body. She wanted more; it was addicting. She sent him the image that had been haunting her, the one of him covered in come. He groaned.

You liked watching me stroke my cock, princess?

Yes.

I’m doing it now with all the images of you writhing and wet. I wish you’d come to my room and never leave.

Her breath caught and she bit her lip. It was too much temptation.

Get up on the counter. Face the mirror on your knees. I want to see more as I stroke my dick.

She turned the water down to cool so that the mirror wouldn’t fog. She wasn’t even sure the noise hid what she was doing.

Show me what you’re doing,
she demanded.

His fingers were wrapped around his cock, pulling at the hard shaft. She saw the rippled expanse of his stomach, down thick thighs, all the way to his beautiful manly feet.

He chuckled before she realized she was cataloguing his body through the link. She flushed.
I’m glad my appearance gets you hot, princess. Show me what you’re doing.

She thought for a second. Never had she felt like this, it was thrilling. Her sister’s words played in her mind; Isa was right, he should work for it. She tilted her head for a second, then laid a towel on the stone counter before getting up there. There wasn’t a lot of room with the sink, but enough for her to sit back on her heels. It was a tease. He wouldn’t be able to see everything, just enough. She pushed her hair back and used her palms to lift her breasts up and together. She looked wild and flushed; her eyes were a bright gold. Biting her lip, she sent the link. Easier than it had been before, but she wasn’t sure she was equipped to play this game with him.

He groaned.
Fuck, Dacia. I wish you’d come to me.

She wanted to. Damn, did she want to, but if she did, it was over.
No. Play with me like this until we come.

You remember your promise.
Her body heated at the seductive slide of his words.

Yes.
She moaned.

Nothing inside you but me. Not until I take you; then we’ll play. Then I’ll do things you’ve probably never even imagined.

I might be a virgin, but I’m not ignorant about sex.

Tell me what fantasies get you off.

She thought; she hadn’t expected to be challenged, and that was exactly what he’d done.
I like to watch.

He went silent for long minutes, and she thought he wasn’t going to answer.

What do you like watching, exactly?
A demand.

I like watching people having sex. Porn. The more on the screen, the better.

Do you have any idea how you’re torturing me?
he growled.

I said I wasn’t ignorant.
Matter of fact.

Yes, you did.

Do you imagine being one of those people with hands and mouths all over you as you’re fucked, or do you imagine being off to the side, a lover sliding inside your pussy or ass as you watch the others get off?

Her breath caught and she played with her clit. He gave her more images to go with her fantasies.
Are you playing with your pussy now?

Yes.
She was, and she was only getting slicker as her hips moved.

Have you ever watch real couples fuck, maybe against an alley wall outside a bar? A female with her skirt hiked up, her panties pushed aside so the male could slip in with no one seeing his dick inside her hot cunt. Her hands pulling his hair, maybe his lips at her neck. Anyone would know what they were doing, would see his hips moving, but wouldn’t actually see him inside her. He’d fuck her fast and hard because they could be caught at any second.

She hadn’t seen real couples doing more than making out in the dark, in a car.

Would you like to watch that or be the one taking it in the shadows? Would you like me to unbutton my jeans, slip your skirt high and stuff you full like that? You’d hear the noise of the bar. Maybe the creak of a back door as people left, or stayed to watch. Seeing nothing but still knowing you’re riding my cock under the fabric. Knowing I’m not going to stop until you come all over me. Not until your cunt is milking me. The minute I set you down, my come would coat your thighs. The skirt would hide it, but the males would smell me on you, in you. My come marking you while yours covers my dick.