Their Unusual Mating [Paranormal Protection Unit 5] (Siren Publishing Classic) (7 page)

“I’m so sorry, honey,” she whispered softly. “I’m so very sorry that you had to lose them and you didn’t even know that you had lost them. I can’t even fathom just how hard that could have been on you, was on you,” she admitted quietly. “But you have me in your life now. You also have Kat and her three men, and you can call us your family.”

“I will call you mine,” he murmured, drawing her in closer to him. Sliding a hand to her hip, he gently rubbed his thumb to the bare flesh he found just above her waistband. “Katherine is my Queen though, and while family, I am still getting to know her. Her men, though, I find I quite like. They are not all stuffy as some of the Royals can be, even through a marriage connection. They are rough-and-tumble sorts, odd senses of humor that I find rather refreshing and entertaining most of the time.”

“Katherine isn’t stuffy either, love. Believe me, that woman is as down to earth as you can get.” Which was one of the many things Rimi liked about her. Grinning, she laid her head on his chest once more and curled in tighter to him. “And I’m glad that you will take me as yours. I’m finding I really rather like you a great deal, Lee, and really do want to know if all we talked about and enjoyed while we dreamed is as good in reality.”

“I can only hope it is,” he murmured softly to her. “I worry though. I spoke very freely in the dreams. I didn’t really know who I was talking to. I didn’t know you truly existed. I just believed you were a figment of my mind, something to keep me occupied or to prove I was going crazy, not sure which. I only hope we can be as open now that I know you to be real.”

“I want that, Lee. I want us to be very free with each other. I never want to hide from you or have you hiding from me. We belong, you and I. We belong together, and because of that we need to ensure that we are always completely and fully open and honest with each other. I want to continue as we began, baring our souls to our other half,” Rimi whispered to him.

“I can definitely try,” he said, licking his lips. “It’s a little different with you actually here and not a figment of my imagination as I believed originally. It’s harder now that we’re actually face to face.” Laighean didn’t know if he was making his point or just circling around and around. “I’d hate for you to figure out I’m not as great as you seemed to believe I was when we spoke only in dreams.”

“And I would hate for you to find out that I’m not as great as you seem to think that I am,” Rimi shot back. “We will get through this together, Laighean. You and I. We will get through this, but that means that we actually have to talk and share parts of our lives with the other. We can’t be shy about anything, because we have already lived through each other’s lives in our dreams. I was fully and completely myself there. As long as you were, too, then there is nothing to worry about, darling.”

“Sometimes too much, I think,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her cheek. Rubbing his nose lightly to her skin, he breathed her in. “You smell amazing, your skin is softer than I could have ever imagined, and you are even more beautiful than you led me to believe.”

Rimi snorted. “Honey, haven’t you realized yet that no woman sees herself as a man sees her? I don’t see myself as beautiful, just me. I know I’m not ugly, and I don’t think I’m plain, but I would never label myself beautiful,” she said. “Pretty yes, not beautiful.”

“Gorgeous,” he told her. “Sexy, too. I would go so far as to call you a goddess even.” He smiled slightly when she blushed. He could feel the heat in her face. “I am slightly biased though, so you can ignore me if you wish.” It was an out so she wouldn’t feel too uncomfortable.

“I never want to ignore you,” Rimi told him with a grin. “But I really think that you kissing me, touching me will be so very nice. I think we should try that. What do you think?”

“I think that is a very good plan,” he murmured softly to her. “But I want to go slow. There’s no need to rush anything. We have all the time in the world to get to know one another and do everything we want.” Shifting, he tipped her face up and kissed her gently, slowly, tasting her and enjoying the feel of her mouth to his.

Rimi shivered and licked her lips when she pulled back from him. “Goodness you can certainly kiss,” she whispered softly to him. “I mean, like whoa. The way that you kiss me…” She could only shake her head with a dazed look.

“That’s a good thing, yes?” he asked, stroking his fingers down her cheek lightly. Brushing his nose to hers, he smiled at her nod. “Good.” Cupping her face, he kissed her again, his hands roaming down her side to her shift and inched it up enough to find skin. Running his fingers around the band of flesh, he sucked on her tongue gently.

Rimi wanted him to touch more of her skin. She now wished she hadn’t put on so many clothes, but she did so. “I need you.” Dammit she needed him. She wasn’t ashamed to admit it either. “I need you. I want to be with you, honey,” she whispered.

Sliding his hand up her back, he pressed her in closer. “You have too many clothes on,” he murmured. “I want to feel you in my arms, skin to skin, pressed in close to me. I need to feel you against me, brushing against my skin, your breath on my body.”

“You have too many clothes on, too,” Rimi whispered against his lips and grinned. “How about we get naked so that we can be skin to skin with each other?” She looked forward to that actually. She couldn’t wait to have him skin to skin with her. Pulling back from him, she wiggled out of her bottoms and tossed them to the side and then tugged off her top. “Your turn.”

Watching her, he blinked when she waved a hand in front of his face. “Sorry.” He smiled. “I was distracted by the view,” he murmured softly. Sitting up, he pushed off his pants and then hauled off his shirt. Tossing everything off the bed, he lay back down facing her.

Her eyes were wide when she took him in, and she licked her lips. “Oh my.” She could only whisper because he had taken her breath away with just how good-looking he was, head to toe and every place in between. “I didn’t know that they had tattoos so long ago,” she whispered and ran her fingers along the bands that were at his arms that seemed to be of some type of vine. “That feels…” It almost felt real, not like a tattoo would feel. “What are these?”

“The Fae are a part of the earth, and depending on our place in our Queen’s world, we earn markings from Gaia for our positions. They change as we grow or as we retire and, should we be killed in the service to our Queen, they will permanently settle into our skin in a final homage to her,” he said, looking at the vines. “The initial seeding as it’s called hurts worse than anything most people can imagine, but it, too, is a test, a test of our resolve to be who we were chosen to be.”

“And since these vines wrap around your biceps several times…” She winced. “That had to have hurt,” she whispered and stroked her fingers over the vines. “There are thorns as well, how interesting,” she murmured and leaned in, her lips brushed over the vines on his arms as she did so.

“Careful,” he said, watching her. “The thorns hold it all onto my arm, locking it in place. The more thorns and more times around it goes the higher the ranking of the person,” he told her as she continued to touch the vines. “They are also incredibly sensitive.” It felt like they were attached directly to his groin.

“Then you are very high ranking, aren’t you?” she asked and licked around one of the thorns and vines as she did so, grinning when his cock twitched. “I know you are one of Kat’s personal guards, right?” she asked and continued to tease his arm. “So that means you are very protective. I like that about you.”

“I am one of the Royal High Guards, the elite rank,” he murmured, fisting a hand in the sheets as she toyed with his rank markings. It was like she had a string attached to his cock. It was twitching in time with her licks and nibbles. “There is no rank higher in any of the Guards,” he moaned.

“And you are mine,” Rimi said with a smile. “Do you know how much that turns me on? Knowing that you are mine. I don’t care about rank or any of that. I care about you Lee and only you. God I love you, Lee, so very much.”

He tightened his grip on the sheets. “And if you don’t want me coming right now you really need to stop toying with the markings. They are bloody sensitive, female,” he growled out, fighting for some sort of control. He used to have it by the gallon, and yet she touched him once and it was gone like the wind.

She pulled away to look down at him with a huge grin. “You are amazing, Lee.” Lying down at his side, she reached out and touched his chest again. “I want to make love with you. How about you come over here and kiss me again? I promise I will leave the markings alone, darling.”

Rolling up onto an arm, he leaned over her to kiss her, knowing she wouldn’t leave the markings be. She would touch them again and get them both into serious trouble. Sucking on her lip, he slid his fingers along her wet pussy and pressed a finger into her. “So wet,” he murmured, slipping a second finger in to stroke and stretch her.

“Because I’m here with you. I’m so wet because I have you,” she whispered and moved against his hand. “God you feel so good,” she murmured. “I really and truly do believe that you should give me more.” She wanted him inside of her, not just his finger.

Sliding his hand away, he teased her clitoris as he shifted over her. Gripping his cock, he rubbed the head through her silky wetness before pressing it into her body. Moving her legs, he spread her wide and slowly pushed into her body. She was tight, tiny even, her muscles clenching, releasing and sucking him in deeper before clenching again. The sensations were killing him as he pushed his cock into her sweet, silky pussy.

Looking up and into his eyes, Rimi accepted him. She accepted not just his body, but every part of him. Soft hands moved over his shoulders. Nails raked skin. “Lee.” His name came as a whispered plea when she arched up and into him. It was a desperate desire to become one with him, not just of body but of mind and soul as well. “Please.” It was a plea that she gave him, one of want and of need. One of hope for their future.

“I am right here,” he promised. Every muscle was tense as he slowly pushed deeper into her tight, hot sheath. Every ounce of concentration was equally divided between ensuring he didn’t hurt her and not coming like a fuzz-faced youth his first time. Lifting one of her legs over his arm to his shoulder, he spread her wider and slipped in deeper as her body relaxed, her mind shocked and distracted for a moment. One more push and he was seated deep inside, her sheath a hot wrap around his throbbing cock and her ass a lush place for his tight balls to rest against.

Rimi cried out at the invasion and shuddered. It was perfect. It felt so right to have him there inside of her like it was. She felt something odd, something she had never felt before. It felt as if there was a silvery rope wrapping around her heart and soul to tug her closer to him. Whimpering, she turned her head to the side and watched the vines in his arms in amazement. They had unwrapped from him and were wrapping around her. Sobbing out, she heard herself screaming in blinding orgasm.

Shuddering in orgasm as he felt their souls binding together, a reaction to her own, Laighean collapsed over her, careful not to move. The vines from his arm were returning to him but had left a seed of something with her. Watching, he could see the first formation of a vine, softer, less harsh, and much more delicate and feminine forming around her arm. It matched his own but was all hers, interesting. Sucking air, he brushed a kiss to her cheek and closed his eyes. She was his for all time.

Waking up some time later, Rimi felt completely at peace, relaxed fully, and happier than she could ever recall being. Rubbing her cheek along Lee’s shoulder, she breathed in the earthy scents that were all his. “Good morning.” Evening, night, whatever it was. “Goodness gravy, that was the single most amazing thing ever, what we shared,” she whispered sleepily, happily.

Lifting his head, he felt the tug of her hair catching on his stubble and made a mental note to shave later. “You are amazing,” he murmured quietly, stroking her arm lightly, the one that bore the fine vines with little flowers sprouting. “Does this hurt?” he asked, running his finger along the vine gently. He couldn’t see any thorns, like his, but it didn’t mean she didn’t feel pain from however it was holding onto her flesh.

“No, not really,” she admitted but felt her whole body go into flames when he ran his finger along the vine that had begun on her arm. She was panting when she whispered, “Oh God, that feels so amazing.” It was as if he were stroking her clit with his fingers instead of her arm. “Please, do it again,” she begged. She wasn’t too proud to beg, and that was for darn sure, not where her Lee was concerned.

Lifting his head, Laighean watched her as he lightly ran his finger over the vine again. Her entire body flushed, her hips moved restlessly and…Smiling slightly, he understood. Hers affected her just as his had him. Interesting little piece of information. Scraping his nail carefully to the vine, he chuckled at her choked moan.

Rimi’s leg lifted and wrapped around his hip, pulling him closer as she did so. “Laighean.” She breathed his name out in a reverent sigh, a moan of need actually. “That feels so very, very good. Please, I need you,” she begged. “Especially when you do that. God, you are killing me here, my love.”

Rolling over her, Laighean slid into her slick body and thrust, his fingers still lightly brushing over the vines. Thrusting, he leaned his head down to nip at her arm and the vine with his teeth carefully.

She screamed. She couldn’t have helped it if she had tried. Her hands closed over his arms, her fingers lightly and lovingly tracing over the vine on his arms in return for the teasing that he was doing to her with his mouth.

Thrusting harder and faster, he nipped again and growled softly when her body clenched around him, her nails digging deeper into his arms. Lifting his head, Laighean kissed her hard and fast, his body slamming into hers with sheer desperation driving him. He had to have her, had to feel her come, and needed to spill into her over and over.