Chapter 30
Island Temple of Consummation, Tetartos Realm
Alex saw Gregoire standing with his shoulder resting against a marble pillar nearly the width of his chest. The other Guardian’s face reflected in moonlight as he looked out to the sea. The roiling of the surf against the soft white sands surrounding the island temple was soothing. The male’s arms were crossed over the large expanse of rigid muscle, his dress shirt having been discarded at some point, leaving him in the same black silk pants Uri currently wore. He looked at them as they approached. The oddly haunted expression he wore was quickly replaced with a hint of warmth. She was still cuddled against Uri’s hard, warm flesh, with her arms twined loosely around his neck, playing with the soft strands of his dark hair. He refused to put her down. Instead he took the steps still holding her.
Uri leisurely nuzzled her earlobe and she shivered and tilted her head in offering. “We will blood-bond first.”
Uri moved with her into the temple as if she weighed nothing at all, holding her close to his smooth chest. A warm, salty breeze fluttered her hair, which had been left down in long waves for the ceremony. She barely heard the pad of his big bare feet against the marble, mosaic floors. She viewed scenes that depicted lovers sharing blood and bodies, in all positions, before reaching the monstrous bed high on a dais in the center of the room. Her stomach fluttered with nervous anticipation; every nerve ending became more sensitive. The silk of her dress became almost oppressive. She felt herself gasp for breath. Looking up through the domed ceiling of glass to the moon above calmed her. Candlelight flickered against the walls and softly caressed the white silk bed coverings. Nearly sheer ivory curtains billowed from the open walls. The salt air mixed with the scent of expensive candles and spicy-sweet arousal.
Uri set her on the bed, and she looked her fill at the hard shaft pushing against the confines of his silk pants. Her nipples tightened and swelled at the sight of how much he desired her. She saw every indent of muscle that played along his torso. She wanted to feel every rigid inch rubbing along her skin as he covered her… took her.
Uri growled low. “Blood-bonding first.” She wondered if he was reminding her or himself. The words came out so primal his eyes swirled like melted silver.
Uri pulled off his pants and got onto the bed with her, a prowling predator. Inches from her face, he pulled loose the tie that held her dress. It fell around her in a sea of softness.
Her lids lowered as she took him in. She was bared to him, their entwined life forces fluttering. She’d almost gotten used to the soft pressure under her skin.
His gaze fell over her exposed flesh. She felt it almost as a touch as he took in her swollen breasts, to the wet lips and inner thighs, down to painted pink toes. With a pained groan, Uri took her mouth in a rough, soul-stealing kiss. Demanding as he skillfully searched her depths.
You are the most beautiful female I’ve ever seen, and you’re mine, his thoughts whispered in her mind.
The look in his eyes as he broke the kiss made her body burn with the heat radiating from his flesh to hers. Her breathing became jagged. It was both arousing and unnerving being nude in front of Uri as Gregoire watched from the end of the bed. It was getting harder to breathe. She forced herself to inhale, only to again take in the scent of Uri’s delicious skin, causing her back to arch toward him.
Uri positioned them facing each other, his leg nestled between hers, their heads resting on soft airy pillows while his cock brushed against her stomach and his hand caressed her jaw. She touched the beautiful markings, kissed them lightly, and he growled as he rubbed circles against her own symbol. Gooseflesh rose at his soft touch. Holding her gaze with his own, she saw his fangs had descended, and she licked her suddenly dry lips. She could imagine the eroticism of him taking her blood, but the thought of drinking his was a little disconcerting.
It’ll be just a sip, and you’ll like it. I promise. The sultry cadence of his voice touched parts deep inside. Gregoire was forgotten. All that existed was Uri. His warmth, the love and promise in his beautiful silver eyes.
Remember that I’m not proud of the things you are about to see. It’s all in the past. You are my future. My eternity. His mental voice was somehow unsure.
She grinned at him and then pulled against the velvety strands of his hair she hadn’t realized she was gripping. Taking deep possession of his mouth, she poured all the love she felt in to it.
We both have pasts. We’ll move through it. Show me what to do now, she said, with more confidence than she felt at her ability to drink blood. She felt his shoulders shake and knew he heard the last part.
He gave her another seductive, searching kiss; then in a flash his wrist had replaced his mouth. She tasted that sweet port that she had always smelled on his skin before realizing what he’d done. It was intoxicating; this was nothing like she’d worried it would be. Her pussy ached, and she rubbed it against his thick thigh. He shifted her so that half his body covered hers, nearly blanketing her with his bigger body. It was a kind of possession on its own, and it gave him better access to her neck. He leisurely licked, kissed and sucked a trail up and down her neck, touching briefly around and behind her sensitive lobe, making her moan and writhe against him. Then he struck, just a light prick, nowhere near painful. She cried out in euphoria as she felt the pull of him drinking from her.
The flashes began instantly. Suddenly she was in his mind millennia ago.
He was in Apollo’s lab. How had they imagined they’d be capable of rescuing the imprisoned Immortals? This place was a fortress, and everyone was forced to wear magical metal cuffs. They’d been arrogant and fucking stupid. His body fought the effects of the experiments; he was in agony, had been torn asunder and turned into something else. It felt like acid was flowing beneath his skin; he felt fangs break through the skin of his gums. His body bowed again, and he fought hard not to shout in pain. Hermes enjoyed that too much.
Next flash.
His body was heated, the arousal overwhelming. What the fuck did those assholes do to him? He couldn’t handle the need, was no more than an animal in rut. Sweat ran down his naked chest as he tried not to hurt the female they’d thrown in the cell with him. She was in much the same state. Her arousal caused her body to contort with want while anger shone bright within her eyes. The scent of sex and desperation hung in the air of the dank room.
“You must unleash your seed inside her this time, Urian. Tsk-tsk. I think, to punish you for wasting it, I will take you while you do as you are told. You will finish, or I’ll just continue giving you incentive.”
Uri saw the unholy gleam in Hermes’ eyes as the God came in behind him. The bastard made him sick. His skin flinched as the male touched his back. Hermes was seven foot, with long blond curly hair to his waist, and he got off on the pain of others. He had been fondling his large cock for long moments, his grin showing how much he relished the idea of what would come. Uri just needed to get through this. It was one thing for him to be punished, but the female writhing below him would continue to be used until she was with child. Her eyes flashed; knowledge that neither wanted what was to come was in their depths.
Uri’s skin tightened in disgust as Hermes touched him. Hermes enjoyed males more than females. He loved the pain he could inflict. The God could do a considerable amount of damage, causing agony if one wasn’t prepared. Uri would never yield; his wounds would heal. He bit his tongue. The drugs would not let him lose his erection even if his body was violated. Someday he would make sure the God paid for this.
Another flash.
Uri looked at the small forms that were miniatures of himself and his brethren. He felt bile rise, nausea riding him hard. He was unable to stop Gregoire in time. They needed an escape route now. The fury that there was nothing he could do made his muscles tense and twitch.
Apollo had done something to the children; they were not right. Dark energies? A spell to keep them loyal to Apollo and Hermes? It was as if their minds were blank.
Gregoire had tried to take one that was so obviously his son, blatant in the child’s scent and appearance. The handlers, barely into adulthood themselves, ordered the child, who was no more than eight years, to kill Gregoire. His friend had refused to hurt the boy and did no more than defend himself until his young finally tired. That was when the handlers finally took Gregoire to the ground, chained him, and forced him to watch as his own offspring was beaten for his failure. Hatred burned in the child’s forest-colored eyes. The handlers watched without emotion. Other young were brought out to witness the punishment. Uri just clenched the railing as his knuckles turned white. It killed him not to help. But if they were both locked in confinement, they might not get out to free the others.
They had only just found a way into the training centers. It had been almost solidly locked down. Uri hated himself for not being able to do anything, wanted to rip the handlers to shreds, but more, he wanted justice. Wanted Apollo’s and Hermes’ deaths.
The young were lost to them. He saw it in their eyes, felt it in his broken soul. They were beyond damaged. The knowledge was a blow.
Alex’s heart ached as she was hit with another flash into the horror of Uri’s past.
He and Gregoire had found a way to get to the female. Blonde hair matted brown with dried blood, her once beautiful face was swollen and discolored, as was the rest of her nude body. They needed to get her out. She’d sacrificed herself for the races. Gregoire’s hard glare mirrored the deadly determination Uri felt.
“The escape route has finally been forged,” Gregoire said.
“Drake will come back soon. He said he felt certain Pothos had found the location of the box that would call the Creators back. He wants us to free the Immortals as soon as it is in our hands.”
“Only Drake and those helping us can know she lives. Charybdis deserves peace for all she has sacrificed. She never knew how close we were to escape.” Guilt was a plague consuming him. He could see it was doing the same to Gregoire. They had been secretly forging escape plans for years. Had they told the female, she might not have tied most of her life’s blood into a spell in order to save the Immortal races from being bred like the beasts they had become. She’d been tortured in the most detestable ways when Hermes and Apollo hadn’t found a way around the spell. Her bleeding, torn body would heal, but he feared her mind never would. They broke the chains holding her. Uri was repulsed by the bastards. Hatred burned inside his stomach.
“I know where to take her,” Gregoire offered with steely determination etched in his tight features.
Another flash. This time the memories felt different.
The Great Beings had chosen him as a Guardian; she felt power like nothing she’d ever thought possible running in his veins. Fury infused him at being denied the deaths of Apollo and Hermes. She felt the warmth of the Creators’ love flow into him. Felt their understanding and pain. It had been overwhelming and heartrending. Then they were gone. Duty prevailed.
Again.
This time it was her she saw, thousands of flashes and raw emotion. Always her. In the shadows of clubs, in his yard. The yearning for her scent, her body. The wildness of the frenzy when it came. The pride as he watched her defend her brother. Reverence and joy. Fear when she was harmed in the fight. Peace like nothing he’d ever felt. Love. Sheer blinding love.
Back to herself once again, Alex took a deep breath. She willed the dizziness and tension from her body. Uri was holding her tight, his chest heaving as if he too fought for control of his emotions. His entire body was rigid. He was furious at what he’d seen in her memories.
It’s much different being told than seeing it from your eyes and feeling what you felt, he said in her mind, holding her in an almost bone-crushing embrace. He took deep breaths just as she was. His eyes were shut, and she melted into him, needing to comfort him as much as she needed to feel it in return.
My father had not been in the breeding labs, had barely made it through the experiments that transformed him into a half lion, an Ailouros. My mother got him out as he was still recovering. If only they’d have been less concerned with fortifying their army before doing something for the other Immortals. They spent nearly eighteen years in hiding, building ranks when they could have done something! She knew her mother was a bitch, but not this bad. Why couldn’t she have saved the others?
Uri cuddled her as he answered, It was a horrible time. Ares and Artemis with their Tria… Your parents had to have felt the need to protect their children above all else. No more dwelling on this. Sirena said the purpose of the blood-bonding is to bring deeper understanding for a closer bond. This was more like Hell. We have to move forward and not think of what we can’t change. Uri blew out a shaky breath, obviously trying hard to follow his own advice. She saw in the hard lines of his shoulders and the twitching of his jaw that he wasn’t finding it easy to let the memories go. She wondered if he’d felt her love in the end, as she’d felt his.
Reaching over, she sifted her fingers through the silky strand of hair that had fallen against his cheek. Touching and soothing the lines at his eyes, she brought his head in slowly so she could take his lips with her own. She lightly rubbed her lips against his, then nipped and sucked at his sexy lower one. She loved that it was so full, enjoyed its softness against her own. She traced along the tip of one fang before dipping her tongue into his warm cavern to duel with his own. He growled low before taking control, turning it into something much more insistent.
He pushed her back against the soft bedding. She felt his heated breath as he trailed a line of open-mouthed kisses from her throat over the soft lines of her mating markings. She felt the tip of his tongue glide over the delicate lines, lovingly caressing the serpents that indicated she was his. He laved the entwined circles, then palmed her tender flesh and rubbed his cheeks along the sides of the chasm. Having his warm mouth so close to her peaked buds was torment. He gave one last seductive kiss to the center of the markings before moving to her agonized peaks.
She moaned deeply, arching into the wonderful wet warmth. Tingling sensations inched over and inside her flesh as their life forces continued to push and pull at each other. She pulled in ragged wisps of air as she rubbed her bare pussy against his unyielding thigh.
He took his time as he nipped and lightly sucked her swollen flesh until she groaned in frustration. He was teasing her unmercifully, making her forget and get lost in the pleasure. Finally, he took a nipple into his mouth. The firm suckling forced her back off the bedding. Her fingers tightened in his hair. Through half-lidded eyes, she saw Gregoire standing back from the bed, focused on both of them, pain sparking in his eyes. Did he wish for a mate of his own?
Uri released the tightened bud with a pop, and she groaned.
“Gregoire.” Uri’s raspy voice seemed to echo in the room, but she felt the tension in him.
When the other male didn’t move, she felt Gregoire’s tension matching Uri’s. Why had he come? He was obviously struggling with this, they all were. She gazed deeply into Uri’s eyes, shaking her head. “I think this is better as a fantasy, love.”
When she looked to Gregoire, she saw relief and a hint of warmth in his eyes as he nodded at her. “I’m honored you would have chosen me, little one.” He bowed a fraction before leaving. She didn’t feel rejected, she felt bad and a little worried for the male Uri considered his closest friend. Gregoire had known hell, and something more was going on with him. She’d stalked Uri for long enough to know that the male had changed in the last couple of decades.
Uri was above her in a second with a frown marring his beautiful face. “This night is yours, Alexandra. Whatever you desire.”
“And I desire you. I may enjoy the fantasy of having two males, but reality is… different.”
He groaned. “You’re certain?” He was searching her eyes and she felt his mind sliding over hers. “Be sure, little Goddess. I will call him back if you want this.”
She felt the truth in the words. “I’m sure. All I want is you, Uri. That’s all I’ve ever truly wanted. The fantasy was just that. You’re far more addicting than anything I could have conjured in my mind.”
She felt his muscles ease as he growled low. “Good.” His hands gripped hers and moved them over her head. “Leave them here,” he demanded before moving down to nip at a nipple before moving to dip his tongue inside her navel while his hands slid over her thighs and so close to her pussy, but not touching. She arched her body, begging for his lips, his fingers, anything.
Uri growled low as her body moved uncontrollably under him. Her pussy wept, needing Uri’s hands or mouth there; instead he was torturing the tiny indent in her stomach. Her nerves twitched with each caress as he teased her.
She felt desire running between her thighs down to her bottom. She was wet and dying to be taken.
Mmm, I love how wet and ready you are. Uri’s voice in her mind held silken promise.
Inside their bond she felt his primal arousal and so much love her breath caught on a moan.
She groaned in frustration.
Open your thighs wide for me, he demanded and she eagerly complied.
When he lifted his gaze to hers, she saw his fangs. Her breath caught at just how primal he looked. “You’ve never experienced Aletheia venom, love. You’re about to know what kind of pleasure I can give you.”
Uri grinned devilishly as he moved between her thighs and scraped his fangs along her mound and then she felt a prick and gasped. It wasn’t painful, it was so good. Warmth and pleasure spiked to dizzying heights as she writhed, his hot tongue sliding into her pussy.
She cried out as more intense sensations sparked all the way down her thighs. Son of a bitch. She bucked into his mouth, but he was holding her down as climax after climax rocked her body, leaving her breathless and reeling.
And so incredibly hungry. She moved in a flash and was on her knees. He’d turned to sit at the edge of the bed and it was her turn to devour him.
“Fuck, yes.” He growled as she licked her way up his shaft before taking him into her mouth.
Tell me how to make you as wild as you made me, she demanded as she flicked the tip with her tongue.
His hands tunneled into her hair. “Suck it to the back of your throat.” His voice was deliciously raspy with need.
She sucked as she stroked him with one hand and toyed with the heavy weight below using the other. The harder she sucked, the tighter he held her hair. He was losing control and nothing made her happier.
“Damn it. Drink it all, Alex. Every fucking drop I give you,” he demanded before shouting and jerked inside her throat. She drank every splash of come he gave her and moaned at the sweet taste. He was like a dessert she couldn’t get enough of.
He was breathing heavy when he pulled her up to his lap. “Fuck. You’re incredible.”
He kissed her before he flipped her onto the bed. She laughed as she glanced back at him. He was going through a bag by the bed.
A large clear glass dildo came into view along with a little jar. “You’re going to get a taste of your fantasy. I planned plenty of dirty things for you and I’m glad this made it into the bag,” Uri said.
“Lay on your stomach with your legs spread.” Her pussy clenched at his demand. She felt a pillow slide under her hips and then she was lying there exposed.
The cream came next as he kept her off-kilter with kisses along her spine. Her hips moved as his fingers pushed into her ass. “That’s a good Goddess. Take my fingers like you’ll take the toy.” She groaned as his heat moved from her. And then she saw it. He was feeding her the image of the toy as he caressed it with the cream. It was as thick as Uri’s cock at the flare in the middle then tapered before the flat base.
She saw and felt as it was pushed inside, her body expanding around it, taking it all the way as her hips pushed against it. It felt full, and good, which meant the cream was doing its job. She was mesmerized as she watched her body fully accept it. Her body was no longer her own; inside and out, she was possessed. She felt her life force pushing to mate with Uri’s. She was wild with that and the hard glass cock in her ass. She saw why he’d used the glass. She could see through it, see inside her body. She groaned deep.
Her hips pushed back, begging him to move it. To do something. He lifted her hips and she mewled when she felt the head of his cock at her pussy. Slowly, he pushed into her from behind. She took him, though it was a tight fit in this position, especially with the plug already filling her up.
“Fuck, so tight, so good.” He groaned, showing her what he was doing. “Do you like taking two cocks, love? Do you feel full?”
“Yes.” It did feel good, but Uri was moving too slowly. She needed more. Finally, he rode her harder, faster. She felt so taken, so hot, she was insensible and wanted him to be as wild as she felt, wanted him to lose control. She was a Demi-Goddess; her body could accept anything he could dish out.
Uri moved to finger her clit while circling his hips behind her. His mind was open, letting her feel how good she was wrapped around him. It was too much. One soft touch on that protruding nub had her over the edge into heaven as she bucked back uncontrollably against him. Uri’s pleasure filled her full, leaving that warm soothing sensation in its wake.
They collapsed with Uri at her side. He was stroking her hair and back, leaving her sated and in a kind of bliss she never imagined possible.
They stayed like that until their chests no longer heaved. She stretched, feeling the liquid evidence of Uri’s possession slide down the inside of her thighs. So much, she groaned. All the while, Uri traced circles along her spine. Then she registered the full feeling still stretching her.
“Um, did you forget something?” She wiggled her bottom, as it was still propped high with pillows.
He chuckled. “No, love, I didn’t forget anything. I like you with a plug in your tight ass.” Uri’s voice still held that delicious rasp as a warm palm stroked her bottom. In a second she felt him roll the plug as she groaned. “I’m a little jealous, because I want my cock in here again.”
Her breathing started to stutter as renewed arousal assailed her.
He had her up and in his strong arms an instant later, taking her to a corner that housed a large shower flowing from the ceiling. Setting her down, he rubbed his cheek against hers, then ordered, “Bend over and touch your toes.”
She felt her skin prickle and flush. It was the effect his dominance had on her. Bending all the way over, she put herself on display for him, shimmying her hips a little as she did, eliciting a growl from her male, making her feel empowered and daring.
She felt and then saw through their link as Uri began removing the plug. Her body fought to hold it inside, but she pushed back, knowing that something else would be filling her very soon. Just the thought of what he would do to her made goose bumps line her flesh.
Instead of taking her right away as she thought, he gently soaped and massaged her muscles, leaving her in an aroused state that was soon bordering on insanity. She tried to reciprocate, but he moved her in circles as he touched her, which soon morphed into licking and sucking at her exposed skin. Her head fell back and to the side, allowing him better access to her neck and sensitive ears.
Alex felt the light prick at her neck, then the rush of warming arousal that drugged her senses. It traveled swiftly through her body, making her moan and wiggle as her essence pushed and contracted against his. The instant near ecstasy could be addicting.
She was lifted again and taken to the bed, where he pushed her legs wide and back, propping her bottom up with pillows. His eyes were on her flushed skin. “Touch your breasts, Alex.”
She moaned and used both hands to push the heavy mounds high as she gazed up at him. He used a thumb to lightly tease her clit as his cock pushed at her back entrance. Her thighs were spanned wide, her knees bent up, displaying everything for her mate to see and touch as he slid inside her ass. He rolled his hips as he watched her playing with her breasts.
He groaned, “I love that I can see how wet you get as I fuck your beautiful ass.” His thumb collected the moisture and rolled it over her clit and her breathing seized. She was too far gone already. The venom, the feeling of being claimed, of being taken and owned was too much as he pinched her clit and slammed into her ass.
She felt Uri inside her mind, felt his pleasure along with her own. Felt his essence twine with hers until a sense of love and euphoria racked her entire being. His life force pulsed and flooded hers just as his come coated inside her body. She screamed and convulsed until she was swept into oblivion.