Chapter 8
Rykr’s Home, Earth
Holding her breath, Lucy reformed in the dark of Rykr’s bedroom. She felt the magic slide around her as she entered and knew the wards alerted him to her arrival. He was so incredibly fast that she hadn’t seen him move in the time it took her to solidify. She had seconds to take it in. The bedcovers were bunched and the balcony doors were open wide to the jungle beyond.
She spun, feeling his heated power at her back. It radiated against her flesh as he towered over her.
He growled. “Why are you here?” His piercing sapphire gaze glided like a caress over her body.
Her nipples pushed against the soft fabric as her own eyes trailed over him in the dark. He was all sculpted male, his wings retracted for sleep. It was the beauty of all that hard, tattooed muscle that made her tremble. She held her breath, knowing that if she breathed him in, she’d be lost.
His eyes shot back to hers, accusation burning in their depths. “Leave. Now.”
She sent telekinetic power to the halter and the necklace Ophelia had given her, letting them both float into a pile at her feet, the jar dropping with them. She’d need her hands for what came next.
Hearing his sharp intake of breath, she moved like the wind. The element of surprise was in her favor, and so was the fact that she knew him so well. He might be blindingly fast, but he had tells. That he moved instead of teleporting was her saving grace. The look in his eyes told her where he’d go next as they rushed around each other. It wasn’t a chase as much as two winds whipping around, his impossible to see until he stopped. He was even faster than in his youth, and she worried she was mere seconds from losing the battle. She touched his mind and played dirty, whispering telepathically, Please, Rykr.
The utter shock on his face when he slowed was enough to end it. They converged with her back against the door. The second she felt his warm flesh against her palms, satisfaction and a jolt of primal lust surged through her, igniting her blood.
She moaned.
He snarled in blind fury. “No!”
She hated the horror she caught in the depths of his eyes, but it was too late for guilt. “You can’t run from us, Rykr.”
The satisfaction of winning the chase was gone, but lust took its place, and she couldn’t stop the compulsion to just savor this moment. The scent of their combined desire slid inside her lungs, and after so many years of longing for her mate, she leaned in to set her lips to his hard chest. His skin and power felt so good as it lashed out into the room. His muscles twitched under her questing mouth as a purely animalistic noise left his lips.
He gripped her arms and pinned her to the wall before her tongue had a chance to lash out for a taste. The air rushed from her lungs, and then she breathed him in. His scent was wild and masculine enough to make her dizzy. Even his fingers on her arms made her ache. Never had she experienced anything like the sensory overload racking her body.
“You would turn me into a fucking monster, Lucy?” His voice was full of accusation, and the harsh rasp in his voice made her heart ache. He threaded one hand through her hair, tugging so that she looked up into his angry gaze.
“I’m claiming what’s mine.”
His wide shoulders strained with how much he was holding back, as visible as the violent war waging in his eyes. She’d forced his hand. She wasn’t exactly proud of it, but now, with how damned good being with him felt, she refused to allow any hint of guilt slide in. Instead, she melted into his hold. It felt right, no matter how furious he was.
Her fingers trailed over his chest, loving the way his nerves twitched under her touch.
“Kiss me, Rykr.”
The sound from his throat was primal and wild. Suddenly, he grabbed her waist and lifted her, pressing his body even closer to hers.
Her legs automatically wrapped around his hips, and she gasped against his mouth. The kiss was hard, meant to punish her, and she let him, gladly accepting all of him, even his anger. He had never hurt her, and she knew he never would. She submitted eagerly, understanding the fury came from fear for her.
She sought his mind with hers, wanting even more of that connection. Love me, Rykr.
He groaned into the telepathic bond quickly solidifying between them. I’ve never fucking stopped.
The vibration of his voice in her mind and the torment she detected there were enough that she pulled him closer, desperate for his touch. All of him. His thumbs circled against her hips as he held her up. She felt his thick cock pulse between them, throbbing against her clit. Groaning, she tightened her legs, straining for more contact.
So much heat burned between them she thought the door at her back might turn into ash.
With a blast of speed, he moved. Hard wood was replaced with soft bedding, and he was above her, devouring her lips. One of his strong hands gripped her hip and the other tugged on her hair. His mouth left hers only to trail down her neck.
She tilted her head, moaning and writhing beneath his weight. The beast in her demanded it harder, needed him to unleash his control. “More. I need more, Rykr.”
His lips slid over her shoulder and nipped. Her beast went crazy, and then his tongue was on the tattooed flowers. He lifted her arm to kiss the sensitive flesh on the inside. Gooseflesh rose all over her skin. It was torture. He was going too damned slow while both of them vibrated with pent-up desire. She pushed with all her Immortal strength, but he didn’t budge. He only gave her more of his weight, pressing her deeper into the bedding, grinding against her clit. There was no controlling her whimper.
Her nails clawed into his back as she pulled him closer.
More. Her animal was wild inside her, and she couldn’t help but buck her hips against his hard length. He knew exactly what he was doing to her.
You started this. Now fight for my cock. He growled in her mind; the rumbling of those words ran straight to her core. Then he nipped the sensitive skin of the inner arm he’d been tormenting. Never before had she been so wet. He seemed to know exactly what she needed and how she needed it. How was that possible?
She cried out. His scent was everywhere. His body pinned her as his power licked her oversensitive flesh. She wasn’t going to last, and he hadn’t even gotten inside her yet. Every one of her senses was drowning in him.
When he finally let go of her arm, his body moved lower.
“I won’t last. I need you inside me.”
I know what you need. Having his sexy voice in her head was driving her nearly to the brink.
Not if you don’t get inside me!
She felt his pained laugh against her swollen breast. The vines of her tattoo stopped just before her aching nipple, and he licked her there before moving to the aching nub and sucking hard. She screamed as her back bowed. He sent a wave of ruthless telekinetic power to lock her back against the bedding as he tormented her flesh with his lips. Her hips bucked beneath his weight as incoherent pleas slipped from her lips.
That’s it. I want it all, Lucy.
When he slid farther down, every muscle pulled tight in anticipation. In agony. Then his hot mouth was finally on her pussy, his tongue lapping up all her need. He sucked her clit until she screamed his name and came so hard her entire body jerked and her fingers dug into his short hair.
When his eyes lifted to pierce hers, she felt the air catch in her throat. He sucked in a breath as his power flooded the room. She felt his shredded control just as his wings shot from his back, and then he was over her, his wings curling around them.
He was a gorgeous, primal male set to claim what belonged to him.
He lifted her wrists over her head and locked them in one hand as the other gripped her thigh. She undulated beneath him, feeling his thick cock notch against her. She begged him with her eyes and with her mind. She needed this hard and rough. It didn’t matter that it was the first time. She was a primal being, and her beast half needed to feel claimed.
Owned by him.
He growled low before slamming deep in one hard thrust. She cried out in rapture as her back bowed. She felt only a twinge as he broke the barrier she’d never allowed to be breached.
“Yes,” she panted.
He grunted and his neck arched back. She felt the sheer pleasure and masculine satisfaction in her mind as he took her virginity. His thoughts slipped into her mind. Mine. They were mentally linked and wide open in that moment. There was no way to decipher who was feeling what. It was intoxicating.
When he pushed farther, she groaned.
“Take it all in your sweet virgin pussy, Lucy.”
She widened her thighs, and he sank another inch. He was still holding her wrists as his hips thrust so hard he was grinding against her clit. When he pulled out a fraction, she protested. He powered in again. His skin was flushed, his eyes glassy, and she knew this was just as agonizingly incredible for him as it was for her.
“Harder,” she begged.
He stared into her eyes as he slammed deep.
She panted. “Yes.”
When he finally lost control, it felt like she was in another world. His powerful hips rocked her into the bedding over and over, hitting wild nerves and her clit every time. She cried out, coming hard around him, clenching uncontrollably until he roared his pleasure to the ceiling. She felt the warm jets of come filling her, and that made her climax start all over again until her body felt completely boneless.
More raw power released as he retracted his wings, and suddenly, she was on top of his heaving chest. All she could do was close her eyes and snuggle into him.
It felt perfect.