Ascension (30 page)

“You’ll be fine.” Lealandra held her close, closing her eyes and hoping that she would. “I’ll be there tomorrow night. Just stay with the others until then.”

She felt Isabelle nod and then the young woman squeezed her. “Don’t be late.”

Lealandra nodded this time. She wouldn’t fail her friend. She opened the door for her and Taig moved closer, coming to lean against the post at the corner of the kitchen nearest the living room. Awareness washed over Lealandra. She felt his hunger and her own need rose in response as his gaze roamed down her back and she itched to look at him, to touch him and feel his hard body against hers.

Isabelle gave her a little wave. She absently returned it and then closed the door. The second it clicked shut, she raised her hand and all the locks slid into place.

She cursed Taig for distracting her throughout her whole time with Isabelle. The young woman had deserved her full attention but it had been impossible with Taig standing there half-naked, temptation personified, making her want him.

She turned to face him, pressed her hands against his chest, and shoved him into the post.

He grinned at her.

She kissed him.

T
aig pushed Lealandra backwards, tightly grasping her upper arms. His chest heaved as he breathed and her gaze jumped to it, drinking in the sight of his taut muscles shifting under bronzed skin. He was gorgeous and she needed to feel his body on hers again. She tried to kiss him but his arms locked, holding her at a distance.

“Now who’s the insatiable one?” He grinned at her, the smile touching his dark eyes and making them shine. She smiled back at him, a little embarrassed about the way she was behaving. When they had been together, there had been times when she had taken control and initiated things, like when they had been sunbathing, but those had been few and far between. Normally Taig had triggered their lustful interludes. He touched her cheek and grinned wider. “Not that I’m complaining, sweet cheeks. Always did like it when you played rough… just wasn’t expecting it when company only just walked out the door… and when we’ve got a fight tomorrow.”

“We never could keep our hands off each other after a fight… how about we start a new tradition?” Lealandra stepped towards him and he let her this time, his grip on her loosening. His black gaze fell to her mouth and he watched it in evident fascination as she spoke. “Preparation sex.”

Taig quirked an eyebrow. “It sounds like a cream you put on something nasty.”

She giggled. He was right about that but coming up with names for their trysts had never been her forte. Taig was far superior at it. He stared at her. She stared back. Waiting.

“Don’t look at me.” He shrugged. “The big head isn’t doing the thinking right now.”

Lealandra looked down at the bulge in the front of Taig’s tight black jeans. He was right. She smiled. Just her kiss had him hot and bothered. That was Taig. Always ready for anything, especially her.

“Where were we?” he said with another grin and lightly ran his hands down her arms.

“Let’s take it from the top.” She placed her hands against his biceps, held on to him, and teleported them both to the bedroom.

Taig hit the bed first, collapsing onto it with her on top of him. His arms fell out at his sides and Lealandra pushed herself up so she was straddling his hips. The feel of his hard length pressing between her thighs made her ache to have him inside her.

“God, the things you do to me,” she whispered and Taig frowned. She motioned across her mouth, pretending to zip it up. He never had liked it when she mentioned God, and he liked it even less if she mentioned the Devil. She ran her fingers over his chest, delighting in how perfect his body was, his strength and masculine beauty. “Mmm… you’re the only god I need.”

With a growl, he rolled them over so he was on top. She giggled again when he thrust against her and pulled a face of discomfort.

“Pinches,” he muttered in a tight voice and shifted backwards.

No way was she going to let him leave her body for even five seconds. He was going to remain against her, just as she wanted him to. Lealandra snapped her fingers and Taig grinned when his jeans disappeared. Another snap of her fingers and the white bathrobe she had been wearing was gone.

“Start at the top you said,” he whispered and then captured her lips in a searing kiss. She craned her neck, desperate for more, and thrust her tongue into his mouth. Taig ground against her. She moaned at the feel of his hard length rubbing her most sensitive area and the roughness of his kiss.

Lealandra relaxed into the bed as he kissed her, her body turning lax. She submitted to him, enjoying how his fingers pressed into her sides, stopping her from moving, and the hunger she could feel in him. His power placated hers, sending it deep inside her, until she couldn’t feel it at all. She could only feel Taig and he felt divine.

She gasped into his mouth when one of his hands left her side and came to rest over her breast. He thumbed her nipple until it hardened into a painful peak desperate for his attention and then kissed along her jaw. She arched her back, hoping to encourage him to go where she needed him. She wanted to feel his mouth on her breasts, to have him suckling and teasing her nipples.

He kissed down her chest and around her breasts, torturing her with anticipation. She moaned and threaded her fingers into his black hair, desperately trying to guide him. His other hand came up and covered her other breast, cupping it. The weight of it against her was nice but she needed more.

He gave it to her.

She tilted her head back when Taig pulled her right nipple into his mouth, rolling it with his tongue and then lightly biting. She groaned and raised her knees, clamping them down against his hips. He ground his erection against her, teasing her clit and tempting her into thrusting against him to bring herself satisfaction, and tugged on her nipple, sucking it harder. Sparks of pleasure shot out from it, cascading over her body, and she wrapped her arms around him and held him against her, rubbing herself against his hardness and losing herself inch by inch in the moment.

Taig pulled back and she pouted before realising where he was going. She wriggled her hips and closed her eyes when he moved downwards, kissing a path from her breasts to her stomach.

Lealandra spread her legs for him and wriggled again, showing him just where she wanted him.

He pressed a kiss to the front of her curly mound and then tickled her with his fingers, tracing them down the length of her. She bit her lip when his fingers dipped in and then out, teasing and making her writhe. She needed more. He dipped in again, swirled his finger around her pert nub and then slid them downwards. She gasped and grabbed the sheets when he eased two fingers into her and began pumping slowly. Gods, she wanted his hard length inside her like that. She needed to feel him, needed to be one with him again. He moved inside her painfully slowly, taking her out of her mind. She tried to relax but couldn’t. Her muscles tensed around him and she sighed when he found the spot that would have her climaxing in no time.

He withdrew his fingers.

She frowned and opened her eyes. They widened when he licked his fingers clean, his gaze locked with hers, intent written clearly in his eyes. He was going to have her and it was going to be as rough as she wanted it to be.

He motioned for her to roll over and Lealandra did it with a smile, happy to do his bidding when they were in the bedroom because she knew he would make it worth her while. Her eyes closed when he ran his hands down her back and over her bottom. They stopped there, massaging her buttocks and making her feel incredibly relaxed. He moved on, shifting her legs apart and dipping his hand back down. His fingers found her clit and she sighed as he circled it. It felt nice, but a little slow paced for her liking right now.

She wriggled again.

Taig growled, commanding and powerful, sending a thrill through her. Damn, she did like it when he took control.

His hands grasped her hips and raised them, so she was kneeling. Before she could even think about what he was going to do, his fingers had spread her open and his tongue was darting against her flesh, torturing her clit and stealing a gasping moan from her. She grasped the bedclothes and furrowed her brow as he licked her, swirling his tongue one moment and sucking the next. She wriggled her hips but he growled, stopping her from moving. Her mouth opened and she moaned with each brush of his tongue over her sensitive flesh and then groaned when he pushed two fingers back into her and began pumping her with them. She wanted him inside her. Needed him.

As if sensing that need, he pulled away. She had a second to breathe and then he was sliding his hard length deep into her core. Her grip on the bedcovers tightened and her knuckles burned white. Taig kicked her legs further apart and buried himself deeper, until his balls brushed her clit. She groaned and raised her backside into him. He growled again, grasped her hips so tightly that she could feel each point where his fingertips pressed into her skin, and began thrusting.

Lealandra raised herself up onto her hands and bit her lip. Taig pulled almost all the way out and plunged back in, groaning with each deep thrust into her. She tensed her muscles around him, intent on feeling every inch of his cock sliding into her, and moaned along with him. Her breasts swung with each hard thrust and her breathing quickened until she was gasping at air as choppily as Taig was. He held her tighter, his movements gaining speed, his balls hitting her clit with each meeting of their hips. She groaned and pressed back against him, desperate to climax.

One hand left her thigh. Taig grunted, reached under her, and then his fingers found her clit. He rubbed it, keeping tempo with the fast deep glide of his cock. She moaned and furrowed her eyebrows, biting down on her lip and tensing around him again. She wanted to climax. Was so close. Just a little more and she would be there, and she knew he would be right there with her.

His fingers pinched her nub.

Stars shot across the black of her eyes and she shuddered with her orgasm. Heat chased the tiny points of light, washing through her entire body as it convulsed around Taig’s cock, clenching it. He growled, thrust deeper and harder for a few seconds more, and then came to a juddering halt. His hips pumped quick and shallow as he spilled himself inside her.

Lealandra moaned in unison with him and then collapsed onto her front on the bed when he withdrew his softening length from her. He hit the bed next to her, breathing hard and fast. Sweat beaded his brow and she smiled as she wiped it away. Her hand fell to the bed, her bones too limp to lift for any amount of time. Taig pulled her over to him, dragging her so she was lying with half of her chest pressed against his and her head resting on his shoulder. She sighed. She just wanted to sleep forever in Taig’s arms, satisfied and content.

Taig’s heart beat against her ear, the pace of it gradually slowing as he caught his breath. She sighed again and he wrapped his arm around her, his hand settling on her ribs. It shifted to her left arm and he stroked it. Her skin warmed beneath his fingers and she frowned when a deep sense of connection to Taig suffused her body. His hand came to rest over her upper arm. It burned. The warmth of it added to her sense of satisfaction.

She realised that he was touching the mark he had put on her. She looked up at him, her gaze tracing his noble profile, and willed him to look at her so she could ask him again what the mark meant and see the answer in his eyes.

“Taig,” she whispered, not wanting to disturb him if he was falling asleep. He frowned. “What does it mean?”

He smiled.

He wasn’t going to answer her. She curled up against him and focused on the weight of his hand on her arm. His mark. She smiled. He was staking his territory in a permanent way. That had to be it. Taig had bonded with her.

She grinned at the thought.

“What is it?” Taig murmured and opened his eyes, squinting at her. “I’m trying to sleep here.”

“Bonding,” she said and he raised an unimpressed eyebrow.

“You still on that?”

“It’s a bonding symbol.” Her grin widened. “We each wear the other’s mark. It’s practically like being married.”

“Whoa, there!” Taig shot bolt upright. “No one mentioned anything about getting hitched. Demons have no place marrying humans.”

“I’m not human,” she countered and sat up too. His words hadn’t offended her. She had said hers to get a reaction and they had done just that. She pouted and stroked the mark on his arm, continuing to toy with him. “And I thought you would want to marry me. I mean, all the unprotected sex... I thought you wanted us to have a little baby and get married, and settle down together in a house with a white picket fence and a yard.”

“Now I know you’re not being serious,” he said with a frown. She frowned right back at him, wondering what had given her away. It wasn’t the baby or the marriage part. She wanted both of those with Taig and knew that deep in his heart he probably wanted them too. He pulled her to him and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “You’d never want a house with a picket fence. Suburbia just isn’t you.”

“Oh, really. Then do tell me what is ‘me’.” Lealandra rested her head against his shoulder. He fell back onto the bed again, his arm around her, and sighed at the ceiling.

“Let’s see, sweet cheeks.” His hand left her side and he stroked her hair, running his fingers through it and untangling the knots.

Lealandra looked up at him, studying his face as he thought. He would make beautiful babies. She didn’t care that they would have mixed genes and would be part demon, part witch, and part human. She didn’t care what people would think and she would make sure her children grew up knowing that their parents loved them and there was nothing wrong with them, because they were perfect, born of love and happiness.

She was getting ahead of herself, but she couldn’t help thinking about her future and the part she wanted Taig to play in it. He would make a good father, would make sure that their children would understand their demon side and accept it at an early age. He wouldn’t make any mistakes with them, not like his father had with him, and she would help him teach their children everything they needed to know about demons, witches and humans. They would both make sure that their children knew they had a place in this world and were a part of it, and they would both protect them and keep them safe.