Divine Ecstasy (The Guardians of the Realms Book 8) (23 page)

She smiled and breathed out. “I’ll do it for you.” It was beautiful, but she’d rather it be a length that she could run her fingers through.

He groaned in pure pleasure as she took her time washing his hair and cleaning his wings. The desire was strong, the adrenaline trying to move them faster, but she held back. This wasn’t the compulsion it had been, and she was grateful. This was something more. Her big powerful God was nearly mesmerized by her touch, and she felt warmed and empowered all at once.

“Don’t mistake me,
agapi mou
. I’m caught up imagining all the things I want to do to you when you finish making sure I’m whole after that little bit of beast blood.” His words held a hint of a smile, and one tilted her lips as well. She’d never smiled or laughed so much. Brianne had always managed to amuse her through the centuries, but this was different. She wasn’t sure if it was because she didn’t have all the power pent up inside of her, or if it was because she was truly happy for the first time, ever. She guessed it was from the latter.

He turned and bent to kiss her as water streamed all around them. She lifted up and cupped his neck, holding him to her as she fell into his kiss.

It was perfect, but she wasn’t done. Her soapy fingers slid down his chest and stomach as he growled against her lips. His cock pulsed against her stomach, and she slid her fingers around it, cleaning him as she pumped. He broke the kiss on a deep groan. “Do I get to choose my reward?”

She smiled that he remembered what she’d said before they’d gone to meet Drake and P. She raised an eyebrow, curious which of all his dirty musings he’d choose. “Tell me.”

“It involves more soap,” he said with a wicked grin.

And with that she knew what he was thinking. She smiled up at him before turning to the soap and lathering up her hands, but his were already there. “Let me.” His grin only grew wider. “I want you in every way possible, but I can’t pass up fucking your beautiful soapy tits right now.”

Her pussy clenched at the image he projected into her mind. “Sit up on your knees on the bench,” he demanded, and her breath caught as her animal preened in pleasure. The bench was deep enough for a big male to sit on, so kneeling there wouldn’t be a problem, and she knew he was doing it for height. A towel appeared on the hard marble before she could get up there. When she turned to face him, she caught sight of the hard glint in his eyes.

That dominant look made her take a deep breath because it wasn’t only her beast that loved him like this. Even now he was holding himself at bay, but only by a small thread. She couldn’t wait for the day when he didn’t feel the need to hold back. She understood, but it would be a beautiful thing to know she’d freed him just as much as he’d freed her of the remnants of her past. But, more, he’d given her back a part of herself. The power she’d wielded today was hers. Stronger because of her bond with him, but she’d felt complete and hadn’t realized she’d been so cut off.

She felt the swell of his love for her, and she smiled, but looking up, she could see he’d lost his hard edge at her thoughts.

That wasn’t what she wanted.

She reached out and gripped his cock and ran it over her cheek, and then she slid the head over her mouth. When he groaned, her lips curved.

His big palms soaped her swollen breasts, pinching her nipples and making her gasp as pleasure shot all the way to her toes.

“Spread your thighs wide,” he commanded, and she groaned deep as she sat on her knees with her legs spread.

“Good.”

She couldn’t help bringing his cock to her lips to take a taste of the pre-come on the head. It tasted like sweet male heat and she wanted more.

“I want that sweet mouth, but first I’ll mark your beautiful tits.” His gaze was intent on her heavy mounds, and her head fell back when he grazed her hard nipples again.

Steam filled the room and slid over her flushed cheeks.

“Are you going to let me fuck these?”

“Yes.” His hands were driving her wild, and she wondered if she could come with him playing with her hard nipples alone.

“You’ll come,
thisavre mou
,” he gritted out as a promise.

He moved closer, and she took one more lick of his cock before he gripped it in his hand and guided it into the valley of her breasts. It slid between them, and his palms pushed the heavy mounds together so his hot cock was cradled there as his thumbs toyed with her aching nipples.

“So damned beautiful.” He groaned as he watched his cock thrust. “Arch your neck and put your arms behind you,” he commanded, and she could feel the beast driving his need for her submission.

As soon as she did, his power spilled free to toy with her pussy. It probed and invaded, sucked until she was a writhing mess of need. It was like fingers and tongues were gliding over her entire body… inside her pussy. Her ass. He was everywhere at once as he thrust slowly between her breasts, and a muscle in his hard jaw twitched as he watched the slide of his cock. His thrusts grew faster and she was already close.

“Now come,” he growled while his power worked her pussy as he pinched her nipples harder. She gasped and came, pulsing around invisible fingers.

She was still dizzy from it when he roared his pleasure. Warm jets of come marked her neck and breasts as he slid down between them, milking his cock with her aching flesh.

She was a limp mass when she finally came down. There were no words to say how exhausted she finally felt as he gently cleaned her skin.

She didn’t even remember getting into bed moments later, but that was where she was. He’d wrapped her in the blankets and was massaging her back as her head lay against his chest. She felt replete, snuggled and happy against his warm body. He leaned down and kissed her head.

“Sleep,” he whispered.

She didn’t argue; her eyes slid closed as she listened to his heartbeat lulling her under.

Chapter 24

Hroarr’s Palace, World of Thule

Gefn strode silently through the firelit halls of the palace toward her brother’s study. Laire moved from the shadows to walk at her side. She cocked a brow at the male. He couldn’t have gotten much rest, but she couldn’t miss the hint of a smirk on his face. “I trust that the priestesses are in brighter moods as well.” He’d spent every free moment of their stay with them.

His smile widened. “I believe so, my Goddess.”

She shook her head. “And Kara still hasn’t arrived?”

“No.” His grin fell with a shake of his head. “Are we going to retrieve her?”

“Yes,” she answered.

He nodded, but her warrior was eyeing the shadows, equally unsettled by Kara’s continued absence.

Unease and something else trickled over her spine. Something wasn’t right, though she could not pinpoint the exact sensation. It had started with Dagur’s summons, slowly growing and changing in the last days. She wasn’t sure if it was caused by the presence of their prisoner or the fact that her sister hadn’t arrived as she’d indicated she would, but this morning Gefn even felt something from her beasts. They’d been more watchful and alert, and in a way she’d never felt from them.

As they neared the doorway to her brother’s study, the guards swept the massive doors wide for her and her beasts. Laire halted outside the doors as she entered.

Hroarr was going through tomes as she came to stand in front of his carved wood desk.

“Is there news?” she asked.

He glanced up with a furrowed brow, obviously annoyed at whatever he’d been reading. “Nothing for you to deal with,” her brother growled.

Hroarr ruled with ruthless determination and cunning unmatched in their world. That didn’t mean his responsibilities were always pleasant. The burden was heavy.

“Did you find out anything from the God?” she asked, knowing he’d been in with the male several times.

Hroarr shook his head in utter disgust. “His arrogance is his own enemy.”

“So he told you what you wanted to know?”

“Some. He will tell me more as the days pass,” he ground out, looking less than pleased at having to deal with a male he’d already deemed weak. A rare God who hadn’t deserved to reign in his world. It was written on her brother’s face.

Gefn trusted her brother’s instincts. The otherworldly God didn’t stand a chance against Hroarr’s tactics. “What has he said thus far?”

Her brother’s eyes sparked with interest as he spoke. “He thinks his people will come for him. And he said the warriors were powerful Immortals he calls Guardians.”

Hroarr leaned back in his chair thoughtfully before rising.

They’d never encountered others with the ability to open portals. And if these “Guardians” had been capable of such things, they would have already come. Even if she and her brothers hadn’t felt that kind of disturbance, Spa and Velspar would have.

But Immortal warriors… She was incredibly interested to see these Guardians. She was still sickened to have lost so many of their own in the battle, but she firmed her lips because they’d have been trying to protect their arrogant God. She had to see them.

Their only Immortals were the priestesses. It had been incredibly rare to find a God, much less Immortals of other worlds. At least not since before the great wars of their world so many millennia ago.

“I want to go there,” she said.

“As do I,” he said with a hard glint of interest in his emerald eyes before he growled, “I’m going to see what more he tells me today. You’re going to retrieve Kara?”

She nodded thoughtfully. “Yes. I’m going to her palace now.”

He nodded. “Good. As soon as she’s here, we will see this world.”

Hroarr sent power to open the doors and they strode through together. Gefn paused when Hroarr turned in the direction of their prisoner.

She took a deep breath as anticipation licked at her soul.

Chapter 25

Sacha’s Paris Home, Earth Realm

Sacha and Hades reformed on the moonlit roof garden of her home. She breathed in the night air and was pleased to hear the soft sounds of the city below. This was her home, one she’d loved for years, and it was good to be back there even though she and Hades were both alert for the potential arrival of possessed. If the Tria’s demons could track Hades’ power, then the probability of them doing it again was strong no matter where they were in Earth Realm. And that was why they were here. It was time to test her skills with Hades’ soul ability.

Bastian’s voice slid into her mind.
Tasha and I will meet you at your place as soon as we can
. She’d asked to see them after patrols were over. And that meant she and Hades were doing a patrol of their own, waiting to see if the possessed would return. Drake was waiting for her call when and if that happened.

She looked down at the streetlights below before turning to her mate.

The second she did, Hades pulled her into his arms, and when she glanced up, she was taken again with how beautiful he was. She’d cut his hair, not as short as P’s, because she wanted to be able to run her fingers through it. When he smiled down at her, he looked sexier than ever in his dress clothes.

His eyes took on a wicked glint as he growled, “I hope my hair grows quickly so you can cut it again.”

Visions of her straddling his naked lap played in her mind. It hadn’t turned out exactly the way she’d imagined the haircut would go:

“Sit on my cock, agapi mou,” he commanded as he pulled her nude body between his spread thighs. She groaned when his lips captured a nipple and sucked, sending shivers over her heated skin.

“I wouldn’t do that when I have scissors in my hand,” she breathed. She’d barely snipped the long mass away before he had her again. He was incorrigible and she grew wetter when he moved to the other nipple, sucking it hard as his palms wandered over her back and down to her ass. She’d never manage to finish this if he didn’t stop hauling her into his arms whenever she moved around him.

“I want my cock deep while you do this.” His pleasure at having her care for him like this was something she’d never expected. It felt warm. Loving. And her male definitely loved having her hands on him. It seemed like a constant need to touch, to be touched, and something about it made her feel… cherished. Coveted instead of suffocated, which seemed impossible to her.

She started to smile, but his fingers slipped into her pussy from behind and she jolted with pleasure. She held the scissors away, but barely. “You need to stop unless you want to bleed. Or look ridiculous.”

“Impossible,” he whispered into her mind with all the arrogance she’d learned to love. “I’ll stop when you spread that pussy and sit nice and still on my lap as you care for me.” The words were fuzzy as her mind focused on the fingers pumping demandingly inside her as he continued sucking on her nipple. She moaned, knowing she was going to come any second. It turned into a groan when he stopped and looked up at her with a devious smile.

She growled, “Why are you torturing me?”

“I want my hair cut while my cock’s all warm and slick.”

She sucked in air and glared down at his wicked grin. He was going to kill her, because she knew he was determined.

She moved to straddle him on the stool, and the second she slid down his shaft, pleasure sent shivers over her skin. Her hips moved, rocking of their own accord until he clasped them in his palms and stilled her. She glared into his mischief-filled eyes. “Stop teasing.”

“You can fuck me just as soon as you’ve made my hair the way you want it.”

Eternity. He would torment and tease her for eternity, she was sure of that now. She sucked in a breath and hoped he wasn’t bald in the end, because she needed this over quickly because she was too stuffed full and aching for release.

When she finally tossed the scissors aside and slid her fingers into his hair to shake it free of the strands she’d cut, he groaned and tilted his head. And the moment he looked down, heat was burning in his eyes and then they were rocking. It was a slow build, as he never let go of her gaze. Not even when he slammed her hips up and down his cock hard and fast. The entire time he watched her with an intensity that nearly brought her to her knees. She came hard, still ensnared in his gaze.