My Savior (14 page)

"Are you thinking about me?" His words now came from the foot of the bed.

"Darian, I don't understand, what are you doing?" She wanted to open her eyes and manhandle him onto the bed. Her body was coiled in anticipation of his touch, knowing that she was about to make love to her mate.

"Being with a lover is very different than 'taking care of business' on your own. The fact that I am the one to teach you the difference humbles me. I am going to take my time and introduce you to lovemaking."

She felt his fingers at her ankle. Casually, lazily he began to run his fingers up her leg to her knee and back down again. She felt completely out of control even though all he was doing was touching her leg.

"Darian..." Even to her own ears, her voice sounded strained.

"I bet you never took the time to explore every inch of your own body. How could you? Did you ever stop to appreciate the way your body changes as it prepares itself for loving?"

She shook her head. Her insides were shaking. All she wanted was for him to drive into her as fast and as hard as he could. She needed him desperately. She squirmed, squeezing her legs together.

"Are you imagining what I will do to you? You saw my cock when I was getting dressed. Are you wondering what it looks like hard and dripping for you?" His voice came from her left. He was circling the bed.

She swallowed hard, her throat dry. "Yes."

With the lightest of touches, she felt his fingers at her hips as he pulled down her panties.

"You wanted to give me a reason to live, and now I have one. Fate has given me my own piece of heaven, and I will guard it ferociously." He spread her legs and she nearly came unglued when she felt his tongue slip between her folds and nibble her gently.

"You taste like the sweetest of nectars. If we could stop time, would you let me stay right here? I could feast on you for hours and never get enough." He began deliberate strokes over her clit, pushing her climb toward madness.

"Darian! Please! Don't tease me anymore," she begged.

She felt his body move between her legs as his hands slipped under her body to release the clasp on her bra. He pulled it from her body, exposing her breasts.

"How can one woman be so perfect?" His voice was louder now that he was closer.

His hot mouth wrapped around her nipple, and he tugged and twisted mercilessly. When his hand reached between their bodies to circle her clit, she cried out and bucked against him wanting more, needing more.

"Open your eyes, my love," he whispered.

Her eyes flew open to see him leaning over her, his lavender eyes bright.

"My love?"

"How could I not love the crazy female who kneed me to prove that I wouldn't hurt her? How could I not love the woman who is willing to descend into hell rather than lose me? I have so very little to offer you, not even a certain future, and you give to me at every turn--your trust, your faith, your body. How could I not love you?" He buried his face between her neck and her shoulder.

"I've loved you for so long," she sobbed. It felt like a dream having him here with her. She wrapped her arms around his head and her legs around his waist. She would never let him go.

He pulled back to look down at her. "I wish I could give you more."

She sniffed and let her tears fall over her temples. "All I have ever wanted was you."

"I don't deserve you."

She began to protest, and he kissed her lightly on the lips. "I don't. I know this. But Goddess willing, I will have enough time on this Earth to make up for the sadness I have caused you."

"I wish I had found you a month ago," she whispered.

When he realized she was referring to her conception cycle, his eyes filled with tears. "I can do no less than try to hold on for the next year. Nothing could honor me more than for you to have my child."

"I'll hold you to that, princess." She smiled.

His eyes danced, and he leaned down to nip her collarbone, making her laugh. "We need to talk about this nickname you've given me."

"I like it." She grinned.

"You need a nickname, too, then," he said, kissing her neck.
 

She sighed. "I have one."

He pulled back and looked down at her. "What is it?"

She shook her head. "Nope, I'm never telling you. I'll never hear the end of it."

His smile was wicked. "I'll find out." He reached down, and seconds later, she felt him begin to push inside of her. She lifted her hips to end his slow impalement. He kept eye contact and chuckled. "None of that. You've been in control all your life; it's my turn."

Inch by inch, as he stretched her, she realized two things: One: Sex toys couldn't compare to the heated flesh that she felt. Two: She should have been using larger toys. She was just about to tell him to stop when her body stretched again, accommodating his size. She breathed out a sigh of relief.

His eyes were filled with concern. "Are you well? Should I stop?"

"You stop and I'll kill you. Just give me a second to adjust."

His eyes crinkled when he smiled, and he kissed the tip of her nose. "Trust me?"
 

She nodded. He took her at her word. He leaned down and bit her neck as he plunged deep into her. The pain from the bite turned the burning sensation from his stretching her into pleasure, and her body short-circuited between the pain and pleasure.

"Gods! Yes! More, Gods, more!"

With a deliberate rhythm, he worked his body in and out of hers, each thrust causing them both to cry out. She had never felt so strung out like this. The time he spent not touching her had built up her desire to unimaginable proportions. Each time he didn't touch her intensified a hundred fold the times he did.

When he began to increase his pace, she knew he was close. He reached between them and placed a finger on either side of her clit. Every time his hips surged forward, he stroked her with his movements. When he threw back his head and roared his release, she easily followed him.

For a few seconds, they enjoyed the feeling of being intertwined before he pulled out of her. Grinning like a schoolboy, he stared down at her. Breathing heavily, she flipped him off. Laughing, he headed toward the bathroom and came back with a washcloth.

He cleaned her gently, kissing her belly and using his finger to tickle her opening. When she clutched down involuntarily, she groaned. She would be feeling this tomorrow. He disposed of the washcloth in the bathroom, returned to bed, and pulled her into the curve of his body.

"It's so quiet," he murmured.

"I thought so, too, after visiting your room." She yawned and snuggled into his chest.

"You'll move to my room tomorrow."

"Oh, I will, huh?" She poked at his side, making him laugh.

He pulled back so he could look her in the eye. "Would you do me the honor of moving into my quarters?"

"Yes, my prince." She yawned again and got comfortable. For the first time since meeting him, she fell asleep hopeful of the future.

*****

Amelia woke the next morning to soft kisses on her face. When she opened her eyes, Darian was smiling down at her. "Morning, sleepyhead."

"What time is it?" She sat up and saw that he was already dressed in his black fatigues.
 

"Not even seven. Breakfast is at eight. I thought you'd like time to get ready." The difference in him was amazing. There was life in his eyes, and he hadn't stopped smiling.

"You look..."

He laughed. "I hardly recognize myself. I woke up this morning and the darkness was nearly gone. I haven't felt this good in years."

"So it's still there?"

He nodded. "Maybe it will always be there, which means you will have to help me keep it at bay." He grinned at her and tugged at the sheet covering her body.

"Darian! Horndog! What have I created?" She jumped from the bed and ran into the bathroom.

"Need help?" he offered.

"No, thank you. If you come in here, I won't get anything done."

His masculine laughter was cut short when she shut the door.

Men!

She replayed the events from the night before. Squeezing her legs together, she shook her head. She turned on the shower and quickly went through the motions of getting ready. She put on her makeup and smiled at her fresh-faced appearance. She loved her job, but didn't feel like doing a complete look every day. Wrapped in her towel, she walked into the room and pulled out her suitcase. Darian watched her get ready.

"What happened to your suitcase?"

"I was in a rush trying to get ready for you last night."

"So your suitcase exploded?"

She nodded. "Pretty much."

She dug her way through her clothes and pulled out her favorite jeans and a cream sweater. She was debating between her green boy-cut panty set and the blue when she heard Darian clear his throat behind her.

"Blue."

She turned. He was staring at the navy blue lace set as if it were the rarest treasure on the planet.

"Blue it is." She stood and let the towel drop, quickly pulled on her bra and panties, and could have sworn she heard her mate whimper. Bending over, she shimmied her breasts into place. She grabbed a pair of socks, put those on, and then slid on her jeans. Finally, she pulled on her sweater.
 

"Warmth!" She snuggled her face into the neckline.

"Come on, love, I can smell breakfast from here." Darian stood and held out his arm.

She had imagined how life with him would be. He'd never know how happy it made her for him to escort her down to breakfast.

Amelia hummed happily as they walked into the dining room. The men stood, nodded at her, and sat when she did.

"She's alive!" Beth declared with a smile.

Amelia blinked, thinking that Beth was referring to the amazing night she had shared with Darian. Her confusion must have shown because Meryn elaborated.

"You're up before noon." Meryn yawned.

Ryuu was already passing out cups of steaming beverages. He turned to her. "
Itoko-sama
what would you like before breakfast?"

"Before breakfast?"

Darian chuckled at her side. "We have learned to appease the beast before we start eating." He pointed to a bleary-eyed Meryn who was blowing on her mug.

"The beast, huh?" She turned to Ryuu. "I'll just have a cup of coffee."

Ryuu nodded and picked up a carafe. "Cream? Sugar?" He turned over her cup. As he poured, the rich smell of coffee filled the air. "Yes please, both, and lots of each."

Ryuu poured milk into a tiny creamer on his serving cart. He set the creamer and a sugar bowl on a small silver tray and set them beside her coffee cup.

"Thank you, this smells amazing." She lifted the cup and inhaled deeply.

Ryuu nodded, his expression intent. "We take our coffee very seriously around here."

"Thank the Gods we do! Ryuu, can I get what you normally serve Rheia? The coffee with the espresso?" Keelan collapsed into his chair. Ryuu immediately headed for the kitchen.

"What's the matter buddy? Sandman kick your ass?" Colton laughed.

Keelan looked up with a murderous glare. "Why in the fuck are you so happy?" he growled.

Colton jerked back as if he had been electrocuted. Everyone around the table stared. To Amelia Keelan just seemed more like Kendrick than usual.

Colton stood, his eyes wild, and looked down at his mate. "Fix him! He caught a case of Meryn!"

Rheia rolled her eyes and pulled her mate back down into his chair. Penny giggled at her father's actions.

Meryn growled. "I am not contagious, asshole."

Ryuu swept in from the kitchen, a tall mug in hand. "I made it extra strong." He set it down in front of the witch and stepped back.

Eyes half closed, Keelan took his first sip and grimaced but kept drinking. His eyes opened slowly, and he blinked, looking around the table. "What's for breakfast?"

"We have an assortment of bagels and pastries," Ryuu answered turning to head back into the kitchen.

Keelan nodded and yawned. "Sounds good."

Aiden stared at him. "Everything okay?" he asked in a very neutral voice.

"Yeah, I'm just working through some stuff. Oh! Here, I finished it last night when I couldn't sleep." He stood and walked to the other side of the table, stopping in front of Meryn. He handed her something, and she stared at it for a second, looked up at him and then back down, and squealed. She popped out of her chair and threw herself at Keelan, hugging him tight.

Amelia exchanged looks with Darian who shrugged. Amelia turned back to Meryn. "Meryn, what is it?"

Meryn was hopping up and down, trying to kiss Keelan's face. Aiden scooped her up and set her back down in her chair. She was so excited she was practically shaking. Keelan made his way back to his chair and sat down.

"He made me a sonic screwdriver!" Meryn waved the cylindrical metal object around.

Beth turned to Keelan. "I didn't know you knew that much about science."

Keelan shrugged and took another sip of coffee. "Who needs science when you have magic?"

Meryn turned it over in her hands. "What does it do?"

"I recorded the sound that the sonic screwdriver makes from the show; it plays that when you press the button," he explained.

Meryn looked crestfallen. "Is that all?"

Keelan shook his head. "No, it plays that sound when you press the green button and launches a stun spell when you press the white button. Each spell is set to knock out a full-grown vampire, the paranormal race least susceptible to electric shock. I think it has a hundred charges stored. When you run out, Ryuu should be able to charge it for you."

Meryn covertly began eyeing her mate, her finger twitching over the button.

"No," Aiden said.

"But..."

"No, Meryn, you cannot test it on me." Aiden gave her a stern look and kissed her forehead.

Amelia could tell that her baby sister-cousin was dying to see it in action.

Meryn turned and stared at Colton.

"No," Rheia said.

"Y'all are no fun." Meryn set her screwdriver down next to her plate, but kept looking at it longingly.