Hidden Ecstasy
Copyright © 2014 by Setta Jay, LLC
This is a work of fiction originally published as a free teaser prequel to the Guardians of the Realms series. In the overall timeline this is before Ecstasy Unbound, but you may enjoy it more after reading the first few books in the series.
Chapter One
Plaster shattered around his thick shoulders. Vane smelled the dust mixing with the sweet scent of arousal permeating the room. Lust-filled amber gazed into his own bright blue. He narrowed his eyes and flipped her around to crash her bare back into the hard wood of the door they had entered moments before. His long, pale hair brushed against his cheeks with the speed of the movement.
Brianne’s breath exhaled in a rush, followed by a low moan. Her skin felt soft and silky against his palms. He grasped her tightly, feeling the bite of her fingers on his biceps. Caging her firmly against his body, he first lifted, then pinned her hands next to her head.
Her full breasts pressed into his chest. The stiff points of her nipples rubbed him through his thin tee, and he relished the friction. He took her lips forcefully as she tried to take back control. Though she fought, he knew all she fucking wanted was to be subdued. It was always a battle.
She nipped at his lips, and he plunged his tongue deep. A low growl vibrated deep inside his chest. Brianne’s tongue tangled with his, becoming more and more demanding with each caress. He leaned down to angle his head for a more thorough exploration. Even in her high “come fuck me” heels, he still had a good seven inches on her. As a female Guardian of the Realms, her size had zero to do with the strength and power packed into her lithe frame. As she fought his hold, her eyes grew glazed with desire, enjoying how fully he had her under his control. It was what he watched for.
“How hard?” he growled against her bottom lip then nipped sharply, knowing the answer before she voiced it.
“As hard as you can give it, kitten.” She grinned wickedly at him as she issued the challenge in that sultry tone that never failed to go straight to his balls. One long, smooth thigh slid up his hip, pushing the silky material of her dress up with it. He could scent her sweet pussy and couldn’t wait to get his mouth down there to lap up all that delicious cream.
He grinned devilishly as he said, “Gladly, my little lark.” Brianne returned his grin. She enjoyed her nickname as much as he liked the one she’d given him.
She snapped at his lower lip. He touched his tongue to the sting and tasted his own blood. His grin grew wider at the sight of her narrowed lids. Both were predators in their own rights. The irony in their animal forms never escaped him.
He let his gaze trace her long copper-colored hair. It fell in wild waves, framing her delicate features and pouty lips. He loved her hair, loved to have it wrapped around his fists as he fucked her hard.
He leaned in, licking up her throat to her ear, and took his own sharp nip. “You’ll pay for making me bleed, my sweet songbird.” He chuckled when she growled at him. He’d always enjoyed their games, but sometimes…
Before she went for more blood, he bumped his denim-covered cock against her stomach and pushed her arms down to her sides, trapping them. He didn’t give her time to anticipate his next move. Instead, he lifted and tossed her the ten feet to the big bed in their secret hideaway. She bounced and then quickly spun around, facing him on her hands and knees. Her green dress gapped, giving him a nice glimpse of her unbound breasts. She wore nothing under the slip of silk. The fabric was no more than a tease, just like her golden stilettos.
He stalked forward, watching as her eyes ate up his every move. He lifted off his shirt and tossed it to the floor. His sensitive hearing picked up the hitch in her breathing, indicating just how hot the sight of his muscled chest made her. She eyed him intently as his hands moved to the button of his jeans, watching with rapt attention as he lowered the denim from his heated flesh. He wore nothing beneath the material, and his cock sprang free, released from its tight confines.
Her gaze latched on to the series of piercings along his shaft, and she licked her lips. She seemed to love the way the silicone balls felt as they slid deep inside her channel. He’d only had them a few years. Judging from the covetous look at his cock, it was long enough for her to crave the feel of them. He grinned roguishly at her as he kicked off first his boots, then jeans and socks, all while she watched silently and waited. She would strike soon. She always did.
As he made his way to the bed, she launched at him. She wrestled him for control before he took her down face first into the soft bedding. Her ass caressed his cock as he straddled her hips. She bucked and fought against his hold. As a Guardian, she was strong as fuck, but not stronger than a son of the Goddess Athena.
“Yield, and I’ll eat your pussy… first.” She fought his hold, and he smelled her juices flowing as she battled against him.
Struggling over power had been their usual game for a good century now. He figured she needed to know that he could contain her, that he could own her. He was only too happy to appease those needs.
He held her firmly beneath him, his muscles flexing to keep her down, loving the strain in his shoulders. He stroked his aching cock between her cheeks. The silk of her skin was soft against his shaft, and he enjoyed the sensation.
His need was escalating as they played. He would take her hard in a way he could never take a human. In a way that fed a need only she could quench.
He made sure to hold her hands away from him. She couldn’t be trusted. If he were mortal, he would have the scars to prove it. Thank fuck he wasn’t.
His breathing was ragged, but her panting sounded more erratic. That pleased him. He smirked as he watched her squirm.
They had played this game for so many decades that they both knew the score. As a powerful Guardian of the Realms, he imagined she had her pick of the Immortal males on Tetartos, but she always sought him out. His little lark liked playing with the forbidden. She should have exiled him long ago, and they both knew it. Instead, they met to screw like wild animals every chance they got. No talking, no sharing of feelings. Just rough, raw sex that fed the needs of their beasts.
She stilled a moment, and he felt the oxygen leave his lungs in a steady flow. Damn it. He hated the power she had over air. He flipped her beneath him, and her pouty lips quirked up at him. Air was still vacating his lungs as he bent low and took her lips in a searing kiss meant to make her lose all thought. The minx knew how to get what she wanted.
Her tongue stroked against his while her small hands came up to grip his biceps. Her talons scraped at his skin, reminding him that he hadn’t restrained them again after moving her. Fuck, fine. He was tired of the same frenzied fucking that they’d engaged in for so long.
Getting to his knees, he spun her again and lifted her, jamming her sharp talons into the wall above the headboard. She made a noise of surprise as he secured her wrists quickly. The sound of the shackles clicking into place mixed with her gasp. He’d added that feature to the iron headboard after their last bloody encounter. Wide amber eyes met his before narrowing.
“I don’t feel like bleeding tonight,” he explained in a low, sexy growl. “I plan to take my time.”
Her eyes dilated as her breathing hitched. She was on her knees, facing the headboard—just where he wanted her. Uncertainty, annoyance, and intrigue all battled on her gorgeous features. He was taking a risk, but he didn’t fucking care. He would take her like this, or she would send a telepathic call for her brethren to get her out.
“And if I don’t agree?” she asked, her voice managing to be hard, yet at the same time breathless.
He wasn’t relenting. Fuck that. If this was going to continue, there would be changes. “I’m not asking. Call your friends for help, or take what I give you.”
Her nostrils flared, but her eyes glazed. He could scent her need as it coated her sweet lower lips. His muscles tensed, waiting to see what she’d do. He liked the gamble.
For long moments, she studied him. He watched as she assessed her options and saw the moment she realized he wasn’t going to relent.
It had always been a fucking fight with her, always a fast pounding as they met their needs and blood flowed. His animal enjoyed the fight and, sometimes, the blood. What they engaged in was something a human could never give him, and he lived in the Realm of Humanity. This time, he wanted something else. It wasn’t like him to analyze his desires, and he sure as hell wasn’t starting now.
He ripped the dress from her sleek body. She moaned before turning to face the wall again, her shoulders rounded as if she were gearing up for something. Decision apparently made, she took a deep breath and relaxed. Slowly, she tilted her head and rested her forehead against her wrists on the scrolling iron of the headboard. Wavy titian hair flowed down her back to flirt with the twin dimples of her ass.
She was struggling with being bound. He knew it, but he could also smell how much desire was seeping from her slick entrance. Her arousal had accelerated from the moment she realized he’d shackled her. The metal would dampen her powers, but if she felt threatened, he had no doubt she could get out of it or call the other Guardians. He had to admit that the risk of getting himself fried was an added turn-on for him. His balls were tight and aching.
“You like that I can fuck you any way I want right now.” He said the words softly as he stroked her back. Her fragrance was sweetly intoxicating. He didn’t need to hear the words he knew she’d never voice. He was changing things. He wasn’t sure why and didn’t care. He pulled his shoulder-length blond hair back and tied it with a band he’d left on the nightstand. He couldn’t wait to dine on all the liquid candy. His cock was iron hard and aching to get inside her tight slit, but for once, he wanted to savor the experience. He planned to take his time with her if it killed them both.
He swept her long tresses to the side, and her muscles twitched under his fingers. At some point since their last meeting, she had gotten a tattoo of a long set of wings that spanned her back from the top of her shoulders to the firm globes of her ass. “Beautiful,” he said on a groan, taking in the greens that were vibrant and new. He ran his tongue over them, loving the way her skin tasted. Her back arched. The soft flesh heated under his questing hands and lips.
He wasn’t sure he could wait much longer to be inside her. His hands spanned the width of her narrow ribs. He caressed down and over her stomach then up to her full, high breasts tipped with what he knew were sweet, pink nipples. He could feel that they were tight, begging for his touch. He pulled at the hard nubbins as his mouth and tongue trailed her spine. He swore he heard her whimper. It was just a slight noise in the quiet of the room, but one he’d never heard her make before. It made his cat purr. He bit at her hip bones before taking his hands from her tits so that he could spread the cheeks of her tight ass.
“I like seeing every inch of you exposed for me.” He licked her spine again as she undulated against his hands. He grinned, knowing she’d expected him to move lower. “Arch your back. I’m hungry.”
She groaned but did as he commanded, her forehead never lifting from its resting place.
He trailed his tongue over her tiny ass, and her muscles twitched under his hands as she gasped. He continued down to the glistening folds beneath. A series of spasms rocked his cock as he sampled her delicious pussy. He dipped his tongue into her channel and pushed deep, just like he would do with his cock.
“Fuck, Vane,” she gritted out while bucking her hips against his face. He lapped up every bit of it with relish.
He took some of the dripping desire and coated her ass. He’d never taken her there, but he decided that would be the next change he’d make to their arrangement. They’d always been too frenzied to experience more. “I’m going to fuck your ass when I’ve had my fill of this sweet pussy. I plan to take you in every possible way before I let you go.”
She gasped, and he lifted one of her legs, tilting her sideways and off balance. He enjoyed the angle as he licked and sucked her clit into his mouth. She made mewling noises as he purred against her distended nub and slowly probed her ass with one slick finger. She grew louder as he ate her, burying his tongue deep, trying to get more of that sweet cream down his throat. He’d never tasted anything so good. He could spend the entire night between her thighs and still want more.
She came in a rush, her screams echoing off the walls. He lapped up every bit, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted more. Gentling his hands and lips, he slowly brought her back up. She climaxed again, harder the second time.
Licking her essence from his lips, he set her shaking leg back on the soft bedding. Holding his cock in one hand, he slicked it in her warm juices then slammed into her still-quivering pussy.
Fuck. The little sounds she made went straight to his shaft. His head rolled back on his shoulders. Damn. She squeezed him tight as he thrust all the way in until he was balls deep.
He circled his hips. The hard silicone barbells decorating his dick hit all the way inside her and massaged his cock so fucking good. He swore, and his eyes nearly crossed as he hammered inside her slick channel. It hugged him like a molten vise, and his breathing came out in ragged bursts, the sound mixed with the wild moans that issued from Brianne’s throat.
He used his thumbs to toy with her ass, imagining how hot and tight it would be around his dick when he took her there. His eyes were glued to the tiny opening as he shafted her deep. She arched and pushed against his simultaneously invading fingers and cock.
A tingling started in his spine, and his balls pulled tight. He thrust harder, faster. The sounds of wet, hard sex created a symphony in the air as they both got off.
He leaned over her beautiful back and licked her shoulder and neck as she breathlessly commanded, “Release the shackles.”
“No.” He felt his dick stiffen again, still buried inside her warm passage. He liked to play, and he planned to enjoy her for the entire night. This wasn’t going to be their normal quick, violent session.
She moaned deep as he twitched inside of her wet, come-filled pussy. He groaned when he started pulling from her body. He felt her pulsing to keep him deep. Moving up to her head, he stood on the bed. Pushing his fingers into the silky waves of her hair, he massaged the back of her neck. Her eyes were heavy lidded.
“Lick all the come off my dick. I bet yours tastes even better mixed with mine.”
Her eyes lit with fire, and her pink tongue darted out to taste the tip. Then it swirled around to flick against the barbell below.
“Fuck, yeah. Roll it with your tongue.” She did, and they both moaned. “Suck it deep and hard.” He nearly roared to the ceiling when she did as he commanded. Damn, the suction was fucking incredible.
When she moaned and swallowed around him, his vision blurred. He shouted as his come shot all the way down her throat. She swallowed and licked, and he smelled how damn wet she’d gotten while sucking him off. Why had they never taken their time before?
It took a minute, but he finally caught his breath. “If I knew you’d stay, there are so many other things I’d do to you without the shackles.” He purred the words then smacked her ass, hard.
She could have gotten whiplash from the speed at which her head turned back to look at him. Her eyes narrowed, and he felt her power pulling the air from his lungs. Her abilities weren’t dampened enough that she was powerless. He smacked her other cheek harder. Her breathing stuttered, and the air no longer fled his body. She studied him for a second, jaw clenching as she again made her decision.
He rubbed her cheeks, enjoying the pretty pink blush to her skin. He smacked them each again, this time lower, and her hips arched back. He heard her mumble, “I can’t believe I’m fucking doing this. It’s your turn next time.”
He grinned, but didn’t speak. He’d be damned if he allowed her to chain his ass up. A shiver ran along his spine just imagining what she’d do to him. He was pretty sure the shiver was born of fear, not excitement. He suppressed a chuckle and shook his head.
He slid in two fingers slicked in her juices. “Fuck my fingers. Work your pussy all over them.” He wanted to watch her push those sweet lips all along his fingers. She growled, but her hips rotated. It was fucking hot. The sultry movements of her hips drove him crazy. He took over the motions. His dick was getting too damn hard watching her play.
He took his fingers from her tight opening and she protested. “Damn it, Vane. Fuck me. You’re the one dictating this ridiculous game.” She was frustrated and getting pissed. Her beautiful amber gaze shot to his.
He stifled a chuckle and spread her cheeks so that he could lick the little hole he planned to invade. His tongue swirled and played as his fingers dipped in and spread her nectar over and inside her ass. His fingers pushed in, and she relaxed around them. “That’s it. Let me in. It’s going to feel so damn hot and tight in there.”
She moaned as he worked her, stretching the incredibly snug opening. He was damn big, but she had always enjoyed a bite of pain in their fucking. He positioned himself against her and pushed. She was taking him, but it was slow, and he was worried he’d come the minute he managed to get all the way inside. “Fuck, you’re so damn hot.”
“Do it. If you want my ass, fuck it!” Brianne pushed back on him, and he lost it. His groans echoed off the walls as he slammed in hard. She moaned as he thrust, fucking her tight ass like a wild fiend. His balls smacked her pussy and the barbells caressed him on each and every stroke.
Fuck, yeah. His grip on her hips would leave marks. It didn’t matter, he fucked her hard. He leaned over to thrust his fingers inside her gushing pussy. She met his thrusts and was making wild noises that only made him take her faster. Holy fuck. He worried he would pass out when they came. He’d never felt anything so incredible. He considered chaining her to his bed for eternity.
Chapter Two
It had been over a month since he’d last seen Brianne. Vane admitted that he might have fucked up a good thing by trying to take more from her. He mentally shook his head. He’d always had a propensity for pushing the limits. He pushed himself, and he pushed his siblings. It was his way of keeping his sanity. He got off on risk-taking. It was why he enjoyed hacking the Guardians’ computer systems. He tried to keep his wildness contained by letting it out in small increments. He didn’t want to chance getting his siblings exiled, but he couldn’t help balancing right on the line.
“Hey, man.” Erik greeted him in his usual, controlled monotone as Vane entered the office. Erik and their sister, Alex, looked up from their respective desks. The office was located in the center of the two-story penthouse they shared on the Upper East Side. It was convenient to keep their shit together, and he and his twin liked to keep an eye on their sister. Not that they couldn’t teleport to wherever she was if she needed them, but they tended to be protective as shit of her. Her unique powers made for a tougher life than she deserved.
He saw that Alex was already in her fighting gear. Well, her version, anyway, which included tight-fitting, stretchy clothes and designer boots. He knew that she obsessed over her footwear. Why should he give a shit if she spent thousands of dollars on shoes? As long as it made her happy, he couldn’t care less. He had his own expensive habits, mostly the two-wheeled variety.
“Is your hair perfect enough to get on with this job, Vane?”
He flipped his twin off. So he liked his hair fucking straight, not a mess like his brother’s short dark hair. Erik and he were opposite in almost every way. His twin had dark hair and icy, light-blue eyes. Vane’s hair was pale. His blue eyes were darker and brighter, closer to their sister’s sapphire. Erik was also controlled, whereas Vane always felt the need to be free. Something had been needed to balance his twin’s dark broodiness, which came about in the centuries after the Immortal Exile.
In avoiding exile, they were stuck with the humans on Earth Realm. Most humans proved entertaining, but they were so short lived and very fragile.
It was Alex’s intuitive powers that kept them on Earth. She felt they were needed there, so with the humans they stayed. They never went against her intuition. Her incredibly rare powers were the main reason their parents had kept them secreted away from the world.
Vane looked over and saw his twin’s icy blue gaze fixed on his monitor. The information he scanned was what Vane had managed to scrounge up on their latest case. Sitting next to the screen were a few personal articles Vane had swiped from the victim’s home for scent.
They had started to take on mercenary work as a way to keep Alex busy so that she wouldn’t insist on helping them put down demon-possessed humans. Killing the possessed was a kind of civic duty he and his brother performed on their off time. It was a hell of a lot more fulfilling than killing the damn piece of shit humans they dealt with in human-trafficking cases. Regular humans were too damn easy, but the possessed packed some punch from the demon that inhabited and slowly destroyed their bodies. Way more fun.
“Looks like they took her through Germany then Russia, most likely?” Vane assessed.
Erik got up from his desk and strapped on a shoulder holster and his newest Sig over the black tee he was sporting. His brother loved guns so much that he’d had a mini range installed downstairs next to their private gym.
Vane could take them or leave them. They were handy for flashing at humans, since the brothers avoided displaying their powers unless they planned on killing all of the witnesses. It was better not to attract the Guardians’ attention.
Not that he hadn’t been pretty much fucking shit up already by seeing Brianne. He frowned, thinking about how she was avoiding him.
Alex tilted her beautiful head and looked at him. “What’s up?” Her long, almost-black hair was back in a ponytail, and her sapphire eyes looked concerned.
He gave her his best grin and pushed the frustrating situation with Brianne out of his head. He yanked on the thin leather gloves they wore on these types of operations. He checked and noted that his siblings had already donned theirs.
“I’m good, sis.” He gave her another charming grin then cut off any prying she was about to do by addressing his twin.
“I’ve already checked with our contacts and hit a few of the locals. It all led to northern Germany. I think we’ll find something on that ship,” Vane said, pointing to the monitor with a picture of a hundred-fifty-foot merchant-style ship. “If the family hadn’t thought their own people could deal with the situation, we’d have more to go on. It’s past the seventy-two-hour mark. They didn’t ransom. It was personal. The shit the father’s into got his nineteen-year-old daughter’s security detail fried and her ass taken. The father unleashed his own men on all the likely suspects and got nowhere. The abductors were damn good at covering their tracks.”
“Okay. Then let’s stop chitchatting and get the hell over there.” Erik looked agitated as he walked toward the balcony so they could teleport to the big boat. Vane knew why he was on edge. He was feeling much the same. They both hated that Alex had picked this kind of work, especially with the crap going on with her powers. He could feel echoes of his twin’s frustration mixing with his own. Best not to think about shit they couldn’t do dick about.
They would be getting to the boat in the dead of night. They needed to focus and get the girl back quickly. Plus, he was hoping a little cold Baltic air would settle his frustrated cock.
The ability to teleport was only one of the powers they had acquired from their goddess mother. The twins got their height, breadth, and animal form from their warrior father. Both stood six foot seven and had a heavy muscle mass that belied their cats’ stealth.
Alex was tiny in comparison, reaching to their shoulders when she wore heels, which was always. She eyed Vane suspiciously as they headed for the French doors leading onto the balcony. She always knew when something was bothering him.
He pulled up the picture of their desired destination in his mind and teleported. His body reformed on the top deck of the merchant boat, right next to his siblings.
The boat was moored somewhere in the Baltic Sea, which meant the night air would have felt frigid if they were human. To him, it felt invigorating.
This location was in the opposite direction of where the girl’s idiot father had sent his goons to search. That dickhead’s enemies were all located along the Mediterranean. He had made assumptions that had gotten him nowhere, causing his daughter to suffer longer. Vane’s intel indicated that the other men had only done cursory checks along the northern routes.
The three siblings moved over the top of the mostly still boat. The winds whirled and slapped against the vessel’s hull. Waves licked at the sides, and the lights were a soft glow around the housing entrance on the top deck.
He heard the footsteps of two men, likely on patrol duty. Vane smelled the pungent scent of cigarette smoke and stale booze leaking from the pores of the closest guard, and readied to take him out.
The heavily built asshole came around the corner. A thick coat covered his bulk, and he had a rifle slung over one arm. Smoke and fogging breath puffed out in front of him. Vane’s muscles flexed to move, but before he got the chance, Erik teleported behind the guy and swiftly snapped his neck. His brother lifted the bulky body and hid it behind some rigging. A splash would have been heard by the others, and they were attempting to do their work somewhat quietly.
I got mine, Alex said telepathically.
Shit. Both guards were down. He should have called dibs.
Vane blew out a breath. There would be more guards to dispatch as they made their way through the interior. They needed to get inside and scent the area to see if these were the assholes that had abducted the girl. His intel indicated that the humans on this boat were some of the lowliest assholes that humanity had to offer. They were into all kinds of lovely shit dealing with the Russian cartels.
Erik slipped inside the passage. The weighted metal door creaked loudly as his brother stepped over the high threshold and into the interior. Well, shit. He’d be lucky if his damn twin left anyone for him to kill. He could see it in Erik’s eyes.
His sister moved around the corner as the door shut. What the hell, Erik? Vane said through the link. Both he and Alex shared disgusted looks. The “cock-blocking” wasn’t new, but usually, his twin only did it to Alex. Why did Erik have to screw up Vane’s good time too?
You didn’t get moving. Not my problem. The scent’s here, but faint.
Vane whisked the creaky door open with a flourish. After you, sis, he said in their mental link before allowing her to enter ahead of him. She smirked, her sapphire eyes twinkling with suppressed mirth. He grinned down at her, shaking his head. They were used to their brother’s high-fucking-handedness.
He knew his brother needed to have control. It was his way of dealing with the shit storm that was their sister’s powers. But hogging the kills was still a full-fledged dick move.
He rolled his tight shoulders while he and Alex made their way through a narrow hall and down a series of stairs, stepping over bodies as they went. They finally made it into a room where a couple of rancid-smelling humans sat tied to metal chairs.
Vane’s jaw started to ache from clenching it. He stood with his hands on his hips, mimicking his sister’s stance, his eyebrow cocked while Alex tapped her booted toe against the metal floor. They both stared Erik down.
Erik raised one heavily muscled shoulder. You two lagged. Erik knew full well that he had just sucked all of the enjoyment out of the op. Vane didn’t need to say anything. Alex would have Erik’s ass later. Good enough, since she fought dirty. They both hated sparring with her.
He watched as Alex glared daggers into Erik’s icy gaze, all the while lifting both hands in a “What the fuck?” gesture. His twin tried an innocent look, but it didn’t fly. He shook his head at Erik. Good fucking luck with that later, bro.
Watching his brother’s controlled features tighten with the dawning realization of his error brought some of Vane’s humor back. They were all wound a little too tight. One of Alex’s more frustrating abilities was showing itself with disturbing frequency. They both worried about her suffering, but Erik took it personally that he couldn’t help her.
Vane blew out a breath, refusing to think on things he couldn’t change. Their sister was strong. They would all get through it. They’d been through worse.
He looked at the idiots sweating and squirming against their bonds. Zip ties were a truly beautiful invention. So simple. The captives had been making a ruckus by swearing in German. The sound grated as did their words. Why were they making threats? They were caught and tied up. Did it really seem like a good plan to act cocky? He shook his head again, ignoring their rants.
Vane could mentally delve into minds. His siblings hadn’t received the same power from their mother. It wasn’t strong, but it worked fine on humans as long as he concentrated. He needed to get his mind on the target. The girl they were looking for was collateral damage in a dangerous power play by her dumbass father. She was meant to be lost forever, and bad things were likely happening to her as they stood dicking around.
He also wanted to get this night over so he could see if his Guardian was at their hideaway. His teeth clenched tighter. He had been checking for her every fucking day lately.
Alex started speaking to the humans in their own dialect as Vane moved between them and laid a hand on each asshole’s shoulder. She asked them a series of questions. They swore at her instead of answering, but in the asking, she brought the answers to the forefront of their minds. They were thinking of the girl. He hated seeing into the minds of others, especially sick bastards like those in front of them.
After Alex asked over and over where they took a girl they swore they’d never seen, he was forced to view what they had done to her. She was still alive, but he doubted that she wanted to be. It sickened and infuriated him. The piece-of-shit assholes didn’t deserve to die easily, and they wouldn’t.
His power flared, and his muscles tensed. They would learn what it was like to be weak. The sight of her small body being used and abused as these sick and dirty bastards got off nauseated him. Rage ate at his gut, and his animal flared to the surface, itching to come out and play. He would see just how much they enjoyed being on the receiving end of true pain.
His claws slid from his fingertips, and he relished the burn of partial transformation. His nails dug into the flesh of each shoulder as he smelled the metallic tang of blood in the air. His animal roared inside, wanting out.
He telepathically communicated where the sick fucks had taken the girl and informed his siblings he would be right behind them. His sister’s nostrils flared, and she put the blunt end of her heel to good use on the men’s balls. He shared a narrowed look of understanding with his twin. This job would only get uglier before it ended.
Alex and Erik left him to his task. His vision narrowed on the two pieces of excrement in front of him. He rolled his neck and prepared to give them a taste of what being weak was truly like. The bitches screamed in agony, and the sound echoed off the metal walls.
Chapter Three
Vane quickly showered away the blood and disposed of his clothes. With added speed, he pulled on clean jeans and a dark tee before adding new gloves. Neither he nor his cat could handle being dirty for long. Plus, walking around covered in blood wasn’t the least bit inconspicuous.
He blew out a breath, cringing internally at the ugliness of the case. Alex didn’t need this shit right now, but damn, she was stubborn. She was determined to get the girl. Erik had reported that they’d made it to the location the boat guys inadvertently gave up. His twin said it held the girl’s scent, but not her.
He needed to get to his brother and sister. Erik sent him a mental image of the next place on the trail… Moscow.
His body reformed beside a tattered playground in the center of three sketchy Moscow apartment buildings. It was still full dark, but it wouldn’t be for too much longer. They wouldn’t need much time.
His brother and sister met him under a neglected stand of trees situated on what used to be a grassy area. His boots sank into dirt and weeds that enhanced the ambiance created by the bent and rusty metal slide and a swing set that was missing bits of the seats.
“They talked after a little incentive,” said Erik. “They said this was the place. It took a few Internet searches to get a picture.”
Alex glared at Erik as he spoke. His twin avoided her angry look by gazing at the building that was their destination. Alex positioned herself in front of their brother, hands on her hips as she whispered aloud.
“Erik, I know you’re pissy and frustrated. I get it. Your status as alpha brother number one is not in jeopardy. I put up with your usual PMS because I love you. But you are out of control tonight. If you keep stealing all the kills, I’m going to kick your butt all the way home. Don’t test me right now. If I don’t get to blow off some steam here, I’m taking my pound of flesh from you.”
Erik took a deep, bracing breath, obviously trying to get a grip on his frustration before looking down at Alex. He gave a sharp nod, which was Erik’s version of a simpering sonnet or some shit.
Vane hid his smirk so that Alex wouldn’t come after him next. She was a hair puller, and she bit fucking hard. He liked his golden locks just how they were. Her hands were still on her hips, but she flashed him a rock-star grin made of pure feminine victory before moving quickly toward the darkened building. They needed to finish this as soon as possible.
He felt a niggling itch at the back of his neck, and he looked at his brother. He could tell by the look on Erik’s face that he’d felt it too.
I’ll check on things out here, Vane said to his twin. Erik nodded and followed right at Alex’s heels.
Something felt out of place. Vane tilted his head to concentrate on what had bothered him. He heard the heavy groaning of a vehicle’s engine. It sounded loud against the previous quiet. Even the wind wasn’t blowing in this little piece of paradise. It was likely around four a.m., and the sound of tires treading over broken pavement was getting closer.
He slipped around the corner of the building and watched as a van parked down the street and across from the playground. He watched until the lights turned off and the motor stopped. Then he teleported behind a nondescript, oxidized pickup truck that sat behind the van.
He caught the scents first. Damn it.
He had to give the boys credit. They were good, especially for humans. The girl’s father must have hired them first, or they would never have made it to the location so fast.
They worked as a team of six, all ex-military from different countries. This was not the first time their paths had crossed Vane’s. They were solid, mostly professional, hard-partying, big bad-asses. Human bad-asses, though. He respected their skill, but right now, they could potentially fuck with his time frame. He had shit to do, starting with getting the girl out of the bowels of hell so that her daddy could get her into the years of therapy she would undoubtedly require.
After that, he needed to find that damn Guardian and demand she get her ass into his bed.
He listened as they discussed plans inside the van. He detected the distinctively deep, English accent of their leader, “Porter.” He’d been given his nickname because he resembled the actor in the Transporter movies. At least that was the story. Vane didn’t see that much of a resemblance. The guy was built more like a linebacker and was covered in scars and tattoos. The main commonality was his English accent.
Vane had files on all six of the guys who encompassed Porter’s team. They were too good not to keep track of. He tried not to like them, but they were entertaining when they weren’t messing up his night. He heard every word as they planned to fan out and do surveillance.
How’s it going in there? Vane asked his twin. We’ve got a party out here.
We’ve got the female. Your damn sister made a fucking mess up here. I’ve got neighbors making noise and a lot of dead bodies. Erik sounded annoyed and maybe a little concerned, likely for Alex. Expect a gas explosion any minute. Who’s here to party?
Vane gritted his teeth hard. Porter’s guys. Daddy dearest must have hired them. It’s not looking like a coincidence, especially since they’re casing the building you’re in. Go out the back. I’ll meet you there.
Vane teleported to the side of the building and ran around to the back. He could only go to a location he had seen or had a picture of. It made for an annoying inconvenience.
Is the girl conscious? he asked.
Drugged.
Good, that would be easier. She wouldn’t have any memories of this part of the transport.
He heard the deep percussion of the blast seconds before a window, three stories above, burst out of its casings and rained glass and debris down to the cracked walkway below. Smoke billowed from the opening, and he could see flames dancing out of it. He whipped out his phone and called the contact he’d kept on standby.
“Moscow. Where and how soon?” he said when the call was picked up.
The deeply accented voice on the other side of the line provided the information he needed. He looked it up on his phone. It took a while for a photo to load, even with his specialized device, but he finally got an image of where they were going.
A moment later, Alex threw open the back door. She was livid. He knew what she must have seen. The pure brutality of the girl’s treatment hit too close to home for all of them. He clenched his jaw as the scents of blood and so much more wafted out behind Erik. The battered girl lay in his twin’s big arms, a small bundle wrapped in a filthy blanket.
Vane clenched his teeth tight. They should never have taken this job, but Alex had insisted. His eyes met his Erik’s icy gaze, and Vane knew, without a doubt, that they would be hunting soon. For someone to order this type of abduction…
He ground his teeth in fury while giving his brother the visual of the location they needed to get to. He didn’t give a shit whether he would be helping the girl’s asshole father or not. You didn’t do this to innocent females. That asshole should have killed the father, not gone after the young daughter, consigning her to a life of hellish torment. His fists balled at his sides.
The fact that Alex was taking deep breaths, trying to calm her anger, infuriated him. The asshole that ordered this abduction knew what he was setting into play. He obviously hadn’t realized that he was bringing hell to his door. Vane and his siblings knew just who to go after. It had been clear in the minds of the guys on that boat.
He moved to his sister and wrapped her small, shaking body in his arms. She rested her head against his chest and valiantly regulated her breathing, attempting to control her rage while he teleported them out.
Chapter Four
Brianne had finally caved. She had planned to cut him off for making her feel… odd. But in the end, she couldn’t hold out. Over a month without him felt like a lifetime. She loved his damn dick.
He made her feel desirable and feminine while feeding the needs of her animal. It was an intoxicating combination. The only males strong enough to accomplish that were Vane and his brother. She didn’t even consider her brother Guardians. She wouldn’t fuck them. They seemed more like siblings. Vane’s brother hadn’t attracted her like he had. Erik was hot, big, and brooding, which seemed boring to her.
There was something about Vane’s light coloring, sexy body, and playboy attitude that hit all of her buttons. The sexy playfulness mixed with his hulking strength and dominance made for an enticing package. He was beautiful, his eyes a bright sapphire that almost glowed against his tanned flesh and sun-streaked hair. It had always amused her that he was so fastidious about his appearance yet still managed to be completely male. He fit her like no one else ever had.
He was not her mate. Falling for him would be stupid, and she was not a stupid female. She just needed release so badly that it was screwing with her head. There was no reason not to take what she wanted from him, to continue to enjoy him. So what if she liked him.
She would allow herself access to his body and the amazing orgasms he provided while keeping her heart her own. She had never been a simpering female that confused sex with something more. Hell, she’d kept her distance for the entire century they’d been meeting. Why had restraining her made her feel like things were changing? It was wicked and wild, made her hot as hell, and damn, but she wanted him to do it again. She grinned to herself. She wanted to do it to him.
Mmm. Her mouth watered at the conjured image of his hard body locked in place for her, at her mercy. Gooseflesh dotted her sensitive skin with the fantasy of what she would do to him.
She had been acting like a total girl. He was not her first lover. She could enjoy her orgasms and have fun like usual. She shook her head and stepped away from the window. It showed nothing but darkness and swaying trees.
In reality, she was thankful he wasn’t her mate. His prissiness would have driven her to murder him. She looked around the cabin he had fashioned as their private place. It was up in the mountains so that no one would hear the damage they wrought on the architecture. She grinned. There had been a good amount of damage through the years. She chuckled at that, thinking about the times she had broken things just to amuse herself. Everything would be repaired whenever she came back. Her grin widened, thinking that he was likely to lose it when he saw what she had done this time.
She slid onto the big bed. The soft material felt cool against her heated flesh. She slipped the soft slip of a dress over her head and tossed it onto the chair next to the bed. She left on only the nude fishnet stockings and bronze-tinted heels.
When would he come? It had been longer than they had ever gone between bouts. She didn’t like thinking he might have gone elsewhere to meet his needs. She had never given exclusivity much thought, and she refused to do it now. Nothing had changed between them. Her mind was playing tricks on her. If he wanted to change up their routine, she was on board with that. She sat on a hip and bent her legs out to one side as she waited.
Brianne heard a faint noise from outside. Anticipation fluttered in her stomach as she watched the door.
Chapter Five
Vane swiped a hand over his face before teleporting to the cabin. It had been a fucking nightmare of a day. The good news was that the girl was safely ensconced within the arms of her family who would, hopefully, get her some help.
Alex had insisted on finding the asshole responsible for the abduction, so he and Erik had watched over their sister as she leveled an entire cartel’s compound. She had barely saved them any kills. It hadn’t taken much time to locate the leader. After meting out some creative and cringe-worthy damage to that asshole, Alex’s usual good humor had returned. He couldn’t have done a better job of making the guy suffer. He apparently had boundaries his sister didn’t share. Even Erik had twitched a couple of times.
He shook his head at the memories and teleported outside the little cabin hideaway, relieved that the fucked-up part of his night was finally over. He needed release like he needed his next breath.
Anticipation flooded his system when he saw that lights were on inside the cottage. The scent of smoke wafted from the small chimney and dissipated into the night sky. He rolled his neck to loosen the tight muscles, preparing for the play to come. Showering had done little to relax the tension in his body.
His shoulders flexed as he moved into the small structure, and his cock throbbed painfully at the sight that greeted him. He stilled as the door clicked shut behind him, his eyes completely focused on the nearly nude perfection of the female in front of him. High, full, pink-tipped breasts peeked from beneath the waves of her hair. Her hips flared, and his eyes found the bare mound that called to him. She looked like a goddess in sexy-as-fuck heels and stockings.
“You’re late,” she said in the throaty voice that never failed to affect his cock.
He took a deep breath, inhaling her intoxicating scent. “Am I?” His own words came on a low purr.
She had distracted him so completely that he didn’t brace when she teleported in front of him. She pushed him back against the hard wood door, and his breath left him in a rush. His lust-filled brain had slowed his movements. The double snicks of metal locking into place showed just how fucking brain-addled he’d been.
Fucking shit.
“My turn,” she purred.
He smelled the juices flowing from her body, and her amber eyes lit with triumph. A glance above showed the thick shackles that bound him were secured into the header of the door. They sure as fuck hadn’t been there before.
She grinned wickedly at him as she ran her fingers over his chest. One talon slid from her fingertip, and he braced himself to bleed. Gritting his teeth tightly, he glared down at her. He had options, but fuck if he wasn’t just a little curious about what she was planning to do.
“You think I can’t get loose?” he asked. He could. It would bring down the wall, and it would likely hurt like a bitch, but it could happen. The metal drained some of his power, but not necessarily his strength. Her eyes glazed, and her nostrils flared. She loved his strength. He tilted his head and studied her.
“I know you can.” Her words were a little breathless. “I don’t think you’ll want to. Just like I didn’t want to get free.” Her eyes glittered, and her pouty lips quirked. She tore his tee shirt from his body, and her soft lips met his chest. She licked and nipped her way over the heavy muscle of his torso, and his breath hissed out as she suckled on his nipples.
He wasn’t in the least submissive and didn’t get off on the idea of being dominated. “Very nice, but I’d much rather have those lips wrapped around my cock.”
He smelled her pussy weep at the hint of command infused in his voice.
Her fingers went to his pants. He was surprised that she didn’t make him bleed while tearing his clothes free of his flesh.
“How about you get down on your knees, Brianne.”
“Maybe.” She trailed her lips all over his chest before moving seductively toward the chairs set in front of the fire. Her long hair covered most of the tattooed wings, but he saw the ink flirting with him from beneath her wild waves. His mouth watered. What did she plan to do next?
His shaft throbbed against his stomach as he watched her bend over and pick up a chair. He nearly groaned at the sight of her firm ass jutting out behind her. She positioned the piece of furniture directly in front of him as he slowly kicked off his boots.
She proceeded to do a sultry dance around the back of the chair, her fingers dancing over the soft chocolate-colored leather.
He growled low as he realized how much she planned to torment him. Brianne was pure grace and fucking sex appeal. Her sleek curves looked soft and dewy, like she had rubbed oil into her skin. One long leg lifted, and a bronze high heel settled on the arm of the chair. With her at that the angle, he saw her wet folds glistening with moisture.
Small hands caressed the skin of her stomach and trailed slowly up her torso then lifted her breasts as if in offering. His mouth went dry and his breath hitched. “Touch that sweet little pussy for me.”
He heard her breath as it stuttered out, and one hand inched over her flat stomach down to the damp flesh of her lower lips. She circled her clit and dipped a digit into her soft, wet entrance. His wrists strained against the shackles when she pulled her fingers up to her lips and sucked. A groan tore from his throat, wanting a taste of his own.
She turned, bent low, and arched her back. The movement presented her sweet, wet passage and tiny back entrance to his gaze. He saw her hand move up and probe the depths.
He was enjoying the show, but his patience was wearing thin. “Give it to me.” A second later, her small fingers dipped inside his mouth, and he lapped up her sweet honey. His eyes were heavy lidded as he held her gaze. He sucked every bit of desire from her small digits until she moaned. She started to pull away, and he took one last lick and nip at the sensitive pads.
Her mouth trailed over his chest then moved lower until she was just where he wanted her most. Her movements bordered on frenzied as she devoured his thick shaft. His eyes nearly rolled back at the sensation of her hot mouth on his cock. She flicked her tongue on his piercings, and he groaned deep.
The fucking bonds were driving him nuts. He needed to hold her head and pump into the hot cavern of her mouth. He pulled hard, sending plaster raining over their bodies. She moaned deep around his shaft, and he nearly came with the delicious vibration.
“Remove the shackles, or watch the wall come down. Either way I’ll have you in seconds.”
She bobbed her head on his shaft in wild abandon, and he saw one hand disappear between her thighs. He knew she was playing with her pussy as she sucked him raw.
“Brianne!” he demanded as more dust fell.
His shaft popped free of her mouth a moment later, and she gave him a cocky grin. Her lips were swollen, and her skin was flushed like he’d never seen. She was incredible.
She cocked her head as if considering. At his warning growl, she chuckled and unlatched the locks. He had her under him in a second, his mouth possessing hers in a kiss meant to consume. His fingers found her swollen, slick lower lips. Fuck, yeah.
He flipped her so that her breasts pressed into the back of the leather chair. His chest molded to her back while his cock stretched her wide. In a few hard thrusts, she was crying out her release. He was wild with need, shafting harder and deeper as she arched and bowed beneath his demanding thrusts. His hands lowered, caressing her clit and sending her over again. “I’m going to fuck you unconscious and then take your hot little ass as payment for making me wait.”
She groaned deep and gasped for breath. He felt her pussy quiver around his cock as she came again. She had unleashed this madness. She would assuage his need. His lion roared it’s approval in his mind. The need to claim her was strong.
She’d called to his beast in a dangerous way. It seemed his animal had become nearly as addicted as the man.
No amount of danger could keep him from her.
Copyright © 2014 by Setta Jay, LLC
This is a work of fiction originally published as a free teaser prequel to the Guardians of the Realms series. In the overall timeline this is before Ecstasy Unbound, but you may enjoy it more after reading the first few books in the series.
Chapter One
Plaster shattered around his thick shoulders. Vane smelled the dust mixing with the sweet scent of arousal permeating the room. Lust-filled amber gazed into his own bright blue. He narrowed his eyes and flipped her around to crash her bare back into the hard wood of the door they had entered moments before. His long, pale hair brushed against his cheeks with the speed of the movement.
Brianne’s breath exhaled in a rush, followed by a low moan. Her skin felt soft and silky against his palms. He grasped her tightly, feeling the bite of her fingers on his biceps. Caging her firmly against his body, he first lifted, then pinned her hands next to her head.
Her full breasts pressed into his chest. The stiff points of her nipples rubbed him through his thin tee, and he relished the friction. He took her lips forcefully as she tried to take back control. Though she fought, he knew all she fucking wanted was to be subdued. It was always a battle.
She nipped at his lips, and he plunged his tongue deep. A low growl vibrated deep inside his chest. Brianne’s tongue tangled with his, becoming more and more demanding with each caress. He leaned down to angle his head for a more thorough exploration. Even in her high “come fuck me” heels, he still had a good seven inches on her. As a female Guardian of the Realms, her size had zero to do with the strength and power packed into her lithe frame. As she fought his hold, her eyes grew glazed with desire, enjoying how fully he had her under his control. It was what he watched for.
“How hard?” he growled against her bottom lip then nipped sharply, knowing the answer before she voiced it.
“As hard as you can give it, kitten.” She grinned wickedly at him as she issued the challenge in that sultry tone that never failed to go straight to his balls. One long, smooth thigh slid up his hip, pushing the silky material of her dress up with it. He could scent her sweet pussy and couldn’t wait to get his mouth down there to lap up all that delicious cream.
He grinned devilishly as he said, “Gladly, my little lark.” Brianne returned his grin. She enjoyed her nickname as much as he liked the one she’d given him.
She snapped at his lower lip. He touched his tongue to the sting and tasted his own blood. His grin grew wider at the sight of her narrowed lids. Both were predators in their own rights. The irony in their animal forms never escaped him.
He let his gaze trace her long copper-colored hair. It fell in wild waves, framing her delicate features and pouty lips. He loved her hair, loved to have it wrapped around his fists as he fucked her hard.
He leaned in, licking up her throat to her ear, and took his own sharp nip. “You’ll pay for making me bleed, my sweet songbird.” He chuckled when she growled at him. He’d always enjoyed their games, but sometimes…
Before she went for more blood, he bumped his denim-covered cock against her stomach and pushed her arms down to her sides, trapping them. He didn’t give her time to anticipate his next move. Instead, he lifted and tossed her the ten feet to the big bed in their secret hideaway. She bounced and then quickly spun around, facing him on her hands and knees. Her green dress gapped, giving him a nice glimpse of her unbound breasts. She wore nothing under the slip of silk. The fabric was no more than a tease, just like her golden stilettos.
He stalked forward, watching as her eyes ate up his every move. He lifted off his shirt and tossed it to the floor. His sensitive hearing picked up the hitch in her breathing, indicating just how hot the sight of his muscled chest made her. She eyed him intently as his hands moved to the button of his jeans, watching with rapt attention as he lowered the denim from his heated flesh. He wore nothing beneath the material, and his cock sprang free, released from its tight confines.
Her gaze latched on to the series of piercings along his shaft, and she licked her lips. She seemed to love the way the silicone balls felt as they slid deep inside her channel. He’d only had them a few years. Judging from the covetous look at his cock, it was long enough for her to crave the feel of them. He grinned roguishly at her as he kicked off first his boots, then jeans and socks, all while she watched silently and waited. She would strike soon. She always did.
As he made his way to the bed, she launched at him. She wrestled him for control before he took her down face first into the soft bedding. Her ass caressed his cock as he straddled her hips. She bucked and fought against his hold. As a Guardian, she was strong as fuck, but not stronger than a son of the Goddess Athena.
“Yield, and I’ll eat your pussy… first.” She fought his hold, and he smelled her juices flowing as she battled against him.
Struggling over power had been their usual game for a good century now. He figured she needed to know that he could contain her, that he could own her. He was only too happy to appease those needs.
He held her firmly beneath him, his muscles flexing to keep her down, loving the strain in his shoulders. He stroked his aching cock between her cheeks. The silk of her skin was soft against his shaft, and he enjoyed the sensation.
His need was escalating as they played. He would take her hard in a way he could never take a human. In a way that fed a need only she could quench.
He made sure to hold her hands away from him. She couldn’t be trusted. If he were mortal, he would have the scars to prove it. Thank fuck he wasn’t.
His breathing was ragged, but her panting sounded more erratic. That pleased him. He smirked as he watched her squirm.
They had played this game for so many decades that they both knew the score. As a powerful Guardian of the Realms, he imagined she had her pick of the Immortal males on Tetartos, but she always sought him out. His little lark liked playing with the forbidden. She should have exiled him long ago, and they both knew it. Instead, they met to screw like wild animals every chance they got. No talking, no sharing of feelings. Just rough, raw sex that fed the needs of their beasts.
She stilled a moment, and he felt the oxygen leave his lungs in a steady flow. Damn it. He hated the power she had over air. He flipped her beneath him, and her pouty lips quirked up at him. Air was still vacating his lungs as he bent low and took her lips in a searing kiss meant to make her lose all thought. The minx knew how to get what she wanted.
Her tongue stroked against his while her small hands came up to grip his biceps. Her talons scraped at his skin, reminding him that he hadn’t restrained them again after moving her. Fuck, fine. He was tired of the same frenzied fucking that they’d engaged in for so long.
Getting to his knees, he spun her again and lifted her, jamming her sharp talons into the wall above the headboard. She made a noise of surprise as he secured her wrists quickly. The sound of the shackles clicking into place mixed with her gasp. He’d added that feature to the iron headboard after their last bloody encounter. Wide amber eyes met his before narrowing.
“I don’t feel like bleeding tonight,” he explained in a low, sexy growl. “I plan to take my time.”
Her eyes dilated as her breathing hitched. She was on her knees, facing the headboard—just where he wanted her. Uncertainty, annoyance, and intrigue all battled on her gorgeous features. He was taking a risk, but he didn’t fucking care. He would take her like this, or she would send a telepathic call for her brethren to get her out.
“And if I don’t agree?” she asked, her voice managing to be hard, yet at the same time breathless.
He wasn’t relenting. Fuck that. If this was going to continue, there would be changes. “I’m not asking. Call your friends for help, or take what I give you.”
Her nostrils flared, but her eyes glazed. He could scent her need as it coated her sweet lower lips. His muscles tensed, waiting to see what she’d do. He liked the gamble.
For long moments, she studied him. He watched as she assessed her options and saw the moment she realized he wasn’t going to relent.
It had always been a fucking fight with her, always a fast pounding as they met their needs and blood flowed. His animal enjoyed the fight and, sometimes, the blood. What they engaged in was something a human could never give him, and he lived in the Realm of Humanity. This time, he wanted something else. It wasn’t like him to analyze his desires, and he sure as hell wasn’t starting now.
He ripped the dress from her sleek body. She moaned before turning to face the wall again, her shoulders rounded as if she were gearing up for something. Decision apparently made, she took a deep breath and relaxed. Slowly, she tilted her head and rested her forehead against her wrists on the scrolling iron of the headboard. Wavy titian hair flowed down her back to flirt with the twin dimples of her ass.
She was struggling with being bound. He knew it, but he could also smell how much desire was seeping from her slick entrance. Her arousal had accelerated from the moment she realized he’d shackled her. The metal would dampen her powers, but if she felt threatened, he had no doubt she could get out of it or call the other Guardians. He had to admit that the risk of getting himself fried was an added turn-on for him. His balls were tight and aching.
“You like that I can fuck you any way I want right now.” He said the words softly as he stroked her back. Her fragrance was sweetly intoxicating. He didn’t need to hear the words he knew she’d never voice. He was changing things. He wasn’t sure why and didn’t care. He pulled his shoulder-length blond hair back and tied it with a band he’d left on the nightstand. He couldn’t wait to dine on all the liquid candy. His cock was iron hard and aching to get inside her tight slit, but for once, he wanted to savor the experience. He planned to take his time with her if it killed them both.
He swept her long tresses to the side, and her muscles twitched under his fingers. At some point since their last meeting, she had gotten a tattoo of a long set of wings that spanned her back from the top of her shoulders to the firm globes of her ass. “Beautiful,” he said on a groan, taking in the greens that were vibrant and new. He ran his tongue over them, loving the way her skin tasted. Her back arched. The soft flesh heated under his questing hands and lips.
He wasn’t sure he could wait much longer to be inside her. His hands spanned the width of her narrow ribs. He caressed down and over her stomach then up to her full, high breasts tipped with what he knew were sweet, pink nipples. He could feel that they were tight, begging for his touch. He pulled at the hard nubbins as his mouth and tongue trailed her spine. He swore he heard her whimper. It was just a slight noise in the quiet of the room, but one he’d never heard her make before. It made his cat purr. He bit at her hip bones before taking his hands from her tits so that he could spread the cheeks of her tight ass.
“I like seeing every inch of you exposed for me.” He licked her spine again as she undulated against his hands. He grinned, knowing she’d expected him to move lower. “Arch your back. I’m hungry.”
She groaned but did as he commanded, her forehead never lifting from its resting place.
He trailed his tongue over her tiny ass, and her muscles twitched under his hands as she gasped. He continued down to the glistening folds beneath. A series of spasms rocked his cock as he sampled her delicious pussy. He dipped his tongue into her channel and pushed deep, just like he would do with his cock.
“Fuck, Vane,” she gritted out while bucking her hips against his face. He lapped up every bit of it with relish.
He took some of the dripping desire and coated her ass. He’d never taken her there, but he decided that would be the next change he’d make to their arrangement. They’d always been too frenzied to experience more. “I’m going to fuck your ass when I’ve had my fill of this sweet pussy. I plan to take you in every possible way before I let you go.”
She gasped, and he lifted one of her legs, tilting her sideways and off balance. He enjoyed the angle as he licked and sucked her clit into his mouth. She made mewling noises as he purred against her distended nub and slowly probed her ass with one slick finger. She grew louder as he ate her, burying his tongue deep, trying to get more of that sweet cream down his throat. He’d never tasted anything so good. He could spend the entire night between her thighs and still want more.
She came in a rush, her screams echoing off the walls. He lapped up every bit, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted more. Gentling his hands and lips, he slowly brought her back up. She climaxed again, harder the second time.
Licking her essence from his lips, he set her shaking leg back on the soft bedding. Holding his cock in one hand, he slicked it in her warm juices then slammed into her still-quivering pussy.
Fuck. The little sounds she made went straight to his shaft. His head rolled back on his shoulders. Damn. She squeezed him tight as he thrust all the way in until he was balls deep.
He circled his hips. The hard silicone barbells decorating his dick hit all the way inside her and massaged his cock so fucking good. He swore, and his eyes nearly crossed as he hammered inside her slick channel. It hugged him like a molten vise, and his breathing came out in ragged bursts, the sound mixed with the wild moans that issued from Brianne’s throat.
He used his thumbs to toy with her ass, imagining how hot and tight it would be around his dick when he took her there. His eyes were glued to the tiny opening as he shafted her deep. She arched and pushed against his simultaneously invading fingers and cock.
A tingling started in his spine, and his balls pulled tight. He thrust harder, faster. The sounds of wet, hard sex created a symphony in the air as they both got off.
He leaned over her beautiful back and licked her shoulder and neck as she breathlessly commanded, “Release the shackles.”
“No.” He felt his dick stiffen again, still buried inside her warm passage. He liked to play, and he planned to enjoy her for the entire night. This wasn’t going to be their normal quick, violent session.
She moaned deep as he twitched inside of her wet, come-filled pussy. He groaned when he started pulling from her body. He felt her pulsing to keep him deep. Moving up to her head, he stood on the bed. Pushing his fingers into the silky waves of her hair, he massaged the back of her neck. Her eyes were heavy lidded.
“Lick all the come off my dick. I bet yours tastes even better mixed with mine.”
Her eyes lit with fire, and her pink tongue darted out to taste the tip. Then it swirled around to flick against the barbell below.
“Fuck, yeah. Roll it with your tongue.” She did, and they both moaned. “Suck it deep and hard.” He nearly roared to the ceiling when she did as he commanded. Damn, the suction was fucking incredible.
When she moaned and swallowed around him, his vision blurred. He shouted as his come shot all the way down her throat. She swallowed and licked, and he smelled how damn wet she’d gotten while sucking him off. Why had they never taken their time before?
It took a minute, but he finally caught his breath. “If I knew you’d stay, there are so many other things I’d do to you without the shackles.” He purred the words then smacked her ass, hard.
She could have gotten whiplash from the speed at which her head turned back to look at him. Her eyes narrowed, and he felt her power pulling the air from his lungs. Her abilities weren’t dampened enough that she was powerless. He smacked her other cheek harder. Her breathing stuttered, and the air no longer fled his body. She studied him for a second, jaw clenching as she again made her decision.
He rubbed her cheeks, enjoying the pretty pink blush to her skin. He smacked them each again, this time lower, and her hips arched back. He heard her mumble, “I can’t believe I’m fucking doing this. It’s your turn next time.”
He grinned, but didn’t speak. He’d be damned if he allowed her to chain his ass up. A shiver ran along his spine just imagining what she’d do to him. He was pretty sure the shiver was born of fear, not excitement. He suppressed a chuckle and shook his head.
He slid in two fingers slicked in her juices. “Fuck my fingers. Work your pussy all over them.” He wanted to watch her push those sweet lips all along his fingers. She growled, but her hips rotated. It was fucking hot. The sultry movements of her hips drove him crazy. He took over the motions. His dick was getting too damn hard watching her play.
He took his fingers from her tight opening and she protested. “Damn it, Vane. Fuck me. You’re the one dictating this ridiculous game.” She was frustrated and getting pissed. Her beautiful amber gaze shot to his.
He stifled a chuckle and spread her cheeks so that he could lick the little hole he planned to invade. His tongue swirled and played as his fingers dipped in and spread her nectar over and inside her ass. His fingers pushed in, and she relaxed around them. “That’s it. Let me in. It’s going to feel so damn hot and tight in there.”
She moaned as he worked her, stretching the incredibly snug opening. He was damn big, but she had always enjoyed a bite of pain in their fucking. He positioned himself against her and pushed. She was taking him, but it was slow, and he was worried he’d come the minute he managed to get all the way inside. “Fuck, you’re so damn hot.”
“Do it. If you want my ass, fuck it!” Brianne pushed back on him, and he lost it. His groans echoed off the walls as he slammed in hard. She moaned as he thrust, fucking her tight ass like a wild fiend. His balls smacked her pussy and the barbells caressed him on each and every stroke.
Fuck, yeah. His grip on her hips would leave marks. It didn’t matter, he fucked her hard. He leaned over to thrust his fingers inside her gushing pussy. She met his thrusts and was making wild noises that only made him take her faster. Holy fuck. He worried he would pass out when they came. He’d never felt anything so incredible. He considered chaining her to his bed for eternity.
Chapter Two
It had been over a month since he’d last seen Brianne. Vane admitted that he might have fucked up a good thing by trying to take more from her. He mentally shook his head. He’d always had a propensity for pushing the limits. He pushed himself, and he pushed his siblings. It was his way of keeping his sanity. He got off on risk-taking. It was why he enjoyed hacking the Guardians’ computer systems. He tried to keep his wildness contained by letting it out in small increments. He didn’t want to chance getting his siblings exiled, but he couldn’t help balancing right on the line.
“Hey, man.” Erik greeted him in his usual, controlled monotone as Vane entered the office. Erik and their sister, Alex, looked up from their respective desks. The office was located in the center of the two-story penthouse they shared on the Upper East Side. It was convenient to keep their shit together, and he and his twin liked to keep an eye on their sister. Not that they couldn’t teleport to wherever she was if she needed them, but they tended to be protective as shit of her. Her unique powers made for a tougher life than she deserved.
He saw that Alex was already in her fighting gear. Well, her version, anyway, which included tight-fitting, stretchy clothes and designer boots. He knew that she obsessed over her footwear. Why should he give a shit if she spent thousands of dollars on shoes? As long as it made her happy, he couldn’t care less. He had his own expensive habits, mostly the two-wheeled variety.
“Is your hair perfect enough to get on with this job, Vane?”
He flipped his twin off. So he liked his hair fucking straight, not a mess like his brother’s short dark hair. Erik and he were opposite in almost every way. His twin had dark hair and icy, light-blue eyes. Vane’s hair was pale. His blue eyes were darker and brighter, closer to their sister’s sapphire. Erik was also controlled, whereas Vane always felt the need to be free. Something had been needed to balance his twin’s dark broodiness, which came about in the centuries after the Immortal Exile.
In avoiding exile, they were stuck with the humans on Earth Realm. Most humans proved entertaining, but they were so short lived and very fragile.
It was Alex’s intuitive powers that kept them on Earth. She felt they were needed there, so with the humans they stayed. They never went against her intuition. Her incredibly rare powers were the main reason their parents had kept them secreted away from the world.
Vane looked over and saw his twin’s icy blue gaze fixed on his monitor. The information he scanned was what Vane had managed to scrounge up on their latest case. Sitting next to the screen were a few personal articles Vane had swiped from the victim’s home for scent.
They had started to take on mercenary work as a way to keep Alex busy so that she wouldn’t insist on helping them put down demon-possessed humans. Killing the possessed was a kind of civic duty he and his brother performed on their off time. It was a hell of a lot more fulfilling than killing the damn piece of shit humans they dealt with in human-trafficking cases. Regular humans were too damn easy, but the possessed packed some punch from the demon that inhabited and slowly destroyed their bodies. Way more fun.
“Looks like they took her through Germany then Russia, most likely?” Vane assessed.
Erik got up from his desk and strapped on a shoulder holster and his newest Sig over the black tee he was sporting. His brother loved guns so much that he’d had a mini range installed downstairs next to their private gym.
Vane could take them or leave them. They were handy for flashing at humans, since the brothers avoided displaying their powers unless they planned on killing all of the witnesses. It was better not to attract the Guardians’ attention.
Not that he hadn’t been pretty much fucking shit up already by seeing Brianne. He frowned, thinking about how she was avoiding him.
Alex tilted her beautiful head and looked at him. “What’s up?” Her long, almost-black hair was back in a ponytail, and her sapphire eyes looked concerned.
He gave her his best grin and pushed the frustrating situation with Brianne out of his head. He yanked on the thin leather gloves they wore on these types of operations. He checked and noted that his siblings had already donned theirs.
“I’m good, sis.” He gave her another charming grin then cut off any prying she was about to do by addressing his twin.
“I’ve already checked with our contacts and hit a few of the locals. It all led to northern Germany. I think we’ll find something on that ship,” Vane said, pointing to the monitor with a picture of a hundred-fifty-foot merchant-style ship. “If the family hadn’t thought their own people could deal with the situation, we’d have more to go on. It’s past the seventy-two-hour mark. They didn’t ransom. It was personal. The shit the father’s into got his nineteen-year-old daughter’s security detail fried and her ass taken. The father unleashed his own men on all the likely suspects and got nowhere. The abductors were damn good at covering their tracks.”
“Okay. Then let’s stop chitchatting and get the hell over there.” Erik looked agitated as he walked toward the balcony so they could teleport to the big boat. Vane knew why he was on edge. He was feeling much the same. They both hated that Alex had picked this kind of work, especially with the crap going on with her powers. He could feel echoes of his twin’s frustration mixing with his own. Best not to think about shit they couldn’t do dick about.
They would be getting to the boat in the dead of night. They needed to focus and get the girl back quickly. Plus, he was hoping a little cold Baltic air would settle his frustrated cock.
The ability to teleport was only one of the powers they had acquired from their goddess mother. The twins got their height, breadth, and animal form from their warrior father. Both stood six foot seven and had a heavy muscle mass that belied their cats’ stealth.
Alex was tiny in comparison, reaching to their shoulders when she wore heels, which was always. She eyed Vane suspiciously as they headed for the French doors leading onto the balcony. She always knew when something was bothering him.
He pulled up the picture of their desired destination in his mind and teleported. His body reformed on the top deck of the merchant boat, right next to his siblings.
The boat was moored somewhere in the Baltic Sea, which meant the night air would have felt frigid if they were human. To him, it felt invigorating.
This location was in the opposite direction of where the girl’s idiot father had sent his goons to search. That dickhead’s enemies were all located along the Mediterranean. He had made assumptions that had gotten him nowhere, causing his daughter to suffer longer. Vane’s intel indicated that the other men had only done cursory checks along the northern routes.
The three siblings moved over the top of the mostly still boat. The winds whirled and slapped against the vessel’s hull. Waves licked at the sides, and the lights were a soft glow around the housing entrance on the top deck.
He heard the footsteps of two men, likely on patrol duty. Vane smelled the pungent scent of cigarette smoke and stale booze leaking from the pores of the closest guard, and readied to take him out.
The heavily built asshole came around the corner. A thick coat covered his bulk, and he had a rifle slung over one arm. Smoke and fogging breath puffed out in front of him. Vane’s muscles flexed to move, but before he got the chance, Erik teleported behind the guy and swiftly snapped his neck. His brother lifted the bulky body and hid it behind some rigging. A splash would have been heard by the others, and they were attempting to do their work somewhat quietly.
I got mine, Alex said telepathically.
Shit. Both guards were down. He should have called dibs.
Vane blew out a breath. There would be more guards to dispatch as they made their way through the interior. They needed to get inside and scent the area to see if these were the assholes that had abducted the girl. His intel indicated that the humans on this boat were some of the lowliest assholes that humanity had to offer. They were into all kinds of lovely shit dealing with the Russian cartels.
Erik slipped inside the passage. The weighted metal door creaked loudly as his brother stepped over the high threshold and into the interior. Well, shit. He’d be lucky if his damn twin left anyone for him to kill. He could see it in Erik’s eyes.
His sister moved around the corner as the door shut. What the hell, Erik? Vane said through the link. Both he and Alex shared disgusted looks. The “cock-blocking” wasn’t new, but usually, his twin only did it to Alex. Why did Erik have to screw up Vane’s good time too?
You didn’t get moving. Not my problem. The scent’s here, but faint.
Vane whisked the creaky door open with a flourish. After you, sis, he said in their mental link before allowing her to enter ahead of him. She smirked, her sapphire eyes twinkling with suppressed mirth. He grinned down at her, shaking his head. They were used to their brother’s high-fucking-handedness.
He knew his brother needed to have control. It was his way of dealing with the shit storm that was their sister’s powers. But hogging the kills was still a full-fledged dick move.
He rolled his tight shoulders while he and Alex made their way through a narrow hall and down a series of stairs, stepping over bodies as they went. They finally made it into a room where a couple of rancid-smelling humans sat tied to metal chairs.
Vane’s jaw started to ache from clenching it. He stood with his hands on his hips, mimicking his sister’s stance, his eyebrow cocked while Alex tapped her booted toe against the metal floor. They both stared Erik down.
Erik raised one heavily muscled shoulder. You two lagged. Erik knew full well that he had just sucked all of the enjoyment out of the op. Vane didn’t need to say anything. Alex would have Erik’s ass later. Good enough, since she fought dirty. They both hated sparring with her.
He watched as Alex glared daggers into Erik’s icy gaze, all the while lifting both hands in a “What the fuck?” gesture. His twin tried an innocent look, but it didn’t fly. He shook his head at Erik. Good fucking luck with that later, bro.
Watching his brother’s controlled features tighten with the dawning realization of his error brought some of Vane’s humor back. They were all wound a little too tight. One of Alex’s more frustrating abilities was showing itself with disturbing frequency. They both worried about her suffering, but Erik took it personally that he couldn’t help her.
Vane blew out a breath, refusing to think on things he couldn’t change. Their sister was strong. They would all get through it. They’d been through worse.
He looked at the idiots sweating and squirming against their bonds. Zip ties were a truly beautiful invention. So simple. The captives had been making a ruckus by swearing in German. The sound grated as did their words. Why were they making threats? They were caught and tied up. Did it really seem like a good plan to act cocky? He shook his head again, ignoring their rants.
Vane could mentally delve into minds. His siblings hadn’t received the same power from their mother. It wasn’t strong, but it worked fine on humans as long as he concentrated. He needed to get his mind on the target. The girl they were looking for was collateral damage in a dangerous power play by her dumbass father. She was meant to be lost forever, and bad things were likely happening to her as they stood dicking around.
He also wanted to get this night over so he could see if his Guardian was at their hideaway. His teeth clenched tighter. He had been checking for her every fucking day lately.
Alex started speaking to the humans in their own dialect as Vane moved between them and laid a hand on each asshole’s shoulder. She asked them a series of questions. They swore at her instead of answering, but in the asking, she brought the answers to the forefront of their minds. They were thinking of the girl. He hated seeing into the minds of others, especially sick bastards like those in front of them.
After Alex asked over and over where they took a girl they swore they’d never seen, he was forced to view what they had done to her. She was still alive, but he doubted that she wanted to be. It sickened and infuriated him. The piece-of-shit assholes didn’t deserve to die easily, and they wouldn’t.
His power flared, and his muscles tensed. They would learn what it was like to be weak. The sight of her small body being used and abused as these sick and dirty bastards got off nauseated him. Rage ate at his gut, and his animal flared to the surface, itching to come out and play. He would see just how much they enjoyed being on the receiving end of true pain.
His claws slid from his fingertips, and he relished the burn of partial transformation. His nails dug into the flesh of each shoulder as he smelled the metallic tang of blood in the air. His animal roared inside, wanting out.
He telepathically communicated where the sick fucks had taken the girl and informed his siblings he would be right behind them. His sister’s nostrils flared, and she put the blunt end of her heel to good use on the men’s balls. He shared a narrowed look of understanding with his twin. This job would only get uglier before it ended.
Alex and Erik left him to his task. His vision narrowed on the two pieces of excrement in front of him. He rolled his neck and prepared to give them a taste of what being weak was truly like. The bitches screamed in agony, and the sound echoed off the metal walls.
Chapter Three
Vane quickly showered away the blood and disposed of his clothes. With added speed, he pulled on clean jeans and a dark tee before adding new gloves. Neither he nor his cat could handle being dirty for long. Plus, walking around covered in blood wasn’t the least bit inconspicuous.
He blew out a breath, cringing internally at the ugliness of the case. Alex didn’t need this shit right now, but damn, she was stubborn. She was determined to get the girl. Erik had reported that they’d made it to the location the boat guys inadvertently gave up. His twin said it held the girl’s scent, but not her.
He needed to get to his brother and sister. Erik sent him a mental image of the next place on the trail… Moscow.
His body reformed beside a tattered playground in the center of three sketchy Moscow apartment buildings. It was still full dark, but it wouldn’t be for too much longer. They wouldn’t need much time.
His brother and sister met him under a neglected stand of trees situated on what used to be a grassy area. His boots sank into dirt and weeds that enhanced the ambiance created by the bent and rusty metal slide and a swing set that was missing bits of the seats.
“They talked after a little incentive,” said Erik. “They said this was the place. It took a few Internet searches to get a picture.”
Alex glared at Erik as he spoke. His twin avoided her angry look by gazing at the building that was their destination. Alex positioned herself in front of their brother, hands on her hips as she whispered aloud.
“Erik, I know you’re pissy and frustrated. I get it. Your status as alpha brother number one is not in jeopardy. I put up with your usual PMS because I love you. But you are out of control tonight. If you keep stealing all the kills, I’m going to kick your butt all the way home. Don’t test me right now. If I don’t get to blow off some steam here, I’m taking my pound of flesh from you.”
Erik took a deep, bracing breath, obviously trying to get a grip on his frustration before looking down at Alex. He gave a sharp nod, which was Erik’s version of a simpering sonnet or some shit.
Vane hid his smirk so that Alex wouldn’t come after him next. She was a hair puller, and she bit fucking hard. He liked his golden locks just how they were. Her hands were still on her hips, but she flashed him a rock-star grin made of pure feminine victory before moving quickly toward the darkened building. They needed to finish this as soon as possible.
He felt a niggling itch at the back of his neck, and he looked at his brother. He could tell by the look on Erik’s face that he’d felt it too.
I’ll check on things out here, Vane said to his twin. Erik nodded and followed right at Alex’s heels.
Something felt out of place. Vane tilted his head to concentrate on what had bothered him. He heard the heavy groaning of a vehicle’s engine. It sounded loud against the previous quiet. Even the wind wasn’t blowing in this little piece of paradise. It was likely around four a.m., and the sound of tires treading over broken pavement was getting closer.
He slipped around the corner of the building and watched as a van parked down the street and across from the playground. He watched until the lights turned off and the motor stopped. Then he teleported behind a nondescript, oxidized pickup truck that sat behind the van.
He caught the scents first. Damn it.
He had to give the boys credit. They were good, especially for humans. The girl’s father must have hired them first, or they would never have made it to the location so fast.
They worked as a team of six, all ex-military from different countries. This was not the first time their paths had crossed Vane’s. They were solid, mostly professional, hard-partying, big bad-asses. Human bad-asses, though. He respected their skill, but right now, they could potentially fuck with his time frame. He had shit to do, starting with getting the girl out of the bowels of hell so that her daddy could get her into the years of therapy she would undoubtedly require.
After that, he needed to find that damn Guardian and demand she get her ass into his bed.
He listened as they discussed plans inside the van. He detected the distinctively deep, English accent of their leader, “Porter.” He’d been given his nickname because he resembled the actor in the Transporter movies. At least that was the story. Vane didn’t see that much of a resemblance. The guy was built more like a linebacker and was covered in scars and tattoos. The main commonality was his English accent.
Vane had files on all six of the guys who encompassed Porter’s team. They were too good not to keep track of. He tried not to like them, but they were entertaining when they weren’t messing up his night. He heard every word as they planned to fan out and do surveillance.
How’s it going in there? Vane asked his twin. We’ve got a party out here.
We’ve got the female. Your damn sister made a fucking mess up here. I’ve got neighbors making noise and a lot of dead bodies. Erik sounded annoyed and maybe a little concerned, likely for Alex. Expect a gas explosion any minute. Who’s here to party?
Vane gritted his teeth hard. Porter’s guys. Daddy dearest must have hired them. It’s not looking like a coincidence, especially since they’re casing the building you’re in. Go out the back. I’ll meet you there.
Vane teleported to the side of the building and ran around to the back. He could only go to a location he had seen or had a picture of. It made for an annoying inconvenience.
Is the girl conscious? he asked.
Drugged.
Good, that would be easier. She wouldn’t have any memories of this part of the transport.
He heard the deep percussion of the blast seconds before a window, three stories above, burst out of its casings and rained glass and debris down to the cracked walkway below. Smoke billowed from the opening, and he could see flames dancing out of it. He whipped out his phone and called the contact he’d kept on standby.
“Moscow. Where and how soon?” he said when the call was picked up.
The deeply accented voice on the other side of the line provided the information he needed. He looked it up on his phone. It took a while for a photo to load, even with his specialized device, but he finally got an image of where they were going.
A moment later, Alex threw open the back door. She was livid. He knew what she must have seen. The pure brutality of the girl’s treatment hit too close to home for all of them. He clenched his jaw as the scents of blood and so much more wafted out behind Erik. The battered girl lay in his twin’s big arms, a small bundle wrapped in a filthy blanket.
Vane clenched his teeth tight. They should never have taken this job, but Alex had insisted. His eyes met his Erik’s icy gaze, and Vane knew, without a doubt, that they would be hunting soon. For someone to order this type of abduction…
He ground his teeth in fury while giving his brother the visual of the location they needed to get to. He didn’t give a shit whether he would be helping the girl’s asshole father or not. You didn’t do this to innocent females. That asshole should have killed the father, not gone after the young daughter, consigning her to a life of hellish torment. His fists balled at his sides.
The fact that Alex was taking deep breaths, trying to calm her anger, infuriated him. The asshole that ordered this abduction knew what he was setting into play. He obviously hadn’t realized that he was bringing hell to his door. Vane and his siblings knew just who to go after. It had been clear in the minds of the guys on that boat.
He moved to his sister and wrapped her small, shaking body in his arms. She rested her head against his chest and valiantly regulated her breathing, attempting to control her rage while he teleported them out.
Chapter Four
Brianne had finally caved. She had planned to cut him off for making her feel… odd. But in the end, she couldn’t hold out. Over a month without him felt like a lifetime. She loved his damn dick.
He made her feel desirable and feminine while feeding the needs of her animal. It was an intoxicating combination. The only males strong enough to accomplish that were Vane and his brother. She didn’t even consider her brother Guardians. She wouldn’t fuck them. They seemed more like siblings. Vane’s brother hadn’t attracted her like he had. Erik was hot, big, and brooding, which seemed boring to her.
There was something about Vane’s light coloring, sexy body, and playboy attitude that hit all of her buttons. The sexy playfulness mixed with his hulking strength and dominance made for an enticing package. He was beautiful, his eyes a bright sapphire that almost glowed against his tanned flesh and sun-streaked hair. It had always amused her that he was so fastidious about his appearance yet still managed to be completely male. He fit her like no one else ever had.
He was not her mate. Falling for him would be stupid, and she was not a stupid female. She just needed release so badly that it was screwing with her head. There was no reason not to take what she wanted from him, to continue to enjoy him. So what if she liked him.
She would allow herself access to his body and the amazing orgasms he provided while keeping her heart her own. She had never been a simpering female that confused sex with something more. Hell, she’d kept her distance for the entire century they’d been meeting. Why had restraining her made her feel like things were changing? It was wicked and wild, made her hot as hell, and damn, but she wanted him to do it again. She grinned to herself. She wanted to do it to him.
Mmm. Her mouth watered at the conjured image of his hard body locked in place for her, at her mercy. Gooseflesh dotted her sensitive skin with the fantasy of what she would do to him.
She had been acting like a total girl. He was not her first lover. She could enjoy her orgasms and have fun like usual. She shook her head and stepped away from the window. It showed nothing but darkness and swaying trees.
In reality, she was thankful he wasn’t her mate. His prissiness would have driven her to murder him. She looked around the cabin he had fashioned as their private place. It was up in the mountains so that no one would hear the damage they wrought on the architecture. She grinned. There had been a good amount of damage through the years. She chuckled at that, thinking about the times she had broken things just to amuse herself. Everything would be repaired whenever she came back. Her grin widened, thinking that he was likely to lose it when he saw what she had done this time.
She slid onto the big bed. The soft material felt cool against her heated flesh. She slipped the soft slip of a dress over her head and tossed it onto the chair next to the bed. She left on only the nude fishnet stockings and bronze-tinted heels.
When would he come? It had been longer than they had ever gone between bouts. She didn’t like thinking he might have gone elsewhere to meet his needs. She had never given exclusivity much thought, and she refused to do it now. Nothing had changed between them. Her mind was playing tricks on her. If he wanted to change up their routine, she was on board with that. She sat on a hip and bent her legs out to one side as she waited.
Brianne heard a faint noise from outside. Anticipation fluttered in her stomach as she watched the door.
Chapter Five
Vane swiped a hand over his face before teleporting to the cabin. It had been a fucking nightmare of a day. The good news was that the girl was safely ensconced within the arms of her family who would, hopefully, get her some help.
Alex had insisted on finding the asshole responsible for the abduction, so he and Erik had watched over their sister as she leveled an entire cartel’s compound. She had barely saved them any kills. It hadn’t taken much time to locate the leader. After meting out some creative and cringe-worthy damage to that asshole, Alex’s usual good humor had returned. He couldn’t have done a better job of making the guy suffer. He apparently had boundaries his sister didn’t share. Even Erik had twitched a couple of times.
He shook his head at the memories and teleported outside the little cabin hideaway, relieved that the fucked-up part of his night was finally over. He needed release like he needed his next breath.
Anticipation flooded his system when he saw that lights were on inside the cottage. The scent of smoke wafted from the small chimney and dissipated into the night sky. He rolled his neck to loosen the tight muscles, preparing for the play to come. Showering had done little to relax the tension in his body.
His shoulders flexed as he moved into the small structure, and his cock throbbed painfully at the sight that greeted him. He stilled as the door clicked shut behind him, his eyes completely focused on the nearly nude perfection of the female in front of him. High, full, pink-tipped breasts peeked from beneath the waves of her hair. Her hips flared, and his eyes found the bare mound that called to him. She looked like a goddess in sexy-as-fuck heels and stockings.
“You’re late,” she said in the throaty voice that never failed to affect his cock.
He took a deep breath, inhaling her intoxicating scent. “Am I?” His own words came on a low purr.
She had distracted him so completely that he didn’t brace when she teleported in front of him. She pushed him back against the hard wood door, and his breath left him in a rush. His lust-filled brain had slowed his movements. The double snicks of metal locking into place showed just how fucking brain-addled he’d been.
Fucking shit.
“My turn,” she purred.
He smelled the juices flowing from her body, and her amber eyes lit with triumph. A glance above showed the thick shackles that bound him were secured into the header of the door. They sure as fuck hadn’t been there before.
She grinned wickedly at him as she ran her fingers over his chest. One talon slid from her fingertip, and he braced himself to bleed. Gritting his teeth tightly, he glared down at her. He had options, but fuck if he wasn’t just a little curious about what she was planning to do.
“You think I can’t get loose?” he asked. He could. It would bring down the wall, and it would likely hurt like a bitch, but it could happen. The metal drained some of his power, but not necessarily his strength. Her eyes glazed, and her nostrils flared. She loved his strength. He tilted his head and studied her.
“I know you can.” Her words were a little breathless. “I don’t think you’ll want to. Just like I didn’t want to get free.” Her eyes glittered, and her pouty lips quirked. She tore his tee shirt from his body, and her soft lips met his chest. She licked and nipped her way over the heavy muscle of his torso, and his breath hissed out as she suckled on his nipples.
He wasn’t in the least submissive and didn’t get off on the idea of being dominated. “Very nice, but I’d much rather have those lips wrapped around my cock.”
He smelled her pussy weep at the hint of command infused in his voice.
Her fingers went to his pants. He was surprised that she didn’t make him bleed while tearing his clothes free of his flesh.
“How about you get down on your knees, Brianne.”
“Maybe.” She trailed her lips all over his chest before moving seductively toward the chairs set in front of the fire. Her long hair covered most of the tattooed wings, but he saw the ink flirting with him from beneath her wild waves. His mouth watered. What did she plan to do next?
His shaft throbbed against his stomach as he watched her bend over and pick up a chair. He nearly groaned at the sight of her firm ass jutting out behind her. She positioned the piece of furniture directly in front of him as he slowly kicked off his boots.
She proceeded to do a sultry dance around the back of the chair, her fingers dancing over the soft chocolate-colored leather.
He growled low as he realized how much she planned to torment him. Brianne was pure grace and fucking sex appeal. Her sleek curves looked soft and dewy, like she had rubbed oil into her skin. One long leg lifted, and a bronze high heel settled on the arm of the chair. With her at that the angle, he saw her wet folds glistening with moisture.
Small hands caressed the skin of her stomach and trailed slowly up her torso then lifted her breasts as if in offering. His mouth went dry and his breath hitched. “Touch that sweet little pussy for me.”
He heard her breath as it stuttered out, and one hand inched over her flat stomach down to the damp flesh of her lower lips. She circled her clit and dipped a digit into her soft, wet entrance. His wrists strained against the shackles when she pulled her fingers up to her lips and sucked. A groan tore from his throat, wanting a taste of his own.
She turned, bent low, and arched her back. The movement presented her sweet, wet passage and tiny back entrance to his gaze. He saw her hand move up and probe the depths.
He was enjoying the show, but his patience was wearing thin. “Give it to me.” A second later, her small fingers dipped inside his mouth, and he lapped up her sweet honey. His eyes were heavy lidded as he held her gaze. He sucked every bit of desire from her small digits until she moaned. She started to pull away, and he took one last lick and nip at the sensitive pads.
Her mouth trailed over his chest then moved lower until she was just where he wanted her most. Her movements bordered on frenzied as she devoured his thick shaft. His eyes nearly rolled back at the sensation of her hot mouth on his cock. She flicked her tongue on his piercings, and he groaned deep.
The fucking bonds were driving him nuts. He needed to hold her head and pump into the hot cavern of her mouth. He pulled hard, sending plaster raining over their bodies. She moaned deep around his shaft, and he nearly came with the delicious vibration.
“Remove the shackles, or watch the wall come down. Either way I’ll have you in seconds.”
She bobbed her head on his shaft in wild abandon, and he saw one hand disappear between her thighs. He knew she was playing with her pussy as she sucked him raw.
“Brianne!” he demanded as more dust fell.
His shaft popped free of her mouth a moment later, and she gave him a cocky grin. Her lips were swollen, and her skin was flushed like he’d never seen. She was incredible.
She cocked her head as if considering. At his warning growl, she chuckled and unlatched the locks. He had her under him in a second, his mouth possessing hers in a kiss meant to consume. His fingers found her swollen, slick lower lips. Fuck, yeah.
He flipped her so that her breasts pressed into the back of the leather chair. His chest molded to her back while his cock stretched her wide. In a few hard thrusts, she was crying out her release. He was wild with need, shafting harder and deeper as she arched and bowed beneath his demanding thrusts. His hands lowered, caressing her clit and sending her over again. “I’m going to fuck you unconscious and then take your hot little ass as payment for making me wait.”
She groaned deep and gasped for breath. He felt her pussy quiver around his cock as she came again. She had unleashed this madness. She would assuage his need. His lion roared it’s approval in his mind. The need to claim her was strong.
She’d called to his beast in a dangerous way. It seemed his animal had become nearly as addicted as the man.
No amount of danger could keep him from her.