Denying Ecstasy (The Guardians of the Realms Series) (10 page)

His eyes flashed at the pet name before they narrowed dangerously. “Bullshit. You’re saying you want nothing to do with Immortality and the power of being my mate? You’re not lining up to be a willing hole like all the rest?” He scoffed and raised an eyebrow as if to challenge her. She felt the pang of pain and bitterness rolling from him. A hint of desperation flirted at the edge. It confused her.

His arrogance was pissing her off, making her a little sick. Almost but not quite killing her desire, that’s just how fucked up the mating frenzy was. She inched close to him. “I’m saying that you don’t know the first thing about me. You touched me, took away the option to ride this out slowly, and then swam off into the sunset. I had to find out I was mated from Sirena, who was concerned that I’d mated one of the enemy,” she bit out. Her cheeks were heated, and she had no idea if it was from excitement or anger—they were running neck and neck inside her. She saw something in his eyes, something that looked shockingly like regret. It was gone so fast she knew hope had caused her to imagine him softening toward her.

He narrowed his eyes and seemed to be assessing her words, looking for the lies he hoped to find. She took a deep breath, trying to control the lust, feeding the anger instead. Big hands lifted her ass and pinned her to the wall. Her breath exhaled in a rush as she fought the desire to wrap her legs around him. If he thought to bully and intimidate her and then just expect her to fall all over him, he was sorely mistaken.

“I will not be your mate,” he said so strongly it felt as if the walls shook.

“Then you might want to get your hands off me. Again,” Rain snapped back at him. It felt good to unleash her anger, but she knew her body was trying to take her over. She wanted to spread her thighs and feel his big hard erection where she needed it. It was cradled hot and thick between them. Wanting him just pissed her off. The desire to lash out was intense, almost as strong as the heat between them. His hands were holding her, his pinkie fingers dipping into the crease of her thigh and ass, massaging as he pressed his weight and hot cock into her. “Put. Me. Down,” she said and then nipped at his lip again. That thick lip called to her, and she hated that it tempted her so damn much. She wanted to know what it felt like against her skin, over her lips, on her nipples. She glared at it as if the flesh itself were to blame for her torment.

Before she could do anything more, his lips were on hers. His mouth taking, demanding her surrender. She fought it, could have fought his rough tactics forever, but when he softened the kiss, she got lost. Caught off guard by the gentleness, her lips parted, and his tongue slipped inside, soft and seductive. Everything fell away as it delved in and mingled with hers. He gentled, tempting and tasting her until she was wild for more of him. Her hands went to his wet hair and over his rough jaw. He tasted of something addicting. She was getting drunk on it as his lips grew aggressive and demanding again.

“Spread your thighs.” He demanded harshly, his hands moving to her thighs. Her vision was getting hazy. She felt drugged and needed so much more of it. She groaned, unable to stop from parting her legs to make room for him against her pussy. His lips took hers again, his tongue sliding in, exploring, seducing. She moaned as he rubbed against her clit and massaged her thighs and ass with his palms. She needed… her mind and thoughts were gone as they moved together. He was intoxicating her on purpose, rolling his hips into her until she was whimpering into his questing mouth and soaking the fabric separating them. She was almost consumed with lust, never had she been kissed like he was kissing her.

She raked her nails over his shoulders and back. He was so hot, burning up. His muscles twitched under her hands as he half groaned, half growled, and the vibration sent tingles over her skin, pulling her further into the haze.

His lips moved to her jaw. “Tilt your neck back.” He demanded. She gasped as one of his big hands tunneled into her hair. A slight tug angled her neck and the small bite of pain made her pussy throb. His lips trailed over the sensitive skin. She was panting, barely able to breathe as his teeth tugged on her sensitive lobe and his warm breath at her ear left her whimpering for more. His thumb gently caressed the pulse point at her neck and traced down her shoulder, leaving gooseflesh in its wake as it moved further down to the side of her aching, swollen breast. She couldn’t breathe, lost in what he was doing to her. She felt his muscles quaking under her hands as his tongue and teeth tormented her. His hot palm plumped her breast and one thumb slid over her tight nipple, wringing a strangled cry from her lips.

“You taste so fucking good.” He growled.

Desperation crowded inside her mind, along with panic and anger. It was strong enough to pull her from the seductive fog she’d gotten lost in. She yanked at the back of his hair to look at him. Between panting breaths she watched the war going on in his overly bright eyes. What the hell was wrong with her? She needed to stop this. She was no one’s doormat, and she could see how he was trying to fight through the lust. She also saw something else. More than the pain and regret she’d felt before. Longing. The frenzy was fucking with them both. If she did nothing, he would fuck her right up against the wall. Her pussy tightened, dying for him to do just that. She closed her eyes, desperately trying to find the anger. It was the only weapon she had to fight through the haze.

“You don’t get to be a dick and then think I’ll let you fuck me.” The words didn’t come out nearly as strong as she’d hoped, more a panting whisper.

He dipped a finger under her bikini bottoms, and she bit her cheek to stop the moan that welled up. He brought his finger to her lips. “Don’t lie to me. The fact that your legs are wrapped around me and your pussy is soaking through my pants tells me you’d love it if I fucked you right here, right now. You want to ride my dick as I pin you against this wall.”

She flicked her tongue out and tasted her own desire. It was a compulsion she regretted succumbing to when his eyes flashed with heat and she felt his arms shaking with tension. “Yes, but you still haven’t earned that… or me. I’m not lining up to be another hole for you.”

She heard his heart beating against her chest, it matched hers. He frowned. His cock pulsed between them, and she bit her cheek again, nearly drawing blood that time. She wouldn’t have him claiming her, and then leaving to look for a way out of the mating after she’d put herself out there. “Put. Me. Down. Now.” She infused steel into her words. “You don’t get it both ways. You don’t get to treat me like some mercenary bitch without knowing a thing about me, and you definitely don’t get to hate-fuck me.”

He set her down, but she saw his tendons tightening as if he were fighting himself. He probably was. She slid from between him and the wall, feeling slightly sick to her stomach. Her instincts were urging her to claim him, but at the moment she needed to get the hell away. Running was not in her nature, but this time it was her only option. They were both too far gone to talk. If she stayed another second he’d slam that big, hot cock inside her and she would beg for more. If she let that happen, she would hate herself as much as he obviously did.

As much as it went against the grain, she had to go. He needed to figure out his own issues. She slid out of the first door she could find and walked on wobbly legs around the back garden toward the wing that held her room. She still felt his lips on her neck, his warm breath against her ear and her pussy ached with need.

She inhaled deeply, hoping to replace his scent with the fresh mountain air. It was futile, she’d never get the scent and taste of him from her lungs and lips. At least she’d gotten confirmation that he planned to fight the mating, she thought grimly. She really didn’t know how she felt about any of it. She was angry, and the rejection stung even harder than before. She hated that her mind conjured up bits of tenderness from the experience. He was an asshole and had been toying with her. If she didn’t know what had happened to him, she might hate him now for making her feel so damn weak and cheap for rubbing all over him.

She shook her head. Sirena said fighting it wasn’t possible, so where did that leave her? She hated that he turned everything around when they spoke.

It ate at her that he hadn’t explained why he’d touched her. Some instinct? Something to indicate that he wanted a mate, even subconsciously. One of the others could easily have taken her out of the enemy compound. Why him?

She closed her eyes. Too many emotions had washed between them and she was confused by the whole damn experience. She was left feeling sick and achy all at once. All she knew for certain was that she needed to get to her room and gain some relief for her tormented body. Talking to Alyssa while soaking wet was not happening; she purposely avoided that side of the manor. She hoped her friend would go home when she never came back through the courtyard.

She walked as fast as she could, finally slipping inside the door to the sitting room near her suite. She let out a deep breath and thanked the Creators that no one was in there to scent her. It was awkward as hell living in a place with so many Immortal staff members. She made it to her room and immediately went to the shower. She needed to get his scent off of her skin. It was only making matters worse. She turned on the water and slipped out of her cover-up and bikini and sat on the edge of the tub; it was cold against her skin. She quickly turned the nozzles and listened to the water. The room itself was cool, and it started to take some of the heat from her body. An orgasm or three might take the edge off.

No doubt Dorian was getting his own relief from some human female. She frowned at how much that pissed her off. It had to be the whole mate thing. He’d started them on a road of torture, and she couldn’t do a damn thing about it. She wanted to knock him over the head, just to see if sand came out.

She touched her lips, tasting him there along with her own heated arousal. Her traitorous pussy ached for his touch. She fully intended to get control of the situation. She just needed to go through her options. She had friends she knew would help her. She planned to raise her chin and overcome whatever she needed to. She had a few more questions for Sirena, and she needed to get the hell out of the manor for a while.

Chapter 5

Dorian’s Island, Earth Realm

What the fuck was wrong with him? He’d been pissed and frustrated that she’d tracked him down. No doubt Sirena fucking helped her. Dorian couldn’t believe how close he’d been to claiming her against that wall. She’d looked fucking sexy as shit in that tiny bikini. It had infuriated him when he’d seen her standing there with barely any clothes on. He felt like she was trapping him.

Her sea-colored eyes flashed with anger while her body wept for him. She smelled like nothing he’d ever known. His dick hurt like a bitch, so much worse than before. He refused to fall further into her thrall, but if she hadn’t stopped him, he would have. It would have been so easy to slide the tiny bikini aside and slip inside her hot wet cunt. He groaned in pain.

He shook his head at how fucked up the situation was. What had he been thinking? When she hadn’t yielded to his angry kiss, he’d been caught off guard. He’d never come across a female that hadn’t eagerly participated in anything he’d given them. Instead of breaking it off, he’d wanted to seduce her, coax more liquid from her pussy. He’d wanted her to want him as much as he wanted her. Tempering his strength, he’d sampled her sweet lips. His beast had whimpered like a damn pussy as he’d allowed himself a taste of her. A taste of what he could never have. Ambrosia. His muscles ached from holding back his strength when he’s pinned her to the wall.

The desire to seduce was completely foreign to him and it had totally backfired. He’d tormented himself right along with her. The feel of her small, soft hands and sharp nails on his arms and back had nearly made him lose all control. It wasn’t like she’d stroked his damn cock. He stifled a fucking snarl at how big a pussy that made him.

It all happened because he’d wanted her to crave him, suffer with him. Shit, he was a prick. He knew the frenzy would make him out of control, but had every confidence that he could overcome it. When she hadn’t been as affected, it was like a slap to the face, and it shouldn’t have been. He wasn’t going to keep her. She was better off hating him, and he’d done a damn good job of making that happen before she’d left him standing in that hall, fighting the urge to go after her, to do things to her that would make her whimper and beg for more.

He wanted so much more than what he’d taken. He barely held back the compulsion to find her and rip the small slip of clothe from her smooth skin and suck on those beautiful tits as he buried his fingers in her slick pussy. She would be tight. He could tell she wasn’t that experienced and his beast fucking loved it, but that knowledge had nearly killed him when he was touching her. He’d never been forced to hold back so much in his entire fucking life.

He knew taking her would only cement them deeper into the mating, and if she hadn’t walked away, he would have claimed her there. He fucking wanted that more that he wanted to breathe. The raw need to make her his was what stopped him from following her. He couldn’t have her.

He ran his fingers through his hair, hoping that Uri would come through with some answers.

Sirena was angry, but she was still trying to find something to dampen the symptoms. More for Rain than him, she’d made that very clear. His sister was not happy that he continued to resist claiming his mate. Sirena had come to him a couple of days ago. She’d tried to guilt him into claiming Rain. He knew his sister, though, and was aware of just how ruthless she could be; no tactic was off limits when it came to getting mates for the Immortals.

After seeing Rain, he knew Sirena had lied to him. The female was more than fine without him. She wasn’t suffering. She smelled fucking incredible and was aroused, but she’d had no trouble walking away from him. It actually made him feel better and worse all at once. He wanted her like a fucking fiend. He’d wanted to hear her keen as she came all over his tongue, his dick. He’d make her beg for it.