Bethany's Rite (18 page)

Holding himself above her with straight arms, he ground his
hips in a slow circle. She wanted his weight on her, wanted to feel him move
hard and fast inside her. Wanted him as mindless and saturated in pleasure as
she was.

“God, Wyc,” she pleaded, her voice strained as another,
lesser, contraction fluttered through her, “fuck me.”

“I am, babydoll. I am.” A light sheen of perspiration sat on
his forehead. His body was rigid as he continued the slow, grinding circles,
letting her climax play completely out in ever-decreasing shudders.

When her body had quit convulsing, he lowered himself to his
elbows, framed her face with his hands and kissed her lightly.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me? How incredible it
feels to be inside of you?”

Her hands smoothed up his back. “Can’t feel as good as it
does to have you inside of me.”

He chuckled and nipped her chin, moving against her in a
shallow thrust. She tightened her inner muscles around his cock.

“You keep doing that, and I might not let you get any sleep
at all tonight.”

She lifted her knees, brought her thighs high around his
hips and allowed him to slide deeper inside. He groaned and kissed her again.
Wrapping her legs around his waist, she locked her ankles behind his back and
pressed her pussy hard against him.

He lifted his head, closed his eyes. A quick shudder raced
down his body. When he opened his eyes and looked at her, they were dark with
sensual promise. Her cunt seized around him in response.

His eyelids lowered and he slowly pulled out, the drag of
his cock over her sensitive pussy flaring need through her. Her body tried to
hold on to him. Gripping his cock to keep it deep inside. The friction of her
inner fight only heightened the sensation each time he withdrew.

Suddenly he slammed back into her. One hard push and he was
in to the hilt, the head of his cock butting against the opening to her womb.
Her thighs clamped around him and she cried out. He repeated the process, never
giving her a warning when he was going to ram back into her. Again and again,
he would come excruciatingly close to pulling completely out of her, and she
shook with need until he filled her again. Tormenting her by prolonging the
withdrawal of his cock for different lengths of time, he kept her off balance,
unable to control any part of their lovemaking.

“Please, Wyc. I can’t take this anymore. Please quit teasing
me.”

“I’m not teasing you, Bethany. I’m very, very serious about
this.” He had pulled back, and this time when he slid back in, he did so
slowly. Inch by inch. Letting her absorb each little twinge of her body as it
stretched to accommodate him.

Her hands slid up the flexing muscles of his back to hold
onto his shoulders. He lowered his mouth to her neck and swirled his tongue over
the spot beneath her ear that seemed to have a direct line to her pussy. She
moaned and turned her head to the side, granting him full access and herself
full pleasure.

Rocking against him, she let herself fall into the moment.
When he held her like this, it was easy to believe that all was right with the
world. With her head turned away from the fire, she faced the large wall of
glass that fronted the cabin. Thousands of stars glittered like pinpricks of
light splattered against the velvet black of night.

But it wasn’t the innumerable stars shining in through the
top of the window that caught her attention, but the reflected image at the
bottom of the pane. Two bodies moving together, clothed only in firelight.
Wyc’s skin a dark, burnished gold, her fairer skin appearing more the color of
champagne.

She lowered her right leg to see the length of him in the
glass. His face was buried against her neck, biceps bunched as he held himself
on his elbows to keep from crushing her. Her hand followed the strong line of
his back down to his hip. She watched the muscles in his ass and thigh flex and
relax with each measured stroke of his cock. Fascinated by the shallow hollow
in the side of his buttock, she splayed her fingers over the spot, caressing it
in honest wonder.

He steadied the rhythm of his thrusts. Building her
anticipation slowly. God, he was so big. So hot and hard. Completely filling
her, she could feel it all the way to her heart.

Seeing Wyc make love to her like this started an avalanche
of emotion she was helpless to stop. She turned her face from their reflection.
Closed her eyes to hold back the unexpected tears. One escaped before she could
stop it. Left a cold trail from the corner of her eye into her hair.

Wyc shifted over her, his breath warm across her lips. She
couldn’t bring herself to open her eyes and look at him. Was afraid if she did,
more tears would fall.

With a gentle touch, he traced the path left by the errant
tear. “Bethany?”

Damn.

Wyc repeated her name. Bethany still didn’t open her eyes.

No. She would not shut him out like this. Not when he was
still embedded in her body. Not when he was so close to getting what he needed.

Since this morning, he had been keeping close tabs on the
emotions that ebbed and flowed over her face. Watched her wrestle with her
feelings every time she felt vulnerable. Pushing herself into anger or
indifference where he was concerned. Throughout the day, he had regularly
brushed her mind to gauge her resistance and let him know when to push and when
to let up.

But he wasn’t going to back off tonight. Wouldn’t allow her
to withdraw and insulate herself from him. Already her emotions were starting
to recede under her layers of self-protection.

Determination steeled within him. She would not hide from
him. Not tonight. He’d pulled out her emotions through her body’s reaction
before. And he’d do it again and again until he was so deep in her heart she
had no choice but to take him as her mate.

He kissed her hard and deep. Thrusting his tongue into her
mouth in time to the thrusts of his cock. Bethany’s passionate response made
his heart leap.

She wound her arms around his neck and bucked underneath him
to meet his thrusts. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and held her
tightly to his body, crushing her breasts to his chest. His hips rocked fast
and steady.

Bethany twisted her face away and dragged in a ragged
breath. It rushed out when he plowed into her wet heat again. Her cunt gripped
him with soft undulations as the exquisite tension rose between them.

Her soft gasp told him she was near her climax.

“Look at me Bethany,” he said. “Kiss me while you come.”

Lifting her head to meet his lips, she squeezed him with her
entire body—arms, legs, pussy. She trembled as her climax swept over her, and
those sexy little purring sounds at the back of her throat filtered into his
mouth. Damn he loved it when she did that.

He inhaled her breath and pounded into her until he
exploded, shooting hot streams of cum into her cunt. The world disappeared in a
flash as he was totally consumed by the feel and smell of his mate. He rode out
the conflagration that had become his body, fully absorbed in the complete
ecstasy he had only ever experienced with Bethany. For what seemed an eternity,
he allowed himself to drift in the stunning waves of pleasure she always led
him to.

Two fingers poked his shoulder. “You’re kinda heavy.”

Wyc lifted his head and looked down at Bethany. He had
collapsed on top of her when his orgasm short-circuited his brain. It was scary
how easily this woman could completely undo him.

He rolled over and off her, taking her with him. She ended
up sprawled over the top of him. He held her head and kissed her soundly.

When he let her go, she had a dazed look in her eyes. He
speared his fingers through her hair, rubbed his thumbs over her cheekbones.

“Wyc, I…” Bethany started. Stuttered to a halt. Closed her
eyes and tilted her head sideways to press into his right hand. Licked her
lips.

“Yes?” Hopeful anticipation clutched suddenly around his heart
for what he wanted, needed to hear.

She shook her head slightly. “Never mind. It’s not
important.”

Wyc growled low in frustration. “It is important.”

With a sigh, she slid off his body. He didn’t let her go
far. “Tell me.”

She relaxed into his side. “I’ve decided to go back to
Ilyria with you.” The words were rushed, as if she was afraid they wouldn’t all
get out if she didn’t hurry.

Her decision to return to Ilyria wasn’t the declaration he
had wanted, but at least she was headed in the right direction.

She frowned up at him. “I can come back, right? I mean, if
it doesn’t work out? If I don’t fit in with the culture or if the people hate
me?”

Wyc swallowed his first response. Forced back the immediate,
vehement rejection that rose like acidic bile from his gut at the thought of
her even thinking of leaving him again. Either here or in Ilyria. She wouldn’t.
He’d never let that happen. He’d follow her through a thousand worlds to keep
her.

Inside, he winced at remembered late nights and too much
drinking with his cousins. They had all taken their turns bragging about how
they’d find their mates, fuck their brains out and bring them back to their
homeworld.

He always finished his boast by saying he hoped his mate was
practical enough not to expect anything more from him than an Ilyrian royal
title and the opportunity to bear his children. And then he’d gone on to
outline just how he’d keep her in Ilyria, on her back and well-fucked, until
she had given him several sons. Then he’d magnanimously release her from her
vow made during the Mating Rite. Once he had what he wanted, she’d be free to
choose either to go or stay. It wouldn’t matter to him.

He’d been such a fucking, arrogant bastard.

He would never have what he wanted unless he had her. She
was
what he wanted. Everything he wanted.

“So?” she asked. She propped her head up on her hand and
looked down at him. “I can get back, right?”

“Portals work both ways,” he said.

Before she could ask another question he’d refuse to
answer—or answer with the truth and start an argument—he rolled her underneath
him.

Her eyes widened in surprise. “So I can leave at—”

He cut her question off with a hard kiss meant to steal her
thoughts. When her lips softened against his, he switched to a deep, leisurely
exploration of her mouth. By the time he lifted his head, her eyes were glazed
with a new wave of lust.

He nipped her bottom lip and reached for the black bag.
Inside, he had hidden several sex toys from Rordyc’s arsenal. When the satin
rustled, Bethany turned her head to see what he was doing.

“What’s in there?” she asked.

Palming the objects he was searching for, he gave her a
wicked grin. “You’ll soon find out.”

When she started to protest, he covered her mouth with his
and drew her into a prolonged, tongue-tangling kiss until she arched under him,
pressing her luscious curves against him. He released her mouth to kiss his way
down her neck before lightly scrubbing his whiskers over the sensitive peaks of
her breasts. Bethany’s soft exclamations of pleasure filled him with a deep,
surprising satisfaction as he continued laying a trail of kisses down her
abdomen.

He dropped the items from the bag out of Bethany’s line of
sight and splayed his hands over her hips, holding her firmly in place. A quick
glance told him she was paying close attention to his every move, desire and
curiosity clear in her green eyes. From underneath half-closed lids, he watched
her as he drew his tongue in one long swipe across the tender skin just above
her curls.

Her lips parted, but she didn’t say a word. He repeated the
action, this time with more pressure. Her breasts rose on a sharply indrawn
breath, her hips pressed up against his hands and she tried to widen her
thighs. With a smile, he licked her again. The scent of her arousal, warm and
beckoning, spiraled up to wreathe seductively around him. He lowered his head
again, this time to open his mouth over her skin and suck.

Every time he made love to this woman, he found another spot
that demanded his indulgence. The soft dip below her belly and above her mound
was surprisingly sensitive, the texture smooth and creamy against his tongue.
With her scent so close, her curls brushing his chin and the taste of her warm
skin pulling against his teeth, he could spend hours occupying himself right
here. But from Bethany’s increasingly impatient writhing, he knew her desire
needed more, and soon.

With a soft pop, he broke the suction and looked at the mark
he had left on her. A bright red oval that would stay for days, certain proof
of where his mouth had been on her body. He had a sudden urge to place hickeys
on her everywhere. Her quiet moan and restless toss of her head changed his
mind.

Sitting up on his knees, he grabbed two pillows off the
couch, positioned them on the floor and then rolled Bethany onto her stomach on
top of them. He adjusted her placement until her thighs were spread wide and
her ass was propped up just right.

Bethany started to push herself up on her hands, but he
stopped her with a gentle pressure on her back. She looked over her shoulder at
him.

“Wyc? What are you doing?”

“You’ll see. Relax.”

She frowned at him.

“Fold your arms under your head,” he instructed, “and rest
your forehead on them.”

She hesitated.

“Trust me,” he said. “I would never do anything to harm this
gorgeous ass of yours.” He ran his hands up the back of her thighs, over her
butt and down her back. Slow, massaging strokes he repeated until she did as he
had said. He continued running his hands over her in long sweeps, feeling the
tension in her muscles slowly ebb at his attentions.

When she was limp and pliant under his hands, he began to
brush closer and closer to the cleft in her ass and her exposed pussy. His
continual movements soon had his fingers sliding between her buttocks, lightly
grazing her anus before continuing down to rub over her swollen folds. With
each pass back up, he spread her slick cream over that puckered hole he
intended loosen up some more tonight. She was too tight to take his cock yet,
but eventually she’d be able to.

The thought of sinking into her ass sent a flickering
sensation batting at the base of his spine like fiery butterfly wings. His
balls started drawing up and his cock jerked. Drops of sweat rolled down the
side of his face and he looked down to see pre-cum beading on the head of his
cock. Hell, if just the thought of fucking her ass had him this close to the
edge, he was going to make damn sure she was ready when he actually did take
her like that. Otherwise, the chance of injuring her was too great, and he
never wanted her to associate their lovemaking with hurting. The type of pain
that brought pleasure, absolutely—and they’d have all their lives to learn each
other’s preferences, moods and fantasies—but the pain of injury due to his lack
of care? No.

With that in mind, he reached for the small tube on the rug.
Keeping one hand moving over her body, he used his teeth to unscrew the cap. As
his hand moved over her ass again, he squirted some of the lube over his
fingers and then rubbed it over her pussy lips. He wanted her to experience the
warming lotion in an area she was familiar with his fingers working before
moving on into more skittish territory.

Bethany jolted and her head snapped up.

“It’s cold going on, but give it a minute. It’ll heat up.”

“What is it?” Her voice was husky, thick with slow-building
desire.

“A warming lotion.” He squeezed some more onto his fingers
and inserted them deep into her cunt, scissoring them and twisting his wrist
until he had coated her inside and out.

“From that little black bag?” Her pleasure-laden voice
purred out like a kitten having its ears rubbed.

“Yes.” He spread the lube up between her ass cheeks. Adding
more when she began to rock backwards.

“Oh God. I hope you’re going to fuck me soon, because that
stuff is amazing.”

The air rushed out of Wyc’s lungs with the punch of lust
that hit him right in the gut with her statement. Her desire licked at him with
an urgency that nearly flattened him. He continued to massage her ass, but
looked away and concentrated on counting the stones that covered the fireplace.
When he was able to draw a steady breath again, he laid the lotion tube on the
floor and deliberately spread the cheeks of her butt.

“Remember when I promised you I would fuck this tight little
hole of yours?” His voice rasped out, low and dark. Bethany instantly froze. He
traced the puckered opening with the tip of a finger. A shudder worked its way
over her suddenly rigid body, leaving goose bumps in its trail.

“Now?” The word was breathy. Frightened. Excited.

He squeezed the firm curve of her left buttock. “No. You’re
too tight.” And he didn’t think she was mentally ready to be fully ass-fucked.
He had a lot of plans for her, and none of them included scaring her off from
any form of pleasure he could bring her.

Her breath rushed out and she sagged back into the pillows.
Leaning over her, he pressed his heated skin to hers, sliding his cock
suggestively against her ass.

“But we are going to stretch that snug channel, because
eventually, I’m going to push my cock so far up your ass, you’ll feel it in
your throat.”

“Oh God,” Bethany moaned.

She couldn’t think. Couldn’t move. Couldn’t do anything but
grip the rug and wait. She was so freaking turned on it felt like a wildfire
was burning through her cunt and traveling under her skin until she was sure
sparks had to be shooting out of the tips of her fingers and toes.

The way Wyc settled over her, he covered her, surrounded
her. The slide of his hard, sweat-slicked body over hers only increased her
awareness of his incredible strength, his massive size. Surprised, she realized
that instead of intimidating her, his position emanated protection, safety.

Wyc thrust his cock between her buttocks again. A forceful
reminder of his promise that drenched her pussy with liquid lust.

“Mmm…” Wyc’s low rumble of appreciation vibrated against her
back. “The thought of my cock up your ass excites you, doesn’t it?” He smoothed
his hand over her hip and down around to cup her mound. “You crave me—I can
sense the hunger in your mind, feel your arousal. And it’s not just down here.”
He patted her pussy and she shot toward the peak of orgasm.

God, she was so close to climax! One more pat and she’d be
there. Please, please, right there. Just one more time. She would have begged
if she still possessed the ability to string together words in a coherent
group. In an attempt to rock against his hand, she settled his cock in tighter
between her buttocks.