Golden's Rule (21 page)

Torque pressed his lips to her neck. “Now, Beauty before I fall on my ass in front of everyone.”

“I’d better get us home. Call if you need anything,” she managed and keeping the hunting lodge firmly in her mind, she shifted them home.

She hugged Torque close. They’d done it. At least, she’d done it. Survived her first mission.

Chapter Fourteen

Beauty woke up alone. Torque had slept as soon as they made it home and most of the next day. She’d answered his phone calls and put off most everyone by telling them he’d call back, the others she’d handled like she’d thought he’d handle. Amazing really. Some of the calls were useless, like should they keep watch outside the club? Duh, of course. Others, like what to do with the team of humans that stormed the club the next day she didn’t know what to do with.

He’d risen in the middle of the night, waking her with soft, warm kisses and such amazing lovemaking she’d merely snuggled under the covers when he’d asked if she wanted to go with him to the council for a quick trip to check on things.

When Torque said he’d change, he changed. He kept his promises too.

Right now she needed him to keep his promise to take this spell off her—the one that made her feel a smidgeon of what he must have felt—unless he went to a woman or jacked off.

Crazy. Absolutely crazy. Worse than wanting to make love to him until the damn itch was scratched was her need to talk to him. She had a lot to say to Torque. He’d done everything he could to hold his end of their deal up. He’d taken her into a fight and instead of her getting hurt, he’d got wounded. The man scared her, and she was sure she did the same.

She wanted him.

He was hers. She needed to tell him that, to tell him that he was hers. For now, and forever.

As if just thinking about her sex-crazed warrior, she heard him on the stairs, then a moment later he ran headlong in the room. So much for her serious and intense mage. He looked frazzled. His black hair stood up, all tousled, and messed, as if he had run his hands through it too many times.

“Beauty! Damn, I’m sorry, baby, are you okay?”

“I’m fine but oh, Torque you need to take this spell off!” Her aching breasts were so aroused the tips tented her soft T-shirt. His eyes snagged on them, making her nipples ache as he jerked open his jeans.

“Beauty… I’m so sorry…” he said or groaned.

Torque dragged his jeans off. He was, of course, commando style. He never wore boxers, not even silk ones she bought him. The baseball bat he had between his hips bobbed from the thatch of dark, black hair that nestled it. His erection hung low, heavy with need, and it swung with each movement. Her stomach contracted in excitement and her body softened seeing that fascinating hard flesh all ready for her. His thick, muscular thighs had a light dusting of black hair similar to the rough hair on his chest. He was lean, hard muscled and at over six foot, a male to be reckoned with.

She thought she was doing a good job of reckoning.

“Torque.” She put all her frustration into blowing her hair off her face. It wasn’t just the sex spell though, it was him, leaving again and not taking her.

“Beauty.” His tone full of guilt and need, he looked like a cross between a bad boy and a warrior ready to conquer. She was not pleased. Not upset, but still…

With a growl, he practically ripped his shirt off the rest of the way, making those tight abs and pectorals bunch and ripple. The show off. “Shirt. Off.”

She waited.

“Please, baby. Gods, I know… I tried to hurry but there was so many—”

“I know, I know, but this spell has to go,” she reminded him, but he suddenly was there, tugging her own shirt off with a grunt as it caught on her silk bra making her painful breasts quiver. As much as she loved, absolutely loved him suckling her breasts as he made love to her, this was beginning to be too much. The sex spell was nearly killing her. Enough was enough.

“Ouch.” There was a lot of blame and frustration in that one word.

Immediately he cupped her face and kissed her softly along her cheeks, eyelids, and mouth. “Sorry, sweetheart, I’ll take it off right after.” His voice was guttural with need. Suddenly he swooped her up in his arms and her jeans were tugged off. “Hand, dick. Now. Bra. Off.”

Oh man, he was in rough shape.

He unsnapped her lacy pink bra with a growl and had her flat on her back with his hands moulded around each breast and his warm mouth giving her relief in seconds. Each draw brought a response in her core, tightening her closer and closer to an orgasm with each suckle.

“Hand.” He prodded her with his erection and she gripped him tightly, wanting so much more than the feel of his flesh under her hand. She wanted him—now—hard, fast and so deep in her body she’d never lose the feel of his possession. His hips were in the cradle of her thighs and she opened her thighs wider, urging him to fill her.

“I want you…oh Gods, how I want you. I need you inside. Now.”

He shook his head but kept up the deep long sucks and bites. His dick wet her hand each time she stroked up the thick column of muscle to the flared mushroomed head. He was close. His body grew harder, every delicious inch of him swelling in her hands, making her yearn for his deep, hard thrust. She hurt without him, felt empty and restless, as crazy as that sounded. But she did. She wanted him inside her as much and as deep as he could go. She wanted that so badly. With each draw of his mouth, a tension built in her body beyond her control. Her core ran wetter and wetter, aching for him, shivering in that pre-climax edge he always took her to so quickly.

“Torque!”

The frustrating man merely tortured her even more by shoving his flesh in her fist with a low sound. He was sexy. The next second he took her other breast deep in his hot, wet mouth with such a hard suck she nearly climaxed. Sensing it, he slid two fingers deep. She bit his shoulder softly, moaning at the pleasure coursing through her simply from the feel of his thick fingers filling her body. The man was deadly. Absolutely driving her insane.

“I need you. Now. Now.” Digging her nails in his shoulders, she flexed her hips up.

He shook his head.

“Torque!”

Another denial.

Fine then. She could play dirty, too. He’d cast this sex spell to keep her close to him. She trembled on the edge of climaxing with his first touch and he wanted to torture her more? It was time to make this match permanent before they killed each other with their sex drives he’d ramped up.

“I want you as my bonded male, now, forever and always.” She panted the words, so close to orgasm she lifted her hips up trying to force him to enter her.

He jerked up in surprise, his mouth swollen and wet from her breast, his handsome face tense with passion and need, his eyes shifted from dark grey to light silver.

With a low sound, he closed his eyes. A look of pleasure crossed his face. She held her breath, certain he was going to lose control and spill all over her stomach. Lips parted, head back, his stomach muscles contracted, when he tightened his hands on her, no doubt fighting not to come. His erection pulsed in her hands, weeping pre-cum all over her, but he pulled back from the edge with a low, tortured groan.

Breathless, he rose over her like some avenging pirate. “Are you certain, baby?”

Her heart melted. “Torque, I love you. I want you, bond with me.”

His brow furrowed with such an intense look she almost missed the moisture in his eyes. He bent his head and took her mouth in a wild, sweet kiss. Breaking off, he met her eyes with a look of such love she felt tears rush her eyes.

“Say that again.” He ground down on her clit and she felt them both share a shudder.

Her own excitement tripled. There was something wicked and kinky about him, all of him and she loved when he came, especially when he was unable to stop himself from gushing all over her. And he was a male that had a lot of cum. She loved to lick the tip of him afterwards, always able to coax another spurt to the sound of his husky groan of her name.

“I want you, only you, Torque, to be my bonded male, now, forever and always. I love you, you silly overbearing male,” she added, pulling his face up to kiss him, tasting her own desire on his tongue mixed with his unique, spicy flavour.

Suddenly she was pinned under a heaving, aroused, huge male, all muscle, and golden skin. His black hair fell across his forehead, his grey eyes flashed silver, and she could feel the ragged cadence of his breath against her cheek.

“Torque?”

She shivered and arched for more when the head of his erection poised burning hot and heavy against her sensitive core. A quiver of anticipation trembled through her but she didn’t move, not yet, not now when above her Torque had frozen. One of his biceps flexed beside her face and she watched a shiver race along his taunt skin.

“Gods, I love you. So much. Never leave me. Say it,” he ordered. He lowered his head closer to hers, nudged her with his rough jaw. The bristles of his goatee added their own spice to the caldron he’d brewed. This male loved her with an intensity that made her heart ache at times.

“I won’t ever leave you. I love you.”

He groaned, an agonised, broken sound, along her throat before giving her stinging, wet kisses against her neck and shoulders. If possible, her temperature soared higher. She needed him, now, now. But he needed to say something in return, didn’t he?

“Did you want to say something to me?”

“Mmmm, say something?” he asked giving her a soft shove with his dick. The huge head of it pressed in before sliding out again. She shuddered in anticipation. Maybe they could talk later.

“More.”

“Ah, more? Like this?” He nudged in further and withdrew, the friction so good, she moaned. His dick was so velvety hard. She wanted him. Had earned her rewards, she wanted him now. Inside her.

“Yes…yes…now.”

“No…no…not yet.” He had the nerve to mimic her? He also had the sense to grab her hands before she could retaliate. “Ah-ah, my love.”

His eyes lightened and he smiled down at her, his strong handsome face only inches from hers. “I want you as my only”—he pressed deeper—“only female, to love.” He kissed her and flexed his body, pulling out from her until only the head of his erection remained inside. “Ah-ah, not yet. Don’t come yet,” he whispered, and stilled until her building orgasm slowed down. “Treasure, cherish, adore, shop with,” he teased, sliding back in and this time, spreading her with a firmer shove. They both groaned at the feel. Torque tightened his hands and rested his dark head on hers, blowing out a breath that she breathed in. “I want you as my bonded female,” he said, pressing slowly deeper, “now,” he murmured. “Forever and always.” Satisfied, he raised his head to stare down at her with bright, silver grey eyes. His black hair shone in the light and his face was tense with need, but also, with something much more. Love.

“Now, Beauty, share your breath with me.”

She signed against his lips and he breathed it in, giving her his sweet exhale in return. “With this breath, with this body,” he nudged deeper, sliding in easier this time she noticed with a thrill, “with this heart.” He pressed a hand between them, over her heart and she did the same to him. “I freely bind myself to you for all time.” With his last word, she repeated the same vow and suddenly he cried out, his big body jerking above and inside her, scaring her.

Before she could panic, she too was shuddering as she felt part of herself leave only to have him enter. It was his soul, golden and glowing, filling her with his warmth. Sensations seeped into her pores. His warmth, his strength, his courage, his core of goodness and under it all his guilt and fear a soft discord in his lovely spirit, all of it filling her in places she’d never known were empty but now felt satisfied and full. Complete. Whole.

Without thought, she used her own feelings to surround him, as if she were giving him a spiritual hug with her aura. He shuddered again, his big, muscled body trembled and he called her name softly, his breath on her neck as he held her, arms around her shoulders, one big hand cupping the back of her head as he pressed his head to her neck.

“Beauty, I will love you for all my existence.”

As if his words set something off in them both, she felt his body easing into her less painfully, for secretly there was always pain when they made love, he was too big for there not to be. But suddenly it eased. In its place was a wonderful, thick heavy weight that filled her completely, stretching, yes, but wonderfully, deep and oh…

“Torque!” she cried his name as he sank completely inside her with a long low groan, his hips rested against her, the odd weight at her bottom was his…testicles! “You are…you are…”

He groaned again, a tortured, pleasure-filled sound he made right before he exploded. “Yes. I feel it, Beauty. I’m coming…now…Beauty, so good.” With that, his seed shot out like a thrust as he grunted and called her name. His huge body shuddered so hard she trembled with him. He rocked his powerful hips between her thighs, though, driving her insane as he hit places deep inside her body that sent her spinning out of control.

Minutes, hours, hell, maybe days later she heard him whisper her name and forced her heavy lids open to see him staring down at her.

“Beauty, I…” He blinked rapidly, looking as confused as she felt. They both sucked in a breath when he slipped his still-hard erection from her. His penis hung down between them still thick and long, but not like before. Still luscious, but not to the point of being beyond a mere immortal. Compared to before he was simply mouth-watering, not slightly frightening. “I… I’m back to—”

“You’re still huge,” she whispered against his bristled jaw and reached down to cup his new size possessively. Her fingers still couldn’t circle him, but oh my, his wet, warm flesh made her shiver. She scooted down and began to trailing kisses lower. She swore he stopped breathing. He wanted this badly, she realised with a thrill.

“Do you know what I want to do, Torque?”

He made a strangled sound above her. “I have a damn good idea.”