A Destiny Revealed (12 page)

He moved her panties aside, growling when he found her wet.
The low rumble went through her body and she squirmed, wrapping one leg around
his waist to give him better access.

He used his finger to test her entrance.

His knees buckled when he felt the heat from her. As he
pushed further, Dalia threw her head back, her mouth parting in pleasure, her
arms tightened around his neck. Bron watched her possessively, his beast
clawing at him, driving him to give her more, to take more.  He lightly
scraped his teeth across her neck, his fingers keeping up their steady pace
between her legs. Her moans of pleasure were tearing through him, making it
hard to control himself. His breathing was ragged as he kissed his way down her
shoulder.

“Sorry,” Bron whispered breathlessly.

Dalia opened her eyes slowly, dazed.
“For
what?”

She barely got the question out before Bron grabbed the
front of her dress and ripped. The cloth fell away, leaving Dalia’s breast
exposed to him. Her nipples hardened in anticipation. The fact that she was not
wearing a bra tightened his erection to the point of pain.

“Beautiful,” he whispered reverently, taking one of the hard
pebbles into his mouth.

Dalia held his head in place, moving her body in time with
his fingers. Her walls tightened around his fingers, clamping hard. Goddess, he
wouldn't last if she kept up those mewling sounds.

He moved his attention to the other breast, lavishing the
brown point. Dalia grabbed his head and brought him up for a kiss. Their
tongues dueled, her taste driving him crazy. The mating bond flared, and his
beast clawed at him, the need for its mate all-consuming.

Dalia took control of the kiss, sucking on his tongue, not
allowing him a moment to pull back. She broke their kiss, her fingers digging
into his chest. Pride and lust swelled his chest. His mate would give as
good
as she got. He slowly withdrew his fingers, her whimper
of displeasure made him smile.

She kissed her way down his chest until she was bent down in
front of him. She slowly unzipped pants, licking her lips greedily when his
erection sprang free. Her breath tickled the tip and he prayed for patience. He
closed his eyes to block out the sight of her mouth so close to his shaft. One
false move, one more breath and he would ruin it.

He clenched his teeth and wrestled his beast.

She lightly trailed her fingers across his shaft and stood.
Grabbing it at the base, she leaned over, pulling his ear into her mouth. “As
much as I would love to taste you, I don't submit that easily.”

He jerked in her hand, his erection pulsing. Damn she knew
how to push his buttons. Lifting Dalia, Bron dropped her roughly on the bed,
moving over her body before she could shift her position. Her defiance excited
him. The lion in him roared in approval at the strength of its mate. He used
his knees to part her legs, his hands holding her down at her waist. Her dark
brown eyes were lit with an inner fire, nearly sending Bron up in flame.

“Honey, I can have you begging to go on your knees for me,”
Bron growled.

Dalia turned her body grabbing his waist, forcing Bron under
her. He was shocked at her strength. It satisfied him on level he had no time
to explore.

“I want to see you try,” she dared him, running her nails
lightly across his chest and down to his groin.

Power saturated the room, as his beast broke through his
controls. Dalia watched his eyes change, the irises glowing with chocolate
fire, his pupils dilating. The growl that came from him tightened her nipples
and raised the hair on the back of her neck. Bron flipped her again so that he
was on top of her, kissing her, robbing her of any coherent thoughts. She
laughed, further challenging him when he broke their kiss panting. Dark lust
flared in his eyes, reacting to her challenge.

“Oh,
rewà
, you have no idea what I'm going to do to
your body.” He promised. He chuckled, his voice deep, moving through Dalia’s
body like thunder.

He hovered over her body on his knees, his hands on either
side of her body, not one single inch of him touching her. Her breath hitched
in excitement. Bron stared down at her body, his gaze searing her. Her skin
tingled
every place his eyes traveled.  He leaned over
and blew across her body, the warm air traveling across her breast.

As Dalia moved to wrap her arms around him, Bron pinned her
arms at her side and she huffed out an impatient breath. He pressed a single
kiss to her throat and growled. The vibrations traveled across her body, her
sensitive skin feeling each vibration like a caress.

Bron rubbed his face into her chest. He rained small kisses
down past her stomach right to the center of her body, his power trailing her
skin in the wake of his breath.  Her legs parted in expectation but he
moved down her thighs, neglecting the throbbing center. He kissed her thighs on
either side of her sex, close enough for her to feel the heat of his breath,
but not close enough to ease the ache that was building. He used his power to
build on that ache. Her breast swelled heavy with need, contracting her womb in
pleasure. Her skin
flushed,
the nerve endings more
sensitive than anything she had experienced. He pushed his fingers inside her
tight sheath, moaning at the way her muscles clenched around them.

 Bron studied Dalia, reading and using every nuance of
her body language to drive her past her control. He kissed his way back up her
body, grabbing her lips in a kiss that was all about dominance. She moved under
him, her body seeking release but he wouldn't allow it. He would take nothing
less than total surrender from his mate. He released her hands and immediately
she wrapped them around his erection trying to take back control of their game.
Bron lowered his body flush with hers and Dalia’s legs wrapped around his waist
trapping him in place.  His beast rode the surface, its power caressing
her skin. He nuzzled at her neck, as his hips moved instinctively against her,
seeking entrance.

“You tease,” she accused. “You know you want it as much as I
do.”  Dalia raised her hips, wanting more.

Oh
Goddess,
did he.
'Not until I
hear you beg.'
He challenged.

'I don’t beg'
, she snarled, trying to hold back her
moans.

He brushed against the little nub at her center and a ragged
cry tore from her throat. He ran his thumb over that button over and over until
she was panting for air. The little sounds of pleasure called to him, pushed
him and Bron cursed as he lost the last thread of control. He removed his
fingers, adjusting his shaft to take their place.

The very tip of him nudged against her core, the moisture
from her coating him, beckoning him.  Dalia lifted her hips and Bron sunk deep.
There was some resistance, adding to the friction, robbing him of his breath.
Dalia flipped him onto his back, no hint of submissiveness in her eyes. She
rocked her hips on top of him, riding him.

Bron watched from beneath his lowered lids, allowing her the
control, reveling in it. He bit his lip trying to hold back the eruption he
felt starting at his toes. Her breast swayed as her hips undulated, the rhythm
driving him closer. Bron sat up, grabbing her hair and tugging her to him. Her
legs moved around his hips, pushing him deeper. Sweat ran down his body as he
lifted his hips to meet hers. His hands slipped between their bodies, finding
the small bundle of nerves and pinched lightly, sending her head back in
ecstasy.  He was relentless in his possession of her. 

She ran her nails across his back and he growled his
pleasure. She leaned over; bit his shoulder, screaming as he once again flipped
her onto her back. His hips drove into her over and over, his eyes glazed in
lust.

Pleasure built at her core and moved through her body. His
fingers rubbed furiously over that sensitive bundle of nerves, pushing her
nearly over the edge, but she felt him holding back. She bit him again to stop
herself from screaming out, deliberately biting down hard enough to mark him.

She would not beg. She wanted him to give in to her first,
but damn if it wasn’t a huge turn on having a man that could match her. His
power moved across her skin again, electricity stinging her, tightening her
body. Her heart beat matched his thundering rhythm, as her soul reached for
him. She whimpered as he thrust deeper, running over a spot inside of her that
turned her body to molten liquid. He fought his own orgasm, she could see it in
the way his muscles tensed, but still he pushed into her over and over, taking
her higher and higher.

'I can feel your body clenching around me, Dalia,'
he
said seductively.

His voice wrapped around her mind, taking over the little
bit of coherency she had. Pleasure filled her head, and his voice amplified it.
'You only have to say one little word.'
he teased.

'Never,
' Dalia lied, biting her lips to keep the
words inside.

His hands moved from their position at her center, forcing a
cry from her lips.

'Don’t stop.'
She panted.

Bron’s head lowered and he took one of the peaks of her
breast into his mouth. His mouth pulled on her nipple, his tongue swirled
around the tip stealing her breath. He moved his finger back to her center
touching that nub lightly, tapping it to tease her.

“Please,” she whispered.

Bron kissed her deeply, taking the sting out of her
surrender. The gesture was sweet and Dalia found herself drawn further into the
man that was Bron. She gasped as he pulled out and turned her on her stomach.
Pulling up her hips he slammed in to her wrenching a scream. She wanted him out
of control and the forceful thrusts were her reward for pushing him. She arched
her hips, moaning as it deepened his strokes. Bron moved her hair aside pulling
a scream from her throat when his teeth gripped the back of her neck. The
possessiveness of his bite reached past her body and into her heart. It was no
longer a game, this man had claimed her as surely as she laid claim to him. She
knew his bite would leave a mark, a mark she would wear proud.

           
 Bron’s breathing was ragged as he drove into her body, the heat of her
sex surrounding him, pulling at his control. He used his fingers to drive Dalia
over the precipice and he followed her. His hips thrust furiously as he did,
the mating bond flaring between the two of them. The hormone from his teeth
entered her body driving the heat between them to scorching. Dalia called his
name as she splintered. Bron could not contain the roar from his beast as he
came, the sound echoing off the walls in Dalia’s room. He looked down at his
mate; pride and possessiveness both brightened his eyes. Dalia smiled sleepily
at him, her satisfaction evident in the small love bites he had on his
shoulder.

           
Bron lowered himself gently onto her and rolled to his side, to keep his weight
from crushing her. He kissed her neck softly; satisfied with the mark he knew
would be on her skin. It would tell the world who this woman belonged to.
Contentment swelled his heart as he watched her. Before long they were both
sleep.

DALIA WOKE AN HOUR OR SO BEFORE DAWN, as she felt the bed
shift. Bron sat on the edge, head in hands. She ran her hands over his back
reveling in his smooth brown skin. Tension radiated from him, his muscles
bunched. Her heartbeat quickened, he was a sight to behold. She frowned as her
heart continued its fast pace, she had fed hours ago, and her heart was still
racing, his power flowing through her. She shelved the issue as his pain
reached out to her. It was vivid, almost as though she were in pain herself.
She hugged his tense form, laying a small kiss on the base of his neck.

'What’s the matter?'
She touched his mind cautiously.

His arm reached back and pulled her head to his for a soft
kiss.
'It’s nothing, mi okan. It will be dawn soon; I should leave you to
rest.'

He lied smoothly. Dalia pushed down on his shoulders as he
tried to rise.
'I should worry about how easy that lie slid past your lips,
but I'll let it go for now. I feel your tension, Bron; tell me what’s wrong.'
She
demanded.

Bron chuckled, but there was no amusement in the sound.
'You’re
really bossy. You shouldn't worry about me.'

Dalia pushed down the hurt. He obviously didn't feel the
same
closeness,
she wouldn’t let it get to her.
Pulling the sheet up to cover her naked body she shuffled from the bed.

“Fine then,” she said aloud. “You can leave now. I don’t
sleep with people who don’t trust me.” Pissed at the emotion in her voice, she
ignored the little voice that told her she was being hypocritical.

Bron flinched. “Dalia, I trust you. I just don’t want to
talk about it.” He didn't move from his spot on the bed.

Dalia stared at him, not buying it. They stared each other
down, a silent battle of wills.

“If you’re not going to talk, then you should move and get
dressed,” she snapped.

“I've only been thinking of the past.”

“That clears it right up, thank you,” she said bitingly.
“You need to work on your communication skills. When someone asks you a
question, they usually are looking for more than a quick ‘screw you’ answer.” She
moved to her dresser and pulled on a t-shirt and underwear.

'
Dalia, don’t. Come here.'
Bron called to her.

She turned to him, careful to keep her face blank.

'I'm not used to having these types of conversations.'
He tried to lighten her mood.

Not gonna happen. She shook her head and turned her back to
him.

'Come here, mi ôkàn.'
He called again, his voice
deeper, reaching inside her.