MatingRitual (6 page)

Freedom. Just outside. And all she needed to do was to wait
for the perfect opportunity.

Jaggar’s hands slipped between her thighs, lightly prodding
them open. Heat crawled up her spine as a thick finger dipped inside her cunt,
only to slip back out and circle her nub. His magic was too strong. To make an
escape she would need to forget the touch of his mouth against her breast, the
complete bliss of his tongue against hers.

Suddenly he rolled to his back, pulling her atop him. One
large hand spanned her waist as the fingers of the other toyed with her,
coaxing moisture from her body. Yes, she wanted this, desired the hot feeling
of ecstasy as he played. Her eyes closed when he easily slipped her onto his
cock and guided her down the length. Kella clutched at his wrists to keep her balance,
needing, wanting to move, to feel his thickness moving, but Jaggar held her
still.

Her eyes opened to question and his black gaze met hers. “It
is because I say,” he repeated confidently.

Kella could not fight it. Yes, she would escape because she
was Magya and needed to be mated with one of her own. But fate at this very
moment decreed a very different morning. She let go of his wrists and slipped
her palms up the smooth black plane of his chest before grinding down harder on
his cock. He pierced her deeply. Her breasts tingled. Pearly liquid from her
body wet his bullocks as she rocked upward and downward, slow, tantalizing,
more for her own sexual pleasure than his.

This feeling…this magic was too powerful and Kella would
battle it no longer. She was here, in Jaggar’s den, and when he declared they
would mate, then she would.

As she was rolled to her back and Jaggar pounded into her
with abandon, a fleeting thought tripped through her brain just before she
wrapped her ankles around his waist. Mating with Jaggar may be wrong, but the
intense shared pleasure was something she would never forget.

* * * * *

Jaggar sat quietly in a chair and stared at Kella as she
slumbered beneath the warm blanket of fur. His gaze moved over the gentle curve
of her cheek to the strands of white spread across the pillows, and he fought
the need to strip the cover from her body and find solace within her heat once
more.

No woman since the death of his first love had ever affected
him as this one did. Her innocence prodded his heart, her natural beauty
shattered his masculine mind, and he gazed in bewilderment. The thought of her
tight cunt sucking at his cock hardened him nearly every minute since her
capture.

Jaggar’s large hand swiped across his jaw, contemplating how
his cock ached with need. He shot up from the wooden chair and strode across
the room to stand beside the raised dais where she slept. It baffled him to
think how quickly she’d clamped an invisible hand around his heart. Fate and
the gods brought them together. It was the only way to reason how strongly he
felt.

Reaching out, he gently tugged the furred pelt down until
the edge slipped over her rose-colored nipples. Amazingly as she slept, those
delectable peaks hardened before his eyes. Jaggar bent and ran the pad of his
finger over one pebbled bud. Kella purred quietly but continued to sleep.

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. She would
continue to purr but it would not be behind closed eyes or because of the
comfort of the bed. Easing off his heavy robe, he shrugged it from his
shoulders. Pulling at the furred blanket once more, he slid it slowly down the
length of her trim body. And as each inch of her satiny skin was revealed, his
cock grew harder.

Kella’s eyes fluttered open to meet his devouring gaze. She
stretched languidly with a lazy sigh. And then to his surprise, she smiled. His
heart opened joyously.

“Jaggar…”

He sat beside her and rested a heavy palm against her smooth
thigh. “That’s the first time you have said my name.” It was the only thing he
could utter in order to not give away how his name rolling off her tongue made
his heart beat faster.

“I was dreaming of you,” she said quietly. “I called you by
your name. You did not beat me for saying it aloud.”

“I would never hurt you, Kella of the blue eyes.” He tipped
his head and studied his hand as it brushed over one slender inner thigh.
Finally, he met her gaze once more. “Why were you dreaming of me?”

Her eyes widened and her warm breath feathered over her lips
when his hand skipped past her cunt to brush across the flat of her belly.
Swallowing hard, she reached out and placed her hand over his when it cupped
her breast. “Because you are like no man I know. That thought fills my mind.
Are you a Shaman, Jaggar?”

“Hardly,” he chuckled as his thumb teased an erect nipple.
“I am only a man.”
One who never dreamed of experiencing a mating bond
again…

“One who is tender like a mother with her babe. One who
has…” She hesitated. “Why when you mate with me do I feel like I am standing on
the edge of a cliff, ready to fall to the valley below?”

“It is how a woman should feel when a man mates her. I told
you, Kella, what we do is called the mating ritual. We share our bodies. We do
things to the other that brings them complete joy. Not only do our bodies bind
together, but our minds also. It is a rite that has been withheld from you.”

“Is this how all your clansmen act? Do they all make a
female discover such wonderful pleasure?”

“If they have found the woman of their heart, then yes, that
is how she is treated.”

She licked her bottom lip. The innocent sensual act sent a
jolt straight to Jaggar’s loins.

“Woman of your heart?” She slowly shook her head in wonder.
“This is something I know exists, but as I said only between a mother and a
babe. I have never heard of a Magya man treating a clanswoman this way. It
confuses me. Even you and I speaking as we are confuses me. Yet I do not feel
afraid. I do feel this is what you want…you want me speaking with you like I am
your friend. Like you and Crete speak.”

“It is the Stonemen way, Kella. Our women are possessions,
but they are revered once a bond has been created and they become an important
part of a warrior’s life. We pledge our lives to the woman we want, the woman
we love.”

Her brow furrowed in thought. He reached out to gently
stroke her arm.

“Love? This is the word that describes how I feel when you
touch me?”

“It is one of the words, for certain.”

She reached to trace a finger over his bare upper arm. “I
want the pleasure again, Jaggar.”

One arched brow rose as he stared down into her eyes that
were not the color of a bright blue sky any longer. Now they seemed to simmer
dark like a storm on the horizon. Nary had a day passed and already the little
minx embraced the breathtaking pleasure of the mating ritual. His hand left her
breast and came to rest against her already damp slit. “Spread for me. I want
to see your cunt.”

Kella dragged her thighs wide. Her breasts jutted upward as
she breathed deeply.

Jaggar’s blood sang through his veins. “What do you want me
to do, Kella? I want you to tell me.”

“In my dreams, you reached inside me. You made me hot. I
felt I was on fire.”

He slipped two fingers into her heat.

Immediately Kella surged against his palm.

“You are eager.”

“Yes! Do this. Mate with me.”

His fingers pistoned forward, easily sliding the length of
her cunt. Cream dripped from her as her hips bucked eagerly with the sensual
rhythm he set.

“Touch your breasts, Kella. Squeeze them as I mate you with
my fingers.”

Her tiny palms eagerly cupped her mounds. She squeezed them
hard as she brought her knees high and spread them wide.

Jaggar’s cock bobbed excitedly to know that her fear was
gone. In its place were only wantonness and a willingness to fall under the
spell of the ritual between them.

He reached out and slid his opposite hand beneath her
writhing ass cheeks. Using the moisture that dripped from her cunt and down the
line of her ass, he wet the tip and slipped it inside her ass.

Kella jerked on the bed and immediately the muscles of her
cunt pulsed around his fingers. Her ass squeezed tightly against the delightful
intrusion. Her hands flailed to hold his closer to her body as she rode the
undulating waves of her intense orgasm. Her head rolled wildly as she gasped
for air.

Just as the shudders slowed, Jaggar hurried between her
splayed legs and sank to the bed. Pulling his fingers from her body, he curled
his palms around the back of her raised thighs, pinned her against the cushions
and licked wildly at her cunt, lapping up the juices.

His fingers spread her lips wide. Harshly, he laved his
tongue time and time again through her slit, stopping to bite at her clit to
bring her closer to the edge of reason once more. His tongue was everywhere.
Flicking her sensitive bud, swirling inside her cunt, lapping at the puckered
ring of her ass.

Kella screamed this time. Her body shook with spasms as she
thrashed upon the furs. When it was over, her legs fell limply to the cushions.
Her curled fists relaxed and she gulped in huge gasps of air.

Jaggar slipped a finger into her cunt and waited for her to
speak.

Finally gasping one last settling breath, Kella stammered
his name.

“Jaggar…Jaggar…this is magic. There is no other reasoning
behind it.”

“It is magic, Kella, but not the kind you compare it to.”

She struggled to regain her breathing. “Do…do you feel the
same magic?”

“Yes. But with you it is special. With you it goes beyond
enchantment.”

She pushed herself to a sitting position. Her gaze swept
between her legs where he still played a finger inside her. “Can…can I do the
same to you? Can I make you feel as if you are on the cliff’s ledge with me?”

Jaggar leaned forward. Cupping her neck with one large hand,
he kissed her mouth. Surprisingly Kella’s tongue was there to eagerly meet his.
The caress lasted long moments before he drew away and stared deeply into her
eyes.

“Yes, you can make me feel that way.”

“How?” she whispered.

Silently he pulled her gently from the bed and guided her to
her knees on the floor. Her quizzical eyes watched as he perched on the edge of
the bed and urged her between his thick thighs. Taking her hand in his, he
trained her fingers around his cock. “You do it like this.” He showed her the
strokes first by tightening her grip at the base of his cock, then pulling her
hand to the tip and back.

She smiled when she caught on and needed no urging to join
one hand with the other. As she stroked him, Jaggar leaned back over locked
elbows and spread his muscular thighs farther apart.

“That feels wonderful, Kella. Now lick it. Put it in your
mouth and suck.”

Tentatively, she guided the slick head to her lips. Her
tongue darted out slowly to tease the salty slit.

His body quaked once before his lids lowered. His chest
expanded with the settling breath he inhaled.

Kella rested her cheek against the thickness of his penis.

“Will you come to the edge of the cliff with me?” she asked.

His eyes opened and shined with pleasure. “Only you, Kella,
can lead me there.”

She opened her mouth wider and drew his cock inward while
her tongue swirled around his thickness. A shudder trickled through Jaggar. His
cock surged across her lips and she took as much of it as she could before
feathering her lips back to the tip.

“Kella…touch me as I have touched you.”

Her free hand massaged its way up his flexing outer thigh,
feeling the muscled texture. Her blue eyes turned upward as she met his gaze.
“I have never been allowed to touch a man like this.”

“I am yours,” he whispered. “Do what you like.”

Hesitating for only a mere second, she held his gaze then
nibbled the side of his cock.

Jaggar’s breath hitched inside his chest. Reaching out, he
steered her free hand to his sac. Immediately instinct guided her fingertips
across his balls, stroking them lovingly.

The gentle urging of his slow thrusts past her lips silently
begged for more.

She tightened her grip on his cock and sucked with more
force as she cupped his balls and held him captive with the slight bit of
pressure. His lean hips rocked with more urgency.

She wrapped both hands around his shaft, flattened her
tongue to draw as much of his full length into her mouth and bobbed the length
of his hard sex, ending each glide with a suctioned force that elicited husky
groans from Jaggar’s throat.

All thoughts emptied from his mind as his body heated with
unquenchable desire. The fire in his groin was back. He could not think. He
could hardly breathe… Only Kella and his desire for her filled his senses. His
fingers wound through her white hair and he held her head in place. His hips
rocked against her mouth, the tip of his cock finding the back of her throat.

With a growl he jerked her head away and scooped her into
his arms. He stared fiercely into her startled gaze, his breathing harsh, his
cock throbbing for release.

“I feel pounding in my chest like I have never before,”
Kella gasped out as she clung to his broad shoulders. Bravely, she cupped his
square jaw and captured his mouth against hers with a newfound sensual urgency.
She whipped her tongue against his. “I can taste myself in your mouth. I want
you to mate me hard, Jaggar. Stand at the edge with me,” she breathed. “Please,
Jaggar, to the edge…”

With one swift turn, he flattened her body face down across
the bed. Dragging her ass closer, he yanked her legs wide, grabbed his cock and
rammed it into her cunt.

Kella grappled for balance against his rocking thrusts as
she rose to her knees and met each one with a fevered passion of her own.

Jaggar clutched one slender hip in a firm grip and wound the
fingers of the other in her long silky tresses, pulling her closer to him as he
mated her hard. His balls slapped against her inner thighs, his teeth gritting
in determination.