Mischief's Mate (The Immortal Mates Book 1) (31 page)

As he began to kiss a trail down her body Chantelle shivered in pleasure. Loki left little nips and kisses in his wake. His breath ghosted over her center and Chantelle stiffened. Through her lust filled haze she realized no man had ever been where Loki was now.

As his tongue first dipped into her sex, Loki gave a muffled groan at the sweetness of her. He pressed his mouth to her core, thrusting his tongue inside her. Licking her deeply; thoroughly. With a strangled cry she jerked her hips. But Loki held her steady, as he feasted on her. He savored every moment with her.

“Beautiful.” He whispered, then bent back down to suck and lick her once more.

As his large hands held her hips fast his tongue snaked over her throbbing clitoris. One swipe turned into ten. And in a matter of moments Loki had her world shattering around her. Flicking her little bud with the tip of this tongue, caused Chantelle to orgasm.

Loki crawled up her shaking body. Her thighs cradled him; the heat from her entrance scalding him. It took all of his will not to plunge into her. Making himself one with her.

He claimed her lips again, sliding the thick crown of his cock against her entrance. Chantelle’s flesh was hot and slick with her need for him. Just the feel of her caused him to release a feral growl against her lips.

With one long slow thrust he was seated half way inside her. Chantelle let out a small whimper as he stretched her. “I am sorry. Just a moment of pain and then I shall take you to the heavens.”

She nodded. In one sure thrust Loki seated his cock fully inside her. A tear slipped from her eye and he kissed it away. His muscles tensed with his effort to hold still, allowing her to adjust to the size of him.

Chantelle experimentally rocked against him, making Loki let out a low hiss of pleasure as he began to move with her. He rocked in and out of her. Slowly her moans filled the tent and urged him forward.

As her body adjusted to accommodate his size he let Chantelle set their pace. He felt it the instant her body yielded to him and his pace quickened. Loki rose up on his knees, needing to take her with more force. His inner beast was driving him; making him need to mark her as his own. To make sure he claimed her properly.

Chantelle fisted the sheets as a second orgasm took her. Crashing over her like a tidal wave.

Loki leaned forward, whispering in her ear, “I can feel you coming on me.” Chantelle’s core gloved him tighter at his words. “You are mine from this moment forward. You will only ever crave my touch. No other man shall know the wonders of your body.”

He pulled back, their eyes meeting. Loki began to piston in and out of her faster. Slipping one hand down her body to tease her clit. He held her gaze as her body tensed around him once more.

In that instant Loki felt himself tense; his body coiling tight. His eyes burned her with a searing brand as he began to spill his seed inside her. His body spent from their coupling, Loki rolled them over. Her small frame blanketed his own. Chantelle’s head rested on his chest, she was safe in his arms, exactly where she was meant to be.

Loki’s long fingers combed through her chocolate waves and he whispered his claim over her. “You are mine, my wife and my love.”

“Always.” Her words met him in a whisper of their own.

Chantelle leaned up on her elbow, trailing her fingers over his chest. Finally, after never knowing where she belonged she had found her home. Here in Loki’s arms her heart could be free.

“I’m sorry.” A tear slid down her cheek.

“Chantelle you cannot take back what just happened.” He had sat up at the speed of light, holding her at arm’s length.

Her big chocolate eyes were wide. Just what was he accusing her of? Surely he didn’t think she regretted what had passed between them.

“I only meant…”

“No, there is no going back once you have begun the bounding of two mates.”

Chantelle felt her breathing quicken. She finally figured out that he was her soul mate. The one person she knew she could not live another day without and here he thought she didn’t want him. Would the pain from his past ever allow them to be on the same page.

Loki set her on the bed and stood to pace the tent. Her heart sank as she watched him pull on a pair of pants. His hands running threw his long black hair. She knew that was his way of claiming his inner beast.

Pulling the sheet around herself, Chantelle stood from the bed. On slightly shaking legs she moved to stand closer to him. She didn’t know if it was for his comfort or her own. As she came closer to Loki, his jade eyes jumped to her face. They searched hers for a moment. Whatever he found there it must have eased his worries. For in one quick motion he pulled her into his arms, his chin resting on her curls.

“If you wish for your freedom Chantelle. I shall grant it to you. May the Sisters of Fate help me I cannot keep you bound to me, if you do not wish it.”

Chantelle couldn’t form words. Whatever Signe had said to renounce him had caused lasting damage to her Norse immortal. She couldn’t understand how such a powerful man could be made to feel so weak; as if he wasn’t worthy of his own happiness. Her soul raged at her to take his hurt away. To take this fallen prince before her, into her arms and ease his broken heart. To hold on and never let go.

Loki’s heart seemed to stop in his chest at her words. She was apologizing for what just happened. Even after he told her they couldn’t go back.

Chantelle’s hands cupped his cheeks of their own accord. “Please my love, just listen to me.”

His eyes had been closed up until Chantelle had spoken. As her words settled in the air around them, Loki drew in a breath. His eyes snapping open. He wasn’t sure if he had heard her right. In fact he was afraid to even hope he had.

Loki couldn’t begin to understand how a woman like Chantelle could claim he was her love. She was honest and loyal. Something Loki hadn’t been for a long time. Anger had filled his heart like a poison. It was eating him alive from the inside out. Here was a young beautiful woman offering to be his antidote. To somehow heal his tattered and broken soul. With Chantelle by his side nothing was impossible. Maybe he would even be welcomed by his parents’ people.

“I truly am sorry. But not for what we did; only that I fought you for so long.”

Loki rested his forehead against her’s. The smell of jasmine and vanilla; a scent he would forever associate with his dreams of her, invaded his senses.

“Why?” His breath stirred the curls that framed her face.

“I was afraid. I have lost so many people I loved.” She took a steading breath, “As long as I didn’t love you, losing you couldn’t possibly hurt.”

Loki brushed his lips against hers. She didn’t realize just how strong she was. Because the Sisters had chosen her for him she would never be alone again. So long as he drew breath Chantelle would never know heartache again.

“My love, you are far braver to admit your fear then you think.”

“The fear is still there. Whether I admit it or not.”

Of course it would be. No one lost people they loved and just simply got over it. The heart that loved the most stood to lose the most. The heart took the longest of all body parts to heal when scarred.

“Remember, life only put obstacles in your path to see if what you really want is worth fighting for.”

“You are worth all the suffering our enemies could dream up. I love you.”

Loki captured her lips. A fire blazed within her soul at his touch. Chantelle felt her soul shift toward him. She felt the urge to be bound fully with him. As if it was the only way she could be complete.

“Will you bind us? I mean could you here and now? Even if there was no one to witness it?”

She fingered the Compes around his left bicep. It was silver with intricate Norse runes etched into it. Loki had received it after birth. And he would forever wear it until he claimed his Fatum Anima. Once the bonding ceremony was complete it would disappear; becoming the rings that they would both wear; forever marking the bonding of their souls.

“Say it again.”

She smiled up at him, “I would say it even with my last breath. Make us one, my love.”

She could not have said anything better. Loki wanted to pinch himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. Because he knew there was no way he could ever deserve Chantelle. Not with how dark his soul had become.

Loki took her left hand into his own, twining their fingers together. There was a small athame in his hand, and he saw Chantelle cringe.

“We need to draw a small amount of blood from our hands. Then I’ll say my vow to you and you will repeat the process.” He nodded to encourage her.

With shaking hands Chantelle took the athame from him. Her heart was beating as if a humming bird was trapped in her chest. She didn’t want to hurt him, or have him hurt her for that matter.

Loki cupped her cheek with his free hand. “Little one, it is necessary for the ceremony. The magic that will bind us will take the sting of the blade from us. I promise.”

Taking a deep breath Chantelle steadied herself. She could do this. All she needed to do was trust him.

“Now, just a small cut to my right hand.”

With her hand shaking she brought the athame up and pressed the tip against his palm. A gasp fell from her lips as soon as a bead of blood welled up. Loki raised his hand and wiped the blood on the silver Compes.

“You are mine as I am yours, forever.”

The silver band glowed a bright green, about his arm. As the light subsided, Loki nodded for Chantelle to do the same. Without hesitation she raised her right hand to him. Loki took the athame from her outstretched hand and placed the blade against her palm. Slowly he pressed the tip into her palm. Chantelle was shocked when she didn’t even feel the tiniest hint of pain.

As he pulled the blade back from her skin, she followed his earlier actions. Wiping her blood over his. “You are mine as I am yours, forever.”

Loki leaned forward and kissed her. The moment their lips met the magic of their bond took over. Pulling apart, Chantelle watched as the Compes melted away. Their ring fingers began to glow. A warm tingling filled their hands. As the light finally subsided Chantelle noticed they both now wore platinum and jade bands. The matching rings formed a twisted ribbon look; the jade intertwined with the platinum.

Chantelle felt as if her body was humming and she raised a quizzical eyebrow in Loki’s direction. “I feel different.”

“You now share my magic. We are bound in every way possible. Your emergence will only heighten the magic I have given to you.”

“Oh, so this is really forever.”

A wave of relief swept over her. She had feared that Loki would soon tire of her and leave her to pick up the pieces. Chantelle had worried that if he realized she was breakable he wouldn’t want to waste anymore of his time with her. But now he had shared his power with her, they truly were equals.

“Did you think I was going to let you get away from me?” Loki pulled her tighter to his bare chest, “Not after I have lived so long without you. Here in my arms is where you were meant to be and it is where you will stay.”

Chantelle pulled back from him, a wide smile lightening her face. She tugged his hand, “Let’s go back to bed. I would like to make love to my husband.”

Loki didn’t miss the blush that painted her cheeks when she spoke of them making love. With his heart a little lighter now that they were bound, he allowed her to lead them to their marriage bed.

The riders followed a black cloaked figure, single file. They had pushed their horses for the last few hours, and they were ready to drop. The leader of their group raised her hand and they slowed their pace to a trot.

For the last hour there had been grumbles amongst the riders. It was nearing dusk and they still hadn’t reached their destination. If they continued like this they would be out here for who knew how long.

Signe drew her horse to a stop. Each man watched as she dismounted, waiting with baited breath. Slender boned hands pulled back the hood to reveal a withered old crone. The men looked at each other with looks of disgust. When they had started out on this journey she had been young and vibrant, but now she was a shell of her former self.

She had pulled back the spell she had Emma under. Signe knew that it would make her revert back to the old withered witch she was damned by Frigga to become. But with her endgame in sight she didn’t give a damn.

“Now, we are a half hour on foot to the enemy camp. Dismount and secure the horses.”

A broad red-haired warrior near the front spoke up, “Walk? Have you gone feeble as well as ugly? We should have taken a vehicle, not horses. And now you want us to walk?”

If the warrior had known better he would have stayed quiet. But all good pawns are nothing more than fools. One wouldn’t want them smart enough to know that they’re disposable.

Signe moved forward; close enough to see the flecks of green in his eyes. A maniacal smile pulled at her lips. “Perhaps?”

She waved her hand and the man turned into a fox. He jumped off the horse’s back and disappeared into the woods. With a second flick of her wrist a pack of wild dogs came out of nowhere. The lead dog sniffed the air and took off after the fox. The rest of the pack following close behind.

“Perhaps not.” Facing the rest of the men she spread her arms, “Any further questions?”

There were murmurs and shuffling from the group. But no one was fool enough to speak out of turn. Signe had shown them just how evil she could be, and they weren’t taking any chances.

“Good, now tie up the horses and lets move out.”