The Fury (30 page)

One such epiphany was that the
fury
came upon a male when he found his life mate. Through ancient ritual, using the sacred chalices, the Naruki males bonded to the females, unleashing the
fury
to consummate the joining, sometimes lasting for days. The intense drive subsided, or at least diminished to a more reasonable level and life moved on.

Of course, those were only legends. Who knew the real reason bonding rituals had started? One certainty remained. When the
fury
set upon a male, if he did not bond with his female, the consequences were severe.

The drums and raised voices of his ancestors and their gods thrummed in his head, stronger with every second that he held the chalice. He needed to hurry and complete the necessary preparations.

Quickly he moved through the house, placing the required items in the appropriate places. When that was done, he took the chalice into the kitchen, washed it with warm water and soap then rinsed with clear, cool water to set in motion the chain of events that would, this night, bind him to Reese forever.

Setting the chalice on the counter, he retrieved the chilled bottle of Merlot and filled it nearly to the top. With a large knife, he sliced the palm of his hand and dripped his blood into the wine. Within minutes, the cut had healed. Confident, he went back into the bedroom to begin.

Dagan lifted Reese’s slumbering form against him and as he released her from the sleep, fell onto the bed with Reese under him. He kissed her hard. Grabbing the neck of her almost nothing shirt, he ripped it down the front to bare her breasts. He latched onto her nipple with his teeth, gently tugging it. Reese put her hands on either side of her breasts and pushed them together, offering them up to him. Shifting, he ripped apart the pants that covered her sex. Keeping one hand flat against her stomach, Dagan kissed his way down to her wet core where juices flowed and he lapped them up.

Her scent intoxicated him and his eyes rolled back in his head when he swallowed. She would soon be his…forever. The
fury
swelled in him. He watched the heavy-lidded beauty as she lifted her hips and he tongued her. His hands slid beneath her to grab the sensual globes of her ass and squeeze them gently. Reese cried out as the orgasm rocked her. He purred against the sensitive button as she rode the climactic ecstasy.

Dagan brought his arms along either side of her and crawled up her torso, keeping contact, skin to skin. His bulging erection caressed its way toward her most intimate place. She licked her lips and her exquisite eyes followed his movements with anticipation. As the tip of his cock reached her opening, Reese bit down on her bottom lip. He rocked his hips forward and back entering her a little further each time. She moaned and lifted her hand to brush the hair back from his face then she smiled and his heart took flight. The
fury
slacked long enough for him to appreciate the radiant look of his woman in sexual bliss.

The night grew hot from two overheated bodies straining against each other. Dagan knew he would love her many times before the sun rose, but he must mount her from behind and fill her with his seed while saying the sacred words for the ceremony of
démarr
to begin. Using great restraint, he ceased, wrenching an aggravated moan from Reese.

“Don’t worry, my love, I’m far from being done with you this eve.”

“That’s good to know, sweetheart, but where the hell are you going?”

He chuckled. “Not far, I promise you.”

Dagan rustled around in the darkened room, placing ceremonial cream candles in a semi-circle around the bed. He snapped his fingers and the candles came to life.

Reese gasped. “What’s this?”

“I want to see you come apart in my arms by something other than moonlight.”

“You do say the sweetest things.” She patted a place on the bed next to her. “Now come over here, big boy, and finish what you started.”

He inclined his head. “As the lady wishes.”

“Ummmm,” she said. “I like hearing that.”

Before he joined her again, Dagan faced to the left and bowed toward the silver candlesticks, murmuring words in what she knew now to be the Naruki language she didn’t understand. The words were eloquent and rolled off his tongue like a song. He then turned to the foot of the bed, bowed to the place where candles in artistically designed stone holders flickered and murmured more words. Last, he acknowledged the weathered wooden candelabra.

She wondered why he’d done this but when he slid between the sheets and nipped her shoulder, she didn’t question it.

“Now, my lovely, I want you on your hands and knees.”

He threw the pillows off the bed and rolled her to face the mattress. He lay atop her back, propped up by his muscular arms. His hot erection surged and probed against the crease of her ass in an erotic rhythm. She wanted to reach around and dig her fingers into him, but he kept her from it by the way he positioned his arms next to her.

Dagan eased back and rose onto his knees. His large callused hand smoothed down her spine, and his mouth brushed fluttery kisses on her hips before gently biting her bottom. He pulled her up and settled her weight on all fours, smacking her buttock when she barked for effect.

She turned her head around to look over her shoulder. Dagan’s eyes had gotten darker in the flickering light. He stared at her sex and then glared at her with some primeval gleam in his eyes. He moved in close and with one hand guided the tip of his erection along the opening. She wiggled her bottom side to side then did a couple of pelvic tilts, giving him the hint that she was ready to be fucked, but Dagan seemed to be prolonging the deed, to irritate her no doubt.

“Dagan,” she pleaded. She went down on her forearms, which thrust her butt in the air and she shook it. “Don’t make me wait.”

“Say you give yourself to me, Reese,” he whispered against her back in a husky voice. He pushed his hips in tight, shoving his arousal straight between her legs. “Say it, now.”

Exasperated, she said, “I give myself to you freely, without hesitation, and with every expectation of not regretting it.” She glared at him. “Now are you going to finish this or do I have to throw you down and ride you?”

His nostrils flared and his hair flew back from his face as he entered her, going deep with a powerful surge. A strange scent permeated the air, something like cinnamon, almond and vanilla all mixed together and a slight breeze blew through the room though the windows were sealed. The wild rhythm he started pushed her up toward the pleasure horizon. Through the roar of blood in her head, she vaguely made out Dagan’s voice chanting some kind of poem or song, but she couldn’t concentrate. His fullness stretched her wide and the gliding friction took her in a frenzy, but she rode the cosmic tide right along with him until they both exploded in an atmospheric cataclysm of light. The fires on the candles flamed high and it felt as though part of her lifted from her body. She swore there were fireworks going off in her bedroom as Dagan grabbed her hips and pumped in and out at an urgent pace, faster and faster until his body grew rigid and she felt hot liquid pulsing into her. She screamed.

The room returned to normal darkness. The candles extinguished themselves when Dagan fell next to her in a heap of sweat-covered, satiated male. She fell down to her stomach and he gathered her close to his heated body. He smelled wonderful.

“What were you saying? I couldn’t hear it very well.”

“Wyle karecel démarr.”

“
Wyle karecel démarr
.” She felt his smile.

“Yes.”

“The language is very beautiful. What is it?”

She grew increasingly tired, as though she’d run a marathon or been awake for days. The drugged feeling dragged her lids closed.

“Sleep, my
reskar
.” He kissed her temple.

Reese felt a heaviness across her thigh and realized it to be Dagan’s leg. His hand massaged her breast and when she opened her eyes, she saw him propped up on one hand, staring at her. It was still dark outside. She didn’t know how long she’d slept, but she felt rested enough.

“Hi,” she said.

“Hi.”

“What are you doing?”

“I think you know what I’m doing and what I want.”

She smiled. “I think I probably do.”

He leaned down and kissed her, a gentle brush of the lips. Reese wanted more. She wanted the desire, the hunger that he’d had when he’d made love to her before. Lifting the hair off his nape, she nipped his neck and then licked the spot, blowing soft warm air on his heated skin. Her desire wept from between her thighs readying for his entry. The passion flared within her and she found it hard to breathe when his fingertips rode enchantingly along her shoulder, down her stomach, to part her entrance.

Dagan kissed her long and sweet. She’d never tire of kissing him. Two of his fingers pushed inside and she hissed. Each time he shoved his fingers in, his thumb tickled her clit, driving her wild. She waited desperately for him to fill her. Her breaths came in short gasps as the sexual pressure built. Yes, she wanted to come all over him and it grew closer.

Just as she reached the precipice of pleasure, Dagan stopped. She growled. “Dagan?”

“Careful,
reskar
, I don’t want you peaking yet.”

“I need it. I need you inside me.”

“And there is no place else I want to be except deep inside you, but I have other plans for your body right now.”

His sexy grin warmed her.

“Trust me, you’ll like it.”

A frustrated sigh escaped her lips. She’d been so close that now her body hummed with anticipation.

Sitting back on his haunches, Dagan hooked his arms under her knees and lifted her so her thighs lay against his. For the
démarr
to be completely binding, he had to take Reese three times before sunrise and fill her with his seed each time. There were no specifications on how this was to be done so he used his imagination.

He scooted close and slid his cock between the folds of her pussy, intimately stroking her clit. It drove her crazy with desire and made her come apart. When she screamed her climax, he eased away enough to release her legs and lower them. With his hand, he rubbed the tip of his erection against her pulsating flesh before entering her. The candles flared to life in time with his passion. He used a rocking motion at first, but soon the
fury
took over and his thrusts became hard and fast, burying deep within her softness.

He roared, “
Wyle karecel démarr
,” as he ejaculated inside Reese.

They lay side by side, trying to slow their hearts and breathe regularly.

“You’re right,” she told him. “I did love it.”

He’d had many women over the centuries of his life. Some were familiar with the acts of sex and made good bed partners, others not so experienced and more work. This had never been a problem for him because he’d made pleasuring women an art and excelled at it. What had transpired between him and Reese over the last two days was different from anything he’d ever known. The intensity of their joining each time increased in magnitude until he was sure he would physically combust.

Others who had found their
blethred
told stories and, obviously, there had been talk amongst the males of how the
fury
took over the Naruki mind, body and soul until they acted irrationally and without reason. He now understood what they’d meant, for he definitely wasn’t acting like himself.

Slowly, the candles dimmed and the room grew dark again. As his mood tempered and his energy calmed, so did the symbols. The silver candlesticks represented the light of Heaven, the carved stone holders represented the permanence of Earth, and the worn wooden piece represented the constant transition of the Underworld. These items had been passed down in his line for centuries and used every time one of them found his or her mate.

Reese rolled against him and rested her hand upon his chest. His hand clasped hers, dwarfing it. They were so different and yet some cosmic jester had thrown them together. He didn’t know what would happen next, but after tonight, whatever happened in Reese’s life would include him, although he would not be here to see it.

She kissed his neck. “You’d think after all this incredible sex that I’d be flying high and running on a huge rush of hormones and adrenaline, but like before, I’m totally exhausted and hardly able to lift my arms.”

“In a marathon of sex, Reese, one is bound to get exhausted.” He chuckled. “Rest, I’m not going anywhere and neither are you.”

“I couldn’t if I wanted to.”

She closed her eyes and snuggled into the crook of his arm, rolling the front of her delectable body against his side. She was undoubtedly the most beautiful woman he’d ever known in any century.

Chapter Seventeen

He awoke an hour later when soft fingers roamed down his chest and back up again. Crooking one eye open, he saw passion-laced eyes staring at him, uncertainty warring with desire.

“You are worried,” he said in a sleep-laden voice.

She sighed. “This won’t work, it can’t.” She rolled away from him and got up from the bed to silently pace the floor.