Their Mating Illusion [Paranormal Protection Unit 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) Page 8

  “We will, on the second go if we can still both move,” he assured her softly. Nuzzling at her neck, he breathed her in and nipped gently at her neck. Stroking a hand down her throat, chest, belly, and over her pussy, he gently stroked her wetness.

  “Oh God,” she cried out when his fingers dipped into the cleft of her pussy. “Again, come on, love, give me more, please,”

  “In a moment.” He grinned, shifting to nuzzle her breasts and, pressing a finger into her sheath, he caught up a nipple and sucked hard. Rolling the tight bud around his tongue, he thrust his finger in and out of her slowly, enjoying the way her body arched, squirmed, and then fought to get away and closer all at the same time.

  Maya’s body arched against his when he teased her. “Oh God.” She moaned. “I think that in a moment you are going to kill me,” she teased. “In a moment I think that I’m going to burn up in a flame of need.” Which was the Gods’ honest truth.

  “You’ll survive,” he whispered, moving to her other breast. “Just lie back, enjoy, and soak it all in, darling.” Attaching his mouth to her other breast, he suckled at her. Pressing his thumb to her clitoris, he rubbed lightly as he continued to pump his finger in and out of her body, soon adding a second to stretch her and give her more pleasure.

  “I love how that feels.” She moaned, opening her thighs more for him, needing to pull him in closer and hold him deeper, even though it was only his fingers. “More,” she begged, demanding, needful, frustrated.

  Moving his mouth down slowly, he licked and nipped at her belly lightly. Shifting down between her legs, he pressed a kiss to her inner thigh. Moving his thumb, Quincy put his mouth over her clitoris and began to suckle and flick at the nub with his tongue.

  For a moment she couldn’t breathe. For a moment air completely escaped her and she moved against him and whimpered. “I love how that feels.” So many new emotions, so many new sensations, so much tactile input.

  Grinning, he nipped at her lightly and pressed a third finger in deeper. Stroking her lightly, he spread his fingers, stretching her. Suckling gently, he slid a hand up her body to cup her breast and massage gently, rolling her nipple.

  “Oh God, oh God, oh God” seemed to be Maya’s new mantra. He watched as she winced, once, and then a second time with the slightest of pains but found herself lifting her hips to meet his mouth.

  Watching her face, he eased up a little. He didn’t want her hurting. He wanted her swamped in pleasure. Stroking her lightly, he rubbed his tongue to her clitoris slowly. Flicking her tight nipple gently, he sucked hard once more before lifting his mouth. “More?” he asked her quietly.

  “Yes!” Maya’s screams tore through the room. “Please, Gods, yes please, more.”

  Grinning, he eased up over her and kissed her softly as he slowly withdrew his hand. “Then there will be more,” he murmured, adjusting her under him. Pressing against her, he took hold of his cock and pressed into her slowly. “Look at me, sweetheart,” he whispered.

  Maya turned and looked up at him, her gaze taking in his as she watched him carefully. “Always,” she whispered to him with a smile. “I trust you, Quincy, now and always. Trust you,” she assured him and ran her leg up and down his leg, feeling him pressing against her opening and shivering as he did so.

  “I’ve got you, sweet,” he murmured, sliding an arm around her waist. Touching her cheek with his free hand, he stroked her skin as he slowly slid ever deeper into her body. Brushing a kiss to her lips, he nibbled gently as he pressed deeper and deeper, pausing now and again to let her adjust to him.

  She moved her legs and wrapped them around his waist a little higher. “Quincy.” She whispered the word, his name as a prayer. She felt the bite of pain. She felt the fullness, but it was so good. It was just what she needed, him. Only him.

  “A little more,” he murmured softly to her, pressing up against her hymen. “This may hurt a little or not at all,” he warned before pressing forward quickly and then stopping as he settled firmly in her body.

  Maya cried out but then, as she began to adjust with him, she shivered. “Oh God,” she cried out. She was repeating herself. Lord, she knew she needed some more words, but she couldn’t think past the “oh God” and “so good” phase of things.

  Sliding out slowly, he pressed back in and smiled at the O of her lips. Nibbling on her jaw lightly, he teased her skin as he began to stroke in and out of her body. Stroking her skin, Quincy tipped her hips up more and picked a slightly rougher but still lazy pace to allow her to get used to all he was doing to and with her.

  Moving her hands over his back, she held him tightly, close to her body. “So very good,” she whispered and leaned in to do just as he did. She nibbled along his jaw, nibbled to his neck, and bit lightly before moving back to him once more. “God, you are so good.” For a first time for both of them this was the most amazingly perfect thing ever. Them being together as they were.

  Chapter Eight

  He felt a little guilty about the misinterpretation she still believed to be truth. But it was not the time to discuss it, so he kissed her gently, sucking her lip lightly. “Mine for all time,” he whispered quietly, moving a little faster, instinct telling him he needed to get her to the edge and hold her there.

  “And you are mine for all time,” she replied in kind and nipped his lower lip hard with her teeth and grinned. “More,” she demanded and moved right along with him, her body mimicking his and the burning need and ache hitting her hard as did something else. It almost felt as if she could feel thin threads moving from his soul to hers, getting thicker with each thrust of his body into hers and each mating movement she made.

  Lifting her bottom higher, he thrust deeper and rolled his hips now and again. He could feel the ties of the mating bond beginning to form. Nipping at her throat, Quincy breathed her in deeply. “I love you, Maya,” he whispered against her throat.

  “Quincy,” she cried out with tears in her eyes. Holding him tightly, she felt as if her heart were overflowing and cried out, “I love you, too, Quincy.” She did. It had only been a few hours since they met, but she knew it was true. She loved him. She was in complete and utter love with this man.

  Hugging her to him tightly, he buried his face to her throat as he moved faster and got her right on the edge. Slowing slightly, he let her ease and then took her to the edge again. Over and over, he let her slide down and then pushed her back up once more. Right until he felt the small snap between them. Lifting his head, he kissed her hard as he felt a push of her magic slamming up against his and he came hard. Throwing his head back, he yelled her name, which quickly began to gain in pitch until he couldn’t make a sound anymore as something tore a hole in him and took up residence. His last thought before passing out was of her and only her.

  Maya’s last gasping and desperately needful sound was one of abandonment. She had screamed his name as she climaxed, his name bleeding in with him screaming hers, and they both had shuddered in absolute surrender before she blacked out.

  Coming to, Gods only knew how long later, Quincy lifted his head. Staring down at her, he felt a moment’s panic. She was so still. “Maya,” he rasped out and let out a breath of relief at her small murmur. Pressing his cheek to hers, he closed his eyes. She hadn’t been harmed, thank the Gods. Shifting carefully, he slipped from the bed and, grabbing a warm, wet cloth, cleaned her up before joining her and covering them both.

  Maya yawned and rubbed her body against his happily. “Good morning?” she asked, because honestly she had no idea if it were morning, noon, night, and didn’t care. All that mattered was that he was there with her. “What just happened?”

  Checking the clock, he frowned. “Technically it’s morning, but really, really early. It’s only about two in the morning,” he murmured. Cuddling her close, he stroked her hair gently. “We made love and, I think, something you had climbed into me very rudely, I’d like to mention. My entire body aches right now from the force of whatever it was.”
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  She winced. “I’m so sorry,” she replied. “The power that is passed from King to King of the Warlocks has just taken up residence inside of you, Quincy. If it’s any consolation, I swear a part of you climbed into me as well.”

  “Yeah?” he asked and then frowned. “Nope, all good, I still know how to hack the so-called intelligence agencies.” He grinned. “That would have been embarrassing to have to tell Talon. Sorry, dude, she knows all that stuff now but hey, she’s much prettier than I am. You’ll deal.”

  That had her laughing. “Oh God, that is too funny,” she teased with a smile. “Whatever it is that has taken up residence inside of me, I like it. I really and truly do very much like having you inside of me,” she admitted to him. “In all ways. I really do love having you physically inside of me, and now emotionally, mentally as well.”

  Pressing a kiss to her lips, he smiled back. “I’m not quite sure how I feel about what I have yet. I’m still processing.” Tucking her close, he rested his cheek to her hair and closed his eyes. Yawning slightly, he nestled in closer to her. “We should sleep though. We have shopping to do tomorrow.”

  “Ah yes, shopping so that I actually have something to wear other than the clothes that had been on my back,” she murmured with a smile. Yawning, she held onto him and smiled. “I’m good with a nap with you. Heavens, I’m good with anything with you and that’s damn scary.”

  Chuckling, he shrugged. “Darling, we’re bond-mates. We’re going to have a very long life before us to do many things. You’d better be on board for at least a few things, sweetness, or it’s going to be a very uncomfortable life for us.” Pressing a kiss to her hair, he hugged her to him. “If it’s any consolation, I’m totally down with anything you want to do, little love.”

  She smiled at that and looked up at him. “I think that we should see about making love again, darling mine. I really and truly do believe that you and I need to make love so that we can see if it’s just as cataclysmic the second time around as it was the first time.”

  “I don’t think I’ll survive if it is.” Quincy’s words were a tease as he nuzzled at her cheek. He couldn’t refuse her though, not with the way she was stroking him into a near frenzy. Cupping her ass, he pulled her in close and kissed her hard and fast. “Do you want to be on top this time? Might save you from being flattened like the first go around.”

  “I think that would be lovely,” she said with a smile and pushed at him. Rolling him to his back, she looked down at him. “Will you let me touch you and lick you and taste you like you did me? Because I really, really do want to do just that.”

  Nodding, he touched her cheek with light fingers. “You are mine and I am yours. You can do anything you wish, love, but I do have a ticklish spot above my left hip that will likely have us both tossed on the floor if you brush it.” Quincy shifted to show her the patch of scarred flesh. “I was burned as a child, caught in a house fire. The nerves were saved but it’s extremely sensitive,” he said, quietly looking up at her.

  “Right.” Leaning down, she brushed a kiss above the scarred area. “I’m so very happy that was all that was hurt, that you are alive, and that you are with me.” Moving to the side, she reached with her hand and touched him. Leaning down, she brushed her lips to his navel and then licked her way down to the hard length that was in her hands now.

  Shivering at her light caressing, he let out a rough breath when she took him in hand. “It’s not the only patch I have, just the only one with any sensation to it anymore,” he said on a rushed breath of air.

  Making it to where she needed to be, she licked the head of his cock. “I truly hope that you are able to feel every single thing that I do to you right now,” she said with a low and needful growl. “Because I need”—another lick to the dome of his cock—“for you”—taking him into her mouth, she let him slide into her wet mouth and then pulled back—“to feel everything.”

  “Oh Gods, I definitely feel absolutely everything!” he was yelling. He couldn’t help it. Clutching at the blankets under him, he wiggled around, not sure what the hell he was doing. Damn it all to hell and back again, she was trying to kill him.

  She kept repeating, licking, nibbling, taking him into her mouth. It wasn’t until she added suction to her mouth that she realized just how much he liked it and was determined to make him come because of that. Using only his reactions for guidance, she began to move her mouth on him, her hands following along and either teasing his sac or his shaft for maximum effect.

  She tasted his salty seed as it exploded in her mouth and she moaned. Drinking him down, she took all that he offered her and licked him as she did so. She pulled back and looked at him, grinning as she did so. “I liked that,” she admitted. “I liked how you tasted, too.”

  Twitching slightly, he lay there sucking in great gulps of air. Groaning pitifully, he didn’t know what to do or if he could do anything after. Even trying to form words appeared useless. It all just came out sounding like a garbled-up moan. Yeah, he wouldn’t be saying much until he got feeling back in all his body parts and his brain stopped misfiring.

  Vaguely Quincy watched her grinning down at him, the look in her eyes clearly saying, “Yeah, I did that!” When she leaned down and pressed a kiss to his navel he smiled and tugged her close when she curled into his side.

  It took a while but he eventually managed to speak again. It was really rough but it at least sounded like words. “Good lord, woman, I think you fried out my brain on that maneuver,” he said, lifting a hand to stroke her hair lightly.

  She beamed proudly at him and winked. “Good. It is good because you certainly fry my brains more often than not, so good. I’m glad that I was able to reply in kind.” She liked it, a lot. “But you did like it, right?”

  “Abso-freaking-lutely,” he breathed out with feeling. “If I’d liked it any more I probably would have had a coronary.” Tugging her hair lightly to get her to look at him, he smiled. “You have a very talented mouth, my little bond-mate. But I have to ask.” Quincy narrowed his eyes on her suspiciously. “Just where did you learn that nifty little maneuver, darling?”

  “No clue. I honestly was just testing the waters,” she admitted. “I did the sucking thing because I inhaled too fast and you seemed to like it, so I did it again and you really liked it a lot. That’s a very good thing,” she said with a grin.

  “A very good thing and I did like it a lot,” he said, shifting and pulling her up into his arms. Wrapping her close, he wound his legs with hers and held her to him. “But when I said you should be on top that wasn’t quite what I meant, sweetheart.”

  “No?” she asked with a grin. “And here I was thinking that was just what you were thinking.” She had known what he was thinking but she had wanted to taste him, needed to taste him. “I rather loved the way that I took my version of being on top, darling.”

  Snorting at that, he kissed her hard and fast. “Wench,” he whispered affectionately. Rubbing his nose to hers, Quincy stared at her, “You are amazing, Maya, completely and totally amazing.” She’d chosen him even after he’d fucked up royally. That still stunned him.

  Maya blushed and winked at him. “I’m just very glad that you liked it,” she told him joyously. “I truly believe that we need to try to blow each other’s minds many times in our lives, darling mine.”

  “I like the sound of that,” he whispered and kissed her lightly once, twice, and a third time. “I’m completely addicted to your taste. I love how you taste, not just your lips but all over.”

  “I am glad,” she said happily. “Because I really like how you tasted as well.” She licked her lips. “A whole lot,” she told him with a moan. “Goodness gravy, I need you again. Will you make love with me again, Quincy, please?”

  “I’d say you should be on top but we all know how that one ended,” he growled at her softly and grinned at her big, cocky grin. Chuckling, he stroked a hand down her back gently. “Though if you ask nice and swear to be there
with me this time, I will let you on top.”

  “Only if you show me just what it is that I’m doing up there,” Maya shot back. “I mean I know tab A goes into slot B, but how do we move together? How do we make each other come with me riding on top of you?”

  Laughing softly, he rolled to his back, “Well let’s start with getting tab A into slot B, darling, and then I will show you a bunch of things.” He’d have to get her some “instructional” information so that she’d feel a little more in control of their lovings. But, again, that was for much, much later.

  Rolling him to his back once more, she looked down at him and licked her lips hungrily. Maya looked down at Quincy and grinned. “Do I get to taste you again?” she asked him happily. “Because if I do get to then”—she all but purred—“I’m not so sure tab A will go anywhere but slot C, darling.”

  Growling, he smacked her bottom. “Slot C can do what it wants later. Right now we are looking for slot B. So get slot B in position so that tab A can damn well bury itself where it’s aching to be, woman.”

  She couldn’t help herself from snickering and moving over his body. Adjusting herself so that both her thighs were on the outside of his, she looked down. “Are you sure that Slot C can’t…” She saw his look and laughed. “All right! Help me?” She braced her hands on his chest and tried to lever down against him but it just simply wasn’t working. “And not slot D please. So don’t think I’m ready for that one,” she added when the mushroomed head of his cock pressed against her anus.

  Holding his cock, he rubbed against her anus and grinned. “You sure?” he teased and snickered at her warning look. “Maybe another time,” he murmured with a bit of promise. Giving the tight pucker another little rub, he shifted his cock to press where she was so wet and hot. “Press your hips down a little,” he told her. “That’s it, a bit more,” he encouraged her and then released himself. “Slide down at whatever rate feels good to you, love.”