Grace Goodwin - Destiny

“Are we going to talk about this now?” she asked as she wiggled her hips, her wet folds sliding back and forth over the sensitive tip of my cock.

“Oh fuck.”

I saw a grin spread on her face just before my eyes fell closed. I kissed her. Hard. Deep. Thrusting with my tongue the way I wanted to fuck her with my cock. When I pulled back, she whimpered, pulled my hair hard enough to keep my lips hovering above hers. Her breath was my breath. Her heat was mine.

“God, just do it. Please. I need you.”

I need you. The words were like an arrow in my heart and I groaned, kissed her again. Gently this time. But I couldn’t give in. This was too important. “Destiny, you’re mine. Say it. You’re my mate.”

“God dammit.” I felt her pussy lips part, as if opening in invitation. I watched every expression, savored the way she writhed in my arms. Her need was as great as mine. “Fine. You’re mine. You’re fucking mine.”

Pushing deep, I watched her face as I filled her, one slow inch at a time. She tilted her head back, her long neck open and exposed in an unconscious sign of trust I wasn’t sure she knew she was making. But I pushed deep. Fucked her. Filled her.

“Miiiine.” Her cry sounded like that of a wounded animal. Primal. Instinctive. She was claiming me. Riding my cock. Taking my energy and easing her Ardor the way she was meant to. I didn’t even try to stop the massive force of heat swirling between us. Giving to her like this was erotic. Intimate. So much more than fucking. I would be part of her forever. Locked in her very cells, making her strong. Me. No one else.

“Mine.” My word was clear. Short. A demand.

In response, she pulled my lips to hers and invaded me again. Taking. Demanding. Needing me.

She was hot. Wet. Tight. Her walls clenched and rippled around me, as if she’d never taken anything so big, so thick before. I bottomed out, my hips slapping against her ass.

“Holy fuck.” I was going to come. Just like that. The pleasure was so intense, the sizzle of my orgasm simmered already, on the edge, at the base of my spine.

“Please,” she moaned. “Move.”

I pulled back, thrust deep. Hard. She moved up and down along the wall but I held her thighs, spread them wide. Took her again. And again.

Her pussy clenched down on me like a fist, swelling around me until her core was so tight I couldn’t breathe. She bucked, biting her lip to keep in a scream as her pussy spasmed around me, milking me of seed and energy at the same time, the sensation like nothing I’d ever imagined.

I came unexpectedly, as if the pleasure were too intense and my body knew what to do before I did, knew exactly what she needed. I gripped her tightly as I held myself deep. Filled her, hot pulse after pulse. Like an animal, I fought down a primal yell of victory as my seed pumped from me for the first time, filled her. Mine. My seed. My energy. My cock. She needed and I provided. No other male would ever touch her. I’d kill them. Skin them alive and enjoy the screams.

Mine.

She remained still, but only for a few seconds. Her breathing still ragged, her skin coated in a sheen of sweat as I returned to myself. Barely.

“More.”

“Your wish is my command, Princess.” I grinned at her, never feeling so fucking good in my life. I wasn’t done. Not even close. My cock was still hard as a rock. I had no idea how long I could keep this up, but I would fuck her as long as I could. As long as she needed me, her pussy a little piece of heaven on Alera and all mine. But now that I’d gotten that initial release out of the way, I was determined to give her so much fucking pleasure she’d never doubt who she belonged to. Hell, I wouldn’t relent until she blacked out and I could carry her back to the palace, unconscious. Sated. Safe.

She tilted her hips, grinding her clit on my body. She moaned, reached for me… and froze.

“Fuck. Someone’s coming.”

I listened. Heard nothing. Pushed deep. Kissed her.

She tore her lips from mine, panting. “Someone’s coming. Shit. Move. We can’t be here.”

I didn’t hear anything, but she was distracted, which was not what I wanted. Grinning, I held her body impaled on mine and kicked her clothes around the corner into a dark side room. It was some sort of library, with books lining every wall. I found a dark corner, nearly black, and pressed her to the wall there, buried deep. Breathing her breath. I couldn’t find the will to leave her body, leave this paradise. Not when I had heard nothing. We were alone, and I wasn’t finished with my mate. Not even close.

Destiny

God. He was going to kill me. His cock was so big. So deep. So fucking perfect. Muscles on muscles. So strong. Hot. So hot. His heat poured into me and my body gobbled it up like I’d been stuck in the Arctic for a week with no coat. I was starving for him.

Aleran Ardor sucked.

And it was fucking amazing, at least now that I was riding a nice, big cock. He felt so good. I never wanted to stop. Never.

And then my weirdo ears heard Elder Cleric Amandine and one of her aides talking quietly as they made their way to her office.

This office.

Shit. “Someone’s coming.”

He listened, then ignored the warning and kissed me. Deep. Rough. Exactly the way I wanted it.

But those damn voices intruded. Again. The elder’s voice. What was she doing back up here? And with Crayden? I’d seen him around, always within a few feet of the elder and with a bored expression on his face. He was another set of eyes and ears. Protection. Although, if he had to take on a real threat—like me—I wasn’t sure he’d be much help to the older female he protected.

There were more of them, the clerics, both male and female who watched over the planet’s elder. They were security. I recognized their true purpose despite their ordinary uniforms and unassuming presence. But they were not like Leo, or his father. They didn’t strike me as real soldiers. More like rent-a-cop variety security.

The elder’s next words made me tense, which didn’t help my situation, making Nix’s cock rub harder against my rigid body.

“I want to know what’s going on with the Optimus Unit. Do you understand? I know you’ve heard the rumors, that Lord and Lady Jax are dead, that Lord Wyse is as well. I need you to investigate, Crayden.” Elder Cleric Amandine’s voice was matter of fact, but what she spoke of weren’t rumors but reality. She was in her seventies and sharp as a tack. No one wanted to mess with her. Including me. I just had to wonder why she was here, in a building that was supposed to be locked down for the night. She didn’t work late. Ever. Well, not once in the two weeks I’d been stalking everyone in this fortress.

I was one to talk, being out in the middle of the night. But I was breaking in. The two of them were here on purpose.

“I don’t know where to start, my lady.” That male voice belonged to Crayden. “With Wyse dead, they’ve closed ranks.”

Wyse? Why were they talking about the asshole who tried to kill Faith? And Trinity? And who was closing ranks?

“I can give you a contact, on the inside.” The elder cleric’s voice was easy to recognize. I’d been listening to her sermons every morning for two weeks. Well, not sermons, exactly, but reminders —that’s what they called them—reminders of the responsibilities of the clerics on Alera, their duties and the honor they carried in serving the royal family and all of Alera. They weren’t a religious order as I’d first assumed, but something else almost holier. Strangely reverent in their devotion.