Bonds of the Forsaken: A Reverse Harem Romantasy (Her Forsaken Mates Book 1)

36. Kaiya

Jaiel finally let loose.

His hands were wild as they ran over my shoulders and back, making quick work of my top.

”The charisma amplifies what”s already inside you, but you”re in no state to tell me what that really means right now,” he said, lips caressing my neck. ”So I won”t fuck you — yet.”

I opened my mouth to disagree, but he nipped at my ear, and I inhaled sharply as sensations flooded me.

”Don”t worry, Princess. My other assets will be plenty.” His husky voice rumbled against my skin.

Heat shot to my pussy. ”Excellent.”

He chuckled low, dropping his eyes to my lips. I leaned forward to meet him, but he turned away before our lips met.

”No,” he growled.

Forsaken hells.

”Sorry.” I dipped to nip at his neck instead. He moaned softly, hands gripping my hips more tightly.

We had an itch that needed scratching, and we”d keep it at that.

He pulled away.

Wet heat covered my nipple, and I arched into it, the suction sending tingly waves through my body before merging with the charisma fire in my chest.

”Fuck.”

Strong fingers tugged at my other nipple, increasing the tension. I spread my legs wider and lifted against him, desperate for friction where I needed it.

He chuckled, the sound low and sexy, and I gasped as it rumbled through my breast.

Desperate, I reached down and unlaced his pants.

His breath caught as I reached past the laces and slid my hand along the smooth skin beneath.

He shuddered as my fingers brushed the tip of his cock.

He moaned softly, caressing and plucking at my nipples.

Fuck. I rolled the piercing between my fingers, and he surged against me.

Growling, he let go of my breasts and kissed his way lower, thrusting against my hand so I could feel the piercings extending even lower before he laid me down.

How many piercings did he have?

He bit my hip, then grinned up at me with those swirling blue and white eyes.

”Do you know how long I”ve dreamed of tasting you, Princess?”

My mouth went dry, and I shook my head.

He pulled my leathers down lower, kissing the newly exposed skin as he went. ”Two fucking years.”

No. He hated me. It was mutual. There was no way —

His tongue hit my bundle of nerves and he groaned at the taste.

”Fuck!” I reached down and grabbed his hair, letting my fingers sink into the braids on the sides, using them as leverage to pull him closer.

He laughed, the vibrations sending extra sensations through my pussy. ”Greedy, greedy.”

”It”s been a while, okay?” I gasped out as he flicked at my clit again.

Holy hells!

Dropping lower, he pressed his tongue into my core, his fingers taking over the assault on my clit. I arched into him, aching as the heat in my belly intensified and my entire body began to shake.

His hand moved to my breast, kneading, then twisting and pulling at my nipple, sending shards of sensation through me.

The charisma rose inside my chest, sending more white heat to my core, crashing through my body, pushing me over the edge.

Waves of sensation flooded my body, and I moaned as I ground into his mouth, riding my orgasm to the end.

As the aftershocks subsided, I slumped against the stone floor, brain completely numb.

”You are fucking amazing,” he groaned, sitting up in front of me.

I smiled at him, brow arching as a shaft of moonlight illuminated a hint of metal through his nipple.

Perhaps I should explore all the piercings a bit more …

Leaning forward, I flicked the bar gently with my tongue.

He gasped, his cock jumping against my belly.

Grinning, I dropped my hand, trailing my fingertips against his hips.

His hips thrust against me, and he groaned softly.

I smiled and reached lower, tracing the piercing in the tip of his cock, then reaching lower. One, two, three, four, five, six — holy hells. My eyes flew up to his. He was pierced the whole way down.

He sat there with a smug smile. ”I told you — extra features.”

I grinned. ”You know — I”ve never tasted a pierced cock before.”

He shuddered.

Moving slowly, I dropped lower until I was level with the hefty length, then wrapped my tongue around the head. Darting my tongue around the warm metal.

”Fuck!” His hands gripped my hair tighter, and I slid my tongue around him, then sucked him deeper, humming as he hit my throat.

He ground against me, letting out low moans, tugging on my hair as he thrust against me, my throat closing around his cock with every move.

I swallowed, eyes watering as he fucked me.

”That”s it, Princess,” he groaned, voice deep and husky. ”Take my cock. Take it all.”

I hummed in satisfaction, dropping my finger to my sopping wet pussy and rubbed my clit.

Fire shot through me.

His cock pounded at my throat, while one hand pulled on my hair, the other tugging my nipple.

Building once more, I pressed my fingers into my core, my thumb rubbing my clit.

Fucking hell. Faster. Harder.

Waves of heat flooded me as my release coated my fingertips again.

”Fuck yes,” he groaned, my eyes watering as he thrust faster. ”Good girl, Princess. Just like that.”

I looked up to see him watching us, his gaze heavy and hot.

His jaw clenched, and I watched as he let out a silent moan, cock pulsing deep in my throat. He tried to pull out, but I gripped his hips tighter and shook my head.

I wanted all of it.

He groaned low as warm heat flooded the back of my throat. I swallowed, and he thrust again, cum filling me over and over.

Gods yes —

Spent, he pulled out, and I paused to catch my breath.

”Well, fuck.” Swallowing hard, he wiped the tears from my cheeks, his own eyes oddly soft. ”That was —”

”Amazing,” he interrupted, pressing his lips to my temple.

He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and tugged me in, tucking my head into his chest.

The moonlight illuminated us, and I traced my finger down his skin, admiring his body in the pale moon”s light.

The charisma twisted inside of me, wanting more, but it would be okay for a while. And the war inside him seemed to have settled as well. We”d need to figure out what it all meant later, but for now …

Jaiel stared down at me, blue eyes soft with some unspoken emotion.

I had the urge to lean up and kiss him …

But no. This wasn”t that kind of fuck.

It meant nothing. Just a one-time thing to satisfy a mutual need in the heat of the moment.

That”s what we”d agreed to.

”You know, Princess,” he said, tracing shapes along my shoulder. ”Now that the charisma isn”t riding us so hard, maybe we should —”

He froze mid-sentence, body tense. ”Did you hear that?”

I shook my head, but he was already on his feet, searching for his sword as a loud howl pierced the night.

Jaiel faced the darkness beyond the massive, slightly ajar door, weapon at the ready.

Hells, he was fast.

I clumsily collected my blades and joined him.

A large white wolf leaped through the entryway, its unblinking golden-yellow eyes instantly locking on mine — oddly entrancing in their ferocity. As it snarled, something inside my chest tightened, tugging at me and stealing my breath.

Growling, the large wolf stalked across the dark space toward us.

Just behind him, a bright silver wolf followed, and behind it, a third wolf, pitch-black and hard to see in the dim light.

I tried to think, to focus, but the strange tug in my chest made it hard.

Jaiel dropped his sword and held his hands up. ”Apologies, mages. We mean you no harm,” he said, voice soft and melodic. ”We were attacked by wraiths, so took refuge here for the evening. We”ll be gone come morning.”

I tried to make sense of his words.

Why would you talk to a wolf?

But those golden-yellow eyes wouldn”t let me go, and the white wolf crept closer, growl deepening when Jaiel stepped between us.

Something in my chest tugged me toward the wolf, and I stared at it, dumbfounded.

What in the seven hells was happening?

Jaiel put his hand back, resting it on my bare arm. ”Stay behind me,” he whispered.

”Absolutely not,” I said, stepping to his side and reaching out with my korra.

I gasped. Vibrant blue and gold bonds pulsed like a thick corded rope between the wolf and me — nearly as thick as the one to Jaiel.

Holy hells! How did we have a bond?

As I stared, the wolf lunged toward Jaiel. The prince dove to the right, and they circled each other warily while the other two wolves crept toward me, nipping at my legs whenever I dared move.

”Who — who are you?” I asked. The white wolf”s ears twitched toward me.

The wolf closest to me, pelt a bright silver, dipped his head towards the white wolf, then turned to me. The next second, it had turned to smoke and then a naked older man took shape, tall and lean. He had short white hair cropped close to his skull, thin lips pressed into a displeased scowl.

The black wolf beside him followed suit, revealing a naked woman who was curvy in every way he was lean, her lush pale face a mask of composure.

Body mages …

I tugged at my clothes, trying to cover myself with what few bits I still had on.

”Who are you?” the tall, lean man asked with the low and calm voice of a leader.

I forced my gaze away from the white wolf. ”Kaiya Maderoth, Sir. We were just here to —”

”I know what you”re here for,” he said. ”And it”s not whatever you were about to say. Your mate needs you, and you”re here fucking someone else!” He ran a hand over his hair and looked between me, Jaiel, and the white wolf.

He turned to the woman. ”It”s obvious they are bound, but the mate isn”t at all what I expected. How is this even possible, Faera?”

The woman”s lips pressed into a thin line as she stared between me and the white wolf still circling Jaiel, his lips lifted in an angry snarl.

Wait. Did he say mate?

How in the seven hells was that shifter supposed to be my mate? I”d never even met him before. Wasn”t there supposed to be some sort of scent exchange or marking or something with body mages?

As I stared, the white wolf let out a howl and leaped toward us, turning to gray smoke mid-leap.

Jaiel tried to move, but the mage had reformed into a very naked, very tattooed, very large man, crouched protectively between me and Jaiel.

”Mine!” he growled, voice a low rasp as he adjusted his stance so he could face both of us, those angry yellow eyes all too familiar.

Prickles spread over my skin, and something clicked into place inside my chest.

”Tye?”