CHAPTER TEN
“How much of this isverified?” Seer wondered to Vex, ready to return to the swamp immediately.
“I assume all of it.”
“Do the Quantum Kings know what’s happened?” Lore asked.
“About to find that out,” Seer said, opening his phone. “Gonna call Dr. Harlow.”
“I’m calling Nidev,” Vex said, pulling his phone out.
“Dr. Harlow,” Seer greeted a few steps away.
“Uhhh Samuel,” he remembered. “How can I help you?”
“Have you seen the news.”
“Tell me,” he urged, his tone dropping a notch.
Seer barely shook his head. “Brother, I think seeing it is the only way to properly capture what’s happened.”
“Jesus, hold while I add Quantum to the call.”
Seer updated his companions as he paced next to the cathedral sized window, watching the rain coming down in sheets.
“Quantum, I have you on three way with Samuel. He’s got news updates.”
“I’ve seen,” Quantum said with an ominous tone. “I’ve neuro-linked with all major news outlets and set alerts. They began blaring this morning.”
“And when were you going to tell me?” Harlow wondered.
“After ensuring our brother and guests were safe. As well as wait for the full report to finish. I’ve been getting alerts every fifteen minutes. We have a couple hours before Kaphas’ next birthday celebration. You want to do this now or after?”
“I say now,” Seer put in.
“Agreed,” Dr. Harlow said.
“Then let’s gather in the council chamber.”
Dr. Harlow asked, “Who are we telling?”
“Only the males who absolutely need to know,” Quantum said, a relief to Seer that he was mindful of those things.
“You got it, boss.”
Seer realized. “Where is the council chamber located?”
“I’ll send Reginald to lead the way,” Dr. Harlow said.
“Much thanks.”
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FATHOM HEADED TO THEbathroom door, ready to demand a thorough conversation with Rosalie regarding all things related to sex with her. He had many ideas of how to deal with the issue and he wouldn’t stop until he was at the very bottom of her problem and succulent pussy. He stopped at the bathroom door and angled his head, engaging his hyper auditory powers.
The fire in his blood exploded at hearing the soft moans straining out of her.
His hunger turned feral, and he hammered the door with his fist, bringing her scream.
“Who is it!” she asked, her words shaking.
“Your husband,” he decided to say.
“I’m...bathing,” she declared.
“I want to speak to you.”
“I’ll get out.”
“No,” he ordered. “I want to speak to you now. Open the door or I will open it.”
Water sloshed and splashed as she clearly flew out of the tub. The door finally opened, and he walked in before she could exit, shutting it and locking it back.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her words frail as he turned and eyed the way she held the purple satin robe tightly closed.
“I’m wondering what my wife is doing in here.”
“I’m...bathing,” she gasped, her face flush.
“Not just bathing,” he accused, stepping closer to her.
She moved back with many breaths. “How...” Her words cut off as she realized exactly how he might know. “Have you never heard of privacy?”
“Were you touching yourself?” he asked, his arousal making his words rough as he stepped closer, sending her in reverse. “Why have you not touched me, Rosalie? Is it because you don’t find me desirable?”
She shook her head, as she met a dead-end at the vanity.
“No, you don’t?”
“I...I do,” she whispered.
Her answer stole his breath as he quickly removed his t-shirt, getting her hot gaze burning over him. “Come here, Rosalie.”
He watched her, angling his head at the struggle in her mind and body.
“If you do not, then I will go to you. And if I go to you, I will assume you want me to do whatever I crave to do.” His breaths blasted with a rabid hunger as he undid his jeans. “And what I crave to do will likely be among your worst fears.”
Her mouth flew open with shocked breaths when he removed the denim and stood naked before her.
She stared right at his cock, her drunk gaze bringing his hand to encase his raging hard on.
“I’m going to ask you one question, Rosalie,” he said, stroking himself as she watched. “Do you want me to make you?”
Her eyes moved up to his as her delicate brows pulled tightly together.
“If you nod your pretty head...then I will utterly wreck your delectable body and mind with all that I have been craving to do.”
She stood there and clenched her eyes shut, sounding on the verge of hyperventilating.
“Do it,” he grit mercilessly, moving closer. “Nod your head, my sweet Rosalie.”
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OH GOD, JUST DO IT! Nod!
She forced herself to obey the single directive and braced for impact. It came just as she expected—hot, hard hands yanking her robe off, growling mouth crushing hers as he hoisted her by her bottom onto the vanity.
Her scream flew out the second he shoved her legs open then another when his angry mouth pressed against her privates and sucked. The desperately needed orgasm burst from her body, bringing the start of that terrifying sound he made when threatened, mixed with her highly explicit cries of pleasure. It was so intense she feared falling to the floor, but she couldn’t care, she could only endure.
Before the first wave of ecstasy finished, he stood and his glorious body forced her legs wide while those angry fingers latched onto her face and yanked it to his hungry mouth. He lashed her tongue with a boiling fervor, his feral breaths and all that he was, wrecking her just as he promised, just as she so desperately needed.
He forced her hand to his penis and she gasped at the shocking feel and size of him. “Touch me,” he growled.
She used both hands, strangling the silky steel encased in fancy dark ink as he returned to the war he waged at her mouth. His harsh breaths carried her name, making her feel divine and victorious as she stroked him. Oh God, he was terrifyingly huge and hard but oh so beautiful.
He gripped her hips and moved her so the huge crown of his cock pressed at her privates. “Fathom!” she shot out, stroking his cock faster, fighting to open wider for him. “Make love to me,” she begged, looking up into his face, so beautifully dominant in passion.
“Show me what you were doing in the tub, Rosalie,” he ordered with a severity she wasn’t about to disobey.
Her back met the mirror as she moved her hand between her legs, staring at his huge length while touching her clit. Her gaze roamed with a terrible hunger over his glowing muscles covered in glistening ink.
His head tilted back, and fear seized her breath at seeing his elongated, black, canine teeth. His gaze found hers as he pressed the crown against her opening, drawing her desperate cries of need.
“Yes,” she pled, not wanting him to mistake the scared sounds she made. She’d never wanted anything more than to get every bit of the wreckage he’d sworn.
His hot stare moved between them now.
“Hold on tight, my sweet Rosalie,” he warned, those frightening growls warbling his words. “I’m going to bury my cock in you.” His chest heaved as he staked her with his lust-drunk gaze. “Then I will seal you to my flesh.”
Seal her to his flesh. She truly wanted to know what that meant but couldn’t care as he began to enter her so very slowly. Her sharp breaths with frantic moans came with the terrible stinging as his massive cock stretched her. With only the crown in her, he paused and shook the air with a feral, high-pitched purring.
“Oh God, oh God,” flew from her mouth as she watched his progress.
He began his descent again, his inch-long canines bared fully as his inky muscles quivered. He was being so very careful as his nails, feeling much longer, pricked sharply into her hips. She watched in rapture as she took his beautiful cock inside her. He was all hers. She was all his. The realization released a profound hunger that needed all of it right then.
“Don’t stop,” she cried when he again paused for her, or him, she wasn’t sure anymore. “Do it, husband. Seal me to your flesh.”
She no longer feared what that meant, only craved him being buried inside her.
He lifted her from the vanity, and she instinctively wrapped his waist with her legs and grabbed his shoulders as he moved her to a wall. For two seconds, their gazes locked before he kissed her with such, a declaration of war he’d already won. The only fight was giving every part of herself to her victorious captor that marked her inner walls with a stinging heat.
One of his sharp teeth pierced her lip, causing her fingers to fist in his golden hair with a cry. “Fathom,” she blasted as a light warmth filled her body and boiled her mind. The liquid pleasure crept through her as his growling mouth covered her neck. Another sharp sting brought her cry of ecstasy followed by more of the delicious heat in her muscles.
His nails pierced deeper into her bottom as he kissed her again, the lust serrating his growls burning away all her fear and pain.
“My husband,” she wept on gasp after gasp, before locking her legs tighter and plunging herself onto the entire length of him.
Blinding ecstasy flashed through her as he roared, his arms encircling her, hot bands of possessive fury that sealed her to his flesh. He held her bound to his glorious body, moving her on his cock until their hips clashed with a desperate fury. She had no air, no words, no ability to do anything but endure the divine sledgehammer he became, smashing through the filthy, angry darkness inside her. But it was in his orgasm, in his otherworldly, ear-splitting screech that all things around him and all things within her, became whole. Became new. Became her very own heaven.
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TERROR.
It was the first human emotion Fathom experienced when Fetch and Fin pushed into his mind and put the brakes on his power.
He’d lost control with her.
Help me!
Fetch ordered, Check her.
He realized he had the ability to not only check her but feel everything about her. Relief smoothed his jagged breaths when he discovered his wife was more than perfectly healthy. She was glowing inside and the tempo of her heartbeat bore his mark as did the rest of her, down to her perfect little cells. The seal was complete. And so was he. Now he’d begin evolving. Him with her and her with him. They would become what the universal law referred to as—one.
“Fathom!”
Her fear staked every cell and instantly he pulled back, further assessing. He realized she was too perfect, and her human counterparts weren’t accustomed.
He kissed her softly, sending electrical currents through his tongue to cancel the newness scaring her. “It’s okay,” he whispered. “What you”re feeling is me, now a part of you. As you are a part of me.”
He carried her to their bed and laid her on it, his mouth never leaving hers as she moaned through the healing he’d just administered.
“Did you love it as much as I did, Rosalie?”
She filled his mouth with eager breaths, and wrapped her legs around him, eager for more.
Her needs were like teeth in all his muscles as his cock literally vibrated with electrical surges. “I need to calm down first,” he murmured at her lips. “So I don’t accidentally kill you.”
She pulled his face to her mouth and gave him a passionate kiss, as if his warning merely spiked her desire.
“Rosalie,” he croaked, fighting her and himself. “You need this?”
“So much,” she moaned.
“One more, but I must do it differently. To protect you.”
She got up on her elbows when he knelt between her legs, opening those perfect little limbs. He lay on the bed, licking along her inner thigh, sending electrical currents through her with each flick as he gently worked his first two fingers inside her.
She arched with a gasp, her tiny hands grabbing his wrist and pulling him deeper. “Oh Fathom.”
At the bottom of her, he focused small electrical charges at her G-spot, getting her shocked cries. They were kryptonite to his self-control, he instantly realized. His canines extended and vibrated, ready to play again. He could bite her petal and send his little friends to deliver the perfect orgasm. Or he could use the charge on his tongue and save the first idea for a special occasion.
He lapped at her clit with a hunger, relishing in the sounds it brought and the harsh thrust of her hips against his mouth. She was already there, banging and clawing at ecstasy’s door. He would need to teach her endurance so that his Rosalie hungers were thoroughly fed. But for now, he’d give his delicate wife what she needed that instant.
Fathom added more heat and vibration to the tips of his finger and created a sharp, light hammering against her core as he gathered low electrical pulses into the tip of his tongue. He captured her clit in a hungry suction and flicked the electrical gift right onto the hard flesh.
Her orgasm detonated and sent Fathom’s powers flying through him while he held her thighs tightly to the bed, feeling the changes their union created light up. Like a unique fingerprint upon their cells, it formed a symphony of electrical vibrations. Their wedding song. And the otherworldly pleasure was surely their wedding dance. And he knew without a doubt they’d move to this music very often.
Fathom kissed his way toward the erotic sounds still pouring from his wife’s mouth. By the time he made it to her lips, he was smiling at the song she’d sung to him. “How is it that your pleasure is still climbing?”
She breathed out a laugh. “Because this...you’re... a miracle!”
Fathom pulled up at hearing the emotion flooding her words. Her tears and blinding smile filled every inch of him with his new powers. “What is this phenomenon?” he marveled, sliding his thumb over her tears and bringing it to his tongue. A mixture of unfamiliar chemicals confirmed the wonder as he studied the event still happening right there on her pretty face.
“It’s...the most...powerful joy I have ever known,” she said, the tears coming faster. “I have never imagined such a thing was even...possible.”
She flung her tiny arms around his neck, and he scooped her up, sealing her soft body against his. Her description produced a furious and hungry possession that astonished him. “Your words imprison me in such rapture. Such power. I too have never known these things that should not be possible but are.”
He set her before him. “You have inherited my powers and I have inherited the power of your humanity. We are now one and will both grow together into our new beings. I am no longer me, but us. You are no longer you, but us.”
“I feel so very different,” she whispered. “I feel...electrified with life and...love, and...the most terrifying pleasure.”
He smiled at that description. “Terrifying?”
She nodded with a shy smile. “I thought I might... die from it. And then I thought I might die without it!” she marveled, her shock bringing his laugh.
He eyed her, amazed. “Even my laughter has changed. It’s made up of...” he pondered intensely, then realized, meeting her expectant gaze. “You.”
Her happy giggle filled the air and his blood. “Oh dear,” she whispered. “I hope I don’t downgrade you.”
His eyes lowered to her succulent breasts, tender and soft. She covered them with her hands then jerked them down with a gasp when he sent an arc of electricity to spank them.
“What did you do!?” she whispered with a huge smile. “Felt like a tiny...angry bite!”
“It was. For hiding what is mine to always behold,” he said, again staring at them. “At all times that I wish.”
“I can’t bear it,” she squealed, hiding them again. She sucked in a breath. “You bit me earlier. When...”
He moved his gaze into hers. “I did.” He studied the delicate pink in her skin and the fullness of her lips. “Did you hate it?”
She captured her lower lip in her teeth while smiling then shook her head.
An electrical storm erupted in him. “You liked it?” he asked, needing a direct answer.
“So much,” she confessed, her smile softening with a fire that consumed his control. “Why did you? Is that...something you have to do? Or...just want to do?”
“Both,” he whispered, leaning for her mouth. “But I have never craved it except with you.
Her passion hit his cock like a shockwave when her greedy hands pulled him and took a kiss. Her fingertips manifested his imprint with electrical pulses on his face, bringing his joy. “Rosalie.”
She straddled him, the position stealing his ability to think as he held her waist. She took hold of his cock and moved it right where he wanted it, where it belonged. With him poised at her entrance, she locked her gaze on his, barely pumping against the crown, her lips parted. Her sharp breaths called his power into his lungs, her boiling stare begging him, commanding him.
He held it with all his might, sliding his hands over her waist, dancing his electrical currents over her skin. He watched her, focusing the currents into the head of his cock, his breath turning hot at the cry she gave him.
“Fathom,” she weakly called.
He squeezed her waist and gently pushed his pulsing head deeper into his new heaven. “My Rosalie,” he whispered at her soft, astonished cries. “I am your Soldier. You are my Angel.” He delivered an arc of electricity into her G-spot then slammed the head of his dick against it.
Fathom snatched her scream with his hungry mouth, wrapping his arms around her tightly, moving her on his cock as he kissed her.
“Fathom!” she cried, louder with every thrust.
“My Rosalie,” he swore on her mouth, slamming her onto his cock now. “My beautiful angel. Are you mine?”
“Yes! Come for me! Oh God, come for me!”
Her beg brought his orgasm with shockwaves, one after another, jolting through them. He held on to her tighter, his electrical currents racing with hers through her body, vibrating their molecules until they again sang and danced to the symphony of their bond.
He knew she was right. This was some kind of miracle. Some secret tear in the fabric of reason as he held her sealed to his chest, their breaths and hearts racing as their bodies hummed in the afterglow.
He lay with her in his arms and tucked her perfect little body into his, wrapping them both in a blanket of electro-magnetic energy. He coated her muscles with soothing endorphins then placed his lips on her temple and released a gentle pulse, lulling her into a peaceful sleep.