CHAPTER TEN
– FOSCA –
Pleasure keeps flowing through me in waves. My eyes are closed, my mind is lost in bliss while my body keeps buzzing with electrifying power humming in my veins. I’ve read about legends, heard stories from Zara how a connection between fated mates is indescribable when the bond is in place.
Though, never in my wildest dreams would I have believed a feeling as pleasurable as this existed. How could it be possible when I was frustrated, hurt, and absolutely furious with this man when he walked back into this room.
One kiss and it felt like a switch being flipped. There’s no right or wrong, no hate or love, no denying; we are meant to be united. Everything has a time and place. For us to have avoided one another for all these years, and now living in the same town? It was inevitable.
His tongue laps at the spot where my shoulder meets my neck. Biting him was instinct, and he returned the gesture, giving the sweet balance of pain and pleasure. His hips rock, making his cock shift inside me. He tries to pull out but his cock feels huge inside me.
I groan and he murmurs against the skin of my neck, “We’re still connected. Can’t fuck you again until the little barbs retract.”
Barbs? “What?”
He grinds against me, making his cock pulse, and I feel the warmth of another spurt of cum inside me.
“The merging of our bodies, solidifying our bond through blood. Knotting only occurs the first time through tiny barbs triggered by the unity of fated mates. Don’t worry, we can fuck repeatedly as soon as my seed takes root.”
Seed takes root? Yet again, all I can say is, “What?”
I can feel him deep inside me when he chuckles.
“Fated mates with powerful bloodlines are potent and perfectly aligned to create strong descendants. Me claiming you the way I did was triggered by your scent. I smelled your fertility and instinct took over. With our siblings taken from us, thinning out the bloodlines, it makes perfect sense we came together the way we did.”
“You’re telling me we created life just now?”
He smirks. “As. We. Speak.”
The “deer in headlights” expression hits me because it’s probably close to what I’m feeling right now. How the hell is it justified to create life between two people who don’t even like, love, or care for one another? This is some screwed up chemistry reaction to force us to be, and stay together.
“Move,” I grit, annoyance swiftly replacing the lust which landed me in this position.
Sevrin tilts his head and I can tell by his gaze landing on my lips where his thoughts are going as he slowly inches closer.
I turn my head to refuse his kiss, not letting him distract me again. “I said move. You got what you wanted.”
His cock moves inside me and I have to clench my jaw to prevent the moan from slipping out.
My traitorous body ignores my mindset when my pussy clenches around him.
He shifts his hips and slowly starts to slide in and out, creating delicious friction.
Friction that starts to build another orgasm. Shit. We can always fight later, right?
I mean, if he’s right we’re already linked together through our bond, and by blood if he indeed knocked me up.
My nails dig into his back, and I press the heel of my foot into his ass to urge him on.
If we don’t have a choice we might as well enjoy some of the perks.
At least, it’s my final thought before I surrender to the pleasure our bodies are creating.
A gasp rips from me and a scream of protest follows when his dick is suddenly gone. My body is thrown and flipped, and I land face-first into the mattress. Any complaints die when he’s suddenly filling me back up, deeper this time.
He presses a large hand between my shoulder blades, pinning me down while his other hand has a rough grip on my waist. The sound of skin slapping skin, along with his rough breathing, is surrounding us.
I find myself shoving my ass back, wanting him deeper, harder.
The hand on my waist glides over my ass and without warning I feel something press against my anus.
The sound of spitting comes with wetness landing on his fingers.
There is no time to scream and I bite down on the blankets to process what he’s doing to me.
“My cock is fucking your tight pussy so damn well. Yeah, I can feel myself pumping inside you. Damn, your ass is tight. Gonna fuck you there soon enough, sweetness. Need to prepare it first. Yes...like that, don’t you?”
One finger becomes two and then I’m shoving back against him again.
He’s holding my body captive underneath him as his hand slides to my neck.
He’s pounding hard into my pussy, fucking my ass with two fingers, completely ruining me as I scream my release into the blankets.
Sevrin freezes above me and I can feel his cock yet again thicken and pulse inside me.
He gives me his weight and slightly rolls us to the side while his arms wrap around my body to keep me pinned to him. Any trace of annoyance and anger has been fucked right out of me. I have no clue what the future might bring, but at least I have the assurance this man will fight to keep me safe.
Us. If he’s right, and we conceived, then it’s not just my life on the line. Which is strange because how would he know and I didn’t? It’s my body, should I feel different?
“Stop overthinking,” Sevrin rumbles against my neck and I can feel his lips brush my jaw.
“Shouldn’t one of us be using our brain?” I wonder out loud.
His chuckle rumbles through his chest and vibrates against my back. “Time enough later. I’m sure someone will come knocking soon enough.”
As if on cue somewhere in the room a phone starts to ring.
“That’s mine,” I murmur and try to wiggle out of his grip.
Luckily, this time his dick slides out and I can feel our joined releases trickle out. Reaching for a shirt on the floor, I shove it between my legs as I shimmy over to where my phone is hiding in the pocket of my pants.
There’s a knock on the door as I glance at the number and answer, “Nathan, what can I do for you?”
“Dead body, same place as Tom Pierce. Dave is on his way but I need you here as well,” Nathan informs me.
“On my way,” I respond and end the call.
Sevrin is pulling on his jeans, walks to the door and waits for me to slip into the bathroom before facing whomever was knocking. There’s no need to tell him who called and why because by the look on his face? He definitely heard Nathan.
I quickly handle my business, clean up, and splash some extra water on my face before I step back into the bedroom. It’s a good thing I packed a bag with clean clothes. A handful of minutes later we walk into the main room of the clubhouse.
A curse slips from me when I notice Zara sitting on the couch, arms crossed in front of her chest while furiously glaring at Levan. I completely forgot he was picking her up and bringing her here.
Sevrin’s hand touches my elbow. “He’ll keep her safe. We need to head out and check who dropped dead on our property.”
Our property. A slip of the tongue or does this mean us fucking magically turned us into a couple? I decide to file away this little piece of information and get on the back of Sevrin’s bike. Since Dave is already on his way I don’t bother to bring my bag.
My arms tighten around Sevrin, holding tight for a moment in time where we fly through the night. The feel of his strong body in front of me while the wind tugs at our clothes. I inhale the scent of the sea as we get closer to the resort.
Time to get back to work and face what has been haunting us for decades. I’m sure this body isn’t another coincidence. My brother is connected to all of it, and I’m sure he’s planning to kill us soon.
Putting the bond between Sevrin and me in place suddenly seems like the best choice we made because it links us as one. Meaning I can tap into Sevrin’s strength and vice versa. It also balances out the way he can help me control the power we both possess.