Ecstasy Claimed
Chapter 1
Los Angeles, Earth Realm
Gregoire lifted the short glass of amber liquid to his lips and savored the burn in the back of his throat. He loved whiskey, and it had been a long fucking day. Week. Heavy music beat in the background of the dark club. It wasn’t his usual style, but it didn’t matter. It seemed his usual was no longer working for him. He’d wanted a drink, so he’d joined his brother Guardians Conn, Dorian and Bastian. They sat drinking and watched the scantily clad females dance near their private edge of the club on the West Coast.
Seductive looks had been steadily sent in their direction. A week ago he would have taken the female with the biggest tits, made use of her mouth and then fucked her in the alley or bathroom because things were more discreet in the clubs Conn went to.
If it were in the clubs that he and Uri used to frequent, he would have fucked her as the other patrons watched. That, however, was not the type of place they were in now. In fact, since Uri had mated a fucking week ago, Gregoire hadn’t had any interest in fucking. That’s how he’d known the time had come.
He took a longer pull from his drink and nodded for the dark-haired waitress to bring another.
It was finally time to claim his little mate. He’d known it would happen at some point, and it had hit him hard after Uri’s mating. A full fucking week ago. Uri was his closest brother, and he was happy the male had found such a worthy mate, but something about the mating had set Gregoire off. It was disconcerting losing the desire to satiate his needs on anyone other than the tiny female he’d yet to claim.
He watched the females on the floor, running their hands over each other. Their soft, supple bodies twining and tasting in order to draw attention, but he couldn’t conjure an ounce of interest. All he saw were chestnut waves and innocent, pale green eyes. That image had his cock interested. The thought of taking her sweet untried pussy made his cock ache.
His brothers were talking over the noise of the club. He tuned them out, thinking about how quickly things had changed.
He’d gone to his favorite club four days ago. None of the females had gained his interest enough to even fuck while pretending it was her. Imagining her face and tits had been his sick-as-fuck norm for the last five years. He could have claimed her when she’d reached her majority, but she’d seemed too young at twenty. Much too innocent and small to handle his demanding and dominant nature. Fuck, he had a huge list of reasons to allow her time.
His life had altered twenty-five years ago. His needs had still required fulfillment, but his interest had waned. What had once been hours of screwing females had changed to screwing a single female once or twice, enough to take the edge off. He rubbed his short beard. He and Uri had always shared human females. Both had enjoyed the kink and challenge in fucking such fragile beings without harming them, but it did nothing for him any longer.
The waitress dropped off his drink, and he scented her arousal. She’d been sending shy glances Conn’s way all night. He shook his head, humans saw them as big and dangerous, but they really had no idea who they were playing with.
The Guardians’ curse made sure they would do no harm. Hurting a human forced them to relive the same injury tenfold. It was a deterrent set by the Creators when they’d gifted the Guardians with enhanced powers. Before the Great Beings had left the Earth, they’d instructed him and his brothers to ensure humanity evolved without interference or subjugation by more powerful beings, and that mandate had included them.
Many centuries ago humans had bled, suffered and died for the entertainment of the Gods, the Creator’s own children. Ares and Artemis had wrought the most damage and destruction, but out of the twelve Gods only three had not turned out to be sick fucks. Those had been dark times. When the Creators had learned what atrocities their sons and daughters had committed, they’d sent the Gods to sleep for their sins. They’d also exiled the Immortals to Tetartos Realm, far away from humanity, and named his eleven brethren and himself the Guardians of the four Realms; Heaven, Hell, Earth and Tetartos.
Gregoire took a deep breath of the arousal-scented air. Immortals were sexual beings needing release like they needed to feed from the world’s energies. Guardians required more than the normal Immortal. More energy, more sex. Jacking off had never worked well. He’d always needed the feel of a hot wet cunt wrapped around him, but it seemed his body had decided the time had come to claim the one pussy that was his alone. Things had to be done first, and the situation had always been complicated.
“I’m a little shocked that Drake let Uri connect a blow,” Conn said, chuckling as his brothers continued to discuss their training earlier. Their leader had taken Uri to the mats before they’d left. Uri had known it was coming. It was his punishment for bringing a hellhound pup into Earth, the Realm of humanity, and keeping the animal there without telling Drake. Through their many centuries, every one of them had suffered the same humiliation of fighting him. There was a reason he was the leader of the Guardians. He was stronger and faster than any of them. As the son of Aphrodite and half-Dragon warrior Ladon, Drake was fucking powerful before having been enhanced with Guardian powers. Pothos, son of Hades, was the only Guardian that actually held his own against him.
Los Angeles, Earth Realm
Gregoire lifted the short glass of amber liquid to his lips and savored the burn in the back of his throat. He loved whiskey, and it had been a long fucking day. Week. Heavy music beat in the background of the dark club. It wasn’t his usual style, but it didn’t matter. It seemed his usual was no longer working for him. He’d wanted a drink, so he’d joined his brother Guardians Conn, Dorian and Bastian. They sat drinking and watched the scantily clad females dance near their private edge of the club on the West Coast.
Seductive looks had been steadily sent in their direction. A week ago he would have taken the female with the biggest tits, made use of her mouth and then fucked her in the alley or bathroom because things were more discreet in the clubs Conn went to.
If it were in the clubs that he and Uri used to frequent, he would have fucked her as the other patrons watched. That, however, was not the type of place they were in now. In fact, since Uri had mated a fucking week ago, Gregoire hadn’t had any interest in fucking. That’s how he’d known the time had come.
He took a longer pull from his drink and nodded for the dark-haired waitress to bring another.
It was finally time to claim his little mate. He’d known it would happen at some point, and it had hit him hard after Uri’s mating. A full fucking week ago. Uri was his closest brother, and he was happy the male had found such a worthy mate, but something about the mating had set Gregoire off. It was disconcerting losing the desire to satiate his needs on anyone other than the tiny female he’d yet to claim.
He watched the females on the floor, running their hands over each other. Their soft, supple bodies twining and tasting in order to draw attention, but he couldn’t conjure an ounce of interest. All he saw were chestnut waves and innocent, pale green eyes. That image had his cock interested. The thought of taking her sweet untried pussy made his cock ache.
His brothers were talking over the noise of the club. He tuned them out, thinking about how quickly things had changed.
He’d gone to his favorite club four days ago. None of the females had gained his interest enough to even fuck while pretending it was her. Imagining her face and tits had been his sick-as-fuck norm for the last five years. He could have claimed her when she’d reached her majority, but she’d seemed too young at twenty. Much too innocent and small to handle his demanding and dominant nature. Fuck, he had a huge list of reasons to allow her time.
His life had altered twenty-five years ago. His needs had still required fulfillment, but his interest had waned. What had once been hours of screwing females had changed to screwing a single female once or twice, enough to take the edge off. He rubbed his short beard. He and Uri had always shared human females. Both had enjoyed the kink and challenge in fucking such fragile beings without harming them, but it did nothing for him any longer.
The waitress dropped off his drink, and he scented her arousal. She’d been sending shy glances Conn’s way all night. He shook his head, humans saw them as big and dangerous, but they really had no idea who they were playing with.
The Guardians’ curse made sure they would do no harm. Hurting a human forced them to relive the same injury tenfold. It was a deterrent set by the Creators when they’d gifted the Guardians with enhanced powers. Before the Great Beings had left the Earth, they’d instructed him and his brothers to ensure humanity evolved without interference or subjugation by more powerful beings, and that mandate had included them.
Many centuries ago humans had bled, suffered and died for the entertainment of the Gods, the Creator’s own children. Ares and Artemis had wrought the most damage and destruction, but out of the twelve Gods only three had not turned out to be sick fucks. Those had been dark times. When the Creators had learned what atrocities their sons and daughters had committed, they’d sent the Gods to sleep for their sins. They’d also exiled the Immortals to Tetartos Realm, far away from humanity, and named his eleven brethren and himself the Guardians of the four Realms; Heaven, Hell, Earth and Tetartos.
Gregoire took a deep breath of the arousal-scented air. Immortals were sexual beings needing release like they needed to feed from the world’s energies. Guardians required more than the normal Immortal. More energy, more sex. Jacking off had never worked well. He’d always needed the feel of a hot wet cunt wrapped around him, but it seemed his body had decided the time had come to claim the one pussy that was his alone. Things had to be done first, and the situation had always been complicated.
“I’m a little shocked that Drake let Uri connect a blow,” Conn said, chuckling as his brothers continued to discuss their training earlier. Their leader had taken Uri to the mats before they’d left. Uri had known it was coming. It was his punishment for bringing a hellhound pup into Earth, the Realm of humanity, and keeping the animal there without telling Drake. Through their many centuries, every one of them had suffered the same humiliation of fighting him. There was a reason he was the leader of the Guardians. He was stronger and faster than any of them. As the son of Aphrodite and half-Dragon warrior Ladon, Drake was fucking powerful before having been enhanced with Guardian powers. Pothos, son of Hades, was the only Guardian that actually held his own against him.