“How did they leave?”
“I checked all the patrols, and no one saw them. I’m sure they paid a Kairos to teleport them somewhere. When I went to the Kairos office, it said that they were gone for the rest of the day, and I couldn’t find them through any of the locals.” Adras’ gravelly voice nearly shook with frustration. There was nothing worse for a warrior than feeling out of control.
“One office in the city?”
Adras gave a tight nod.
Gregoire knew it was killing him to ask for help. He rubbed his jaw again. His beast half was itching at the idea of hunting her tight little ass. “The next time you see her, she’ll be mine.”
Adras growled low in his throat. His friend’s jaw clenched tight, and Ava put a small hand to his chest. It had been awkward for them for twenty-five fucking years. Their centuries-long friendship was lost.
He clenched his teeth and spoke low, attempting to remember that he would likely feel the same in Adras’ position. “You knew this time would come. You knew it when you called for me. I’ve waited five extra years. I’ve given you time. Given her time to have her youth. Do not act as though I haven’t taken everything into consideration and made a sacrifice in this.”
“You better have a care with her. She is young and small.” Adras’ eyes glittered in warning. This was never going to be a comfortable situation. The whole situation was fucked up beyond anything else. Adras was fully aware of how demanding he would be.
Gregoire felt for his friend, but he’d given more than he should ever have been expected to. He wouldn’t continue it any longer, and Adras had known what would happen when he called for him.
“You know better than to assume I would harm what is mine,” Gregoire said in warning. He didn’t appreciate the insinuation that he would not care for his own mate.
He walked out the door without another word, exiting into the crisp night air, inhaling deep to clear his fogged mind. Her scent had been all over the home, and it had gotten inside him.
Chapter 4
Guardian Compound, Tetartos Realm
Erik’s eyes slit open slowly. He lay on his side on top of soft bedding, not his own. His eyes opened wider to assess the change in location. Light filtered around dark curtains, but he was more interested in the soft female resting in his arms. She smelled like nothing he’d ever scented in his life. His cock was stiff between them as she lay against him. He became transfixed by the intoxicating fragrance and feel of her. Erik looked at the small, slender female sleeping against him. Her shoulder-length, sun-streaked hair lay in sleepy disarray. The scent of her skin blanketed him as he leaned in to draw more of it into his lungs. He dipped his face into her hair… her throat. His breath caught at the soul-deep knowledge that she was his. He nipped at the sweet bit of skin he could see at her neck. Not sharp enough to sting, just enough that she moaned.
Rolling her onto her back, he kissed and sucked at her collarbone until she gasped his name. Looking up, he saw half-lidded leaf-green eyes pulling him in. A small tongue darted out to wet plump bowed lips. He ached to nip and savor them until they were swollen from his attentions. He groaned low before settling in to do just that. His heartbeat thrummed inside his head. He needed to devour, to take… claim. His cock pushed into her leg as he tucked her beneath him and took her lips. This small female was his, and he forced himself to be careful, knowing from her scent that she was mortal, and easily half his size. She writhed and moaned as he possessed her mouth, taking her tongue in a deep plundering. He lifted up the sweatshirt she wore, uncovering soft ripe mounds already peaked and swollen, begging for his touch. He plumped them high in his palms. They were perfect soft pillows in his hands. Not overly large but enough to play with. Mesmerized, he leaned down, his eyes closed as he suckled and bit at the dusky tips, loving the taste of her skin. Her tight athletic frame bowed beneath his bigger, stronger body. He heard his name echoed over and over inside his mind, and the sound of it pulled him deeper into the hazy thrall.
Lowering the soft pants she wore, he watched as every tanned inch of skin was uncovered. He ripped them from her small feet and tossed them across the room. Looking his fill, he was drawn in by the thin line of softly shorn hair, knowing it would lead him straight to paradise. It guided his mouth, beckoned him lower. He salivated, his chest rising with heavy pants. There was no way he’d ever been so out of his mind with lust. His mind was buzzing with the need to be buried deep inside her, but the urge to taste her was stronger.
He wasn’t even sure anything existed before that moment, couldn’t think of anything but her. He was hit with the relentless desire to possess what he knew was his. He lifted and spread long, shapely thighs apart and looked his fill at her glistening folds, all slick and ready for him. His thumbs caressed the skin behind her knees. He rubbed his rough cheek along the inside of her thigh, his animal wanting to mark her skin. Her breathing accelerated, and he smelled her heat. His head felt hazy; deep inside he was hit with an odd sense of uneasiness. He shook it off, his need for her overriding all other thought. Her body shook beneath his hands; she needed him. He forced his wide shoulders into the space he’d made between her thighs and buried his face in her soft wet pussy, licking and sucking every sweet inch of wet succulent flesh was a compulsion. He had to consume her, wanted her to come on his lips before he plunged his painfully hard cock inside her. He would take her so deep she wouldn’t realize anything existed beyond his cock stretching her, owning her.