The buzzing unease and odd, feminine sounds in his mind were a soft background hum to his booming internal voice telling him to take… pleasure. A sense of sudden panic jerked him up. What the fuck was happening? He was so hot, so hungry he dove in again to plunder her slick lower lips, pushing his tongue as far into her pussy as he could get. He held her legs firmly, felt her channel pulsing around him. He moaned, and her hips thrust against his face. He heard whimpering noises as he ate at her.
His eyes closed as he tasted her pleasure. Her body was new to him. He knew that he’d never tasted anything so damn good in his long existence. He hadn’t claimed her… He knew that instinctually. The only sounds, outside the roaring in his brain, were his wet suckling and the moans that fell from her lips. It was hard to focus through his body’s need to fill her, but he had to bring her higher until she exploded. He needed to taste it, wanted it all over his mouth.
He growled deep as he replaced his tongue with a thick finger, tunneling into her tight channel. He needed to know how much to prepare her for his fist-sized dick. Fuck, she was snug, he thought, as he pumped while simultaneously squeezing his aching cock with his other hand. He swirled his tongue around her clit. Took the tiny bud into his mouth and sucked. Her hips pushed against his face, and he moaned his approval against her skin. She cried out, her climax pulsing around his finger as she worked to hold him deep.
He lifted up on arm muscles aching with tension. Need to be buried deep inside her tight, hot pussy clenched his gut and tightened his balls. Nothing would be right until he did. He pushed to his knees, holding tight to the base of his cock as he panted for breath. He refused to come until he was balls deep inside her. He wiped his mouth and held his cock to her opening, slicking it in her juices as he looked up to her eyes.
He stopped cold at the fear he saw reflected there an instant before she closed her lids against him. What the fuck was happening? Answers came; he just didn’t understand them at first.
The litany in the background of his mind. That feminine voice. He listened to it for the first time. “Sam, you are strong. Have to stop panicking. His mouth felt so damn good, focus on the pleasure. Stop feeling dirty. The need is strong. Focus on that. You can do this. He saved you. He’s so damn perfect.” He reared back at the words. He looked at her lying before him beautifully nude and wet with the release he had given her. His fucked-up cock still pounded in need. Her eyes crinkled at the corners with how tight she’d shut them. She was frightened. But if it was her mind he was hearing… What the hell was happening? Then the flashes of memory hit.
A human’s apartment. No. It belonged to one of the Elemental Mageias taken by Cyril to Tetartos. Sam. His sister had told him her name before they went to investigate the mortal’s apartment.
A soft pillow. The smell of heaven. Then anger and anguish so strong it nearly ripped his soul from his body.
Danger. Mate. She was his, and they had taken her. They were experimenting on and hurting her.
A link in his mind pulsed. Searching. Working to find her. She was too far to reach. He needed more energy. Earth’s energies were fueling him, but he needed more. He had to complete the link. He settled inside his mind, his body, refused to expend energies on anything not related to finding her.
He saw Vane’s blond hair, his twin’s face contorted in concern as he yelled, “Shit, Erik, what the fuck’s wrong?” Erik wanted to answer but, finding her, reaching her was more important.
Later… there was a constant funneling of energy into his body as he pushed the link to complete. Everything was blurry. His focus was in finding her. His mate. He would not fail her like he’d failed his sister.
He had failed her. He knew it. The memories stopped as he looked down at the beautiful form of the mortal Mageia lying suppliantly before him on the unfamiliar bed. He felt sweat beading on his chest.
The pain was too much. He had to make the words stop. He was having trouble catching his breath. On instinct, he gently pushed inside her mind, trying to find a way. He finally lifted a shield for her thoughts. They abruptly cut out of his head. Then, the full impact and painful realization nearly destroyed him. He had to leave. The things she had revealed in his mind were too much for him to handle while arousal beat at his body. The burning need was so deep he knew he wouldn’t be able to fight it for long.
He looked at her beautiful face and asked with a voice that sounded raspy and pained to his own ears, “Are you safe here?”
Sam, he knew his mate’s name. Just as he knew without a doubt that she was his. Her soulful green eyes popped open, and he heard the soft cadence of confusion filling her voice as she answered, “Yes, we’re safe here.” He saw and felt the truth of her words as her delicate brow furrowed. He couldn’t stay there a minute longer. Erik was off the bed and through the balcony doors within a second.