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  “I need to feel you when you come,” Dyletri said, one hand landing on her stomach and grazing her as his finger slid lower.

  Ismini whimpered, her back curving. “Oh God.”

  All of a sudden, her panties went the way of her pants, and she choked on a harsh gasp as the air hit her sensitive flesh. In a brief moment, she thanked the Fates for Evesse, who’d convinced her to get a wax a few days after buying the bullet.

  She’d been right, but it was agony to feel Dyletri’s power caressing her swollen, exposed, sensitive flesh.

  “By the Gods . . . never . . . too much . . .”

  Dyletri’s rambling trailed off as his fingers slid lower. Ismini raised her head to watch and moaned brokenly as he brushed over her mound.

  He bit his full lip, mumbling as his fingers moved lower. “I’ve never been with a woman like this.” He inhaled raggedly right before he lightly flicked her clit.

  Her entire body jackknifed off the bed like she’d been catapulted. “Dyletri!”

  “Yessss,” he said, his finger sliding around her swollen flesh.

  Her legs thrashed on either side of him. Her fingers dug into the covers. She thrust her hips, trying her hardest to keep her eyes open so she could watch him. Watch the way he was staring at her, his gaze dangerous as she began to beg.

  “God, yes. Yes, please, Dyletri!”

  “Say it. Say my name,” he demanded, his voice deep and satisfied.

  Ismini felt it echo in her head. She spread her legs wider, giving him more room.

  Her womb clenched so hard it felt like her insides were shutting down. Her walls tensed and released. Ismini lifted her hips further off the bed.

  “Dyletri! Oh, baby . . .”

  “I love the way you sound.” His upper lip curled again, exposing those huge canines of his. “You want me inside you, don’t you?” He tilted her head and threw her a playful look that made her tighten up even more.

  Ismini could only nod her head, beyond the point of speaking. Rough sounds were all that crashed out of her throat at that point. Dyletri smirked, the expression transforming his face even more. Two of his fingers slid down her slit, rubbing lightly and circling. She jerked, choking as raw pleasure shot through her.

  “The things I plan on doing to you.”

  Ismini cried out, her head falling onto the bed. “Fuck, yes.”

  Still, she struggled to keep her eyes on him. She didn’t want to miss one moment of what was happening. Her brain was sucking in every detail, saving them for the future when she knew she’d need them.

  Dyletri continued to swirl his finger, teasing and pressing into her clit. His touch had tingled the entire time, but out of nowhere, a real shock shot out of him and straight into her flesh.

  “Dyletri!”

  “Fuck!”

  He cursed under his breath and waved his free hand above her. Her tank top and bra disappeared, and for the first time in her life, she was naked before someone.

  Ismini had always expected that such a moment would be accompanied by shame. That it would force her to face every inadequacy she had and expose them for another to see.

  But that wasn’t what happened.

  The moment his gaze fell on her breasts, Dyletri launched himself onto her, a snarl ripping out of him. Another shock of energy went through her, pushing her closer to the edge.

  Time seemed to move in slow motion as he leaned toward her, the fingers of one hand teasing her entrance while the other cupped her breast and held it to his mouth. As he opened his lips over her nipple, all she could think about was how sexy his profile was. How dangerous those teeth looked.

  Then, he sucked her in, sending her straight into nerve overload. She whimpered and thrashed her head back and forth, her body arching and begging and empty. She felt so empty. She needed him so badly.

  Ismini mewled and cupped his head to her, letting her fingers get lost in his soft hair. “Please . . . please, I need you inside me.”

  Dyletri’s teeth came down gently around her nipple, his face turning vicious as he cursed around her flesh. It was obvious he was fighting to hold his strength back even as his finger began pressing into her, invading her in a way nothing ever had.

  Not even the bullet.

  Unlike any pleasure she’d ever given herself, there were no words for how this felt. The slight sting, the pulses of energy, the power that slipped into her at the same time his finger did . . .

  Ismini’s teeth ground together. “Oh God. I’m going to—”

  “Come for me, little one. I can smell how close you are. Let me feel you,” Dyletri murmured, his tone demanding as he switched to her other nipple. He pulled his finger all the way out of her before slowly thrusting it back in. Then he did it once more. And again. By the third pass, she couldn’t hold back.

  “Dyletri!” Ismini screamed.

  Her entire being zeroed in on the pleasure blooming out of every part of her. She felt the way her muscles swelled, throbbing around his finger. It took just one more thrust of the long digit. One more lick around her nipple.

  And him. Him groaning out her name in that dangerous, demon-like voice. “Ismini . . .”

  “Oh fuck!” Ismini gasped as her vision turned white and her heartbeat faltered, all the blood in her body seeming to explode inside her clit.

  She felt her walls collapse around his finger as wave after wave of pleasure shot through every nerve on her body. Above the roar of her own pulse, she heard the frenzied sounds of them moaning together. It heightened her pleasure, sending another round of pulsations over her.

  By the time her orgasm retreated, Ismini was gasping for breath and holding on to Dyletri with every bit of strength she had. He strained against her, his finger still sliding in and out of her as her pussy throbbed around it with the remnants of her orgasm.

  “Jesus,” she whispered, feeling her body winding up once more. The way his finger tingled inside her made her nerves come to attention. Made them rise up and take notice even though he’d just knocked them all out. “Dyletri . . . I . . .”

  He groaned as he licked his way up her neck, finishing her sentence and echoing her thoughts. “Need you.” When he sucked on her, he made her mewl as desperation started to take hold of her once more.

  “That’s right, baby girl. I’m not done with you,” Dyletri said, his voice hot against her ear. Next thing she knew, he’d flashed them higher up on the bed.

  He flipped them over so she was on top, her breasts pressed against his chest. Having a male that big under her sent a shudder through her system. Her heart seemed to skip a beat as Dyletri cupped her face and moved her closer.

  His eyelashes were black, the only part of his body that had hair that color. They were long, and the way they framed those white eyes was destructive. Everything about him was.

  “Come here.”

  And he kissed her, his tongue sinuously sliding into her mouth.

  Ismini might have been a virgin, but there was no mistaking the way he was thrusting his tongue into her mouth. No mistaking what the suggestive movement meant, nor ignoring how he moved the rest of his body against her, his jeans rubbing against her sensitive flesh.

  She sucked on his tongue, pressing herself down against the massive, hard ridge that throbbed beneath her. She felt lost in how he was making her feel. So much so that she almost missed the sense of unease that went through her.

  Ismini didn’t know what it was. She couldn’t pinpoint when her consciousness picked up on the fact that something was off.

  Perhaps it was the fact that as he lovingly cupped her face. It made her realize he was holding no part of himself back. He didn’t seem the slightest bit reserved about what they were doing.

  She supposed it was the first time she’d experienced what most higher beings experienced acutely and what humans often attributed to intuition—a whispering of universal knowledge that took her by surprise and shocked her away from him.

  Well, her face, at least. On
e of Dyletri’s hands was wrapped around her lower back and held her to him. He tried to bring her mouth back to his when she moved away from him, but Ismini didn’t let him.

  His white eyes stared into hers without any reservations. Only hunger. Need. And something else Ismini couldn’t define. Something her brain refused to admit.

  “Dyletri?” she asked, gasping when he pressed against her again.

  “Ismini.” Her name had just left his lips when his pants disappeared into thin air.

  “Fuck, Dyletri. Wait . . . are you all right?”

  Ismini managed to slide down his legs, trying to avoid touching his cock with her pussy, but her lower abs weren’t so lucky.

  She trembled and clawed at his shoulders. God help her, he was really big. Ismini could see and feel every inch of his massive body.

  Dyletri practically snarled at her. “Ismini, come here.” Every vein on his body bulged. Each one had tiny sparks of light flowing through them—even the tiny veins in his eyes.

  “You . . . oh God, you . . . your powers . . . pushed them back. Locked them inside you.”

  Ismini rambled on, trying to ignore the fact that he was still thrusting that delicious-feeling cock against her abs. Trying to ignore how his hands slid down her back to cup her ass so he could lift her higher. “You locked your powers inside you . . . wait. Wait! Dyletri! You’re not thinking straight—”

  “Yes. I. Am.” Dyletri snarled, baring his teeth.

  “Dyletri!” Ismini cried, pushing harder against his chest. “Is . . . is that even you?”

  He froze. Fuck, they both did.

  “Ismini, please. You’re right. But I need this . . . you. God, girl. I need you.”

  Her mouth fell open and her heart raced at his admission.

  For a long moment, neither of them moved as they stared into each other’s eyes. The way he looked at her, the hunger that was obvious in his gaze

  Ismini inhaled shakily, needing to give into him but not knowing if it was the right thing to do.

  “Ismini.” He moaned, arching sensuously under her and dragging her higher, his throbbing cock sliding between her lower lips. “Fuck, baby, please. We need you.”

  Chapter 13

  The echoes of his honesty taunted Dyletri. He’d tried to restrain it, tried to fucking deny it. But it was there. His powers whispered through him, their voice familiar and damn frightening.

  What had once made him Salicyar, God of Fertility, roared in his veins. Demanded that he flip the girl over, mount her, and pound into her like a beast until sweet relief was his.

  You need her. We need her. You can’t fucking deny this!

  And damn the universe, because the thing inside him wasn’t lying.

  Ismini was so wet. Her little clit throbbed against the underside of his cock, and Dyletri couldn’t forget how tight she’d been around his finger. He needed so much more.

  She stared down at him, her succulent lips all but begging him to bite. Even as her gaze questioned him, her tongue trailed a wet path across her bottom lip. He swallowed back a rush of saliva as his canines dug into his flesh.

  “Ismini . . .”

  He groaned, lifting her body higher and raising his head to suck her nipple into his mouth once again. The girl jerked and mewled above him. He growled, his teeth dying to plunge in.

  He felt her blood rushing against his tongue. Could feel her heart racing against his face. It took everything he was to push back the voice in his head that howled for her.

  Dyletri knew that he couldn’t take her without getting her full permission.

  Do it, the bastard inside him demanded.

  He opened his eyes, still not believing what was happening. Vedlyl had warned him about this eons ago when he’d made his decision. He’d told Dyletri that once their purpose was given to them, there was no such thing as getting rid of it. No eradicating the powers that were meant to be linked with their beings for the rest of eternity.

  He’d known the risks but never believed it would come back to bite him in the ass like this. That a human girl could send his powers hurtling teeth-first out of their cage. His heart thundered inside him, every beat reverberating between his ears. Every beat sending fresh, heated blood straight to the organ that was dying for her.

  He had to concentrate not to grab too hard. Not to destroy the fragile body that was obliterating his common sense.

  Dyletri tightened his hold on her hips, shifting them back and forth. “I know you can feel this.”

  Ismini moaned, her hands braced on his chest. Dyletri’s mouth fell open, as she sat up and began rotating her hips on him. He arched his back in response, a gasp shooting out of his throat.

  Biting his lip, he stared down and caught sight of the most tantalizing thing he’d ever seen. The head of his cock glistened with her moisture. Her tiny lips wrapped delicately around it. Her abs flexed with each rotation of her hips, and when he stared up at her, her neck entranced him.

  Head thrown back, she afforded him the perfect view of her artery. He saw every pulse her heart gave, her artery extending and distending as blood rushed through it.

  “You make me so fucking hungry,” he confessed, pulling her low and taking soft sucks of her neck. She gushed onto his dick, and he was reduced to flat out pleading. “Say yes. Say you want this as much as I do.”

  Yes, he fucking pleaded. He was seconds from exploding all over that cute little pussy of hers, and there was no way he, the God of Fertility, was going to come like that, regardless of how long it had been since he’d had sex.

  Ismini whimpered into his ear, her hot mouth clamping around his lobe and sucking. The pleasure that shot through Dyletri was toe-curling. Almost enough to push him over the edge.

  Her teeth pulled on his flesh, her breath punching every nerve on his ear with scorching pleasure. “I—I don’t know . . . God, you’re so hard, Dyletri.”

  Hearing her saying his name was like being thrown straight into the highest fucking dimension, where only light and pleasure and happiness ruled.

  Dyletri shivered from head to toe as she melted against him. With every thrust of their hips and every pass of his cock against that tight, wet promise of heaven, he knew he was close being the first male to dive deep and hard into her. Close to making her—

  “Dyletri!”

  Ismini gasped and jerked upright.

  “That wasn’t me.”

  Her sudden movement almost caused Dyletri’s cock to slide right into her, and he wanted to howl in frustrated rage at the near miss.

  “I know it wasn’t, these fucking Gods be damned.”

  He clenched his eyes shut and took a few ragged breaths, desperately trying not to grab her hips and take her right then. His dick throbbed and remained dangerously close to entering her even as he lifted his head and roared at the ceiling. “What the fuck do you want, Cy?”

  “Get your ass out here, big man. We’ve got serious problems!”

  “Problems bigger than me ripping your arms off and shoving them up your ass?” Ismini let out a soft giggle at his words, and his dick twitched in response. Despite how monumentally pissed he was, his mouth curved into a half smile. At least it did until he heard Cy’s response.

  “XreakLi is here, asshole. Make of that what you will!”

  Fuck. XreakLi?

  Xreak was the main Sesengt in charge of watching over the planetary dimension. Specifically, the Earthen sector. Guardians and gods in their own rights, the Sesengt had been assigned to watch over the dimensions at the beginning of the Universe, when a reason for the gods to fight had emerged. Dyletri hadn’t seen Xreak in a long time and knew it had to be bad if he was here.

  Still, he slammed his head against the pillow a few times for good measure. He was dying to ignore all the shit and get lost in the girl on top of him.

  “Dyletri?” she asked, her voice small. “What’s going on? Who’s . . . Xreak—Lee?”

  He couldn’t answer her right away. His thoughts were raci
ng. Half of him was hellbent on staying in the bed with her. The other half had already started asking questions, putting together the pieces, and the conclusion staring at him was not fucking pretty.

  Xreak watched over Earth, and Ismini was from Earth. Whatever was going on, he was almost positive it had to do with Enteax and Lisrn.

  Rage pummeled through Dyletri’s system, the memory that those two had been after Ismini mixing with his frustration. As much as he wanted to stay with her, there was no way he would be able to, especially when he knew that those two might still be causing trouble.

  And there’s no way I’m letting them lay their filthy hands on her.

  He sighed and moved her off him, amazed at how his insides shrieked with outrage. The beast inside him burned him like acid, its roar so loud Dyletri could see the world around him pulsating.

  “He’s a Guardian,” he finally answered, sitting up and cupping his pounding head.

  “Dyletri, are you okay?”

  Hearing her concern for him was like being submerged in liquid hydrogen. For a split-second everything froze solid. Then his thoughts began to thaw. He wanted to tell her that, no, honestly, he wasn’t fucking okay.

  She’d caused something to rise up in him that would be absolute hell to pay. But he didn’t say that. He just sat up and rematerialized his jeans, looking over his shoulder at her.

  “I have to go and see what this is about. Are you okay?”

  “I’m . . . I’m fine. Could you perhaps . . .”

  He made her clothes reappear on her body, turning and avoiding her stare as he left the bed. He had a moment of extreme light-headedness that had everything to do with the amount of blood still being utilized elsewhere, but he kept walking.

  He was too fucking out of it, his thoughts racing. He didn’t even have enough concentration to flash himself into the main hall where he felt the energy signatures of the others gathered. Thanks to what the girl had done to him, he was forced to open the damned door like a mortal and walk out of his room.