Barely Winging It Page 14

  “Are you sure? I can’t and won’t ever let you go, Bronya. And know now that if you say yes, I don’t think I could stop myself until I fully claim you. It will extend your lifespan, it will slow your aging, but it will also bind you to me.”

  Bronya could understand his reservations. She was human, who didn’t know anything about the paranormal until less than forty-eight hours ago, and she was already asking for a relationship that would last for centuries. But she didn’t feel the same reservations. “Nix, my parents raised me to believe in fate. One thing the doctor said when I first arrived here was that everything in the paranormal world happens fast. I’m not usually scared of things. I like taking things in stride, but this paranormal world of yours does scare me. I can totally accept that, so long as I have you with me. I’ve always wanted a relationship like my parents’, and you can give that to me. I’m not willing to give that up. Please, if you want me, too, claim me right now.”

  Nix smashed his lips against hers and slowly laid her back. His hands clutched the sides of her head, and he kissed her like his next breath depended on it. Need bloomed through her chest and stomach and continued south causing her inner walls to spasm and moisten instantly. She spread her legs apart, as she felt his body rest on top her hers, and gripped her hands on his upper arms, letting them explore over his muscular shoulders and down the sides of his back.

  Giving a pained groan, Nix pulled back and stared down at her. They were both breathing heavily. She could feel the heat through of his groin as he rubbed it between her lower folds through the sheet, eliciting a moan from her.

  Nix leaned slightly on his left elbow as he lifted his lower form up and pulled the sheet away. He brought his lips back down onto hers as she felt him removing his sweats. His heavy shaft slapped her inner thigh, and she felt the tickle from the hairs around his groin, and on his legs, rub against her skin.

  Nix pulled back again and tapped her hip. “Lift for me, Dove.” His voice was lower and rough.

  Planting her feet flat on the bed, she lifted as he asked, and he slid his fingers under the strap of her panties and pulled them down her legs. It was slightly awkward, but before he could fling them aside, his lips were devouring hers again. She moaned and let her knees fall to the side allowing his fully hardened shaft to rub up and down between her folds as his hips moved his solid cock through her slick heat. Bronya dug her nails, only slightly, into his back, teasing him further into crazed need.

  One of his hands slid between them, and he used his fingers to pinch and twist her nipple. An electric zing shot down her body straight to her pussy, and Bronya pulled away letting out a shout of pleasure.

  Nix didn’t pull his lips away from her, instead he kissed and nipped his way along her jaw until he got to her bent neck and then continued a path down until he reached the apex of her shoulder where he gave a heavy nip and growled. “This is where I’m going to place my mark on you, Bronya, for everyone to see that you are mine.” Nix began kissing his way back up her neck. “Are you ready for me, Dove?” His words buffeted heat against her sensitized skin.

  Bronya’s own hips were gyrating in a slow rhythm. She was more turned on than she had ever been in her life. Her fingers dug deeper into Nix’s back. “Yes, make me yours, Nix. Claim me.”

  Nix used his hips to maneuver his cockhead so it pressed against her opening. Closing his mouth over hers once more, he flexed his hips and slid into her tight heat.

  Bronya felt his girth as it stretched her to a slightly pained level. She wasn’t a virgin, but she hadn’t been with many men. But Nix went slowly, distracting her by nipping at her lips and diving his tongue into her mouth. His tongue traced her mouth, lining it with his unique flavor. All she could taste was him.

  Bronya felt his balls nestle against her puckered star as he pushed the last bit of his length into her. Opening her eyes as he lifted his head, she could see his face was strained and his forehead covered in sweat. Her fingers slipped along his sweat covered back, and she noticed ripples moving through the muscles in his body slightly shaking him.

  “Fuck, Dove, you feel so good. Give me a minute to get control. I want to fuck you through the mattress so bad.”

  Bronya smiled up at her lover. She loved that she had this effect on him, but she wasn’t going to encourage him to do the wrong thing, so she used her hand to trace his face. “That will be next time. Right now show me how much you cherish me.” After seeing the others with their mates, although she hadn’t seen much, still, added with what she learned and how he had already treated her, she knew she had something special with him. She hoped giving him that to focus on would help him, and as she watched his face warm into the same loving smile her father would send her mother at times, she felt a flutter in her tummy and knew she’d made the right choice.

  Nix slowly moved in and out of her wet channel. Zings of euphoria emptied her mind of all thought, throwing her into a pleasure filled autopilot. Her body moved with Nix, and sweat slicked both of their bodies making it easier to move.

  Nix switched hands and began tugging and twisting her other nipple. Bronya felt her body tingle, and she was unable to stop the orgasm that surprised her, taking hold of her body and exploding. Her body stiffened, and he let out a strangled shout. Above her, Nix pushed into her two more times until he stiffened, too.

  Bronya felt heat fill her as his balls emptied right before he shot forward. She shouted in pain as she felt his huge canines sink into her exposed flesh. But it quickly morphed into an even louder shout of pleasure as another orgasm rocketed through her, stronger then the first, and locked his shaft into her channel, milking him further. She felt him sucking on her neck, and with every suction, her body would spasm. It kept going and going until her body relaxed as he finally pulled from her neck. His soft tongue slid over the bite mark, and her inner walls rippled again around his softening shaft. Her eyes got heavy, and she couldn’t prevent them from closing.

  “Mine,” she heard him whisper before she completely succumbed to sleep.

  ****

  Nix was slightly alarmed when he saw his mate pass out. Perhaps he got too carried away and injured her. He didn’t want to take any chances. He watched her breathing and didn’t see or hear anything unusual. Then he remembered Seamus saying to give her something to drink first. Oh shit! I got so totally swept away with her proclamation that I totally forgot.

  Worried he’d harmed her, Nix carefully climbed out of bed and made sure Bronya was covered before he quickly threw on his sweats and went in search of the doctor.

  Entering the kitchen, Nix saw Enzo at the breakfast bar eating a sandwich and reading a magazine. He looked up as Nix approached, and after his nose flared slightly, he smiled. “Congratulations.” His face knitted in concern. “You don’t look like you’re as happy as a newly mated shifter should be, so what’s wrong?”

  “Nothing. Where’s Seamus?”

  Enzo’s brows climbed his forehead, but he didn’t question him. “In the medical office with Alphy and Gale.”

  Nix nodded and quickly made his way outside and towards the garage. It wasn’t too far from the house. He entered the bottom and saw Slate and Ryker in the boxing ring. He could hear Slate instructing Ryker on maneuvers as he made his way around the gym equipment to the stairs that led up to the apartment above the garage.

  Nix opened the door and walked into the apartment that was being used as their “hospital” until a real hospital could be built. Inside, he saw Katie sitting in a chair next to Reese, both bent over a book. It looked like she was teaching him something. They looked up as he entered.

  “Hi, Nix, what can we do for you?” Katie’s smile was genuine.

  “Uh, I need Seamus. I was told he’s here.”

  “I am.” Seamus’s voice came from the side where a bedroom was made into a hospital room.

  Nix turned to him. “Can you come take a look at Bronya?”

  Seamus’s forehead scrunched as his brows rose, but he did
n’t say anything. He just nodded and grabbed a backpack then held his hand out towards the door indicating to Nix to lead the way.

  Nix waited until after they stepped into the soggy outside before explaining why he came and got him. “She passed out. I’m worried I might have hurt her. I forgot to give her water, and then you said to go slow, but my brain shut down when she told me how much she wanted me, and then when I claimed her, the need and feelings were so intense...”

  Nix couldn’t think of the proper words to really describe what had happened, but Seamus seamed to understand. He placed a hand on his shoulder and gave Nix a reassuring smile. “I’m sure everything will turn out all right.”

  They stepped into the house and made their way to Nix’s room. Nix loved the way Bronya’s black curly hair covered her pillow and how her dark skin was complemented by the light yellow of the sheets she lay beneath. He tried to concentrate on being positive as Seamus walked calmly, but not slowly, to the side of the bed and knelt down beside the bed. As he watched, his anxiety built, as Seamus took her wrist to gage her pulse and looked into her eyes.

  Seamus stood up and walked over to Nix. He spoke in a low whisper. “You didn’t do anything to harm her. She’ll be fine. Your bond is complete, and her body is now fully healed. Make sure she gets food and water when she wakes. Don’t forget this time. And a reminder—her parents will be here soon.” Seamus placed his hand on Nix’s shoulder again. “Congratulations.” With a final pat, Seamus grabbed his backpack and left the room, lightly closing the door behind him as he went.

  Nix stood there for a few moments longer, taking in the picture before him and letting it sink in. I’m mated. His eyes followed her lines as his stomach flipped and fluttered. He had a pack, and now he had a mate. After chucking his sweats to the floor, Nix crawled into bed with his mate and molded his body next to hers. He wrapped her in his arms and smiled into the thick curls on her head as his muscles relaxed. He hadn’t felt this happy since before his family was killed when he was a kid. Tears pricked the edges of his eyes at their brief memory.

  Beside him, Bronya stirred. He squeezed her closer to him, which seemed to have woken her. Her eyes fluttered open, and she turned to face him. Before she could do anything else, Nix jumped out of bed and retrieved the orange juice and insisted she drink as much as she could. She didn’t fight him, drinking half the glass before giving it back. Nix placed it on the side of the bed with the glass of water he retrieved while she drank the juice, and climbed back into bed with her.

  He loved the smile he saw on her face as they situated themselves to be more comfortable. When she settled, she was facing him with her soft breasts compressed against his upper stomach, and he could feel her nipples had hardened as they poked against him. Their legs intertwined, and his now hard again shaft was poking her lower belly. She let out a low contented hum, and he felt her muscles relax.

  Looking down, he saw he was looking into her soft brown eyes. “What are you thinking about?” she asked.

  “About family. It’s been so long since I…” Nix couldn’t finish that sentence.

  The look of concern spread across her face. “What is it, Nix?”

  “I want to say it’s been so long since I had a real family, but that would be a disservice to Enzo and Alphy.”

  “This has something to do with your parents and sister, doesn’t it?” Nix nodded. “When you are ready, I would like to hear what happened.” Her voice was gentle and reassuring.

  Nix kissed the top of her head and sighed. “You’re my mate, and you have a right to know.” He felt her hands rubbing soothing circles on chest as he told her about the darkest day in his past. “You remember I told you shifters can live longer than humans.” At her nod, he continued. “I was a baby boomer. Born in nineteen forty-seven, in northern California. Those were difficult times for someone with dark colored skin. In nineteen sixty, I had just turned thirteen and had started shifting.”

  Nix paused a moment and thought how best to carry on before continuing. Bronya stayed quiet and listened attentively. “Shifting is like a muscle. You have to work at it to make it painless, smoother and even faster. For most shifters, that’s the basics, but for avian shifters like myself, we have to learn how to fly on top of everything else.”

  His pictured his memory in his mind. “They must have suspected something because they drilled me hard to practice my shifting and flying. They taught me how to hunt and even had set a designated emergency spot. I thought I was invincible, so I never thought I would have to use it.”

  Nix took another breath in and let it out to steady himself. “My father woke me up one night and told me to shift and fly to the emergency spot. After I shifted, before I flew off, he told me not to trust anyone in the rest of the cast. Just so you know, a cast is what the avian shifters call their pack. Gargoyles, like Dultyn, have clutches, because they actually have eggs.” He saw her nod her understanding, and he continued. “I made it there, but my parents and sister never did. It was a racist killing by our own falcon cast. I didn’t have any other relatives.” Nix paused and took a steadying breath while his mate rubbed her hands up and down his arms and planted kisses under his chin, saying soothing words to him. It worked, because he felt strong enough to continue.

  “Enzo’s family caught me, and after finding out what happened, they took me in. They weren’t as caring as my parents, but they kept me safe and raised me. That’s how I met Enzo.

  “Enzo and I became best friends. We were inseparable. When I witnessed his family and the pack turn on him when they discovered Enzo was gay, I enlisted with him when he joined the military. We stayed together the whole time. Our first deployment was in the Vietnam War.”

  “Wait, if his family was ok with you, why would they discriminate against their own blood?”

  “They believed I was natural, because you can’t choose the color of your skin or the race you are born. But they believed being gay wasn’t natural. Enzo refused to change—psh, like he had a choice—so they banned him and spread the word amongst other packs so they wouldn’t take in an abomination.” Nix heard her slight intake of breath. “Anyway, the war was so chaotic that when we were forced to fake our deaths after a bombing we were supposed to have been at, we were able to reenlist in a short period of time. It was the same time Alphy did.”

  “Oh, so that’s how you met Alphy? You guys really have known each other for a long time.”

  “Yeah, we have. We had been nearly inseparable since. Over the years, we met the others that are part of Alphy’s inner circle here. I don’t count many people as family, but these men I do. And now you.” He could see her eyelids getting heavy. “Get some rest, Dove. Your parents will be here soon.” Bronya stretched up and placed a chaste kiss on his lips before she settled herself back down.

  Chapter Twelve

  Sunday after sundown

  Dultyn felt the last of his transformation release him from his petrified sleep, allowing him to take in a breath from the air around him before he opened his eyes. The first thing he scented was his mate … and arousal. Dultyn growled, and his shot eyes open. What he saw had his dick growing hard, as his heart speed doubled and his lungs constricted. His mind went blank as he stared at the raised rounded bare ass of his mate. He could see the tips of her fingers reaching between her spread legs, rubbing circles between the lips of her wet pussy.

  “You can take me slow the next time, but I’m ready for you now. Claim me now, Dultyn.” Her voice was low and seductive. He always loved to hear the sound of her voice, but he had never heard her like that before. With everything that had happened on top of seeing her like this, his self-control snapped and he couldn’t stop his movements if he wanted to.

  Dultyn released his loincloth with one hand as he reached out in front of him with the other, gently palming one side of her soft ass. Once his garment dropped to the floor, he used both hands to rub and squeeze the creamy soft flesh his mate presented him.

  Hookin
g his fingers around her lower hips, he pulled his mate closer to the end of the bed, slapping his leaking, engorged cock against both sides of her soft inner thighs. He felt her fingers press around his aching appendage holding it against her wet folds as she rotated her hips, rubbing his cockhead over her nub. Dultyn’s hands squeezed her hips, and he groaned along with his mate in pleasure. Through the head of his dick, he could feel her heat radiating from her core as his fingers smoothed over her sinuous flesh.

  His hips moved on their own. Havana’s fingers lined him up. When his mushroomed head nestled into her wet pussy, he couldn’t stop himself from plunging in to the hilt. Her hot and wet channel wrapped tight around his shaft rocketing pleasure through his body as her body accepted his joining.

  “More, Dultyn, take me fast and hard!” She almost whined with need as she pushed back against his thrusts.

  Dultyn was so overwhelmed with desire that his ears roared and his pleasure overtook him. He snapped his hips forward and pulled her back in a fast heavy pace that slapped his heavy balls against her nubbin at the top of her pussy. He watched through hooded eyes as each jarring thrust caused her skin to ripple with each impact, and he reveled in every pleasured moan, and groan, and every grunt, scream and shout, his actions pulled from her. A carnal pride invaded him at hearing those sounds. He caused those sounds. He was the one bringing her such wanton pleasure. As Dultyn plundered his mate’s tight slit, he was overwhelmed with the need for everyone to hear what he was able to bring his mate to.

  His hands gripped her hips hard, slightly scratching her flesh. But instead of it hurting her, she acted as if it was a turn-on, shouting “Yes!” over and over again. He could see her breasts flopping forward and back with each thrust and impact.