Sixx (The Stone Society, #7) (25 page)

The hair on Desi’s neck rose just before a loud
bang
sounded and his vehicle became squirrely. He forced the car to the side of the road and put it in park. He got out to see what happened, and before he could assess the damage, another car pulled in behind him. A large man stepped out of the other vehicle. As he approached Desi, he asked, “Is everything okay?”

“Not sure what happened.” The rear tire on the driver’s side was shredded. When he bent down to check it out, something stung his neck. He slapped at the spot as he turned to face the stranger. Dread seeped into his consciousness when his eyes began to lose focus.

The man asked, “Are you okay? You don’t look so well.”

Desi didn’t feel well, either. His vision blurred, and his limbs began locking up. “You...” he managed to croak. Desi dropped to the ground, and everything went dark. Silent. Nothing.

D
esirae was flying. The pain from Michael’s fangs wasn’t nearly as bad as she remembered. Maybe it was because this time she’d given him permission. Desirae had agreed to be Michael’s mate for life. An extremely long life. Wow. She could possibly spend hundreds of years with this sexy man. That was a win in her book. He was getting the short end of the stick, though. She still had her doubts that he wanted to be tied to her for the rest of his life, but he had assured her he was more than happy to have her by his side.

Michael didn’t give her time to recover. His wings and fangs disappeared, and he flipped her over to her stomach. “On your knees. I want that ass in the air for me, Doll.” Desirae did as he instructed, leaving her chest flat on the bed so she could arch higher for him. Michael’s large hands covered both of her ass cheeks, kneading the flesh and pulling the globes apart. He inserted a thick finger inside her pussy, mixing his come with her own release. She didn’t care that it was running down her leg. What she did care about was the ache between her legs. Sex with Michael had been like a drug. The more he gave her, the more she craved. Now, the feeling was intensified a hundredfold. “So beautiful. Our essence mixed together. I’m going to put another baby in you, Rae. I want to see your belly grow with my child. I want to be there for everything I missed out on with Desi.”

Desirae had never thought about having another child. Desi was her life. Had been for the last twenty-three years. He had been enough. Now, she didn’t know if she was ready for a baby. She and Michael had just found each other again, and she wanted to enjoy some time together, getting reacquainted. “Michael, we have plenty of time. Just fuck me, and we’ll worry about babies later.”

He must not have liked her response. His large hand landed on her ass. The sting was probably meant as punishment, but she moaned from the bite of the pain.

“Rae.”

God, that voice. She could drown in the deep melody. She wiggled her ass at him, and he smacked the other side. Desirae grabbed fistfuls of the sheet underneath her, arching her back. “Michael, please. I need you.” Michael added another finger and pumped them back and forth. “Oh, god, please. I need more.” His fingers were nice, but she needed his fat prick filling her up completely. “Michael, I want your cock.”

He withdrew his fingers and slid them up to her pucker. He made sure she was nice and lubed before breaching her hole with his thumb. Desirae pushed back against him, loving the friction. Michael continued teasing her ass while he inserted his hard dick into her pussy. “Yes,” she hissed while he groaned. The toys she kept in her bedside table felt nothing like the real deal. Michael set up a slow rhythm, the one that drove Desirae wild. He knew exactly how to prolong her orgasm, pushing her right up to the edge of the precipice without allowing her to go over.

“Gods, you are the sexiest creature alive.” Michael traced the curve of Desirae’s spine. “The way your back arches up...” He ran his free hand over the top of her ass, tracing the musical notes tattooed there. “I want to lick every inch of your ink,” he husked as both his thumb and cock delved deeper. “I want to taste that pretty pussy, suck on your clit until you can’t breathe.” He snaked his hand around her stomach, finding her throbbing nub. The only parts of her body not getting attention were her lips and her nipples. She couldn’t do anything about her mouth, but she could fondle her breasts. Desirae slid one hand down to where his cock was doing a torturously slow dance in her pussy and spread her fingers around his shaft. She loved feeling his cock as it slid in and out. With their combined juices on her fingers, she found one of her nipples and covered it with their essence.

“Oh, shit,” Desirae gasped when he replaced his thumb with a finger, driving deeper into her ass. “Michael,” she begged. Her orgasm was building, and she needed him to fuck her harder. Faster.

“I wish you could see how godsdamn erotic it is to watch my cock sliding in and out of your pussy. The way your lips spread open as I pull out. I know you’re ready to come, Rae, but I’m rather enjoying myself.”

“We’ll get a mirror for the ceiling for next time. I need it harder, Baby.” She’d never called him anything other than his name, but now it felt right. If they were truly mated, and she had the bite to prove they were, she hoped a nickname was okay. Desirae’s fingers found her other nipple, pulling and twisting. She was only adding to the torment, but the sensory overload was what she craved. He knew this. It was why he had as many points covered as possible.

“You sure you want it harder?”

“Yes,” she hissed, pushing back against him as he slid into her. When they first got together, he held back for fear of hurting her since she was a small woman. He soon found out he wouldn’t break her and gave her what she wanted.

“Harder than this?” This was his game. Michael ramped up the intensity a little at a time, making her beg for what she wanted.

“You know it,” she said on a grunt. “Now, please, let go and fuck me hard.” Desirae’s impatience only fueled his desire. He removed his finger from her ass and the other from her clit. He grabbed onto her hips, his fingers biting into her skin. “Yes, Baby, please. Oh, god, Michael. Harder.” When he grasped both of her hips, she knew to hold on. He was gearing up to give it to her exactly how she liked it. Desirae moved a pillow so it was between her and the headboard. Just in case.

“Get ready, Doll.” His grip tightened, and his cock went to work, pistoning like a well-oiled machine. Every time his balls slapped her pussy, his cock touched that spot deep inside that drove her over the edge. It was why this was her favorite position. Or it had been before he showed her his wings. Michael before was exquisite. Michael after, with his massive wings spread out behind him, was beyond anything she could have comprehended had she not experienced it for herself. “Rae,” he warned, and she was right there with him. Michael roared as he slammed his hips into her, gripping her waist so tight he lifted her knees off the bed. Holy shit!

“I’m there, Baby. Oh, fuck. Mich... ungh... shit, Mich...ael!” Desirae gripped the bedding tighter as her pussy throbbed through her orgasm. Michael had a death grip on her hips, but she still tried to rock back and forth for more friction. With her knees in the air, she couldn’t get any added traction. She couldn’t get enough. It was never going to be enough. Good thing she had hundreds of years to try.

Michael fell over her back, sliding to the side so his weight didn’t crush her. His eyes were black, still blown from the lust. His nostrils were flaring, his chest heaving. He resembled something from a scary movie, only this wasn’t scary. The way he gazed at her was such a power trip. She made him this way. Desirae placed her hand on his cheek, and he turned so he could kiss her palm. “I never dreamed it would be that earth-shattering, Doll. Sex before was unbelievable, but this? I want you to promise me something.”

“And what’s that?” she asked. She would promise him almost anything if he’d keep fucking her like he just did.

“Promise me you won’t let me hurt you. Things are different now. We both are affected by the mate bond, and I can get out of control.”

Desirae pushed Michael’s shoulder back and sensuously slid her leg across his body, straddling him. This was one of her favorite positions. She could rub her clit along his dick and feel it come to life while making herself feel good. “I like out of control.” She rubbed against his cock, which was already getting hard again. She liked knowing she had the ability to turn him on. “I don’t want you to hold back. As a matter of fact, I want you to get so turned on your wings come out every time we have sex. I want you to bite me. To let the beast loose.”

“Rae,” he warned.

“No, Michael. I could have had this,” she motioned down his body, “for the last twenty-four years. Instead, I had a couple of failed relationships, and neither man came close to you in bed.” Michael growled, and the rumble from his chest vibrated down to where she was rocking back and forth. Desirae scratched her nails down his chest.

Michael grabbed her wrists and stilled them. “I don’t ever want to hear about you and another male. Are we clear?”

Ooh, jealous Michael was so fricking sexy. “Mmm hmm. We’re clear. But my point is, I’ve missed out on this hot body, and we have a lot of time to make up for. I don’t want you to hold back. If these fate things deemed me worthy to be your mate, they had to know I could hold up to a little rough sex.”

His face changed from turned on to hurt. “So
this
as you say, my body, the sex, that’s what you want from me?”

Desirae stopped rocking and leaned down so that their chests were pressed together. Michael released his grip, and she propped up on her forearms. One hand carded his beautiful, ebony hair while the other ghosted a path down his face. “Of course I want that from you, but it’s not all I want. I want the days spent at the beach surfing. The mornings lounging in bed just because. The stolen glances across the supermarket aisle. The weekend cookouts with friends. Me drawing you while you sleep. You mentioned babies. I never thought about having more children, but if that’s what you want, I’ll give them to you. Eventually. I want everything other couples in love have. You already said this is my home if I want it. This is a wonderful house, and it’ll be fine while we’re getting to know each other. We can stay here and become reacquainted. But if you’re serious about having more children, I’d like to move somewhere a little more conducive to raising kids. Somewhere with a yard.”

Michael’s face softened, his black eyes smiling. “We can do a yard,” he whispered as he curled up to meet her lips. Instead of the all-consuming kiss she expected, it was soft and full of love. Desirae had no doubt Michael’s feelings ran deep for her. She liked to think it was all her doing and not some crazy pre-ordained directive from on high. Michael pulled away and rolled her so they were both on their sides facing each other. “I have a huge yard in New Atlanta. I think it’d be a great place to raise babies. We can use this place as our vacation get-away. Where we come when we want to surf. And speaking of surfing, I thought we could load both boards and hit the beach this weekend. Today, I’d like to visit Rafael and Kaya before they leave for home. Is that okay with you?”

Desirae appreciated the fact he was asking instead of telling. Even though she was nervous about meeting the King and Queen of the Gargoyles, she wanted to talk to Kaya. Get another human mate’s perspective on everything. She was also excited about trying out her new surfboard. “I’d like that.”

“Good. Let me call Sin and make our lunch plans. Then I’d like to shower. And don’t worry, my insatiable little minx. The shower is plenty big enough for more than bathing.” Michael snagged his phone off the night stand and snaked his free arm under her. She rolled into him, placing her head on his chest. Her body still ached for his, but she tried to concentrate on meeting Kaya and Rafael. Desirae knew it was unrealistic to think they could stay in bed twenty-four, seven, even if that’s what she wanted.

The rumble of Michael’s voice in his chest while he spoke to Sinclair lulled Desirae into a sleepy haze. She had dreamed of this day many times when they were together before. She allowed herself to believe in the fantasies of other women her age – find a man who loved you, settle down, have kids, grow old together. Even though it wasn’t in the cards back then, now her fantasy was coming true. She was living out her own romantic novel story with the alpha male who was more than the eye could see. He also wanted to settle down, have babies, and grow old together, even if old was relative to them both now.

Michael’s lips on Desirae’s forehead brought her out of her fantasy-induced fog. She couldn’t help the smile that tipped her lips up when her man wrapped her in his arms. As astounding as their sex had been, this felt just as wonderful. Well, almost. It was mind-boggling that they were cuddled up in bed, their future planned out for them when less than thirty hours prior, she wasn’t even sure if he was alive.

“How about that shower, Doll?” Michael asked as he skimmed his fingers along her bare leg. He was turning her on, but at the same time, he was burrowing his way further into her heart. Desirae had fallen in love with Michael when she was twenty-three, and since she had now pledged herself to him for eternity, it only stood to reason she had never stopped loving him.

Desirae raised her face to his for a kiss. After he obliged, she replied, “I’m ready.” Michael slid off the bed and pulled her to him, carrying her to the large bathroom. He placed her feet on the floor and turned the shower on. Desirae had never seen anything like it. There were showerheads on both ends of the enclosure as well as one hanging directly overhead from the ceiling. When the water was heated, Michael led her into the glass enclosure. After taking her against the wall, seated on the bench, and bent over from behind, Michael took great pains to shampoo and condition her hair, before washing every inch of her now aching body. Sexy Michael had stolen her heart. Sweet Michael had her soul.

Desirae ended up unpacking so she could find the right clothes to wear. What exactly did one wear to meet the King of the Gargoyles? Michael came to check on her after about half an hour, finding her clad in only her underwear. “Everything okay in here?”