9781618854704HolidayGemBeckNC (13 page)

“Good idea. We’ll just
let you two have some time. You both look like you could use some rest,” Chiara
rubbed Gemma’s back, gave Seamus’ arm a squeeze and followed the others into
the house.

“It would appear we’ve
just been dismissed from the planning of our Pronouncement,” Seamus commented.

 
 
“My
mother knows it wouldn’t matter to me.” Gemma paused, “Oh, did you want for us
to plan it? I can stop them…”

“No,” Seamus
interrupted her, “I only wanted you to have the chance if you wanted to but I
just want forever. The mothers can have the day.”

Seamus scooped Gemma up
and carried her into the house and straight to the bedroom they’d been sharing
before he left for the latest mission. Now he seemed set on an entirely
different mission. It was one she wouldn’t want to miss.

Chapter Eight

Gemma was amazed by Seamus’ strength, especially now as she clung to him.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and the heels of her feet dug into his
ass. Seamus had her pinned against the wall of the bedroom seconds after the
door closed. She hadn’t even been able to blink before he’d willed their clothes
away. They were completely, gloriously naked and she loved knowing she could
touch him everywhere without barriers.

Seamus’ skin was just slightly cooler
than her own
but being against him heated her blood. His cool touch was almost refreshing as
Gemma felt as if she would overheat. Gemma admired how his darker complexion
offset her own pale one. Their bodies were natural complements to one another,
just as she suspected they were in personality.

As she dug her nails into his back, Gemma felt the sparks that burst when
they touched. She rested her head on his shoulder and stroked his back, watching
the dancing lights. The kisses and the light nips Seamus was placing on her
neck were growing more aggressive. She knew soon enough he would bite into her
and drink.
Goddess, how she craved that moment.

A particularly sharp spark caused Seamus to raise his head in question.
“Did I hurt you?”

“No. I’m just learning to control my powers now that they’re out. It
seems my powers grow stronger when I’m aroused.” Gemma was embarrassed because never
before had she had difficulty mastering something. Because she sought all
knowledge, she believed she could transition without any stress, but studying
something was far from practicing it.

“I don’t mind, beautiful. The idea of making you lose a little bit of
your reserve excites me,” Seamus teased. “Let’s see how bright we can get these
sparks.” With a quick quirk of his eyebrow, he dipped his head to Gemma’s neck
again.

Gemma gasped in surprise when Seamus pierced her skin without warning.
It felt deeper than it had the other times. She struggled with managing her
powers and coping with the overwhelming sensations.

“
Just let go and feel. It will all
be fine if you just let go for a few moments
,” Seamus assured her through
their bond as he drew her blood from her.

His hands clasped her hips; his cooler touch caused shivers to run up
her back and her nipples to pucker against his chest. Gemma pressed into him
and he growled. Seamus positioned himself at the perfect angle so she needed to
simply shift down and he entered her core. His long cock drove deep into her
and she steadied herself, willed herself not to move.

“I want you inside me while I drink from you,” Gemma told Seamus before
running her tongue along the vein in his throat.

“Yes.” Seamus tilted his neck enough to allow her access while he
continued drinking from her. They needed this connection so badly. They had
both been without blood for nearly two days. During the Acclimation, newly
mated couples drank from each other multiple times a day. To say they were
starving for one another was just the beginning.

Gemma bit quickly using her sharpest teeth. She disliked that first snap
of skin because she worried she’d hurt him but Seamus sent reassurance through
their bond. Then she began to drink in long pulls. Gemma and Seamus were
literally starving for one another. It had been far too long for new mates and
the rigorous pulls they took while their blood transferred one to the other
spoke of their need.

I don’t want to be away
from you again like that
. Gemma spoke into his mind. Had she been able to
use her voice, she was certain it would’ve cracked with tears.

I feel the same way. It
will be better once we have more time to strengthen our bond
, Seamus responded.

He tilted his hips and shifted his cock inside
her. Slowly, he drew in and out until she was clasping around him. Her body was
instinctively trying to hold him in. He licked over his bite marks to close the
wounds and, once she too was done taking her
fill,
Seamus ran his teeth down her chest.

He took one breast nearly completely into his
mouth to suck while his fingers found the other and toyed with her nipple. He used
his tongue to stroke the nipple in his mouth until she arched her body into him
needing more. He moved to her other breast and lavished equal attention on it.
His talented tongue licked and soothed while his teeth bit and nipped. Gemma
had never experienced this rougher side of Seamus. Well, neither had she even
imagined sex against a wall.

*
* * *

Seamus didn’t let up on his ministrations until
Gemma was panting with such blatant desire, she was scratching his back. Her
breath was labored and Seamus knew she was so close. He had been holding
himself back because he just didn’t want it to end; but now he desperately
needed to plant his seed inside her. Goddess, the thought of starting a family
with his amazing mate had him near to bursting. Now that they had drunk from
each other, it was entirely possible. Seamus shook his head at himself that the
thought didn’t have him running scared.

He lifted his head and looked her right in her
eyes. He wanted to watch her as she climaxed. He needed to get as much of her
as he possibly could. “I want to watch you, Gemma. Look at me.” Seamus dropped
his hands from her hips to the two small curves of her ass. His hands were
large enough to hold her fully, his fingers edging ever so slightly into the
valley between her legs.

His deft fingers
stroked her
damp folds, running his fingers around his cock as it drove in and out of her
core, until Gemma pressed against him again, rubbing her wet core along his
shaft. Each of these sensations worked in harmony to tilt him over the edge.
His entire body tightened as he forced himself in and out of her with all his power
and strength.

“I need you. I can’t ever be without
you, Seamus.”

“Never without me.
Never.”
Seamus promised as he gave a final press into
her core and felt her muscles grab a hold of him. His orgasm rushed out of him
from the very tip of his spine, through his sac and straight into his mate
where he could feel her reciprocate her own pleasure.

Sweaty and hot, Seamus carried Gemma to
their bed. She felt perfect in his arms and he couldn’t help but kiss her as
they walked. Adoring the sounds she made as she came down from her orgasm,
Seamus was unwilling to pull himself out of her just yet. Grateful that the
mate bonding kept him unable to pull away for a few more minutes, he savored
the feeling of their bodies stuck together.

Seamus ran his hands along her body to
soothe away the tension in her muscles. His hands roamed from her petite
breasts along the curve of her stomach and cinched waist to the slope of her
ass while he continued to kiss her. He placed her gently on the bed and
followed her down with his body propped up on his arms on either side of her.

When Gemma shifted her hips below him, Seamus
couldn’t resist pressing into her again and was surprised when she pushed back.
He looked down at her, quirked an eyebrow and was surprised when Gemma grinned
up at him.

Seamus’ mate wanted to play. He was more
than ready for another round. He grabbed onto her hips and flipped her so she
was sitting astride him as he lay on the bed. Gemma spread her legs deliciously
on either side of his hips with his shaft still buried deep in her core. She rotated
her hips and he knew he could stay here forever. Seamus never wanted to leave
his mate again. It might even be time to rethink his profession.

Seamus looked up at Gemma. Her flaming
red hair draped down onto her narrow shoulders and stopped in time to bare her
breasts to his gaze. She was his perfection. When she tilted her pelvis, his
cock brushed her clit each time she moved up and down along his shaft. Gemma
set a slow, steady rhythm. Her eyes sought his approval so Seamus presented her
with a grin. Slowly, Seamus’ shaft grew full again and became rigid. His
labored breathing matched hers as he pushed forward to meet Gemma’s thrusts
every time she came down on him. Together, they created a mind-numbing friction.
Nothing existed outside of them.

Just when he began to tense, he felt the
desire inside her reach a boiling point and she threw her head back in abandon.
Seamus knew without a doubt that Gemma shared his desires because he could feel
it through their bond. Her need coursed through his veins making it unnecessary
to use words. This was a gift. Seamus knew it and he would forever appreciate
it. He vowed it to himself and to his mate.

“Yes,” Gemma answered as if she’d heard
his thoughts. Perhaps she did. The emotional connection of their mating
overwhelmed him once again. This bond all Valendite Breeds share with their
mates was an incredible experience. He was thankful his parents had prepared him
for this. Still Seamus knew it would take him a long time to get used to it.

“Oh Goddess, Seamus, I feel it too. I
need you again. Us together,” Gemma cried out to him.

She was beautiful so wanton above him.
He wanted to give her the world. For now, he’d start by giving her what she
sought. Their bodies were joined at the warm, wet core of her body and it was
an amazing sight. They couldn’t have been closer than in this moment.

Seamus reached his hand down and stroked
her clit with a single finger. She bowed her back and whimpered. His eyes never
left her as he watched her reaction. He didn’t want to miss a single moment of
this joining.

“Look at me, beautiful. I need to see
you when you come.” He hadn’t fully spoken the words before he felt Gemma tense
and
flood
his fingers with her juices.

She watched him with sparkling eyes. He
knew she was hungry for more as her tight core squeezed his cock. Her body
called to him and he intended to answer as she continued to move slowly along
him for several long minutes. Gemma was so close, she no longer worried about
the display she presented. She rode him, her hips tilted and rotated.

Seamus waited with his jaw clenched as
he fought his urge to take over. His cock throbbed and wanted more of her
tight, hot passage. Seamus wanted it faster and harder but it was more
important that he let her have this moment. She looked so unlike herself. Here,
she was a sexy minx with all the confidence in the world. She was coming out of
her shell and he loved it. He planned to teach her all about this side of
herself over the coming years.

“Yes, please, Seamus,” Gemma called out
and Seamus let out a deep moan.

“You can bring us there, beautiful. You
are going to take us higher than we’ve ever been.”

Seamus continued to stroke her clit as
she pumped harder now. Gemma furrowed her eyebrows, her skin glistened and her breathing
sped up. She was so close and Seamus needed her to feel the reward soon. He
shifted infinitesimally and hit exactly on the spot inside her he knew would
push her over the edge. Gemma sunk back down while he continued to pump up into
her.

Seamus felt her tense and then shudder
and knew she was close. He added pressure to her clit just as he knew she
liked. She threw her head back and arched her body into him. “Seamus…” Gemma
screamed his name as her muscles went rigid. Her channel grasped his shaft with
extraordinary strength and it milked him until the final drop had been
relieved. She drew out everything he had inside of him. Never had he been more satisfied.
Gemma was his perfection, his true other half.

“I love you, Seamus,” Gemma spoke softly as she dropped onto his chest.
There was nothing but their damp, clammy skin between them. Seamus could think
of nothing better.

“I love you too, Snow White.” Seamus kissed the top of her head and then
tickled along her sides until he heard her laughter. His two favorite sounds
were her pleasure and her laughter. “And I love to hear you happy without a
care in the world.” No truer words had he ever spoken.