Dimitri (Immortals of New Orleans, Book 6) (31 page)

Gillian’s head rolled to the side and she caught sight of Jake watching them through the steamed glass. With his forehead resting on his arm, he stroked the lather over the length of his erection.

“Look at what you do to Jake,” Dimitri said.

Gillian laughed and glanced up at Dimitri, who gave her a hungry stare.

“And this,” Dimitri held her hips, trailing his thumbs over her bare mound. Working them into her slick folds, he spread her wide open. “Your pussy is…oh yeah.” He flicked the pad of his thumb over her glistening nub, “so wet,” then plunged his thick middle finger up into her, “tight…ah, yes.”

“Dimitri,” she cried, her hips pushing upward so that his finger went as far as possible into her. She went to move to reach for him but he placed a palm on her belly.

“Stay,” he ordered, his voice laced with a sexy tone that surrounded her in its demand. “Play with your breasts. I want to see you touch yourself.”

She shook her head no, but found herself reaching to her chest. She quivered as the pads of his fingers glided over the ridges inside her core. The sensation intensified in her bottom as her climax built.

“That’s it. Goddess, you’re so fucking gorgeous. This, darlin’, this is the start of your submission. And it’s beautiful.” Dimitri added another finger, using his thumb on her clit. “Look at Jake. He’s going to come with you.”

Gillian threw her head back, quivering on the edge of orgasm. Dimitri began to pump into her faster, sliding into her at the same rhythm that his friend touched himself. The smell of sex teased her nostrils, and her heart pounded at the sight of her mate. His piercing eyes bore through her, emanating dominance.

“This is real between us. It’s not just the mating,” he assured her, curling his fingertip inside her hot channel, teasing out her orgasm. “This…is magic.”

“I’m going to come,” she cried, continuing to tease her breasts. Pinching herself, she surrendered to the devastating climax. As if electricity stung her body, she convulsed, her back arching off the bed. A loud grunt sounded, and she caught the sight of Jake’s tightened abs crunched over as his milky essence sprayed against the glass. He looked up, catching Gillian’s gaze as he turned to grab his towel to leave.

Dimitri withdrew his fingers, dragging her cream across her taut belly. Gliding his hand over her breasts, he cupped her face, his wet thumb plunging into her mouth. She tasted herself, closing her eyes.

“Up here,” she heard him call.

Her eyelids fluttered open, and she focused every ounce of her attention on him. Unable to speak with her lips wrapped around his finger, she simply waited, her heart pounding in anticipation. Dimitri stroked his glistening cock, brushing its plump head over her clit. She moaned in response.

“I’m going to fuck you, kitten, so fucking hard, you’ll never forget where you belong. You want this?” His strong fingers curled around his dick, tapping her clit.

“Yes,” she managed, his fingers still in her lips.

“Fuck, yeah,” he grunted, guiding his shaft into her.

“Ahhh,” she responded. As his hand moved from her lips down her body, she cried out, his thick sex stretching her.

“Yes,” he repeated.

“Fuck me, yes,” she gritted out, her hands fisting the blankets.

Dimitri lifted her hips off the bed, and increased the pace. Their flesh met, sounding throughout the room, and the thought of how Jake watched them flitted through her mind, heightening her arousal. As he slammed into her, all her focus returned to the magnificent male worshipping her body with his erotic dance. Her core clamped down around him as the tingles of desire built again.

“Ah Goddess, yeah…like that,” he growled.

“Harder, fuck me harder,” she demanded. The urge to grab him grew but she resisted. Her hands fisted the fabric so tightly she swore it would tear.

Dimitri quickly adjusted his position, pinning her to the bed. Capturing her wrists, he held her arms above her head. The weight of him pressed down onto her, and she gasped at the intimacy. Restrained, she widened her legs, accepting his hard pounding thrusts.

Awestruck by his commanding presence, Gillian had never felt more erotic or powerful. As if she’d been caged for a thousand years, Dimitri released her from her own sexual confines. She jutted her full breasts against his sweat-covered chest, their bodies sliding together. She greedily took every inch of him inside her as he pounded himself into her pussy.

“Please, Dimitri, please,” she begged. Again, she teetered on release, but only he could give her what she needed. She gladly accepted her position, certain her mate would bring her to orgasm.

“Submit, Gil,” he ordered. He coiled one hand around both her wrists, freeing a hand to tend to her breast. With a primal heat, he plunged in and out of her wetness.

“Please, don’t stop, please….don’t stop, don’t stop,” she repeated as he rocked against her sensitive hooded nub. Baring her neck to him, she let him guide her into release, giving into him the only way she knew how. Heaving for breath, her body shook, the frenzy of orgasmic pulses rolling through her.

As her climax continued, her tiger roared, demanding her due.
My mate.
Giving herself over to her beast, her canines extended. In a flash, she bit deep into his flesh, breaking his skin. Blood rushed down her throat, and she succumbed to the mating.

“Holy fuck! Gilly, no,” Dimitri yelled, his orgasm rupturing throughout his body.

Immediately, he registered her intent.
Mate.
Unstoppable and deliberate, his wolf surfaced, breaking through the shackles of the evil eating away at him. Although he’d never intended to complete the mating, his instinctual response was quick and unfettered as he struck her neck with his fangs. Her essence flowed into him, nourishing his craving for the only one who could save his soul.

Gillian shattered, never having experienced the blood of the lupine.
Dimitri.
Like the shards of a broken mirror clattering onto stone, every presupposition she’d had about who she was and what she’d expected from love was destroyed. She’d told herself that love was something that needed to grow over time. The lie crashed around her. Love was a commitment, devotion to each other. Embracing trust and submission to their fate was all she needed to move forward.

A tear escaped her eye as she reached for her tiger who only purred, disappearing into the darkness. Her lifelong friend perished without protest. In the distance, a triumphant howl sounded, its song comforting her. Unfamiliar, the melody of its cry revitalized her, confirming her decision to mate.

Her palms traveled over Dimitri’s skin, seeking his wolf, exploring to make sure he was healed. Allowing the heat of him to penetrate her pores, she sought answers. In the silence of their reflection, she recorded the strength beneath his flesh. His wolf ran free, no longer encumbered by the parasite. Gillian supposed she should be crushed by the loss of her cat, yet joy for Dimitri resided deep in her chest. She felt vindicated by her actions; she’d rescued her great wolf.

“Gillian. Goddess, what have we done?” Dimitri cried, the stupor of climax subsiding.

“Hmm?” Gillian asked.

He rolled off her, lifting her onto his chest. Pushing himself up to lie on a pillow, he cradled her tiny form.

“You bit me…”

“It’s done. You’re whole,” she whispered, confident that she’d done the right thing. Her body fell limp against his and she pressed her lips to his chest. “You’re mine.”

“No, Gilly. I shouldn’t have…We should have waited.” He cuddled her closer. “I’m sorry. Your cat…”

“I’m better than I’ve ever been in my life. You have no idea how I feel about you, do you?” she posed. “You’re well now. It’s all that matters.”

“But…”

“I’m going to be just fine. As sure as I know you are my mate, I will shift again. Stop worrying,” she told him. The warmth of her love for her beta blossomed in her heart and mind. There was no explanation that would satisfy a scientific mind for how she felt. She was done trying to plan every detail of her life. Destiny had led her to Dimitri, and she’d surrendered to fate, accepting her new life with her wolf.

Dimitri wrapped his leg around hers, creating a protective cocoon. The wolf inside of him rejoiced. The second she’d bitten him, the spell of his imprisonment had broken, releasing the evil back into wherever it had come from. He fought the emotion that rose in his chest. There was no way he’d ever be able to repay his mate’s selflessness. She’d stolen the decision away from him, piercing his skin, initiating the mating. In doing so, she’d alleviated the guilt he’d forever carry if he’d done so himself.

A surge of power pumped through his body; the recognition of his century-old strength emerging once again. Dimitri blinked through suppressed tears and gazed up through the skylight to the stars. A month ago he couldn’t have fantasized a more perfect existence. The loving, self-sacrificing female wrapped around him had become his world, and he prayed he’d be able to keep her safe.

The full moon beckoned. A second chance at meting out justice was upon him.

Dimitri stirred, the beams of the late morning sunshine warming his face. Gillian writhed against his heated skin. The slickness between her legs painted his hip, alerting him that she was awake. His eyes flew open as her soft hand wrapped around his already hardened cock. Her hand traveled up and over his abdomen.

“Gilly,” he hissed.

“Shhh,” she hushed. With the pad of her thumb, she swiped at the wet slit of his arousal.

“Aw fuck,” he said, jutting his hips in tandem with her slow strokes. “What are you doin’ to me?”

“No talking,” she commanded, asserting her dominance.

In all his life he’d never been submissive, yet in the delicate balance between sleeping and waking, the desire to surrender to her demand reigned. Tendrils of her hair teased his chest as she peppered kisses on the smooth skin beneath his arm, down his side and onto his hip. Her lips continued their sensuous journey to the muscular cut V above his groin.

Dimitri heard her exhale softly, her warm breath along the sensitive ridge of his dick. Clutching his shaft with one hand, she lightly raked her nails down his abdomen. Dimitri sucked a breath as the hot moistness of her mouth surrounded him. Arching his back, he lifted his pelvis as she held him firmly by the root and swallowed his entire sex. Her head bobbed up and down, branding him with her lips. Her fingers moved to his tight sac, gently caressing. As her mouth descended, tantalizing him with her tongue, her other hand moved to his ass, where she teased the stretch of skin between his testicles and anus.

“Ah, Gilly,” he growled as the dark sensation tempted him.

Her fingers traveled further, circling sensitive puckered flesh. Dimitri cried out in aching desire as the tip of her finger probed him. His balls drew tight, pressure mounting from within. Dimitri swore, realizing he was seconds away from coming in her mouth. He reached for her shoulders, dragging her up his body. She moaned in protest, but he silenced her with a deep, passionate kiss. Their heated connection broke their power exchange. Guiding her upward, he forced her to straddle his chest. He directed her legs so that her knees were on either side of his head.

“Come here,” Dimitri growled, shifting her hips, yanking her closer to his lips. “Goddess, I love the smell of you. You know I like to cook, but there’s nothing like having my mate for breakfast.”

With a smile, he gazed between her legs. He took to her glistening pussy like a fine meal, dragging the tip of his tongue through her lips. She hovered above him, accepting each lash with pleasure. He gripped her ass, pulling her flush to his mouth. Sucking and lapping at her core, he tasted arousal and sex upon her.

With one flattened palm against the wall, she writhed against his face. As he plunged his tongue up into her core, she screamed in orgasm. Taking her swollen clit between his lips, he milked every spasm from her before releasing her hips.

“Dimitri,” she panted, recovering from her climax.

“Gilly,” he breathed. He slid her down his body and sheathed himself inside her ready center. “You…are…”

“I…I…” Gillian tried to speak, but her words were lost in his kiss.

“Feel how much you mean to me…can you feel it?” he asked, thrusting up into her.

“Yes,” she affirmed. Leaning upward, she wrapped her fingers around his wrists, caging his head with her arms.

Passion claimed them as Dimitri allowed Gillian to sink down on him. Resisting the instinct to dominate, he celebrated the way she’d taken control. He marveled as she threw her head back, her breasts arching toward him, yet still out of the reach of his mouth.

“Fuck yes,” he grunted as she rose up, slamming herself down onto him.

The threads of his restraint shattered, and he grabbed onto her hips. She ground her pelvis into his as he made short, deep strokes up into her. As the explosive orgasm rocked into him, he called out her name. She released a cry of pleasure, ecstasy flowing through her.

Dimitri fought for breath, bringing her into his embrace. He felt as if he’d run a marathon, his heart thumping in his chest. Physically and emotionally, he was overwhelmed by Gillian.
Life is incredible
, he thought.
No
,
my mate is incredible.
Feelings he’d never experienced surfaced. It was more than just possession; he needed her in his life, protecting and loving her.
Am I in love?
As much as he tried not to believe it was true, in the recesses of his mind, the thought spun, bringing him to a new level of happiness.

“I love this,” Gillian smiled.

Realizing she’d almost told Dimitri that she loved him, Gillian wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in his chest.
Oh Goddess, I’m falling in love with my wolf.
No matter how insane it was to develop feelings so quickly for someone, the damage had been done. Every time they made love, exchanged a laugh, another piece of her had been destroyed, only to be reborn and renewed as his mate and lover.