Mystik Warrior: (Dark Warrior Alliance Book 2) (17 page)

Her body jolted as if hit by electricity and she groaned. “I want you, now.”

“You’re gonna need to be more specific than that. Do you want me to lick you?” He continued the back and forth motion of his hips and let more of his weight rest there, creating more friction between their bodies.

“Not…fair. Fuck me, now.” She tilted her hips trying to align her core with his shaft.

“Your wish, my command,
Shijéí.
”

He reared up and looked down their sweat-slicked torsos. The sight of his soft sensitive crown running through her glistening flesh and over her clit had the pressure in his shaft building. He was addicted to the new sensation of filling with seed. Her head was thrashing on her pillow as she begged him to take her. He loved her erotic agony. He shifted back and felt as the tip of his cock was hugged in her tightness.

“Fuck, you are so tight and wet. Goddess, baby I don’t know if I can stay in control. I don’t want to hurt you.” He focused on the pleasure and not his churning gut.

Cailyn cupped his cheek and forced him to meet her gaze. He felt her love and care all the way to his toes. “You would never hurt me. I trust you. Besides, I’m tougher than you think, and I hurt so badly right now.”

“I lo…” he inhaled and clenched his jaw. He had almost told her he loved her. He didn’t love her, did he? “I love the way you feel. I had never ejaculated before we made love yesterday and I can’t wait to do that again.” He thrust into her, ignoring the sharp pain in his mate mark.

“What? You can’t have been a virgin for so long,” she exclaimed with a lust-glazed expression. He altered his angle, eliciting a moan.

“No, I wasn’t a virgin per-se, but sorcerers do not ejaculate before having sex with our Fated Mates for the first time,” he explained, loving the way she struggled to follow as he tortured her with the head of his cock.

“What?” she gasped.

“We can orgasm, but there is no ejaculation until we meet our Fated Mates. And, I have never felt pleasure so intense or wonderful until I met you. It is truly amazing. Let me show you.”

He closed his eyes and worked more of his shaft into her core, stopping their conversation. She wiggled, trying to help ease his way. Despite the fact that he had taken her before, he worried about hurting her. He pinched and tweaked her nipple and her arousal gushed around his shaft. His hips moved slowly in and out, taking more of him deeper each time. He laved her breasts, making her so wet that he slid to the hilt within a smooth dream of movement.

Nausea rose, and he kept his movements slow while he once again tamped the beast down. He didn’t understand the power this had over him. Being connected like this to Cailyn felt right, perfect. He was where he was always meant to be.

Slowly, his pace increased and he reveled in the tight slide into and out of her sheath. “Goddess, you are heaven.”

“Harder, Jace. Faster,” she begged.

At that moment, his control snapped and he began a hard quick speed that no human male was capable of. He would burn all thoughts of her fiancé from her mind. He thrust into her and tunneled his fingers past her beautifully trimmed curls and found her clit. He pinched the bundle of nerves and she came, screaming his name out loud.

Her pussy squeezed him so tightly that he was helpless but to join her, despite his intentions to make her come several more times first. He thrust balls deep and stilled as his seed burst into her womb. He shouted as he was taken to the stars while his mate’s body milked every last drop from him.

Unfortunately, the beast refused to allow him to bask in the afterglow as the nausea broke past his control. Bile surged into his mouth as his cock spurted the last of his seed. He was pulling out of his mate and off the bed faster than she could blink. As he ran into the bathroom, he heard the hurt and confusion in her voice as she called out to him.

“Jace? What’s wrong? What did I do?” He shut the door before the last word left her lips.

Cailyn’s head was spinning. For the second time in as many days, she’d had mind-blowing sex that had ended abruptly. She’d had the biggest orgasm of her life after Jace worshipped her body lovingly, only to run off as if she disgusted him.

A sound that echoed from the bathroom had her blood running cold. She craned her neck and heard gagging. Was he vomiting? The thought that he wasn’t experiencing the same level of ecstasy as her brought all her insecurities and doubts to the forefront. Sure, she was disappointed in herself for having sex with Jace before she had made her decisions about him or John, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t enjoyed every second of being with him. She just wished her willpower was stronger where Jace was concerned.

It was becoming clear to her that this sorcerer was her kryptonite, and this situation wasn’t going to remedy itself easily. Her love for John was still present, but her love for Jace was growing every day. He fascinated her with his quick mind and compassionate heart. He handled her as if she were a china doll that might break, yet made love to her with a fierce passion.

It didn’t hurt that he was the sexiest man she’d ever known, with his amethyst eyes, bronze skin, and long, black hair. He had eight-pack abs, but then every inch of his body was sleek and muscular, elucidating his warrior status. Nothing could measure up to Jace’s six-foot-something-hard-body. Yeah, Jace was in a league all his own.

It wasn’t all superficial, however. Everything she learned about him from his heritage to his passion for medicine was appealing. She longed to learn more about both his Native American background, as well as his Celtic roots. A violent coughing and hacking brought her attention back to the bathroom door. Insecurities be damned, concern had her feet moving to the bathroom.

Cailyn raised her fist to the closed door and paused. This was the second time she had been with him, and he was in the bathroom getting sick. As she stood outside the door, it was clear that he was indeed in that bathroom losing the contents of his stomach. That rejection hurt more than she would have imagined. Clearly, he was repulsed by what he had done with her, and no doubt regretted it.

It would crush her if she saw the revulsion in his eyes, so she dropped her hand and scrambled into the living room of his suite where her clothes lay in a heap. The sight was a dismal reminder that the man who had given her the most satisfying moments of her life couldn’t stomach what he had done with her.

Tears welled in her eyes and she wanted to crumple in a heap on the floor. Her heart was torn in two. She had never felt closer to another being than she had with Jace while they were making love. She had to amend her thinking on that. For her they had made love, but obviously for Jace, it was nothing more than sex.

Hating how naïve she’d been, she ran into the kitchen and grabbed a towel. She was furiously scrubbing away the evidence of her shame when a warm hand settled on her shoulder. Her head dropped to her chest and she wanted to rip his soul from her chest as pain constricted and his soul surged towards him. How could things be so wrong when they were Fated Mates? Maybe he was right. Maybe their Goddess had this one wrong.

“Cailyn? What’s wrong?” His voice made her shiver. How did he still have so much power over her? She scolded her traitorous body for wanting him again.

“Cailyn, honey, look at me.” Jace placed one strong finger under her chin and tried to coax her head up as he turned her body to face him. She refused to look at him, not wanting him to see her pain.

She added persistent to his list of characteristics when he wouldn’t be denied and she closed her eyes as he forced her face up. “Open your eyes and look at me now,
Shijéí.
” Like a puppet, her eyes obeyed. He gasped and his eyes widened in shock and dismay. That was not the reaction she expected.

“Oh Goddess, did I hurt you? Was I too rough? What is it? Tell me, please.” Numerous emotions flickered through his amethyst depths but concern for her rang strongest.

She took a deep breath and gathered her courage, letting her anger take over. She wasn’t going to allow him to take the coward’s way out and run. He lived with her sister, and she would have on-going contact with him, so she’d better set him straight now.

“Why did you fuck me again if I disgust you? I don’t want a pity fuck from you. And, I sure as hell didn’t mean to beg you so pathetically for your oh-so-magnificent dick! Surely, a man as sexy and intelligent as you can get a woman who doesn’t make him throw up,” she spat.

His eyes widened further, if possible. This time she couldn’t decipher what he was feeling. “Is that what you think? Goddess, I’ve fucked this all up. You couldn’t be more wrong. You are perfect in every way.”

She snorted with derision. “You are good, I’ll give you that. You had me going there for a while. I believed you found me attractive and actually wanted me. I should’ve known better, given that you acted the same with that skank I saw you with at Confetti. I’m glad I didn’t claw her eyes out like I wanted. I am such an idiot!”

Jace reached out and stopped her as she tried to brush past him. “Let me go,” she demanded.

“No, not until you listen to me,” he retorted as he pulled her flush against him. She refused to shudder in pleasure at feeling his flesh against her own. It had felt like she had found home when they joined. How wrong she was. She couldn’t trust her body or her instincts where this man was concerned. A sob escaped, but she choked back her tears, not wanting to give him any more power over her.

“Shh, let me explain.” He was the one pleading now. The vulnerable, frightened look in his eyes had her pausing to listen to what he had to say, against her better judgment. Suddenly, she felt more naked than ever. He rubbed her back in soothing circles for long moments, and of course, her traitorous body responded. A hard length prodded her stomach, telling her he wasn’t entirely revolted by her. It was the reminder she needed. The mating compulsion really did affect them both equally. She reached up and touched the mate mark on her neck, missing the way it sizzled with heat when Jace touched it.

“As much as I want to take you back to my bed and pay proper homage to your body, we need to talk.” She allowed him to grasp her hand and lead her to the leather sofa in the living room.

She sat on the buttery soft cushions and wrapped her arms around her waist. Jace grabbed a blanket and draped it around her shoulders and sat next to her. He ignored her recoil and pulled her into his arms anyways. She was glad to be covered, minimizing any contact of their skin. She couldn’t control herself when they touched.

“I am so sorry for hurting you. Please stop shaking, it’s killing me,” he whispered into her hair.

She hadn’t realized she was shaking. She took several deep breaths, willing herself to calm. “I don’t want your apology,” she croaked past the tears.

He pulled away and captured her gaze for several moments before turning away. She gave him time to gather his thoughts. She was about to give up and leave when he broke the silence.

“I had hoped to keep this hidden from you.” He lifted his head and the pain and shame she saw floored her. That was not what she expected to see. This warrior carried deep wounds. “I was kidnapped and held prisoner over seven hundred years ago.” He sat forward and balanced his arms on his knees.

She hated to pry, but now that he had opened that door, she had to know. “What happened?”

His head dropped forward and he stared blankly at the floor, lost in his painful past. “An older sorceress, named Lady Angelica wanted the power my family wielded, and meant to garner control over it when she took me. She was beautiful, and I was an inexperienced youth. One moment, she was seducing me in a realm tavern, and the stupid, randy lad that I was didn’t see her for what she truly was until I woke up chained to a stone slab.”

She ignored the jealous flare she felt when he mentioned this Angelica, whom she had heard in his thoughts, was beautiful. Her gut churned at what he must have experienced. “What did she want? What did she do to you?”

He heaved a heavy sigh that carried the weight of the world. “She wanted the power of the Mystik Grimoire. As you know, it holds many spells and incantations and a person of evil intent could use them to garner power over others. Only those of incorruptible blood, as my father used to say, are allowed to access and utilize the book. That was why she needed me. As for what she did to me, she…” he trailed off, gulping and she saw sweat bead on his brow. His skin lost some of its radiant glow, as well.

She ran her hand over his back and twined the fingers of her other hand through his. He squeezed, as if needing her support. “At first she used physical punishments to try and gain my compliance. When that didn’t work, she resorted to using other methods. I had never experienced the pleasure of a woman’s body, and she thought it would be easy to use sexual means to influence me, but my body refused to respond to her. She resorted to spells and creams and incense to incite a reaction that I didn’t feel. My body may have hardened but I never orgasmed with her, or any other female for that matter.” He stopped and a shudder rolled through his body.

He broke her heart with his confession, and it made her fall for him that much more. She was losing her heart to this sexy sorcerer, and once that happened, there would be no turning back.

“After several decades of the torture, I started praying to the Goddess for the book. I wanted her abuse to end, and knew it never would stop because I couldn’t give her what she wanted. I was helpless to the magically reinforced chains…I hated what she did to me,” he whispered.

Through her bond to him, she sensed his self-loathing and perceived weakness. That this warrior felt like he should have been able to do something to break free was astonishing. He was barely more than a child, and his powers had been stripped.

That he had trusted her with his pain and suffering humbled her. She had seen that he held a piece of himself back from those around him, and now knew what it was. She understood the shame he felt, even if he was mistaken.

“Oh, Jace, you are the bravest man I have ever met,” she crooned. Tears were streaming down her face as she suffered for him. “I wish I could have stopped her. And I understand why you reacted the way you did. You must relive what she did to you every time.”

Startled eyes met hers. “That’s not it at all. I love sex with you. In fact, I’d venture to say I’m addicted to you. The only way I can explain what happens is that I feel like I am battling a dark beast who always wins, and if I become aroused, I become violently ill. I have never been able to move beyond a kiss with a female. You are the only female to ever bring me such pleasure.” He gently brushed her tears away.

Cailyn was shocked that this passionate guy had never been able to experience real pleasure. It sickened her to think that his only experience with sex was of being helpless and violated by someone with evil intentions. She was convinced there was more at work. “So, you’re under a spell then?”

“No, it’s not a spell. I would have felt if someone hexed me, and the foreign magic would stand out to me.”

She gazed into his watery eyes, amazed that such a courageous man existed. Suspicion nagged at her. If she were some crazed lunatic, she wouldn’t allow her source to simply walk away. She’d want a way to hopefully gain power over him at some later date. “Even if you were being tortured and didn’t fully understand your own powers?”

Jace stood suddenly and crossed to the piles of clothes. “No, that’s not possible. I would know,” he insisted, agitation clear in his movements. He yanked on his clothing and paced the room restlessly. She wanted to reach out to him but sensed he wouldn’t welcome her touch. “I need some space. I’ll be back. Please don’t leave the compound again.”

Mouth hanging open, she watched for the third time as this man walked away from her. She worried about the flash of devastation she saw before he disappeared around the corner.

*****

Jace paced the deserted beach on the Puget Sound, Cailyn’s words replaying in his mind. Pure, beautiful, kind, caring Cailyn. For the past hour, he had been searching his soul for a magical taint. The problem was, that Cailyn’s words rang true, he wasn’t sure if he would recognize if Lady Angelica had done something.

He was amazed at how intelligent his mate was. She was beyond anything he ever expected. It was entirely possible that Angelica, being a sorceress of immense power, could have unknowingly placed a spell on him. It burned his ass to think of it, but he had been so young and inexperienced.

She had crushed him to the lowest he’d ever been, and he was ashamed to admit that if he hadn’t been chained, he’d have killed himself long before Zander had rescued him. He hadn’t thought of anything beyond escaping his torment. Reliving the torture, searching for something he may have missed, made his skin crawl all over.

The Goddess had blessed him with his Fated Mate, and he wanted to win her affections and claim her as his. He wanted desperately to get past the years of his shame and what had happened, rather than feeling dirty and used. He wanted more than anything to be the male she needed, but didn’t know how to get past his unworthiness.