Air of Seduction (Elemental Enforcers #3)

Chapter 37

Ronan

Payton slowly parts her legs, and a shudder races down my spine when I see how wet she is. She’s practically dripping for me, and I’ve barely kissed her yet.

I let go of my engorged shaft. It’s sticky with precum. I’m not going to last long, but thankfully, there will be plenty of opportunities in the years to come for me to prove that I’ve got a stamina greater than a teenager with his first crush.

“Are you going to stand there all night, or are you going to mate me?” Her eyes narrow on mine, but there’s a teasing smile on her lips.

A growl forces its way out of my throat. “Mate.” Something primal takes over, and I’m suddenly on the bed with my head buried between my mate’s legs.

I push my tongue into her wet pussy as far as it can reach. She whimpers. The taste of her assaults my senses, and I snarl as my dick starts throbbing with the intense need to claim her.

I pull my tongue out and lick up her slit to her swollen clit. Sucking the sensitive bundle of nerves into my mouth, I push two fingers inside her tight sheath.

She screams and bucks, but I’m latched on tight. I need to make her come before I enter her, because once I do, my mating instinct will take over. It’s already so strong, I can barely keep it in check.

Her fingers sink into my hair, fisting it as I pump my digits inside her, making sure to rub that sensitive area I discovered earlier. The desperate sounds she’s making and the rocking of her hips spurs me on.

Her channel clamps down on my fingers, sending a shock of heat through my body. My cock leaks as her body pulses with her orgasm, and she writhes with pleasure.

It’s time. As her orgasm fades, I pull my fingers from her body and crawl up until I can place the tip of my throbbing shaft at her entrance.

My cock is already slick with my precum, and she told me she likes it rough, so I have no reservations when I bury myself inside her in a single powerful thrust.

She screams, and I shudder with the pleasure rapidly building in my groin and sparking through my whole body. This is it. I’m about to do something I never thought I would. I’m about to claim my mate for eternity. The most amazing woman in the world is about to become mine.

I cover her body with mine as I pump my hips, stoking the fire inside us both. Her body is tense beneath me, and her eyes are filled with heat when they meet mine.

“Ronan.” She mewls my name. And then her arms come around my neck. “Harder. Faster.”

Fuck. This woman is going to kill me with pleasure overload.

I piston my hips, slamming into her again and again until I see stars, and my dick erupts inside her. Her pussy clamps down around me so hard it’s almost painful when she comes, and my roar mixes with her scream.

My instincts take over. Nestling into her neck, I open my mouth. My teeth sharpen, and I bite into the soft skin of her neck. Her blood is sweet and delicious on my tongue.

Another orgasm overtakes me, more powerful than the first. I’m vaguely aware of Payton’s teeth sinking into my shoulder, and then I’m spinning into an ocean of bliss. It holds me captive for God knows how long while pleasure pounds through my body. My balls are empty by the time my orgasm fades, and I gradually become aware of my surroundings.

***

Payton

My body is still buzzing with the afterglow of the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had. Or perhaps I should say orgasms. There seemed to be a string of them slamming into me one after the other.

Ronan’s soft cock slips out of me, and it’s followed by a stream of his hot cum. And I’m not surprised with the way his cock danced inside me for what felt like minutes. He must have painted my insides with everything he had.

My eyes snap open. We haven’t used any form of protection. How could I forget? Does that mean…

I frown. What does it mean exactly? There are no kids in this house, but from what Erica and Ingrid were telling me, they just found their mates in the last few weeks. There hasn’t really been time for any of them to become pregnant, or at least not realize it yet if they have.

If that’s even possible. I don’t know anything about supernaturals. Perhaps they all come into existence in some other way than being conceived. I guess that’s one of the hundreds of things I need to ask about.

Ronan is lying on top of me, his body almost too heavy for my smaller one. But just as I’m opening my mouth to say his name, he lifts his head to smile down at me with love shining in his eyes. “My little rose. Mine forever.”

I laugh, but it ends on a slightly sad note. He hasn’t told me how old he is, but I’ve got a feeling he’s a lot older than I am and will live for a lot longer as well. “Forever is a long time. It might be better if we focus on here and now. I’m not young forever.”

His face doesn’t fall like I expect it to. “You have a lot to learn. And your first lesson starts now. I’m immortal, and since we’ve just mated, so are you. Forever is a definite possibility for us.”

My eyes grow huge as I stare at him. “How old are you?”

He chuckles. “Just remember that we’re already mated. You can’t get away from me now even if you think I’m too old for you.”

“How old?” I narrow my eyes, but I can’t prevent a smile from curving my lips.

“I’m one thousand seven hundred and forty-one years old.”

My jaw drops open. That’s not just old, that’s extremely old. “So, you’re practically an ancient artifact.”

He barks out a laugh. “I’ve never been called an artifact before. That’s new. But sure, why not?”

My lips stretch into a slow smile. I don’t care about his age. All I care about is him and the fact that he’s mine. And I’ve got something I want to do to him.

I lift my arms from around his neck. My hands are still tied. “Take this off.”

He pushes my arms over my head before leaning in and giving me a slow kiss. By the time he lifts his head my hands are free.

I put my hands on his chest and push. “Roll over onto your back. I’ve got a promise to keep.”

He doesn’t budge. “What promise?”

I grin. “Roll over and I’ll show you.”

One of his eyebrows raises in question, but he rolls over onto his back like I asked.

Straddling his thighs, I let my eyes feast on his mouth-watering body. Hard defined muscles cover every part of him, and there’s finally time for me to explore.

I put my hands on his chest again, reveling in his warm flesh beneath my palms. He’s a big man, tall and muscular. A man who stands out in a crowd. I can’t imagine how it was like for him back in the day when people in general were smaller. He must have looked like a giant.

But I’m not sitting here to contemplate his past. I’ve got something I want to do, something I told him I would do.

I slide my hands slowly down over his washboard abs and toward his groin. The closer I get to his cock, the more it swells. And by the time I reach the blunt head, there’s already a bead of precum forming at the slit.

“Payton.” His voice is rough.

Smiling, I keep my gaze on his solid length. I don’t touch it, though. Instead, I smooth my hands down over his lower belly next to his shaft until I reach his balls.

A growl rumbles from his throat when I take his silky sack in my hands. Massaging it gently, I brush my thumbs along the seam between his testicles up to the base of his cock.

He groans. “Little rose, what are you doing?”

My smile widens as I bend down. “This.” I kiss one testicle and then the other before licking the seam between them.

His thighs tense beneath me. “Fuck. Oh, fuck.” His thick cock twitches, and the protruding vein running along the side of his shaft starts pulsing.

A thrill runs the length of my spine, and I chuckle. I like the power I have over this magnificent man.

I raise my gaze until it locks with his glowing turquoise one. His jaw is tense, and all the muscles in his upper body are taut.

Slowly, while spreading kisses all over his sack, I walk my fingers up his belly next to his rock-hard erection.

His gaze is glued to my hands as he holds his breath. I can practically feel his desperation increasing. He wants me to touch him, needs me to touch him. And I will, just perhaps not how he expects me to.

My fingers stop right next to his tip, but instead of wrapping my hands around his shaft, I flatten my tongue against his sack and lick all the way up to the head of his cock.

The sound that leaves his mouth is somewhere between a whine and a howl. I’ve never heard anything like it. But the desperation in the sound feeds my pride.