Page 60 of Gates of Rapture (The Guardians of Ascension #6)

“The mist you created over the pool is beautiful. You have a small swirl that’s quite elegant.”

He dipped down and put his hands beneath her back to support her, then he moved her in a circle faster and faster until she was giggling.

But the restraint was there, within him, almost screaming at him: Don’t get involved, don’t get close, don’t give your heart, don’t forget how quickly a war can rob you of everything.

Would he ever be free of this terrible holding back, this unwillingness to engage fully with her?

He feared the answer.

And he was definitely being an ass.

So he gave her the one thing he could give her, but this time all he had to do was think the thought and he began to transform.

***

Grace felt the movement in the water, like gentle pushes here and there. Leto had released her back. She sighed. But her eyes were closed, and she was trying hard not to be so disappointed.

All she had wanted was to be with Leto, and have him go beast for her, but he seemed lost in his worries and she couldn’t fix that. So, she floated and tried not to think about him or the tangible space that seemed to always be between them despite the fact that they were fully bonded.

Then she realized what that pushing sensation was.

She popped her eyes open and stood up in the water.

She gasped. “How did you do that? I didn’t know except the movements in the water felt a little different.”

He looked down at her from his increased height. His fangs had emerged. All that former desire came rushing back to her, especially since the moist air of the hot spring smelled heavily of the forest and man, Leto and beast.

Her nostrils flared as she took in his scent.

At the same time, she put her hands on his massive pecs and began to fondle him.

She loved his body in this state. She could hardly explain it.

But he was just more of himself: more to touch, to feel, to experience from both his sensations as well as hers.

She slid her hands around his waist intending to hug him, but she felt his wing-locks and they were dripping.

She drew in a sharp breath. “Turn around,” she commanded.

His eyelids sank low. “Meadow scent.”

“Just turn around.”

He obeyed, and the water sloshed from his heavy thighs; small waves washed over her. She began at the lowest wing-lock and rubbed back and forth. He arched his back and roared.

The sound gripped her low, which caused him to roar again.

She glanced around the pool and found a large boulder that was smooth as it angled into the water. She took his hand and guided him over to the rock. “You must let me do this to you. I want to. Will you let me?”

He chuffed his response and spread himself out on the rock facedown. The water came up to the tops of his thighs.

Her lips trembled as she moved into him. He was a visual feast, and he was hers, both to command right now and to enjoy.

She moved behind him and pressed her hips against his buttocks. He groaned.

She leaned over him and licked a line straight up the center of his back.

She stroked the sides of his hips from his waist down to as much of the thigh as she could reach below the water, then she came back up.

The whole time she moved her hands closer to the front of his thighs, slower and slower until she wrapped her hands around the base of his stalk.

At the same time, she started licking his wing-locks.

He chuffed against the rock, breathing hard.

Grace, you’re killing me.

Good.

She leaned close and focused her attention on the mid-point wing-lock on the right side of his back.

The lock was big, like everything about him right now, including what she held in her hand.

She rubbed her cheek along the lock and felt moisture at the aperture.

She glided her left hand up his cock and felt moisture at the tip.

She flicked her tongue over the end of his wing-lock. The pleasure he felt, which she could experience because of the breh-hedden, tightened her internal well. He tasted of the forest and man. I wish I could lick both tips at once.

His hips pumped, and he groaned. He planted his forearms on the rock and buried his face between. I wish you were under me right now.

Grace released him and sank beneath the warm water, spreading his legs wide and pulling them away from the rock. She pivoted and carefully rose up, taking great pains not to clunk her skull on the hard rock.

He kept making room and growling. As her head breached the water, she licked his cock ever so slowly as she continued to rise until she could take his crown in her mouth. He was big and filled her mouth. She sucked.

Grace. My God. Grace.

Her body clenched because she could feel how her mouth felt on him while at the same time enjoying the pleasure of him in her mouth.

The breh-hedden might have been many things, but erotic defined this part.

She could feel what he felt, the way his forearms braced his forehead, the way the water felt sloshing around his thighs, and the way her fingernails felt pressing into his buttocks.

She sucked harder and his hips flexed then pulled back. He was close. Hell, she was close.

She released him, and he groaned long and loud. She pushed his stomach away and worked her way up until she was reclining on the rock beneath him. “Is this under you enough?”

He was so beautiful in this state: Leto and so much more. He stroked her face with his big hands, then leaned down to kiss her. When he drew back, he said, “When I enter you, I’m not going to last long.”

She smiled and reached up to kiss him back. “I won’t, either.”

“This whole pool smells like I’m walking through a summery meadow.”

“No it doesn’t, it smells of the forest and man, of you, of Leto the beast.” She smiled and petted his cheek.

“Leto the beast. The way you say it makes me want to be this way forever.”

“I wouldn’t complain.”

He pushed her legs apart. She worked with him. The smooth rock at her back could still cause some problems if she wasn’t careful.

But he hadn’t reached several millennia in age without having learned a thing or two. “That rock is too damn hard for what I need to do.”

“What do you need to do.”

“Slam into you, as fast as I can, for about thirty seconds.”

“Oh, I don’t think it will take that long.”

He smiled, then chuckled. “I’m going to fold us back to my bed.”

“I’m all wet.”

“I’m counting on that.”

He kissed her as she glided through nether-space. The next moment she was flat on her back, on his bed, and what do you know, there was a towel beneath her. He found her entrance and pushed, but, yeah, she was wet and he glided all the way in, as deep as he could get.

He groaned.

The dual sensations about killed her.

He planted his hands above her shoulders, and looking down at her began to pull his hips back, then thrust. She felt like she couldn’t catch her breath, even if she wanted to.

He moved faster and faster, and as soon as she started to come, all that he was experiencing brought her orgasm crashing down on her.

She screamed. He roared. The sound of his voice drew the orgasm out so that she writhed beneath him.

He grunted and gathered her up in his arms, but his hips didn’t quiet down. “Shit, I’m going to come again,” he shouted.

He moved faster again, faster than before. She pushed her mind against his and felt his shields falls. She dove within and sank, then dove into the center of his soul.

He cried out over and over. Oh, my God, Grace.

She felt how her presence changed all his physical sensations, enhancing them. Pleasure began driving up her body, over her flesh, up into her well, tugging and pulling, higher and higher, invading her abdomen and her chest until this sweeping orgasm even flew through her mind.

She saw stars, the pleasure was so intense.

On and on, it cascaded through her mind, through her body, his body, hers, until she lay slack and Leto’s body was a heavy weight on her.

He moaned. So good.

She was still moving through his soul, the part of him that was his truest self. She felt deeply content, then he was just suddenly there with her, his soul engaging with her soul.

He moved with her like a dance, flowing around her, over, through, under, above.

She responded and felt overcome with a profound sense of peace.

Maybe there were holes in their current relationship, things neither of them could define very well, but in this moment she felt one with him. And it was beautiful.