Ascension (Guardians of Ascension #1)(78)
Author: Caris Roane

Another wave caught her. She cried out and on instinct as the climax gathered, as power once more bunched within, she drove her fingers on either side of his back between the ridges of the wing-locks, teasing the sensitive ridges. Her orgasm peaked, the power released against him, into him, and she screamed with the pleasure that took her on a long, exquisite ride.

“Can’t wait any longer,” he grunted. His back writhed beneath her fingers as she continued to work his wing-locks. He lifted his head. His throat opened as he roared his climax. She came with him again, unable to believe the sensations pummeling her entire body, especially since his orgasm went on and on, his hips bucking into her, his torso punching the air, his lips parted, his eyes squeezed shut.

At last, he rode her the rest of the way down, down, down then dropped onto her, panting. “Oh. God.”

The beautiful weight of his body smashed her into the carpet. She sighed deeply as she encircled his neck with her arms, holding him tight, his lips now suckling her shoulder, her inner thighs dripping. His chest rose and fell with each ragged breath he took.

So damn satisfied drifted through her mind. Never been like this before.

So glad I didn’t hurt you, she sent.

Those punches … like heaven. His body shuddered against her as though he relived the moment.

Alison wept. She hadn’t meant to but her happiness knew no bounds. She hadn’t hurt him. In fact, he’d taken everything she gave and he’d loved it.

Could life get any better?

She had only one thought: that she would be doing more of this with him, whether he liked it or not. She didn’t understand exactly why the breh-hedden bothered him so much. In her opinion, the level of his desire for her was brilliant.

He drew back from her, though not breaking contact, the canyon once more between his brows. His fangs had receded. He leaned down, kissed her very gently, then slid into her mind. You’re so beautiful, but we have work to do.

You’re spoiling my buzz.

He smiled then kissed her again. “I want you safe.”

She sighed. “Ten minutes? I’d really like a shower.”

“Seven,” he stated with a growl.

“Okay.”

* * *

Kerrick lay on the carpet, his hands clasped behind his head, his c**k heavy, flaccid, satisfied as it rested on his groin and thigh. He listened to Alison singing in the shower. He didn’t recognize the tune but the sound of her voice made him smile.

He chuckled. He felt relaxed and content. Damn. He released a deep sigh. He still couldn’t believe he’d just had the best sex of his life and that was saying something after so many centuries.

When her power had gathered then released along with her orgasm, his ascended nature had received the power as a punch in a low arc across his abdomen, which sent pleasure streaking through his groin and riding the length of his shaft. How he had kept from coming before he did, he would never know, except he’d been damn determined to make this moment last.

He felt eased as he hadn’t been in centuries, the way Helena used to ease him and even his first mortal wife, Marta. He’d forgotten the joys of marriage, of this kind of union, built on deep respect and of course crazy attraction. And yes, he respected Alison, all that she was, all that she had proved herself to be—her courage, her kindness, that she had somehow kept herself sane when she must have felt so desperately isolated and different from everyone else she knew. Yeah, he respected the hell out of her.

Making love to her had eased him, had filled a void that had been so rarely filled given his twelve hundred years. He wanted to keep her by his side, but how could he, given the nature of his job as a warrior? How could he ever put her at that kind of risk?

The truth? He couldn’t.

Yet the thought of not having her with him, not getting to be inside her the rest of his life, sliced at something deep in his chest until he started to hurt.

Okay. He really couldn’t go there right now.

Instead he drew a deep breath and once more thought about what had just happened, the pleasure of making love to her. And later, with her fingers working his wing-locks, he had let go. Really let go. Damn. He’d never had an orgasm roll on and on until he wondered if it would ever end.

Damn.

The memory, so recent, jolted his body all over again. He hardened and that made him sit up.

Reminiscing was not going to help.

He jumped to his feet. He’d like a shower as well. As he reached for his clothes, his phone buzzed. Thorne. Again. He withdrew the card then left Alison’s room before answering. Once past the doorway he thumbed the phone. “Give.”

Thorne’s voice broke over his ears, “We’ve just gotten word from COPASS. Can you spell reamed?”

Kerrick listened in disbelief. He couldn’t possibly be hearing right. He made Thorne repeat it … twice.

In the end, he had to accept what Thorne said—Alison was slated to battle one of the Commander’s top warriors in the Tolleson Two arena tomorrow at seven PM. “This is all about f**king spectacle, isn’t it?”

“Yep. I’m headed to Endelle’s palace to see if we can make this right. However, I can’t say I’m hopeful. Do your best, brother.”

Kerrick thumbed his phone then returned to the bedroom to his jeans, which were still sweat-soaked. He folded his clothes to his laundry on Second, folded on a fresh set of jeans and T-shirt, then put his phone away. He thought about what was coming and knew he couldn’t tell Alison what was in store for her, not yet. He just couldn’t. Goddammit, this was wrong. On every possible level, this … was … wrong.

* * *

Alison knew she needed to leave the shower, but the pounding of the hot water felt so good on her tired muscles.

The sex. Oh, God, the sex had been fantastic. No, fantastic was too small a word. Unbelievable, like six kinds of roller-coaster rides all in one.

A rosy sensation swelled deep inside her chest, a soft warmth and gentle vibration. When thoughts of Kerrick drifted through her head, the rose bloomed then bloomed some more until her entire body glowed.

She recognized the sensation, the beginning of love, of falling in love, of bonding, that thing females often did with men who brought them to orgasm … again and again. She leaned her forehead against the tile. She smacked her forehead a couple of times.

She shouldn’t even be thinking about loving Kerrick, of desiring a future with him, of feeling such tenderness toward him, not with the whole situation built for impermanence.

Just sex, please.