Fueled by Lust: Sotarios

STORY EXCERPT

Grunting, Sotarios endured a lash of pain racing frantically across his left shoulder and bicep. A sharp gouge to his side pushed out a hard groan between clenched teeth. Blinking rapidly, he found himself hanging facedown off his bed, legs tangled in the sheets, and upper body wedged between the dresser and mattress. Sweat slid in rivulets down his cheeks, stinging his eyes.

Cursing, he shoved the furniture away and instantly slammed onto the hard floor. Rolling over, he blinked up at the barracks’ shadowed ceiling and fought to calm his racing heart.

“Gods damn dream. Six years and you still come to me. Enough!”

Pulling his arm out from under the bed, Sotarios gripped his elbow while running trembling fingers over the jagged raised scar left from Maratinia’s macabre show of love from long ago. He’d kept it as a reminder that females were not always gentle and kind like his mother. Perhaps it’d been a mistake to keep the demented creature’s handiwork after all. He voiced his discontent to the empty room.

“For the love of Dii! Why do you still haunt my dreams? Go away. You’re dead. Accept it and move on.” Familiar anger bled through his emotions at the continued remembering of the fateful mating that had lasted exactly two months, four days, and twelve hours. It’d felt like an eternity. Despite everyone’s protestations that he’d had no control over her actions, Sotarios knew he still carried the burning shame that his mate had killed another. He scrubbed at his face, moaning into his cupped hands.

At least I’m not alone in what I bear. Even her father had shown his disgust at her behavior by refusing the ritualistic burning to honor her passing, opting for a quick burial at the spot she’d fallen instead.

The image of Atilius returning to the city grief stricken and covered in dirt flew through his mind. The once proud male had openly wept as he informed the authorities that he’d finally located his only child’s body on the edge of the forest—his lone consolation in knowing that his beloved mate wasn’t aware of their child’s treachery before eventually succumbing to the poison. He’d rarely spoken of his daughter again, withdrawing from the tribe consulate as further show of his remorse to the seamstress’s family. Maratinia became just another number added to the female’s growing death toll at Basilius’s hand. Maybe this explained her constant haunts from the spirit world. She’d never liked being ignored.

Knowing that he needed to yank himself from this continuous vortex of regret, Sotarios pulled himself up from the floor, arms shaking from the effort. A quick shower cleaned his body, yet his mind refused to release the sludge from the repeating nightmares. They’d returned with a vengeance since his rescue from Glaxon-8. Despite his efforts to bury the past, the pain remained as raw as the moment it had occurred.

Perhaps this had been the forewarning his mother had bestowed after she’d relayed her desire for him to cease his quest in killing Basilius on that damnable planet. Her whispered words before she’d melted back into the spirit realm rang loudly within his addled brain.

You rest within a prison of your own making, my son. There are no bars to stop your escape, yet you continue to pace an invisible edge. Just open your eyes and see the truth of things. Free your heart and the body will follow.

How was that even possible? Placing his palm onto his chest, he felt that very same organ beating wildly beneath his fingers, yet his vicious mate had all but cut it from his chest. Had she not been felled by Basilius’s poison, she probably would’ve succeeded that day. All these returning dreams accomplished were a reaffirmation that he should never allow this numb, beat-to-shit piece of meat to be that vulnerable again.

Subduing the growl rumbling within his chest, Sotarios tried to think of something else before he broke out into a sweat again. A smile lifted his lips as he thought of his encounter with Makar and Baruch last night at the gym. Keely had been firmly ensconced between them as they showed her the beast’s horn the Elite guards had brought back from Glaxon-8. Their glowing mating necklaces rode proudly upon their chests as she’d gazed at them with pure sweet love. Such a worthy female. If only I’d been so fortunate.

Sighing, Sotarios dressed, made a half-hearted attempt to straighten the bed covers, grabbed his duffel, and flung the door wide. He halted, eyes widening at what he’d found. Geleon sat on the corridor floor, thick arms folded on top of his raised knees, and light green eyes peering up at him. As expected, he took his time in speaking.

“I knocked, but you didn’t answer. I heard your struggles, amici. Have your dreams returned?”

ADULT EXCERPT

Eagerly, Raine hooked her fingers into the waistband of his shorts, gently tugged, and lifted the material over the thick meat adamantly pointing toward his hip. The monster immediately swung out and smacked against his flat belly. The bulbous tip was fully extended from its hood, red and glistening in anticipation. Her pussy answered in kind, releasing a flood of moisture between her shaking legs.

Eyes flicking upward, Raine noticed the edge of his lip rising as he lifted his hips to allow her to finally rid him of the last thing in her way. More fluids released upon seeing his hairless crotch and the impressive ball sac. She threw the shorts to the side, and he parted his legs just enough for her to crawl between them.

Damn, Raine. Nothing but pure, sexy-as-hell man splayed out like a cover model. I hope you’re not dreaming. Just in case, she didn’t waste time filling the offered gap and bracing her knees.

Placing her hand next to his waist, Raine bent and anointed a reverent kiss to his belly button. His abs tightened, and she felt his palm brush along the back of her head and pull her hair to the side. His sensuous voice was hushed.

“Your hair’s beautiful, Raine. I love touching it.”

Smiling against his soft skin, she ran a palm up the side of his thigh, feeling the muscles harden and his skin pebble. His breath caught as the back of her hand purposefully brushed across his tightened sac. Grasping the center of his rock-hard cock, she leaned back and pulled it closer to her mouth. It was hot to the touch, silky smooth, and so fat she could barely touch her fingertips together. Flicking her gaze up, she felt complete satisfaction in watching his white teeth catch his bottom lip the second her tongue licked across the sensitive tip. The grip to her hair tightened.

“Umm, you taste good, Sotarios.” Another slow lick scraping across the top drew a long moan from his throat. Drawing as much saliva as she could, Raine quickly licked her palm and recaptured his cock, giving it a few languid strokes from center to tip. His eyes were closed now, sculpted lips slack, and belly trembling. He was hers for the taking.

Pushing the smooth cock into her mouth, Raine slowly worked her tongue and lips up and down the sensitive flesh in order to suck him in as far as possible, fist tightening with every downward stroke. She knew she could only handle a third of his impressive dick without choking herself out, but she needed him to feel her everywhere. A heady sensation crawled across every inch of her skin, teasing her flesh. Overwhelmed with a need to possess him, Raine threw caution to the wind. Screw savoring. I have to have him.

Bracing her knees, Raine shoved her other hand between her legs and wet her palm with her copious fluids, clit pulsating at her quick touch. Gripping the bottom half of his cock, she began a slippery rhythm of sucking, twisting, squeezing, and hard swallows. Fire licked through her groin at the growly, strained words peppered with his sensuously beautiful language.

“Gods! Redolet. Your scent. I can smell you. Tam pulcher. So beautiful. Ita sentit bonum. Your mouth feels so good. So warm. Aw, Raine. Yes, like that. Just like that. I love it when you swallow me down.”

His hips began furiously undulating in response to her unrelenting barrage of sensation. It took only a few groans and vibrating swallows against the tip lodged inside her throat before she finally broke the chains of the caged beast.

Two large hands planted on her ribcage and pulled her upward. His dick popped from her mouth. Eyes watering, she could barely make out his features before her arms were lifted and the shirt disappeared from her body. Disoriented, she began to fall forward. He gently caught her face between his and a broad shoulder. Panting, heavy words blew hot against her ear as she felt him grasp her waist and lift.

“Put me in you. Now. I have to have you. Gods. I need to feel you, or I’m going to die.”

Fueled by Lust: Geleon

STORY EXCERPT

Easily slipping into mist form, Geleon seeped through the abundant crack of the door and reformed within the shadowed entranceway. Retrieving the phone, he called for the hotel courtesy van, and stepped out into the dim glow of the coming day.

His mind churning out one nonsensical thought after the other, Geleon felt like kicking his own ass as he stomped down the walkway while steadily mumbling his malcontent.

“Don’t bother her so late at night, you’d said. I should’ve come here as soon as Destiny gave me her address. Great! You just had to choose fate’s hardest path, didn’t you? Have you learned nothing? Go with your first gut instinct next time. They warn you for a reason.”

“Hey! Are you looking for Jaelyn?”

Startled, Geleon swung around, instantly assessing the young female standing several doors down from Jaelyn’s abandoned apartment. She was reed thin, her small frame even more noticeable with the oversized pink shift dress hanging past her knees. She was barefoot. Not yet in her teens, the child’s lovely golden skin matched well with the caramel-colored hair running in four rows of tight braids across her scalp. Small ribbons matching the dress held the ends in place. Wide, dark brown eyes accompanied the huge smile. She took a tentative step down from the porch step and cocked her head.

“I saw you walk away from her door. Hi. I’m Bethany.”

Geleon backed up to stand beneath the courtyard lamp so as not to frighten her. “Hello, Bethany. Yes. I’m looking for her. Do you know where she went?”

Her sweet smile drifted away, and she pursed her lips. “No. I’m going to miss her. She always walks with me to the mailboxes so I won’t get hurt. She gives me food, too.”

“That was nice of her. Did she say why she was leaving?”

“No, but she was upset yesterday.”

Geleon’s stomach rolled. “Do you know why?”

Thin shoulders lifted and fell. “She was okay until she opened her mail.”

“Was it white and have fat red words on the front?”

Her nose crinkled and she shook her head. “It was a dark yellow one. Jaelyn tried not to show it, but I could see she was about to cry.” Her chin lifted, chest puffing with pride. “She didn’t because she’s tough. My mom cries all the time. Not Jaelyn. I heard her leaving last night, but my brother wouldn’t let me out of the apartment.” Excitement lit her face, and she lifted to her toes. “She left me a note on the door, though.”

“What did it say?”

“Goodbye, and that she’ll miss me. She gave me five dollars. Wasn’t that sweet?”

“Yes, it was. Did someone come pick her up, Bethany?”

“I didn’t see nobody. She was walking just like she always does, but this time she was pulling a bag with wheels.” She giggled and chewed on the end of one braid. “They squeaked. That’s what made me look out the window.”

Glancing toward the main road, Geleon squashed the need to ask which direction. What would it matter? She might as well have turned into a ghost and melted into the blackness of the night.

“No one comes to see Jaelyn. You’re the first. Who are you?”

He looked back and gave her a warm smile that was in total opposition to his unsettled emotions. “I’m a friend. My name’s Geleon.”

“Are you a wrestler?”

“What?”

She pointed over her shoulder to her apartment. “My brother loves wrestling shows. You look like one of them.”

He had no control over the chuckle releasing to drift across the quiet courtyard. “Oh. No. I’m sorry. I don’t wrestle.”

She shrugged. “Are you going to find her, Geleon?”

“I hope so.”

She threw him a beaming smile. “If you do, tell her that my brother promised to walk with me today so I won’t get hurt.”

“I will.”

“Thank you.”

Geleon scanned the area, wishing he could find whatever was causing this little girl’s fear from something as simple as retrieving the mail. The only thing he spotted was the rapidly approaching hotel van. He needed to pound something. Anything. Without an outlet for his growing angst, Geleon bit his lip and suppressed his instinct to punch the light post. He looked her directly in the eye and calmed his voice.

“Will you promise never to go without your brother? Jaelyn won’t be happy if she knows you did that. The mail’s not worth getting hurt over.”

“Okay. I promise.”

“Good. That makes me happy. I have to leave, Bethany. I enjoyed speaking with you. Go back inside so you’ll be safe.”

The little girl smiled and waved. “Okay. Bye, Geleon.”

He forced himself to walk away. Settling onto the back seat of the courtesy vehicle, Geleon refused to look over to see if Bethany had done as he’d asked. He was already fighting the urge to jump out of the van and hang around until time for her to retrieve the gods damn mail that brought nothing but grief. Pushing out a hard breath, Geleon tapped the driver on the shoulder.

“How far is Silvia’s Diner from here? It’s on Cypress.”

“Is it in the Ridgeway Shopping Center?”

“Yes.”

“About eight blocks. Do you want to go there?”

“No, I was just curious. Thank you.” Slumping back against the seat, Geleon stared blindly at the passing neighborhood.

My precious, sweet Jaelyn. You walked sixteen blocks every day to survive and probably just gave away your last few dollars. You’ll never have to do that again. I’m going to find you. That’s a promise.

ADULT EXCERPT

His eyes flicked up, and he let loose the most erotic sounding string of foreign words as he licked and nibbled along the edge of the material.

“Donec volueris vesci glutiam unaquaevis stilla dulci sucus.”

Jaelyn didn’t have a clue what the hell he was saying, but she hoped it involved his tongue and a lot of licking and sucking on her very eager clit. She cried out as he slipped a finger under the material to quickly swipe against a very saturated pussy before retreating and pushing the glistening digit into his mouth. His low groan of approval of her taste had her trembling and ready to knock him backward so she could impale herself on his fat cock.

Geleon snapped her out of her madness by popping lightly against her ankle. She hadn’t even realized he’d slid the panties down. She stepped from the material and quickly grabbed his thick shoulders as he rose like a tower, gripped her waist, and tossed her onto the bed. He was breathing heavily and stroking his cock again by the time she lifted and braced on her elbows.

“Open your legs. Wide.”

Hell, yeah. Jaelyn spread them without hesitation. His intense green eyes zeroed in on her pussy, pink tongue flicking out just enough to wet his bottom lip.

“I love that you’re hairless. You’ll feel me loving you. Spread those pretty lips with one hand and rub your clit, my foemina. Show me my prize.”

Moaning at the first sensation of her fingers slipping across the hardened bud, she arched her back and dug her heels into the mattress.

“That’s it,” he groaned. “Mmm, I love seeing you touch yourself. Rub it hard, baby. I want to see the pleasure consuming your body.”

The strokes to his cock sped up, igniting her desire to come completely unglued for him. Jaelyn rubbed in a tight circle, clenched her teeth, and moaned as the fire built into a raging inferno, overriding any logical thought.

“Ah, look at that. You’re glistening for me. I can see your pussy flowering and clenching in your need to come. Do you want to come, sweetness?”

“Yes, Geleon,” she panted. “I want to come for you. I’m so close.”

“Stop.”

Eyes widening, Jaelyn immediately stilled. Geleon scooped his hands under her ass and dragged her toward him until her butt hung slightly over the edge of the mattress. Reaching over, he snatched a pillow and placed it under her head. He was back on his knees, gripping her thighs and power sucking her clit before she could blink an eye.

“Ah, shit! Oh, fuck. Goddamn, that feels good. Ummm! Oh, my God!” Two seconds in and she was mumbling nothing but garbage pretending to be words. All brain activity was firmly zeroed in on the hot stud’s mouth attached to her crotch.

Hands slapping against the side of his head, Jaelyn dug her heels into his back and hung on for dear life. Just as she was about to explode, he’d slow to take his time lapping around the sensitive tip, flattening his tongue to let her ride against it to her heart’s content, probing inside her channel to vibrate against her hot spot, and nipping at the tender flesh when she tried to twist away from the intensity. Not once did he take his eyes from hers, constantly watching every reaction, and adjusting to the right tempo, pressure, and technique.

Repeatedly, Geleon drove her to the edge and backed away, consistently shoving her up to a new level she didn’t know was possible. Never in her life had she been drenched in erotic, slippery sweat just from being eaten out. There was no rush, no drive just to get her wet enough to shove a cock inside. It was an intense, savoring, labored effort to cherish and make her cling to him forever—and it was working.

The second his warm, slippery tongue began to vibrate directly on top of her clit, Jaelyn knew she’d just met the master of the muff dive, the genie of the G-spot, and the fucking captain of the clit. She was irretrievably and utterly broken. Never had she felt such excruciating sensations owning the entirety of her body. Every movement had been calculated solely for her pleasure. In a dazed stupor, Jaelyn watched Geleon lift his head, mouth shiny with her juices as he whispered huskily against her mound.

“Come, my love. Let me feel it.”

The instant he sucked her clit fully into his warm mouth and swirled his masterful tongue in what might have been the first six letters of the fucking alphabet, Jaelyn exploded in a whirl of strobing lights, screams of nonsensical mess, and the wonderful sensation of being impaled by the fattest cock she’d ever encountered.

Geleon stretched her limits, touching every sensitive nerve as he steadily sawed inside of her. She clung to his thick shoulders, feeling his muscles quiver as he took his time penetrating her, pausing to allow her to adjust, and utilizing her cream to coat his way. Inch by glorious inch of her magnificent, virile man moved deeper until he fully seated. Pussy grabbing, fluttering, and clenching against the thick meat, Jaelyn shivered as their hot, sweaty skin slid together, hard muscles pressing against her nipples. Husky, rumbling words sent her pussy into a tight convulsion.

“Ah, my foemina. At last, I’m inside of you. I knew you’d be warm, slick, and snug. I’ve dreamed of this. You’re squeezing me so tightly. Yes. Yes. Rock your hips against me. Umm, I love it when you grip my hair. Tighter.”

Insane with the flood of sensation bombarding every inch of her flesh, his hot breath wafting across her skin, and the feel of his silky hair gripped in her hand, Jaelyn lost her mind. She bit his shoulder, just barely catching her runaway sanity before drawing blood. Every muscle in his body instantly tightened, and he pushed up on his arms, neck lolled back and groaning toward the ceiling.

“Aw, gods damn, that was fucking hot,” he ground out.

Her one fleeting, unchecked moment unleashed whatever hold he’d had on his iron control. Bracing his knees, Geleon reached up and freed her hand from his hair, clasped the other at the wrist and pressed both above her head. His eyes were wild and electrically erotic.

“I want to fuck you hard, my wild female. I almost lost my seed when you placed your mark.”