Chapter Forty-One

Chapter Forty-One

Happily Ever After Falcon

Standing in front of everyone, for a moment Falcon panicked. What had he worn? Did he get dressed before coming out in public, or was he standing naked... exposed?

Glancing down, his heart settled. He wanted to laugh at himself. It was so ridiculous to forget if he'd put clothes on or not. But it wasn't. He was standing there... waiting for his Keeper. His forever love. The one he'd been chasing through the world for centuries... had been reborn enough times that finally... he got it right.

Well. To be honest. He got it right, mostly because two of his fellow Guardians took the time to record instructions on how to handle a modern woman. Those instructions hadn't seemed to work at first—but he followed them to the letter—and now he was waiting for his Makayla to walk down the aisle and marry him. Even though she was already his mate. His love, his forever.

Falcon grinned. His baby mama . He knew his mate well enough to know that if he said those words out loud, she'd shoot him.

He looked out at the crowd and unerringly found the two men he'd thanked early. Talon and Hawke. Both men were in their human form and sitting beside their Keepers. Talon had dark hair that touched his shoulders. He was wearing black jeans, a black tank top, and a leather jacket. Even in this heat. Blonde-haired Hawke was dressed the same.

Once again, Falcon looked down at what he was wearing. On this momentous occasion, he had reviewed the advice from the successful Guardians to ensure he got this right. His dark curly hair was a little long, his body muscular, and he was dressed in a black leather jacket. Even though the weather was a little warm. Everything was exactly right.

Falcon figured if the outfit was good enough to get Makayla's attention, it would be enough to keep it. So, instead of the fancy-pants suit she laid out for him... he wore the same outfit that she'd ripped off his body the first time they made love.

The music started and several friends of his mate walked down the aisle that had been created between the chairs. The three brides followed. Together, they stopped for a moment and looked out over the land. Watching the sunset.

He didn't see anyone but Makayla. Everyone else was a blur.

She was beautiful. Smiling. And so enamored of the setting sun. Her long, dark hair curled around her face, and her deep brown eyes sparkled. Her mocha-colored skin gleamed. The white dress she wore... made his heart pound. He kept seeing the orange hair and neon green eyes of her Guardian form superimposed over her human features.

More than his heart was pounding now. He didn't know if he'd make it through the ceremony. Then she was standing beside him, taking his hand in hers. And the roaring in his brain grew. When she said the words, "I do." He tuned back in for a moment.

He looked at Natasha, who was waiting for the— I dos— from each couple. His heart skipped a beat when it was his turn. "I do," Falcon promised. Meaning every word. Finally, Natasha pronounced them married. He could kiss the bride. He would do a lot more than kiss her. Reaching down, he scooped his mate into his arms—and ran for the gates.

His spaceship was parked right outside. Makayla wasn't fighting him. She was panting. "Hurry," she demanded.

The door went up and closed behind him. He already had his mate on the floor. Her skirts bunched up around her waist... she wasn't wearing anything underneath. He looked up and grinned at her. Then he buried his face between her thighs.

Falcon loved the taste of her, the warm and spicy essence that was all Makayla. He lapped at her sex, glorying in the strangled sounds she made, loving the incessant pulls at his hair and the frantic thrust of her hips.

"Mine," he growled as he pushed her even more. He ground his face into her, thrusting his tongue deep and abrading her swollen clit with his upper teeth. He held her captive as she screamed through her orgasm and struggled to get away from his feasting mouth as she simultaneously begged him for more. And he started all over again. She was his now. Forever and ever.

He made her orgasm again and again. Until Makayla was sobbing.

She was dazed, whimpering when he climbed up her body. Needing to fit his throbbing cock in its forever home.

Falcon gently kissed her forehead and then brushed his mouth over each closed eyelid as he moved slowly back to her mouth. He used his tongue to wet her lips and then delved deep. Kissing her, ravishing her...claiming her in an endless fusion of mouth on mouth. It wasn't enough.

He pushed forward, nudging his cock against her weeping core. With no hesitation, she opened for him, pulling her thighs apart and wrapping her legs around him as she rocked her hips upward, encouraging his possession.

Falcon used his arms to push his chest away from the sweet temptation of her body—he would look in her eyes as he claimed her. "Look at me," he said hoarsely, willing her bemused dark brown gaze to meet his. He wrapped her silky hair around his hand and tugged. Insisting, she look into his eyes.

"You are mine, Makayla. Mine forever," he proclaimed as he pushed his throbbing shaft into her slick heat. "Mine. Mine. Mine!" he repeated deliberately as he punctuated his claim with several hard thrusts.

"Yessss!" she screamed, and he kissed her. Using his tongue to wet her lips and then delve deep. Kissing her, ravishing her…claiming her in an endless fusion of mouth on mouth, body in body. It wasn't enough.

Thank the gods. Her tongue raked across the swollen little bump on the roof of his mouth. When she raked across it, the release of liquid pollen had an immediate result. The savory essence seeped into every cell—the aphrodisiac ricocheting through their bodies—making everything more sensitive. Pushing the craving for each other higher, until they hovered on the edge of madness.

He felt her body clamp around him. The sweet torture increased as he pulled the front of her dress down, then lowered his head to trail his tongue across her chest until he could concentrate his efforts on the tip of one breast. She moaned as his tongue flicked across the sensitive bud and thrashed at the combined sensations of his cock pounding against her clit while his mouth suckled greedily at her nipple.

Gritting his teeth, Falcon struggled for control as Makayla's inner muscles locked around him. He never wanted this to end.

Falcon's hips jerked. Makayla's body was a furnace of wet heat. She was swollen and sensitive and demanding as she contracted rhythmically around him. He couldn't stop himself as he cried out in ecstasy. He had to move. He started hard and slow. Thrust. Thrust.

"Harder," she cried.

He slammed against her. Slapping his balls against her ass. Pound. Pound. She felt so good. Tight. Hot. His.

Urgently, he rocked against her with his hips as his mouth teased over her breast. Her frantic movements below him drove him higher, forced him deeper within her hot clenching passage. She was scalding him with her hot cream. Tight, she was so wonderfully tight.

"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod," Makayla shrieked wildly.

He felt her tremble beneath him. Until she was shaking so much, he couldn't tell when one orgasm ended before another began.

Falcon could feel his eruption building, spreading throughout his body. With a hard thrust, he sank balls-deep into his woman. Losing his mind and finding the missing pieces of his soul. It was bliss. It was definitely worth waiting untold centuries for.

"You are mine, Makayla. Only mine. Forever and always."

"Happily, ever after..." she whispered and giggled. That giggle tipped him over the edge, and he exploded into a violent orgasm.

Daxter

He stood ramrod straight, wearing the dark reds and blues of the royal house. He was getting married today. He knew his parents were there. Along with a few of his siblings. But he didn't care. He wanted his mate. Needed his mate.

The dragon was being more than a little insistent. And then the music started.

He didn't listen to it, he just watched. Watched the other women pass by and didn't care. And then she was there. Gazing out at the sunset. He was lucky she had forgiven him. His Lauren. She looked amazing.

Time skipped past him, and they both promised their lives... one to the other.

He'd already claimed her... but now she claimed him. When they finished repeating their vows and Falcon took off with his mate, Daxter sighed in relief. He roared his claim to the heavens just as the sun went down. And then he picked up Lauren and ran for his lair.

He slammed the door shut and locked it before he sat Lauren down. Then he slid his hands downward and skimmed the dress off her body, pushing it down so he could have access to her.

Her body melted when his hand came up and cupped her breast. She pressed into his palm. "Please, touch me," she begged.

When he didn't move fast enough for her, she jumped up and wrapped her legs around his hips. Forcing him to give her what she craved.

She held his mouth to her breast and strained for more.

He laughed and complied with gusto.

Her eyes opened when the dark bands of ink moved across his skin. As he did the first time this happened, he kept her locked in place so the dark strips could slide onto her flesh. The dragon was gifting her with more of him.

Her body would absorb some of the marks while the rest spread out, working with Dax's body and mouth to drive her crazy. They pulsed, vibrated, and moved inside her. Teasing her inside and out. They pushed her to peak and kept her from going over. Torturing her with pleasure. Her body caught fire, and she burned, needed.

She gyrated over his cock, and Dax cursed the clothing he wore. The fire created by the bonds increased. "I can't breathe, I can't think," she moaned. And thrashed in his arms.

Dax watched her with heavy lids, quickly moving to place her on his bed. She was beautiful, mindless, and craving what only he could give her. He stripped his pants off and fit his body over hers.

He leaned down and kissed her, flicking her nipples with his fingers, and swallowing her moans. Then he moved his body down, mesmerized by the satin texture of her flesh. Watching a deep blush of red bloom across her face and upper chest, he traced the red as it covered her breasts. Breasts crested with full areolas and dark puckered nipples.

Raising his gaze, Dax moaned. "You looked so lovely," he said hoarsely. "And now you are mine." He glanced down at the strip of tight curls between her thighs. Breathing deeply, he allowed the spicy fragrance of her growing arousal to envelop him.

He lowered his body and enjoyed the sensation of smooth flesh sliding erotically together. Reaching one hand down to her thigh, he pulled her leg up, opening her wide enough to rub the tip of his cock through her slick folds.

She panted beneath him. Caught in the sensations and straining for more.

Sucking in a sharp breath, Lauren's gaze locked with his. For a few seconds, the shields keeping him out of her mind dropped. They had connected, tied their souls and hearts together. Their life spans together. Flexing his hips, he played the tip of his cock over her clit. Teasing.

He stilled for a moment, trying to regain some measure of sanity.

"Please, Dax. Oh, God, don't stop!" Moaning, she moved her hips, trying to entice.

With his body over hers, he kept her locked in place. Open to him. Dependent on his every touch and stroke. He wanted her wild. Trailing his lips, teeth, and tongue over her skin—he leisurely smoothed his hand down her belly to slip over the trim curls at her mound. He dipped in the sweet warmth between her thighs.

Finding her wet, slick passage, he groaned in delight. Spreading the silky moisture over her labia to coat her clit, he tormented the little nub with his fingers. Dax teased, making Lauren buck and thrash beneath him. Her keening cries and gasped demands spurred him to move between her legs, to gently spread her plump outer lips and expose her glossy, pink heat.

Sticking out his tongue, he licked. That one taste of her spicy essence shot through his system. Sprawling on his stomach, he put his hands on her hips and held her in place. Brought her sex to his mouth to feast.

His tongue was longer than most, a little rougher. And he could increase its stiffness and girth.

He groaned when her fingers clutched the short hair on his head and pressed him to her. She wasn't letting him get away, and that possessive hold spurred him on.

Lauren convulsed wildly when he pinched her clit with his lips. Plunging his tongue deep, he laved her, flicking rapidly. Concentrating the movements of his tongue on her swollen nub, he inserted his middle finger into her core and stroked. The living strips of his tattoos added to her pleasure until she was hovering on a threshold that had her body shaking. With one more swipe of his tongue, she exploded in release.

But it didn't stop. It just built again and again. Until finally, a more intense orgasm ripped through her and blasted every cell. It took long minutes before she could breathe without panting and Daxter crawled up her body and slid his cock home. "We aren't finished," he warned her.

Lauren laughed. "This is a good way to start our happily ever after!"

Viktal

He stood there in his newest kilt and not much else. It was silly to wear shirts in this heat. So, he wore the kilt and his armbands. And waited for Kaitlyn.

When he saw his mate, he blinked. She was... so beautiful. So... exposed. Her nipples were hidden, but he could plainly see the globes of her heavy breasts. Breasts that were heavier because she carried his child. This... goddess was his. And his alone. He didn't pay attention to the ceremony. His eyes were for his mate, bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun. When she hesitated, he knew it was because she was gazing out at that ball… sinking below the earth. When it was gone, she turned and headed straight for him.

And when she made it to his side, she had a look... a teasing look that let him know the dress she wore... was for him. To make him crazy with lust. It worked.

When Natacha said he could kiss his bride. His lips met hers for a hot second, and then he pulled back and threw her over his shoulder, sprinting for the desert. He'd pitched his traveling tent far enough from the gates that no one would hear her screams for just this reason.

The small tent was nothing but bed furs. He sat her down and looked at the sheer material that wasn't covering much of her chest. But he couldn't see her nipples. And he wanted to. He unsheathed his knife and, with one careful swipe, cut her out of the dress.

She sucked in her breath and started laughing. "You ripped the dress."

He growled. "It served its purpose."

Raking his gaze down her body, he sucked in a silent breath. His mate was so beautiful.

Moving his eyes lower, he felt his cock twitch in anticipation. The hair on Kaitlyn's mound was all springy curls, the same color as the hair on her head. As she restlessly moved and shifted her legs, he saw moisture glisten on the soft, hidden flesh of her pussy. The remembered taste of her brought a heated rush of urgency to his shaft.

From the beginning, Kaitlyn's succulent body and her sensual responsiveness hypnotized Viktal. He loved the feel of her petal-soft skin under his fingers. He remembered the soft give of her breasts under his hands and the beaded, dark nipples thrusting demandingly into his palms. He could barely wait to have her inner muscles milking his cock.

He couldn't take much more. The sight of her naked and waiting for him zapped through his soul. He moved his hands, setting his palms on the outer side of each breast, and then he slid his hands up and around her marvelous globes. Gently he teased the edges of the dark rings of color, not allowing himself to touch those nipples, even though they'd hardened into teasing pebbles. His mouth watered as he thought of tasting her. Sucking on her.

Kaitlyn sucked in a breath. "Viktal."

Meeting her gaze, he could see the need flare within her heavy-lidded eyes. She shifted her attention downward. He looked down too and became caught in the vision of his large hands moving over her flesh, his cock thrusting to the sky as he played with her breasts, and she moaned in arousal and desperate need.

He liked Kaitlyn needing his touch.

Slowly, he moved one hand to the top of her right breast and pinched the nipple between his thumb and index finger. He rolled it and she pressed against his hands as he continued to pinch and release the hard bud. His mate liked that touch.

"Ah, God. Please. Your mouth, please!" Kaitlyn begged.

He bent over her to capture her whispered demands with his lips and made love to her mouth.

Kaitlyn immediately reached up to wrap her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Their mouths met. Merged. He drew back and used his tongue to trace her lips and then spear inside. Which was what he wanted to do with his cock. Her response to his kisses was a wild, uninhibited joy. As he ravaged her mouth, he tugged again at her nipple and she gasped, throwing her head back.

He could no longer resist the mouthwatering temptation of her breasts.

Trailing his mouth down her chin, he laved over her throat, nipping and sucking on her skin. She tasted incredibly sweet. With deliberate slowness, he followed a path down her chest, finally taking a nipple into his mouth. He moved his hand to plump up her breast as he suckled the tip and pulled on it with his teeth, releasing it to blow warm air over the top.

Kaitlyn hissed, "Oh God, Viktal!" She struggled with him, the sharp tug on his hair demanding he put his mouth back on her flesh. Kaitlyn was frantic. Through their mating link, he knew she was strung so tight she worried she would break into a million pieces.

Viktal took one of her hands into each one of his and rubbed them over his chest and into his hair. He wanted her to hold the mating nubs.

She exclaimed in joy as her hands tightened around his horns. He grinned when she went wild as he touched her core. Viktal's fingers shaped her, spread her, and caressed her into madness while he kept suckling at her breast. She writhed and moaned underneath him, and he felt her fear of the intense feelings spiraling from his teasing fingers. She wanted his body over her—plunging hard and deep. She pulled on his horns, and he laughed.

He mouthed words into her flesh. "Kaitlyn, love. You taste so good." Viktal lowered her to the furs and fit his body between her legs and positioned her knees over his shoulders. Then he buried his face in her flesh, licking and suckling her sensitive folds.

She didn't let go of his horns, but she shook her head from side to side, moaning, straining for release. When he drew her hard bud into his mouth and then plunged his tongue into her clenching passage, Kaitlyn cried out and sobbed. Her body shook with the intense wave of her orgasm. He let her take a deep breath, then started again.

The second time he played with her. Teasing. Using his mouth and fingers to bring her close to the peak and then let her settle, only to start again. By the time he let her come, she was wild and sobbing. Mindlessly begging him to fuck her.

Smiling and eager, Viktal climbed up her body and fit his swollen crown against her slick flesh. This was heaven. He flexed his hips just enough until the engorged head of his shaft breached her, spreading her entrance. Pulsed. He slipped in a little and backed out. Then did it again. Teasing.

"Damn, so sweet. Tight, love this," he gasped. Viktal punctuated his approval by surging forward until he buried his long length deep inside her.

Kaitlyn hissed in reaction and her internal muscles quivered around his flesh. They both groaned in ecstasy.

His pubic bone nudged her clit with the forward motion, and his heavy balls smacked her ass. He pulled out of her tight heat and pounded forward. And again. Faster.

"Harder! More!" Kaitlyn pleaded as she threw back her head, arching her hips to meet each demanding thrust. For a long time, the only sounds they made were grunts and moans as they struggled to satisfy the primal hunger they felt for each other.

As he burst within her, Kaitlyn screamed. Her body clenched tightly and convulsed with him in crushing pleasure. Viktal roared and collapsed over the top of her.

She giggled and pushed. He moved, taking her with him, pulling her over his body.

"What a wonderful beginning to our happily ever after," she sighed.

Zandhor

When the newly married couples disappeared, Zandhor was prepared. He hadn't been alone with Tallie for days. And he needed her. When she walked down the hallway, he reached out and pulled her into his body. "I have something you need to see," he whispered in her ear.

She laughed and went with him eagerly.

He opened the door and pulled her inside, immediately turning the lock. She turned and gasped when she saw the bathing room. It had an enormous shower with several benches.

He couldn't wait. His hands went to her clothing, and he helped her step out of the long, flowing pants. Then stripped off his own.

He ground his teeth together as Tallie's hands slid up and down his chest, raking back and forth over his nipples. Each pass of her sweet flesh caused a chain reaction within him. His cock twitched and expanded. He bent to put his mouth on her.

Suckling at her breast, he played for long moments with the tight bud of her nipple, lightly biting. Breathing deep, he savored the unique and wonderful scent that was Tallie. Her fragrance called to him. It was sweet and musky, and he could easily become addicted.

Moaning, she arched into his delicate touch as he teased and tasted her. He rolled her pert nipple against the roof of his mouth and then released it to torment the other. Her escalating cries of passion filled the room.

He kissed his way down her body, moving slowly so he could ravish every inch of her flesh, sipping first at her belly button and moving down to lick the lush arch of her lower stomach. The soft pink curls hiding her sweet-scented mound were moist with yearning, and he drew more of her body's perfume into his lungs. Arousal blasted through him, and the burning need to mate with her increased.

He pushed down her panties—easing them from her legs and throwing them in the general direction of her clothing. Turning back, the sight of her naked body mesmerized him—spread before him, with her flesh gleaming. He backed her to one of the benches and motioned for her to sit.

"Open for me," his voice hoarse as he commanded her, "I want to see you."

Without hesitation, she did as he demanded and moved her legs wider. He put his hands between her thighs and parted her folds. The rumbling started deep in his throat at the vision of the rosy, swollen tissue. Weeping for him, her sweet cream oozed from her tight passage.

Lifting her hips so he could position her for his mouth, he buried his face between her legs—intent on capturing her essence on his tongue.

"Your tongue," she gasped. "I didn't realize it was ribbed!" Tallie whimpered and tried to shut her thighs when he swiped his tongue over her center.

Zandhor used his elbows to keep her open to him, refusing to allow her to escape. Closing his eyes, he lost himself in the taste and pleasure of this incredible woman. Ignoring the pull of her fingers in his hair, he worshipped her rich flesh with his mouth. Flickering and stabbing against her, then plunging his tongue into her liquefied core, he forced her uninhibited responses higher.

He smothered attention upon her hardened bud, dragging his tongue over her again and again. Sobbing and thrusting her hips to meet him, she finally succumbed to his fevered caress.

She screamed through her first release and when he didn't stop, her screams turned to more sobbing demands. His woman was completely enamored with his tongue.

Reaching down, he lifted Tallie to her feet and pulled her into his arms, kissing her hungrily. He inserted his hand between their slippery bodies to palm her breast, lightly pinching the nipple between his thumb and finger. Tallie gasped in his mouth and gyrated her body.

Moaning, she shifted against him with each movement. Drawing back, Zandhor switched their positions and turned her around, helping her bend over and place her hands on the bench.

He lifted Tallie and shifted her tail to the side. Taking his cock in hand, Zandhor pressed forward, guiding his length inside her slick passage. Immediately, he pulled back and then rocked his hips. Faster and faster. Leaning over, he wrapped his arm around her waist, smoothing his hand down her stomach until he could delve between her folds and stroke the tight bud of her clit.

Zandhor rode Tallie's first climax, gritting his teeth to keep from joining her. When she shattered a second time, he pumped his cock furiously and allowed his body to explode.

"Ah, Tallie. The days have been too long without you. I want to start planning our future."

She grinned and nodded. "We can find our own version of happily ever after."