Mick (The A'rouk Brothers Book 1) (22 page)

“Mick.” Her eyes were big with pleasure.

“Mick, nothing. I’ve had centuries of listening to my half-brothers talk about the thrill of shopping with their mates, and now I have a mate. I have you. I want to do everything, Jaz.”

She stopped and kissed him in the store. She wasn’t sure it was normal procedure, but she needed to let him know how much she cared for him, besides a couple of the women in the store were eyeing him up like he was a side of beef.

That’s right turn away; he’s taken. He tried to buy out the store before she finally pulled him out.

“I don’t think I’ve ever owned as many clothes as are in that bag.”

“That’s a shame. We need to hit some more stores.”

“Not tonight, I’m tired.”

“Ok, do you want to eat here?”

She thought of it for all of two seconds. “Julian and Lucca made a cherry pie today, and there are steak and potatoes in the fridge.”

Mick gave into joyful laughter, “We have spoiled you. Let’s go home.”

They left the Galleria and made their way to the hover Brook was driving earlier that day.

“Soon you’re getting lessons so you can come to the Galleria whenever you want to.”

“That will be nice.” She yawned and closed her eyes.

She opened her eyes to find herself on the couch. “Hey sleepy, you’re awake. I was going to go and start dinner.”

“Could we talk for a minute?”

“Sure.” He sat next to her, and she curled up beside him.

“I’ve never met anyone like you before, Mick. I used to dream of meeting someone like you. I would watch the people around me at my job and wonder what it felt like to be with someone you cared about, but I just couldn’t picture it in the end. Then I saw you. I remember my heart beating fast and needing to get another glimpse of you. I also remember that I knew it was wrong, forbidden, and for the first time in my life I didn’t care.

“They told me I was incapable of love. People like me couldn’t know what real love was, but my heart didn’t care about that after I met you. It kept moving closer and closer to you. I don’t know when it happened, Mick, or how it happened, but I know I love you.”

She stopped and waited trying to calm her racing heart down. She waited to see what he would do. Did he love her, maybe it was one sided?

“Today at the Galleria I wanted to tell you I loved you, but I knew saying it there wouldn’t be romantic. So I was going to make dinner, pull out the candles, play some of the music you like and then tell you that you hold my heart in your hands. I love you, Jaz. I can’t imagine my life without you. Stay with me forever, Jaz mine.”

She lifted up to meet him in a kiss.

“Dinner can wait,” she said against his lips as he picked her up and carried her upstairs.

Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck when he laid her on the bed causing him to follow her down. She gave a moan of pleasure as she felt his body on hers. His weight gave her comfort; it reminded her that he was real, and this wasn’t some dream from which she was going to wake up.

Micks lips touched hers gently, allowing her to feel them moving overs hers. The silken feel of his mouth making her hotter even as he worked her gently. His tongue came out to lick hers bringing a smile to her face before she sucked his tongue into her mouth.

Their tongues clashed and dueled as her body heated. He kissed the side of her mouth before he went to her neck allowing his lips to skim the skin there. She shivered at how sensitive he was making her neck. His teeth came out to nip her as she ran her hands up his back and played with his hair.

She loved the feel of his hair, how it tickled the palms of her hand. He always dipped his head a little when her hands were in his hair like he was saying yes please touch me, Jaz. Her fingers went to his scalp caressing him.

“Mick.” His name came out a little slurred from the pleasure she was feeling.

He was working his way down the front of her throat slowly kissing and nipping at her tender skin. He was dragging it, going so slow when all she wanted to feel was him deep inside of her.

“Let me love you, Jaz. Cherish you, worship you.” His words, his voice, drugged her making her want to feel every soft caress.

His hands went down to the shirt she was wearing. It was a button down, and he slipped the first button through the hole and kissed the skin revealed.

“Please,” she said with a sigh, encouraging him to do it again.

The next button came loose and he kissed her, slowly taking each button out of the hole teasing her with what was coming next. When her shirt was hanging open, he took his hands and swept over her skin with large movements making her eyes widened as her body tried to get closer to his hands. The more he caressed her, the more sensitive her skin became.

She could hear his voice in her head telling her how beautiful she was. “I love you,” he whispered, as he moved to take her shirt and bra off, uncovering the bounty of her breasts. His lips curled into a smile as he looked at her.

Jaz moved her hands to her breast and pinched one of her nipples. Mick’s eyes darkened at the movement, and his tongue licked his lips in greed as she saw a hint of a fang. He buried his nose between her breasts breathing her in before he moved to suck a nipple deep into his mouth.

A whimper of need escaped her as her hips punched up looking for something solid to connect with. Her hands went wild touching him, caressing him, spurring him on. He bit her nipple, and a high keening sound came out of her as her body shook demanding he do it again.

She felt his deep laughter course through her body seducing her as he moved to the other nipple, worshipping it like he had all the time in the world. The faster she tried to get him to move, the slower he moved taking his time.

“You’re my princess, Jaz. My new reason for living.” He licked down her body taking the time to stop and nip at her skin or to suck on little parts of it making her toss and turn with the pleasure. His mind caressed her, reassuring her of his feelings for her, his devotion to her. He showed her how he felt, allowing himself to be mentally bare before her, and then thanking her with humbleness when she did the same.

To be totally transparent before another being was enough to make Jaz cringe, but this was Mick. He was her mate the male she loved. The one she would die for. She showed him everything, being as open as honest with him as he was with her. His acceptance and loved flowed through her; she could feel it like a soft cover that surrounded her keeping her warm. I love you, Mick, she cried out; she needed him to know how real her love was.

He stopped and looked up meeting her eyes. The love in them almost stopped her heart for a minute. She knew with one look that he understood, and he felt the same. A wicked smile curved those chiseled lips and then his mouth was on her pussy licking her, and all she wanted was to get closer to him.

She growled with satisfaction as he took a finger and inserted it before adding a second. Her pussy sucked at his fingers, trying to get them deeper as he sucked on her clit making her hips punch up faster.

“Please, Mick,” she pleaded, needing him deep inside of her. They could go slower another day, now her passion, her desire, her need to become one with her mate was overwhelming.

“Mick,” her voice touched him, and he rose over her like a Prince storming the castle in an old vid.

He moved his hips, teasing her with the feel of his cock at her pussy. He thrust up but he moved back, a smile on his lips. She forced herself to give up her control to him. His hips lowered and she felt him at her entrance. She waited until she couldn’t control herself and thrust upward impaling herself on his thick cock. The two of them let out moans of satisfaction.

He worked his way into her, widening her to take him until finally, she had every bit of his length inside of her. With a slow move meant to drive her out of her mind, he pulled out allowing her to feel him sliding against the sides of her pussy as she contracted trying to hold him in place. Mick was trying to kill her and she loved every minute of it.

His voice rumbled in her ear as he drove deep inside of her pounding her with pleasure over and over again. His hips moved as fast as the words of love coming from him. He praised her, telling her how courageous and smart she was. How amazed he was at how she handled her life. He reminded her how he loved her while driving her passion higher and higher. Her body craved his words like it craved his movements.

Her mind began to splinter as her body clenched and shook. She was going to fall hard when he…Dear Lord when he pounded against her so hard that she couldn’t catch her breath, and her body fell apart and all that was left to do was scream her pleasure to the heavens.

Jaz felt the rawness of love. The feeling that said in both good times and bad times I will stand by your side, hold your hand, and conquer anything that comes at us with you at my side. Mick’s voice rang out with hers as he roared his pleasure while filling her with his seed. Love. She loved him, and he loved her. She closed her eyes and snuggled into his chest, and he turned them to their sides never breaking the connection between them.

Elandra stood with his head bowed, and his back bare as the executioner whipped him.

“I want him.” The Darkness said, reaching out a hand and casually clawing the front of his chest. “And you’re going to deliver him to me. Do you understand what having a guardian will mean to me? Sections of the universe that I am unable to touch will be unlocked when he falls.”

The Darkness clawed his face and Elandra dared not make a sound. A guardian, he wanted to laugh, but the pain made that impossible. Mick was one of six guardians of the galaxy. Not the galaxy that everyone could access but the protected galaxy that was whispered and dreamed about. The section of the galaxy that The Darkness and other forces couldn’t touch. It was rumored that this was where the original A’rouks retreated. If Mick fell, his section would fall with him, and The Darkness would be able to harvest in a place where it could never touch.

“I don’t care how you do it, bring him to me. Take Mitra with you and Elandra, don’t come back without him.”

The Darkness disappeared taking the executioner with him. Elandra fell to his knees unable to heal himself.

“It’s nice to see The Darkness treats you well.”

Elandra tried to sneer, but the pain prevented it. Dante sat on that throne he called a chair. His leg was casually kicked over one side as he sprawled out in it.

“What do you want?” He tried to spit at Dante, but he was too dehydrated to even bleed properly. “You win. There is no way I will be able to do my job now that The Darkness has taken its fury out on me. I will die, and you will be the winner.”

“I didn’t know this was a game.”

“Go amuse someone else with your wit and charm.”

“I would, but you’re the only one dying right now, and we can’t have that.”

“Leave me alone, Dante. I will never be your male.”

“Never is such a long time, Elandra. Why don’t we focus on right now?”

Dante snapped his fingers and Damon appeared with a medbed.

“As you can see he is the patient.”

“Tell me again why we are saving his life?”

“Other than the fact that I want to?”

“Yes, other than that,” Damon shot out, not happy with his brother at that moment.

“A guardian must be able to defeat his foe to keep his position. There is no such thing as guardian by default, and The Darkness knows it. It wants to create an imbalance in the universe that would be worse than if Mick fell. I won’t allow that. Besides, I have plans for him one day.”

“I won’t do it! You can’t make me.”

“Yell at me when you’re better.” He disappeared and left Elandra to Damon.

“Go away.”

“Nope, seems you’re to be healed, and I’m to do it.” He turned around and started programming the medbed before he went over and picked him up.

“I’ll kill you when I’m well.”

“You’ll try. At least I’ll get to have a little bit of fun.” Damon placed him in the medbed and closed it over him cutting off his yells. Then he gave him a sedative to help him sleep so he would heal faster. The things he did for Dante.

*~*~*~*

“Seriously! No one ate the cherry pie,” Lucca’s voice rang out from the kitchen.

Jaz turned concerned eyes to look at Mick. His brothers hadn’t shown up for two days giving them the privacy they needed. Pie was the last thing they had been thinking of. In fact, food, in general, hadn’t been on their to-do list.

“I guess our private time is over,” she said, cuddling back into his arms.

“I’m proud of them for waiting two whole days before busting in.”

“I heard that,” Lucca said from the kitchen.

“So did I,” Raphael said as he appeared in the living room.

“Really Mick, I want to be able to disappear and reappear too, it’s so not fair.”

Julian appeared in the living room. “Please tell me they have ice cream in there.”

“No ice cream,” Lucca said. “But I’m bringing the pies.”

“How can you not have ice cream?” Julian asked Mick like he had just let the world down.

“I brought ice cream.” Dante gave a half smile as he appeared. Along with him were Ash and Brook as well as Eli. Damon appeared after him.

“That is the biggest tub of ice cream I have ever seen,” Jaz said looking at what he had his arms curled around.

“It has everyone’s favorite ice cream in it.”

“Mine is Butter Pecan,” Brook said eyeing the ice cream.

He gave her a half smile, “I’ve got you covered.”

“Dante gets his pie second after I get my pie,” Brook announced to the room.

“Hey!” Ash said from her side.

“Ash, you obviously don’t come equipped well enough…all you need is ice cream.

Brook lay back on the couch she was on and laughed till tears spilled down her cheeks. The brothers looked at her as if they had never seen her before.

Jaz took pity on them. “She is obviously under the influence of the pregnancy hormones.”

The faces around them lightened and then she had to laugh at them. She got her pie third after Brook and Dante. Yep…he had her favorite ice cream too.