The rebel seer kobo, p.30
Vengeful Legacies, page 30
part #2 of Leukos Trilogy Series
She pulls me close and rolls us back over and I feel my cock slide between her hot wet folds, her moan making my cock pulse with pleasure. Leaning up, I grab her nipple with my mouth, biting down hard, and she screams, thrusting against me.
“Ride me,” I murmur again, begging. Needing to feel her, needing to be inside her.
She positions me at her entrance and sinks down hard, gasping at the sudden intrusion into her gorgeous body.
“Fucking mother of jelly beans,” I groan, my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
And when she moves, thrusting her hips against mine, I fall for my bloodthirsty beauty all over again. The noises coming out of her could bring me to orgasm alone, but I hold back, letting her use me as she pleases, even though I so badly want to flip her over and ram into her over and over again till she’s nothing but a quivering mess. Mine.
“Caspian, fuck. Your cock feels so fucking good.” She holds herself up using my chest as support, painting me crimson.
“It’s all for you, Little Mate. Scream for me.” My hands find their way to the apex of her thighs in search of her clit. I rub my thumb against the sensitive bundle of nerves and her hips stutter and her breaths turn into pants.
“Come with me, Cas, fill me with your cum, I wanna feel you explode inside me.” She seizes my hands and directs them upwards, tracing the curves of her body until they reach her breasts.
I squeeze them and pinch both nipples simultaneously, and she detonates. As she screams my name at the top of her lungs, her body tenses up and trembles uncontrollably. Her cunt clamps down on me and I follow seconds after her as she milks me for everything I have.
My mark burns and our connection snaps together. She screams again, but this time not from pleasure but from the pain and power of our bonding. Wind whips around us, the pool of blood below us getting sucked up into the vortex, raining us with the lifeblood of our enemy. Jameson’s desiccated corpse turns to dust and scatters in the wind. With a swift motion, I flip us over, now taking the dominant position. Our bond grows even deeper, and I drive myself into her. My crimson stained hair settles around us as I pound into my mate. My. Fucking. Mate.
“Yours,” I hear her murmur in my head. “But you’re my fucking mate, too.”
I kiss her again—an owning, damning kiss. I’m relentless as I destroy her body with my own, making her scream and writhe under me. And before long, we’re exploding again.
When my body settles, my heart stops and restarts again as she whispers the words I didn’t expect her to say back.
“I love you too,” she sighs.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
CASPIAN'S DECISION TO STEAL AWAY our mate mere moments before heading back to the bunker doesn’t come as a surprise to me. I just wish he gave us more of a heads-up, more time to mentally prepare for her being away from us—an hour’s flight away. What if something happens, and she needs us? We might not get there in time to help her.
The memories of what happened at The Pit consume me, and my nails dig into the fleshy part of my palm as my fists clench. The melancholy feelings creep in and I grab my latest project from the desk in my room and start working on it, but after twenty minutes, I still can’t focus. I throw the device down, smashing it against the floor and wince as pieces break off of it. DAMN IT!
I thread my fingers through my erratic curls and pull in frustration. What would Maddox do in this situation, or Scarlett, for that matter? With a plan formulating in my mind, I head to the closet to grab some workout gear and get dressed as quickly as I can. I know I only have a very basic idea of what I’m doing, but maybe spending some time in the gym will tire me out enough to push back all these thoughts and let me think rationally.
Exiting my room and stepping into the living room, I immediately notice Maddox, who is seated leisurely on the couch, his attention fixed on the holo-vid screen. His eyes widen marginally when he sees me and he swiftly pauses the cinematic. “You okay? Where are you heading off to?” His brows burrow with concern.
I shuffle my feet, wanting to leave so I can go work out all this energy that won’t seem to leave my body. “I’m heading down to the gym. I thought it’d be a good idea to keep up with my fitness and pass the time while waiting for Scarlett to come home.”
Mad stays silent for a moment, assessing me before he responds. “I’ll come, just give me a moment to get changed.” He rises to his feet and hurries out of the room.
Why does he want to come with me? Maybe he needs to work out some shit, too. Plus it might be better if I have someone spot for me that I trust instead of asking someone who’s already there.
I leave the living room, open the entryway closet and grab my training shoes, slipping them on. Once I’ve secured them on my feet, I straighten up to my full height as Maddox joins me in the hallway, swiftly putting on his own shoes.
“Alright, let’s go.” He gestures to the door before hitting the button on the panel to open it. “So, the gym huh?”
“Yeah, the gym.” I’m not sure why things feel so stilted and awkward between us. I mean, nothing has changed besides the bond to Scar now including him, which doesn’t bother me. If anything, I’m glad they were finally able to get past their differences.
“Are you okay? I mean, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you willingly go to the gym, like if it wasn’t mandatory or part of a mission…” He trails off probably thinking about the last time we went to the gym together, when we were first scoping out Scarlett.
“Yeah, I’m okay. Just want to keep in shape if we’re going to be going into the field more.” I hate lying to him, but we already have enough going on that I don’t need to burden him with my issues, too.
He peers at me hesitantly, his eyebrows pulled together with worry. “If you’re sure… I’m here if you change your mind, okay?”
Not knowing what else to say, I simply nod in response. The rest of the journey up to the gym is quiet; not uncomfortable, but a companionable silence. I’m thankful that Maddox understands I need some time to process whatever this is. I know he knows something is up, but this is how we work. Sometimes we just need someone on our side, even if it’s just to have a workout buddy or someone to sit with you and not push you for answers.
When we arrive at the gym, we are greeted by the sight of a few people scattered around, occupied with their workouts, leaving plenty of room for us to navigate. The sight of the treadmill catches my attention, and I decide that it would be the perfect starting point for my exercise session. Scar mentioned she runs to warm up before her workouts. I step on the machine and press the buttons until I’m satisfied with the settings, starting off at a slower pace with no incline. Maddox joins me, hopping on the machine beside me and matching his pace to mine with ease.
When we’ve been running for about thirty minutes, my blood is pumping, but it’s still not enough to stop the worry and fear. I know Scarlet is excited, and angry, and I can only assume that her date with Caspian is going well. Maddox and Kai explained what they were planning on doing and I understand she has that need, but it seems like too big a risk. What if something happens? What if Bram comes looking for Jameson and gets a hold of them again—or worse, what if the High Council find her? I stop the machine and my breath is heavy with impending panic. I scan the room, looking for something else to do when I see the bench press and begin making my way towards it. There aren’t any weights loaded on the bar, so I stack up what I think is a good amount when Maddox comes over and laughs.
“Gage, are you trying to kill yourself? You don’t do this often enough for that much. Let’s start a little lower, yeah? I know we have increased strength now, but you still need to train your muscles, and that starts with weight control.” He takes off two weights on each side of the bar before nodding. “There, that should be fine. Alright, hop on. I’ll spot you.”
“Okay, thanks. I guess I probably would have hurt myself if you didn’t come along,” I tease, trying to force myself to get out of my own head.
Maddox looks at me, his expression worried again, but he doesn’t push. As I swing my leg over the seat and lie back, I can feel the chill of the leather against my back, seeping through my shirt. Taking a deep breath, I focus my attention on aligning my hands perfectly on the smooth, polished barbell.
“Ready when you are,” Mad says as he stands by my head, arms positioned to lift the bar off of me if I struggle.
I press the bar up off the rack with a grunt and go through my reps and sets, Maddox giving me encouraging words along the way. By the time I finish and set the weights back down, my arms are shaking and heavy, and sweat drips down my forehead, making my hair stick to my face.
Maddox offers his hand and I take it, his firm grip on my arm helping me upright. He chucks a small towel at my face and I can’t help but crack a grin briefly as I grab up the soft cloth. Taking off my glasses, I swipe my forehead with the back of my arm and dab my face dry, especially my nose, before placing my glasses back on my face, the blurry equipment around me coming back into focus.
Maddox is watching me hopefully. “Mind clearer? Body feeling good?”
I realize he’s right. “Yeah. I can see why you guys use this and sparring as a way to unwind.”
He grins mischievously and pats me way too hard on the shoulder, but I don’t let myself flinch. “Don’t stop now,” he says. “Try some of these next.” Maddox takes me around for a refresher, knowing I haven’t really trained since our fake sessions at Kalvin’s, and before that for the rebellion. It’s not just the workout that’s helped—it’s also spending time with Maddox, I realize, and I make a mental note to do it more often.
We finish putting away the weights that we were using for our last workout before heading back to our pod, my legs—hell, my body aching from how much I pushed myself. As we’re heading towards the exit, I notice Kalvin come through the door and make his way over towards the treadmills. I’m glad to see him here, and I think about going over to say hi, but I just don’t have the mental capacity to hold a conversation with someone right now.
Once inside our pod, I lean back and press against the wall, relying on its stability as I wrestle with my shoes. “Thank you for coming with me.” With a deliberate motion, I pivot to face Maddox, my expression filled with sincerity. “I really needed that.” I turn away from him and place my shoes neatly into the closet, groaning when I straighten.
“Anytime Gage, you know this. You… doing better now?” he asks cautiously.
“Yeah much better, like brand new,” I say with a tight smile. Sure my body feels better, but I know that how that’s only a temporary fix and I won’t feel one-hundred percent until my Flower is back where I know she’s safe.
He nods. “Good, good—”
In the midst of Maddox’s statement, Scar’s bond unexpectedly ignites, causing an intense rush of emotions to flow through the bond, effortlessly bypassing the slight wall I had constructed. I panic and the room begins to shake. Caspian said he’d keep her safe, but something must be wrong. The feelings are so strong! I knew this would happen and I’m so far away!
Maddox’s hands grab me and the pressure brings me out of my head enough to hear his words. “GAGE, Scarlett is fine! She’s just completing her bond with Caspian. See, she’s feeling good—really good—she’s safe, she’s happy!” he shouts, and it takes a moment for my brain to process what he says.
Suddenly I can feel her happiness; it’s not just intensity. ‘She’s safe, she’s just completing her bond,’ I repeat over and over to myself as I close my eyes tightly and force myself to calm down. Everything stops shaking.
“Fuck, he’s not doing too good with Scar so far from him. Maybe I should talk to the guys about it,” Maddox murmurs to himself.
I snap. “I said I’m fine, Maddox. No need for you to say anything to the others—I’ll make sure Scar knows.”
His eyes go wide and he whispers, “Gage, man, I-I didn’t say that out loud.”
“What the hell do you mean, you didn’t say that out loud?
“I mean you got it from in here.” He points to his head.
“We can’t hear each other’s thoughts; that’s just between each of us and Scar.” But even as I say it, my mind is racing. “We can’t hear each other, right?”
Maddox is staring at me wide-eyed. “Fuck.”
As thoughts swirl in my mind, a theory begins to take shape. Maybe it’s a product of her completing all her bonds? But then why wasn’t this something we were told? After everything we learned about the Va’nu, you think they would have told us this?
“Surely they would have given us intel like that?” Maddox growls. “When they get back, we should speak to the Elders and ask why the fuck they didn’t prepare us for this.”
It takes a brief moment for me to register that he actually heard my internal thoughts, sparking an idea. I have to test this right now. “Kai, not sure if you can hear me, but there’s been a development with the bond.”
I feel a pulse of shock from…Kai? What the hell? I quickly check on my bond and sure enough, Scar is right there at the center, but very slightly I can sense the others; not nearly as prominent as Scarlett, but definitely there.
“Gage…? How?”
“It seems like we’re all connected now that Scar obviously completed the bond with Caspian. I was just testing a theory. Finish your shift—we can talk more later.”
“Yeah, I felt the bonding. I had to step away from my patient.” His grumpy tone echoes through the bond, and I can’t help but smile.
Maddox stands in front of me with his arms crossed and his foot tapping impatiently.
I roll my eyes. “I was just seeing if Kai could hear me too. He can, by the way.”
He stops tapping, his eyes go wide and I can only assume he’s testing that theory out himself. “They need to hurry up and get back. We definitely need to talk to the Elders about this. Not that they seem to know anything, or bother telling us, whichever it is. For now I guess we just put a wall up like we do with Scar to keep our thoughts to ourselves unless prompted otherwise. Elias should probably be made aware of this, too. I’ll go brief him. Let me know as soon as they’re back.” Maddox nods to himself before heading back out the door.
“Yeah, I’ll let you know,” I say to the empty room. I debate going back to the gym and my muscles tell me it’s a bad idea—even though they’ll recover rapidly—so instead I sit and prepare to wait, and hope that she comes back to me safely. At least it seems like this recent development might finally be enough to distract me until she does.
“HEY GAGE? Are you awake? Cas and I should be at the bunker in about five minutes. Meet me in the Craft port if you’re up?”
At the sound of Scar’s familiar voice, the relief that courses through me makes me fall to my knees. She’s on her way, so she must be close. She sounds safe.
Hearing her beautiful voice in my mind brings tears to my eyes. I stand back up on shaky legs and I wipe my wet face with the back of my hand. “Yeah Flower, I’m up. I’m heading there now. Do you want me to grab the others?” Selfishly, I don’t want to grab them, wanting her to myself for a bit; if she wants them, though, I’ll grab them. I could never deny her anything.
“Yes, please. I love you, see you soon.”
I whisper back with everything I have. “I love you more than my own life, my sweet beautiful Flower.”
Concern sweeps through our connection—a force to be reckoned with. “Gage, are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m better than okay now that you’re back,” I say, not trying to worry her with the anxiety I experienced earlier.
Leaving my room, I knock on Kai and Maddox’s doors and inform them that Scar is incoming and wants us to meet her in the Craft Bay. The three of us race up to meet her—all of us using that extra strength to push us there faster—and we enter the bay together just as I see her craft land on the incoming side. We get over there moments later, pushing past the people already starting to check and restock, and watch in amusement as the two rebel pilots exit the craft and hightail it out and away from the craft and us, looking like they were about to puke. What in the world is that about?
I keep moving until I see her, and what I see has my heart stopping. My pace stutters before picking up and running to her. “SCAR! What happened? Are you hurt?” I turn furious eyes on Caspian, who’s covered in just as much blood and gore as Scarlett. “What the hell happened out there? I thought you guys were going on a hunt?” I yell. My pulse is in my ears like a drum pounding, and people scream as the earth begins to shake again.
“Gage!” I feel Scar push calming feelings towards me and slowly my heart rate calms, and so does the vibrating earth. “I’m fine—we just got a bit carried away…” She looks sheepishly back at Caspian, who is eyeing me with a mix of concern and confusion.
I wrap her in my arms, blood be damned. “I just… I’m sorry, I overreacted,” I whisper. “But did you know you’re covered in blood?”
She rubs my back. “It’s okay, it’s not mine. Maybe I should have cleaned up a bit before I saw you guys. I was just too excited not to see you all immediately, and I know you have been struggling with me being gone, so I wanted to reassure you that I’m okay.”
I squeeze her tightly. “Thanks, Scar,” I murmur into her blood-caked hair.
Kai coughs from behind me, and I glance over my shoulder at him to see he has his eyebrow raised. Scar giggles, probably at something he said to her. I pull away so Kai can get his greeting in.
“Oh, Scar?” She turns to look at me. “We wanted to wait until you were home to tell you, but when you guys…you know, bonded, well, I think the bond completed.”
She laughs. “Well obviously.”
“No, I mean we guys can communicate now as well. I can talk to Maddox, Kai or even Caspian—even though I haven’t tried with him yet.” I eye the man whose hair is now much, much redder than mine.
Her beautiful green eyes widen as she takes in all of us. “Wait, all of you can hear each other now?”
