Forgotten Elements

When I came to, I was still in Parker’s arms, only we were now submerged in cool water that came up to my chest. My body was no longer numb, and I was able to feel the aches and pains throbbing through my body from injuries I hadn’t realized I sustained. Although, it wasn’t nearly as bad as it should’ve been.

A buzzing energy came from the water, and I quickly realized it wasn’t normal. My eyes snapped open, and I found impossibly blue water surrounding us. Elemental water. We were still in the realm with the violet sky and multiple suns. Vibrant yellow grass surrounded the small lake, and towering trees surrounded the glade.

The magic in the realm was pure and full of life. There wasn’t an energy drain here, and I was thankful that I no longer had to deal with that shit anymore. It was nice to finally allow myself to connect with nature without worrying about my energy getting drained.

Despite how vibrant and beautiful this world was, it couldn’t hold my attention for long, and my focus shifted to Parker. He’d been intently watching me as I took everything in.

Neither of us said anything at first as we stared at each other in a charged silence.

“What happened?” I finally asked, remembering the strange man, but he was nowhere to be seen now. Had his hair really been purple, or had the poison caused me to imagine that?

“What’s the last thing you remember?”

“We were following some man.”

“Damon. His father helped remove the poison and heal you,” Parker said, his body riddled with tension.

My focus drifted down to my shirt, and I groaned at all the blood and the gaping hole from where I was stabbed. With how it was covered in my blood and probably still had traces of poison on it, I wasn’t inclined to wear it any longer.

“Whoa, what do you think you’re doing?” Parker tightened his arms around me as I wiggled in his hold.

“I’m trying to get this useless, nasty shirt off,” I grumbled as I continued shifting in his arms.

He must’ve realized I wouldn’t stop until I got my way since he helped remove my shirt and tossed it onto the grass, along with my bra when I started tugging at it too. Technically, I hadn’t needed to remove my bra, but semantics.

My nipples pebbled at the cold water, and I ended up pressing myself against the warmth of Parker’s chest. I could’ve attempted to heat up the water, but I didn’t bother trying, not when I had the excuse of getting close to Parker. He groaned at the contact as his grip tightened. His gaze ensnared mine, the intensity causing my breath to stall as my body buzzed with the insistent need to get closer to him. A lightness filled my chest at the thought of closing the distance between our mouths.

What the hell was I waiting for? I could’ve easily died earlier. I deserved to let myself have this moment.

Using my hold on his shoulders, I lifted myself enough to press my lips against his. It was a light touch at first, but it quickly became harder and more frantic.

I’d seen the panic in his eyes earlier when I passed out. He’d been terrified at the thought of losing me. He needed this as much as I did.

When he pulled back way too fucking soon, I whimpered at the loss of contact. Based on the reluctance in his expression and how he still held me close, I knew he hadn’t wanted to stop. With that knowledge in mind, I wouldn’t let him get away with this. I was done denying myself of my wants and needs. There was no way I’d allow myself to run the risk of dying before I got to have sex with him.

I kissed along his jaw, smiling when his breath hitched, his grip tightening as he tried to hold onto his restraint.

“Harmony, you nearly died, we need to take things easy,” he murmured, his voice husky. His groan vibrated his chest as I kissed down his neck and adjusted in his arms so my legs wrapped around his waist.

“No.” I continued trailing kisses down his neck as I shifted against him, feeling his cock straining against his pants. My body heated at the thought of him moving inside of me, filling me up, and had me rubbing against him. The movement twinged the side of my stomach, which was still tender from being stabbed, but I was far from caring. If anything, the pain only strengthened my resolve, reminding me of what could’ve happened.

“Harmony…” he trailed off when I reached down and rubbed my hand over the bulge in his pants.

Before I could do anything else, he caught my wrist and pulled my hand from the water. His other hand was on my hip, holding me in place so I couldn’t grind against him again. “As much as I enjoy the enthusiasm, we can’t—”

“Please,” I whispered against his neck, no longer caring if I had to beg. I was beyond caring about my pride or proving him right.

His body stilled at my words, his hand flexing on my hip. “Please, what?” He finally asked, unable to help himself.

“I want you,” I murmured between trailed kisses along his jaw.

A rumbling groan vibrated through his body and into mine, heightening my need for him. He let go of my wrist and cupped my face, bringing my head up so I could make eye contact with him. I could see the indecision warring within him. On one side, he was worried about my health, and on the other, he desperately wanted me as much as I wanted him. All I needed to do was ensure the latter won.

“Be more specific. I need to hear the words, otherwise, you’ll have to wait until you’re fully healed,” he said, without a single trace of humor or cockiness in his tone. Even now, he wanted to push me past my boundaries, past my comfort zone.

“I want you to fuck me,” I whispered, my aching pussy driving me to say the words in a rush.

He shook his head, giving me a small, rueful smile. “Details, Firecracker. I need details. Do you want my mouth? My fingers pumping in and out of your pussy? I need you to tell me exactly what you need from me.”

While his words brought mental images that had my body coiling tighter, my jaw dropped. All I could do was stare at him in disbelief that he was being a jackass. Based on his expression, I knew he wasn’t bluffing—if I wasn’t specific in what I wanted from him, he’d stop.

“What’s it going to be, Firecracker?” He prompted when I had yet to respond, tilting his head close so his lips brushed mine. As he spoke, he used his hold on my hip to shift me against him, rubbing his hard length against my pussy.

This fucking asshole.

The throbbing need pulsating through my body burned away any embarrassment I might’ve normally felt, driving my next words. “Dammit Parker. I honestly don’t give a shit which one you do, so long as your cock ends up in my pussy.”

Those must’ve been the magic words, because the next second, his lips slammed against mine, and his tongue delved into my mouth. He shifted my hips again and again, creating a friction that had me moaning against his lips and clawing at his shoulders. Without breaking the kiss, he stripped off my remaining clothes, using his magic.

When he pulled away again, I didn’t attempt hiding my whines, afraid he would pull another asshole move and have me beg some more. “Shh, don’t worry, I’m going to take care of you.” Energy skated over my skin as he used his magic again.

He laid me back on the water so I was floating, his magic keeping me from sinking as I tried to sit up. “Oh no you don’t, I want to taste you first,” he murmured as he used his magic to push me back so I was staring at the bright sky.

Anticipation thrummed through my tightly coiled body as he hooked my legs over his shoulders. Pure liquid heat warmed my stomach and core as I waited to see what he would do next. I jerked in the water when I felt the first brush of his tongue against my pussy, licking upward in one long swipe. His hands flexed on my legs as he groaned and repeated his actions several more times. My legs wrapped around the back of his neck, holding him in place, but he didn’t seem to mind.

It was a strange combination, the blissful feeling in response to his tongue sliding against my pussy, finding all the right places that had my body buzzing in pleasure. At the same time, the magic from the elemental water tingled against my skin everywhere I made contact as my magic naturally connected with it, heightening the experience.

A gasp slipped free when his tongue delved into my pussy, and my hands found their way into his hair, holding his head in place as he began devouring my pussy. The way he ate my pussy was like a man that was starving. Like he’d been in the desert for days and had just found water.

His name slipped in between my moans and whimpers as I shifted my hips against his face. This time, saying his name wasn’t a mood killer. It spurred him on as he moved up to my clit, flicking his tongue against it before sucking the bundle into his mouth.

I threw my head back as I gasped, and pure rapture fell over me as I shattered into my first orgasm. Even with his magic keeping me afloat, my head still dunked under the water as I threw my head back.

He didn’t let up as I rode out my orgasm, his tongue entering my pussy again as he pinched my clit between his thumb and forefinger, working it in tandem with his tongue. It was like he had some manual to my body because he knew the right ways to touch me and have my core clenching from the building orgasm. Within no time, I was once again screaming his name as I rode his face, and this time, I didn’t almost drown myself.

The magic holding my body eased as he removed my legs from his shoulders and wrapped them around his waist. My head spun as he lifted me from the water so we were face to face. After only two orgasms, my body was shaking and languid. The tip of his cock brushed against my entrance without the barrier of clothes between us, and I whimpered as I squeezed his shoulders. His lips found mine again, allowing me to taste myself on his lips as he took control of the kiss and eased inside of me.

He kept the movement slow, and I assumed he was being gentle since I wasn’t completely healed. Even with how soaking wet I was, he still met some resistance as he continued easing inside me, and all I wanted him to do was pick up the pace, not caring if it would hurt.

He stilled once he was fully seated inside of me, pressing his forehead against mine.

Even though he’d been slow and gentle, I’d felt a burning sting as he entered me, but as he held still, the burning quickly subsided and was replaced by pleasure. The fullness and the feeling of being complete was the same as every time I had sex, but at the same time, it wasn’t. Maybe it only seemed different because it was Parker, and I’d been waiting for this for so long. My entire body was alight with need and pleasure as a light buzzing filled my chest, but I didn’t have the time or brain power to figure it out. I’d think it over later when fucking him wasn’t the only thing on my mind.

He’d still yet to move as he waited for my body to adjust to his, and so I shifted my hips, making us both groan at the friction. “Your pussy is so fucking perfect with the way it’s squeezing my cock.” He would’ve said more, but his words cut off as I impatiently shifted again.

“If this is how you fuck a woman, then I’m severely underwhelmed,” I said in frustration when he held my hips still.

Most men would have their egos bruised by my comment, but not him. A smirk pulled at his lips. “Oh really?”

Using his hold on my hips, he lifted me so that he slid from my pussy, and just when I began protesting, he brought me back down and slammed into me. My mouth opened on a wordless cry, and I dropped my head back at the fullness inside of me and how his cock hit all the right places to wring pure pleasure from me. He repeated the actions several more times, my moans and screams disturbing the silence surrounding the lake.

“Still underwhelmed?” His low husky whisper in my ear, accompanied by his cock rubbing the walls of my pussy and him brushing against my clit had me clenching against him as I neared yet another release.

Even though his thrusts were hard, he kept them relatively slow, showing the strength in his arms—and magic since I could feel it skating over my skin as he used it to aid in his strength—that he was able to do this without getting tired.

When my next release quickly washed over me and had my body buzzing as my head went light again, I was shocked once again at how quickly he wrung it out of me. Seriously, where did he get the instruction manual on my body? The way his cock rubbed against my walls and hit my g-spot was unreal. It wasn’t like I could accuse him of using magic to make me feel this pleasure—although, if he did, I wouldn’t care. The only magic I felt was to assist his strength to keep slamming me down on his cock, and a light buzzing warmth of his building magic, but it was pure energy, not from a spell.

My elemental magic rose in response to his, building in my chest as my core began tightening again in preparation for yet another release. “Your pussy feels so fucking good. It’s like it was made for my cock,” Parker rumbled as he picked up his pace.

This time, when I crashed over the edge into the most intense and blinding orgasm I’d had yet, he followed as we both called out each other’s names. As we rode out our releases, the building magic between us released, and rather than disperse around us, they intertwined with each other.

As I came down from the high, I realized something fundamental had changed. The buzzing I had felt in my chest had grown, and as I met Parker’s gaze, I instantly knew what it was: a fated mate bond. Parker was my fated mate.