Njáll’s hand tightens around mine when I pull my fingers out. He doesn’t let go of me when I line up, and I keep my eyes trained on his face as I finally,finallypush inside him.
“Fuck,” Njáll murmurs. I thrust until my hips press against his arse and he drops his head back onto the pillow, breathing hard. The tendons on his throat stand out, pulse thrumming beneath that, and my entire body shakes as I wait, trying to remain still.
“Ready?” I ask.
He snorts. “I thought you were going to make me forget everyone else, Maurice?”
I flash my fangs, which makes him laugh, but when I thrust in hard, he cries out in surprise. I don’t stop. He’s not breakable—neither of us is—and from the way he’s grabbing at me, trying to pull me closer, I know he wants this. Wants to be full, wants to ache… And I know I will give him whatever he wants. He should know that, too.
Deep inside me, my magic flares and reaches out as I fuck Njáll hard. The bed rocks, banging against the wall, but neither of us cares about that. I plant my free hand next to his head. He grabs onto my forearm immediately, as though he needs to keep me there, needs me close.
“Keep hold of me like that,” I say, watching the way his eyelids flutter when my cock grazes his prostate, “and I won’t be able to touch your cock.”
“Don’t need it.” His words slur together, and fuck, I thought without my blood he might not be so desperate for it, but heis.
“You’re going to feed my ego.”
“You talkso much.”
“Fucker.” I kiss him again, and he tries to keep up, but it’s difficult when every other breath turns into a moan. I’m not slowing. I’m close already, so fucking close, and my magic is somehow enhancing that pleasure, twisting through my veins as though it has a mind of its own.
I feel some reach out, and Njáll cries out more loudly, squeezing his eyes shut. “Maurice…”
“I-I didn’t…” But he’s not hurt. I don’t think itwantsto hurt him, and for all that I love my magic, know my magic, I have never experienced this before. I have failed to harness it, at times, but I have never believed it has a mind of its own.
Njáll grips my arm even tighter. My magic prickles over him, leaving goosebumps in its wake. I kiss his jaw, and he turns his face towards me, eyes still closed.
“Do it,” I say, kissing him quickly. “You know you want to.”
“Fuck, Maurice—” The cry he lets out makes my cock stiffen even more inside of him, balls drawing up, but that’s not what tips me over the edge. No. My magicsinks intohim, marking him inside out in much the same way I am doing, and as I feel Njáll’s cum spatter between us, I come too, marking him physically as well as magically.
I collapse on top of him a second later, and Njáll grunts but brings his arms up to wrap around me.
“That… Was that…” His voice is almost painfully hoarse, but since it will heal in a few minutes anyway, I allow myself a smile.
It slides off my face a moment later. I can feel him, somehow: his curiosity, his sated pleasure. Have we…?
“I, um…” I trail off, and Njáll lifts his head to look at me then because we both know I am rarely without words. “I think we just bonded.”
“Vampires don’t bond.” The words are flat, but I feel a tremulous mixture of wonder and fear.
“No,” I say. I push up onto my elbows so I can better look at him. “But the fae do. Famously so. Fae bonds are… They’re basically impossible to break.”
“So by having sex just now, we bonded ourselves together for the rest of our lives?”
“And beyond, maybe. They soulbond. We’ve…”
“Soulbonded?”
I can’t look him in the eyes. “Yes.”
When I do dare look up again, Njáll is wearing a wry smile. After a second, he laughs, and his delight—because,oh, he’s happy about this development—echoes through my magic, making it shudder and reach for him.
He shivers when it moves over his skin. “Think I can use it?”
“Does it feel like you can?” I’m not being curt. I’m genuinely curious.
He sighs. “No. That would have been interesting.”
