“Brand,” she breathed, over and over, her limbs clasped desperately around him.
He reared back, bringing her with him and settling her upon his thighs. “This is where you belong,” he murmured against her lips as he wrapped his arms around her. “Gasping above me while I kneel in worship.”
He thrust up into her, panting, his hands roaming. Down the curving line of her spine. Into her hips to pull her down and meet her advances with his own. Up the center of her body and around her nape, to tangle in the mass of her hair.
When she used his horns to tug him closer, Brand buried his face into her glorious breasts with a groan, drowning in the ecstasy of dragging his lips and tongue across her flesh, of being utterly surrounded by her. Latching on to one dusky peak, he turned his head and sighed, listening to the fierce cadence of her heart as it beat in time with his own.
His heart, her heart… They were the same.
Brand looked down to where his cock pumped in and out of her sultry heat, her arousal dripping down his straining length, and it freed the ancient thing within him—something feral and possessive and protective—and he felt it like a lightning strike at the center of his being.
His horns curled, fangs dropping as muscles bulged. His skin changed, the deeper color of his rage rising and retreating inwaves, the reddened hue only serving to highlight her twilight beauty when it finally settled in and stayed there.
Brand swelled inside of her, and Luna let out a choked whimper of approval that filled him with more satisfaction than anything else could. He wanted nothing more than to be the source of her rapture, to fuel his own with the indescribable feeling of delivering his mate into the soaring arms of bliss, over and over.
“Touch me, Brand.” She spread herself, exposing her glistening clit. “Please.”
“Fuck. Look at you.”
He gripped her arse tighter, delighted to grant her wish. Circling her in time with his thrusts, he watched Luna move over him through hooded eyes, mesmerized by her abandon. By the pulse hammering in her neck when her head tipped back and she shouted to the rafters above. The furrow between her brows, deepening with every stroke, harder and deeper. Every sweep of his fingers.
All the while, those markings pulsed and shot between them, the light flaring and waning, tunneling further into her with every pass.
Fucking Solyrian, she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. And, when she went silent—when her muscles tightened and her limbs locked her in a frozen arch above him, mouth open to the sky with her own hands buried in her endless waves—he knew he would never be the same.
“Yes, little moon,” he rasped with awe, fingers strumming quicker, hips thrusting faster as he chased her completion. “That’s it. I want it all. Let me feel you come undone around me at last.”
With a wracking shudder, she screamed his name, melting and twitching and trembling, her sheath pulling at him inclamping waves that brought back awareness of how fucking perfectly she fit around him.
He loosed a strangled, “Luna,” when she grasped his horns again, not even stopping to breathe before she was pressing her forehead to his and moving with renewed purpose.
As she seized control, every aching ounce of the mind-blowing pleasure he hadn’t let himself acknowledge bombarded him.
Sweet, merciful Sisters, thefeelof her.
He stared, transfixed and hardly able to breathe, at the goddess before him—completely drawn in by Luna’s unconscious seduction as her thighs flexed and her arms strained. As her breaths stuttered and mixed with his. He was utterly lost in the uninhibited ebb and flow of her movements as she worked her body over him.
She was wild. Stunning.
Her tongue darted out to tease his own. “Does my mate have a gift for me?” She nipped his lip, her eyes wholly silver and dancing with barely-leashed power.
“Fuck yes,” he answered, the rushed words scarcely able to escape his mouth before she was on him.
A thrill shuddered through him with the first nick, her groan sending sparks along his nerve endings. When she bit down, sinking her fangs into his bottom lip, all coherent thought left his mind.
Luna utterly devoured him. Her tongue clashed with his, no longer teasing but taking. The copper tang of his blood filled their mouths, that boneless, wonderfully hazy feeling washing over him. He was helpless against her onslaught, except to sink his fingers into those luscious fucking hips and hang on while she drank from him, ruined him, owned him.
With a heave, Luna broke away, bowing back. “Fill me, Brand,” she begged, her words drawn out into a moan. “I want to feel it inside me when… when I?—”
“Yes, take it.Take it.” Bloody fucking Solyrian, he was finished.“Fuck, Luna!”
She clasped his head to her breasts and tensed around him, and his own raptured bellows joined her screams. Luna never stopped moving, even as she shattered and drew him deeper. Never stopped her gasping words of praise as he emptied every drop of himself into her.
The fiery light between them was blinding, building and building as they came down, their groans no longer from pleasure but from the sheer force of the bond solidifying. It didn’t hurt so much as feel like there wasn’t enough room for the final dregs of blessing it had to give. Not enough space beneath his tightening skin and squeezing chest.
Brand gritted his teeth and held onto her as tightly as he could, as if he alone could keep them from breaking apart.
He’d expected an explosion when it was done—a shocking detonation that would level the world—not the subtle, gentle shift as it lovingly released them. Not the quietly deafening click that rocked him to his core and allowed him to take the first full, truly unhindered breath of his long, long life.
