Our souls and hearts
Shall be as one
And in exchange our charge
To heed the call we do pledge
The sacrifice be done.
That our love will persist
In this life and beyond
That fate has gifted
This truest love
Our souls’ eternal bond.
My heart. My soul. My love. My breath. My life. My moon. My stars.
A subtle glow ringed Trystan’s blue eyes as the last words fell from their lips, and Marc found himself enchanted by the windows to Trystan’s soul.
“As fate has chosen each of you for the other, let the Goddess, as she bears witness this night, offer her blessing as you consummate your union and seal the bond between your hearts and souls.”
Hands still linked, Marc pressed closer and captured Trystan’s lips with his, and Trystan returned his kiss.
High Priestess Arwyn stooped and lifted the basket, now filled with their clothing, and walked away, leaving Marc and Trystan alone in the nude and in each other’s arms, beneath the moon and stars with nothing but each other.
“This night is ours,” Marc mumbled into their kiss. He slid his hands to Trystan’ hips then buttocks and found Trystan’s neck with his lips.
Fire trailed Marc’s hot, wet kisses as he nibbled and sucked the flesh down the side of Trystan’s neck. Marc nipped at the tender spot where his neck met his shoulder, eliciting a guttural whimper from Trystan. The tender bite sent a tingling heat straight to Trystan’s groin.
Marc guided Trystan to lie down on the bed of night lily petals, lips locked and tongues exploring. Lifting both hands and wrapping them around Marc’s strong neck, Trystan tugged Marc over him. Marc’s erect member slid alongside Trystan’s small one, and Trystan’s muscles clenched. Trystan’s body ached with the need to be filled and taken by his mate. Even the sensations of Marc’s cock rubbing his drove Trystan to new heights.
Raw need flooded Marc. Something far more primal—animalistic even—than he’d ever experienced before. Marc reared back and found Trystan’s entrance. He rubbed the bulging head of his manhood over his wet folds and groaned, his desire to mate with this man pushed beyond his control.
Marc pushed inside, slipping into Trystan’s tight heat with relative ease. Trystan’s head fell back, lips parted. Soft moans escaped him as his mind slipped into an abyss of unbounded joy. Falling to his elbows, Marc covered Trystan’s body with his. Marc’s masterful lips and tongue captured Trystan in a passionate kiss as Marc thrust inside his mate, needing release.
Marc’s feral gaze, darkened with lust and need, burned into Trystan’s.
Trystan panted. Marc’s member stroked his insides with heated perfection, glazing over a deeply sensitive spot that had his heart racing. Sweat beaded on Trystan’s skin as he clawed at the grass and petals. A euphoric sensation built within, and he felt himself about to erupt. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes. His mouth fell open, heat and pressure and utter joy surging inside.
“Marc…”
“Let go,” Marc grunted. His muscles tensed and a loud grunt escaped him. He slammed into Trystan, sinking to the hilt, and emptied his seed deep inside his mate. He thumbed Trystan’s cock and stroked him until he let go.
Trystan’s body jerked as an uninhibited cry fell out of him.
***
As first light broke, the moonflowers closed their petals leaving their fragrance to linger throughout the gardens. Warmth pressed to Trystan’s back as he lay on his side, the night lily petals soft beneath him. Content, Trystan moaned softly, nestling into the strong, larger body behind him. Marc tightened his arm around Trystan, pulling him in close as he nuzzled the back of his neck. Legs tangled, the two luxuriated in each other’s embrace, undaunted by the dangerous path awaiting them.
The serenity of early morning could not have predicted the events to come.
As Trystan lay in the Marc’s arms, the wind whistled through the garden. Trystan opened his eyes. A cloud of mist materialized before him, taking on the indistinct shape of a woman. Before Trystan could react, the ghostly mist swirled and invaded Trystan’s nose and mouth. The mist filled his lungs, stealing his breath.
Gasping for air, Trystan jolted out of Marc’s embrace and rolled onto his back. He wheezed, dragging desperately needed oxygen into his lungs, but no amount of air alleviated the feeling that he was suffocating.
