Her fingers slide into my hair, tugging, urging, but I take my time, exploring her with a hunger that’s deeper than lust.Her breathing stutters, her back arching into my touch, inviting more, begging for it without saying a word.
“Beautiful,” I whisper against her skin.“Every inch of you.”
She gasps when my mouth finds the place just beneath her ear, and the sound makes something primal coil tight inside me.I let my hands roam lower, tracing the curve of her hip, the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.When my fingers finally brush where she’s already wet and ready for me, she moans, a sound that goes straight to my cock.
“Vex, please—”
“Not yet.”I circle slowly, teasing, watching her face as pleasure builds.Through the bond, I feel everything she’s feeling, the ache, the need, the desperate want.I add pressure, finding the rhythm that makes her hips lift off the bed, makes her nails dig into my shoulders.
“You’re going to come for me first,” I tell her, voice rough.“Want to feel you fall apart before I’m inside you.”
Her eyes flutter closed, breath coming in short gasps as I work her higher.I add another finger, filling her, stretching her, preparing her.The as my other fingers press against her clit with each movement, and through the bond I feel her climbing, climbing—
She breaks with a cry, inner walls clenching around my fingers, back arching, my name falling from her lips.I work her through it, drawing out every tremor, every aftershock, until she’s boneless and panting beneath me.
“Now,” she breathes, pulling at my shoulders.“Now, Vex, I need—”
I settle between her thighs, the head of my cock pressing against her entrance.She’s still trembling from her orgasm, hypersensitive, and when I push forward an inch, her breath catches.
“Look at me,” I command softly.
Her eyes open, finding mine, and the love there, the absolute trust, nearly undoes me.
Only when she’s shaking beneath me, clutching at my shoulders, whispering my name like a prayer, do I finally shift my hips.The world narrows to the heat between us, the steady thrum of the bond, the electric anticipation coiling tight in the air.
And when I slide into her fully, everything stops, breath, thought, the entire damn world, held in perfect, trembling stillness between us.
Not from overwhelming sensation, though that’s there.But from the sheer rightness of it.The way we fit together, not just physically, but in every way that matters.The bond thrums between us, not invasive but present, a constant reminder we’re not alone.Will never be alone again.
“I love you.”The words fall from my lips without thought.“God, Tessa, I love you so much it terrifies me.”
“Good.”She pulls me down for another kiss.“Because I love you too.Vampire, guardian, anchor, whatever you are.All of it.”
We move together slowly, building not toward explosive release but toward something deeper.Connection.Affirmation.The physical expression of everything we’ve chosen, everything we’ve become.
When we finally crest the wave, it’s together, synchronized in ways that have nothing to do with magic and everything to do with love.
After, we lie together, her head on my chest, as I listen to her heartbeat slowly return to normal.Through the window, dawn has fully broken, painting the room in shades of gold.
“What happens now?”she asks quietly.
“Now?”I run my fingers through her hair.“Now we live.We protect this territory.We maintain the seal.We build a life here.And most importantly, club business goes back to normal.”
“That simple?”
“That complicated.”I press a kiss to her forehead.“But we’ll figure it out.Together.”
“Together,” she echoes, and through the bond I feel her contentment settling like warm honey in my chest.
Outside, the clubhouse stirs.Brothers starting breakfast, the familiar rhythm of family life resuming despite last night’s battle.Somewhere, Prophet is probably still filing reports.Blade is likely checking on the wounded.Chrome is no doubt already wanting to retreat into the wild and shift, he’s never been one to stay in the clubhouse for long.
Life continues.
Because that’s what we fought for.Not just survival, but the ability to wake up the next day and choose to keep fighting.Keep loving.Keepliving.
The seal pulses beneath us, a steady rhythm that matches our heartbeats.
The Khorvath remains trapped, held by our bond and our choice.
