“Linton?”
Kaitlyn’s face is just beneath mine. She is studying my face, her red lips begging for mine to be pressed against them.
So I do.
“What happened?” she breathes, her hand around my neck.
“I have latched,” I murmur. “You touched my antennae.”
“Should I not have done?”
“That depends on whether you wanted me to latch you.” I’m enjoying our murmured conversation between lips which are stuck together.
“What happens now?” She shifts underneath me and my spicket stays firmly in place.
“I don’t know.” I groan as her movement causes another rush of seed. “I have not put my spicket in a female before.”
I scoop her onto her side and place my leg over her, wrapping my arms around my sweet mate whose lips I want to touch until the end of time. Her gorgeous orbs are against my chest, and her long hair is over my shoulder.
Yet more seed fills her.
“I mean, do we end up stuck like this forever?” she asks.
“Until the breeding is complete.” I enjoy another flood, this time from her. I nuzzle at the puncture marks on her neck, lapping over them until they are gone. “You gave me yourself, my Kaitlyn, and I will protect you until the Yeavering ends and we are all dust.”
She puts her hand on my cheek. “Is that all you want, Linton? All of me?”
“I want nothing. Anything you give me is a precious gift.” I lean into her touch. “I would die happy knowing this is all I will ever have, you and me, together, binding and bound.”
Kaitlyn studies my face, water hovering in her eyes. “Do you really mean that?” she asks.
“Of course I do. I lost much in the Night Lands, but I know you belong to me,” I say.
“What did you lose in the Night Lands?” she asks, her thumb stroking over my skin.
“I lost my soul. But I have found it again. With you.”
KAITLYN
When I think Linton has no more chaos, he goes and shows me an entirely different side. Not the roaring creature who is locked inside me, but a handsome, vulnerable one who thinks he didn’t have a heart…until now.
The fact he is locked inside me should be terrifying, but all Linton has done is proved to me I can trust him, with every single inch of his body, and mine. He let me take control, and he made me feel like I was about to turn inside out.
I think he might have even bitten me, but given everything else which has happened, it’s entirely a blur of ecstasy. No man has ever given me an orgasm like the one I’ve experienced. Only Linton. The virgin mothman who wasn’t entirely sure what to do with hisspicketand who begged me not to let him spill anymore.
Who wanted to breed me.
I think he has probably done just that if the strange but pleasurable stretch in my abdomen is anything to go by. I’m not sure I dare look down just yet, but when I do, I see my stomach slightly distended. Linton has most definitely been holding back for some time.
“Do you need to feed?” I ask him as he brushes his lips over mine for the umpteenth time.
He hums. His hand slides up my arm and brings my wrist to his mouth. His eyes don’t leave mine as he bites down, then they close briefly as he sucks down my blood, before opening again to encompass me with his gaze. One, two, three hard, deep pulls and then he lifts away, his tongue lapping over my skin in an incredibly sensual way.
We are still locked and I suspect we may end up like this all night.
Bliss, yet more bliss, flowed through me when he sucked on my wrist. I’m dimly aware he also bit me on the neck earlier, but all of it was caught up in the orgasm to end all orgasms, and if he can do it again, he can bite me any day of the week.
“I must not take too much,” Linton murmurs, doing one of his slow blinks and giving me one of his wet, happy smiles. “You are too precious.”
