I feel him grow hard beneath me and wriggle on his lap. Maxon hisses, his fingers digging into my hips, rocking me against his cock.
I release his neck on a moan and slowly run my tongue over the bite mark. I reach up, gripping each side of his face as I slam my mouth down on his, nipping hard at his bottom lip. Maxon’s groan spurs me on, and I lift slightly, his cock sliding through my wet heat. His hot, rough hands grip my ass cheeks and squeeze, rocking me over him. His growl is possessive and feral when he feels how wet I am.
Lights dance behind my eyes as he pushes in. My breath catches. I forgot how big he is. I whine as he stretches me, our panting growing louder. I want to sink down on him, but I need to adjust.
“Relax,” Maxon murmurs in my ear, sending goosebumps scattering across my skin. I drop my head to his shoulder as he lifts his hips, working his way deeper. I do as he says and melt into him, sinking down further.
“That's my girl,” he says, rocking into me, this time pushing in all the way.
Panting, I pull back just enough to steady myself, my hands still gripping his shoulders as we move together in a slow, rocking rhythm. His body feels like it’s on fire beneath my palms, every muscle tense and coiled with barely contained hunger. My gaze locks onto his face, and for a moment, I lose myself in the intensityof his violet eyes. They glow in the dim light, but something shifts—flickers of red flames dance there, bright and consuming, as if something far more primal stirs within him.
“Beautiful.” His voice is a husky growl, roughened by desire. He reaches up, tugging gently on a strand of my hair, his fingers curling into it.
Before I can reply, before I can even catch my breath, he moves, shifting with predatory grace. His strong hands grip my waist, and in a fluid motion, I’m on my back, the world spinning as he presses me into the grass. Then, with a restless desperation, he thrusts into me, driving so deep it steals the air from my lungs. The force of it tears a scream from my throat, a raw sound that echoes in the air as the overwhelming mix of pleasure and pain collides.
I’m spiraling, tumbling into the sensation, my body quaking beneath him as each thrust pushes me closer to release. The dizzying pleasure builds and builds until it feels like I might shatter, my nerves on fire, my senses drowning in him.
Suddenly, the world narrows and stars explode behind my eyes, blinding in their brilliance, and for a moment, I can’t tell where I end, and he begins. Pleasure crashes over me, violent and consuming, dragging me under until all I can feel is him.
Chapter thirty-nine
Everly
Ishoot up in bed, gasping, the throbbing in my core still pulsing. My body is covered in a sheen of sweat. Oh my fucking god, did I have a sex dream?
Was it real? It felt real.
I don’t even remember going to bed. The last clear memory I have is standing out on the balcony, the cool night air brushing against my skin as I stared at the moonlit garden below. Did Zaria bring me inside?
My gaze sweeps across the quiet room and lands on the daybed in the corner, where Zaria is sprawled out, her head resting on one arm, her long dark hair cascading over the pillows.
Curled up beside her are the wolves, their silvery white coats blending into the plush cushions. Asrai is nestled on a pillow just beside Zaria’s head. Both of them are sound asleep.
I throw the covers off and stumble to the bathroom, fumbling as I turn on the tap. I splash cold water on my face and look up at the large mirror in front of me and gasp. My eyes are feverish, skin flushed, my hair mussed.
“Holy shit,” I whisper. “I look thoroughly fucked.”
Surprisingly, the headache that’s been plaguing me is gone, and my gums aren’t aching anymore. I lean in closer, looking at my teeth, and see they are back to normal.
Exhaling a weary sigh, I turn toward the shower. “What the hell was that?” I mutter.
Slipping off my nightdress, I kick it to the side and step under the warm stream of water, tipping my head back.
I take a small amount of soap, put it in my hand, and breathe in the scent. The smells in Faerie are so powerful and vivid. Even before my transformation they were intoxicating. I lather my body with a sweet, citrusy soap, the scent of lychee and summer fruits swirling around me. My hand brushes my inner thigh, and I flinch, feeling a wave of unexpected anxiety. Snapping my eyes open, I peer down, bending slightly to get a closer look at the mark on my leg.
“Holy shit,” I breathe softly, tracing the bite mark. “It wasn’t a dream.”
My heart soars, a rare feeling of pure happiness and contentment flooding through me. The memory of last night lingers, warm and vivid, sending a soft flush across my skin. We were together; we shared each other’s blood. I don’t feel the cravings anymore, or the tiredness from before.
I finish washing, the cool water doing little to temper the heat still radiating within me. My movements are quick but deliberate as I dry myself.
As I push open the door and step into the room, my eyes are immediately drawn to Zaria. She’s sitting up on the daybed, her eyes half-lidded with a mix of alertness and laziness, like a predator basking in the first light of dawn. Her tail sways lazily behind her, brushing against the soft cushions in a rhythmic motion that seems to match the calm energy of the room.
She looks up at me, and there’s a faint smile on her lips.
“You’re up early,” she notes.
I chuckle softly, running a hand through my damp hair as I cross the room. “Couldn’t stay in bed. Too much energy,” I admit.
