The orgasm slams into me with no warning this time.
My vision goes entirely white. Sound cuts out. There is only the feeling of my body clenching down, milking him, and through the bond, the sense of his pleasure rocketing off the charts.
“Sarven!” I scream, mental and verbal and everything in between, nails raking down his glowing back. “I—I—I love you!”
I fall apart in his arms, and for a moment I am nothing but shuddering sensation. I feel his awe in the bond, his fierce possessiveness rising to meet those three words.
He follows a split second later.
His body locks, burying him as deep as he can go. I gasp as the wide, pulsing ridge at his base slides past my entrance. The knot pops inside, stretching me to my absolute limit, and then immediately swells.
Oh…fuck.
The sensation is overwhelming. The knot expands, locking us together, sealing the connection so tight that not even a breath could pass between us.
He spills into me with a groan that sounds like he’s being broken open and put back together at the same time. We collapse sideways in a graceless, sweaty heap, still joined, limbs tangled. The stone is unforgiving under my shoulder, but I barely feel it. Every inch of my skin is buzzing.
I nuzzle into the curve of his neck, my cheek pressed to the warm hollow above his collarbone.
“Safe?” his mental voice asks.
I smile against his skin.
“So safe,” I think back.
He hums, satisfied. I close my eyes, letting the darkness take me, listening to the dual rhythm of his heartbeat against my ear and his voice in my mind.
“Rest,” he projects. “I guard.”
He’s not going anywhere. And neither am I.
Chapter 19
NO, YOU CANNOT DO A NAKED VICTORY LAP
MIKAELA
Iam not alone in my own head.
There is a hum in my brain. A low, golden, vibrating sound that feels like sunlight turned into audio. And it’s smug. It’s deeply, aggressively satisfied.
And it is loud.
“Mine,” the thought booms, echoing off the inside of my skull. “Good. Warm. Mine.”
I groan, cracking one eye open. The cave alcove is dim, but I don’t need light to know exactly where I am. I am plastered against a solid wall of radiating heat. Sarven is wrapped around me like a vine, one arm banded across my back, thigh wedged between mine, face buried in the crook of my neck.
I try to shift.
I can’t.
Not just because he’s heavy, but because we are literally stuck together.
His knot is still swollen inside me.
It’s a strange, impossible fullness that defies physics. By all rights, it should be uncomfortable given the angle of my hips against the unforgiving stone floor. But instead, it feels… anchoring. Like I’ve been bolted to him and nothing, not even a tornado, could move me.
I wiggle, just a fraction.
