His fangs still embedded in my shoulder, he pulls back and pounds into me, his cock filling me until I fear I might break. But I don’t, I adjust for him.
And then he starts a furious rhythm, one that has my arousal flying higher and higher. I dig my claws into his back, spurring him on as I take each stroke. A line of fire ripples down his spine, pure sunlight that hurts my eyes and makes my heart sing.
Pulling away from my shoulder, he brings his bloody mouth to mine, sharing my taste with me. I kiss him hard, our fangs warring as we drown ourselves in each other. Where he ends, I begin, and this is the way it will always be.
“I want you to take what you need.” He licks across my lips then rolls over so I’m on top.
Sliding down until he’s even deeper inside of me, I sit up. He’s magnificent, his skin glowing golden and his eyes alight. Our bond is pulsing with each stroke of my hips, and I bask in him.
He palms my breasts, his hips working with mine as I grind on him, taking every ounce of pleasure as he burns for me. He’s the sun lighting the moon with shades of amber.
Leaning over, I grip his shoulders. He runs his hands down to my hips, forcing me down even harder on him as we move together, sliding and becoming one again and again.
“Take what you need,” he says again, and I press my nose to his throat, inhaling his scent.
My mouth waters, and when I strike, my fangs sinking deep, he groans and his cock grows even harder.
I swallow him, the euphoria of his blood washing over me as another orgasm hits, drawing me down, down, down until I’m awash in pleasure. When he slams my hips onto him and surges inside me, I moan. I feel every bit of his release, our shared pleasure twirling and roping in sparks of gold and silver.
When nothing is left but aftershocks of delight, I pull my fangs from his throat. The wound seals, and his skin is as unblemished as ever. He’s so powerful here in his realm, his magic pooled in a limitless abyss. Will it be enough to stop the shadow already looming at the border between day and night?
“Shh, come.” He pulls me down and tucks me under his arm, one of his hands straying to my wings. “These are amazing.”
I shiver as his fingers tickle the webbing. “I’m not the best flyer.”
“Give it time.” He kisses my hair.
“I’m pretty good with a blade. I trained some, not much, but just enough to be dangerous.”
“To yourself or others?”
I snort. “Both.”
This feels so perfect, just being with him. Quiet and warm, nestled in his love. But my thoughts turn ever back to the threats that seek to tear us apart.
He hears my thoughts. “I have Tritus poring over all the texts concerning seekers. He’s looking for a way to return them to their original form. That’s likely impossible, so he’s also searching for a way to destroy Eraldon’s hold over the horde.”
“If we could be turned back, it seems like someone would’ve done it by now.”
“Yes.” He sighs. “I think you’re right.” He moves to my hair, his fingers searching and stroking me. “Would you want to change back? If you could?”
“I …” I flex my wings a little. They’re part of me now. “I’m terrified of what I am.”
“I know.” He kisses my forehead. “I can feel it. I don’t want you to be afraid.”
“I know. I can feel you there, loving me.” I tangle my fingers with his over his stomach. “There are advantages. The wings. Immortality. But I still sense … him.”
His feral’s claws flash for a moment, then retreat. “I can sense him, too, but I didn’t taste him in your blood.”
“You didn’t?”
“No. Time and Lunarie have purged him from you.”
“And your blood.” I think back to when I first tasted him in the night realm. “Your blood cleared my mind. It was like blumerin soap, washing away the lies. It was so strong that Eraldon made me drink from him until it hurt. It was the only way he could enthrall me.”
His claws flash again, and I can feel the feral pacing around in his breast, its fangs bared. “I never should’ve let him touch you. Never.”
“It’s not your fault.” I kiss his chest. “There were so many things, reasons, events that were in motion long before we ever met.”
