"Sing for me," he murmured, his hips moving in a rhythm that matched the melody he'd sung to wake me. "Let me hear how good it feels."
I couldn't have stayed quiet if I tried. The sensations were overwhelming—his vibrating ridges stroking every sensitive spot, his length filling me completely, his body moving against mine in perfect rhythm. Moans and cries spilled from my lips, and he smiled, adjusting his pace, adjusting the vibrations, playing my body like an instrument.
"That's it," he breathed, his thrusts growing deeper, faster. The vibrations intensified, the ridges humming harder against my clenching walls. "You're so beautiful when you come apart. So responsive to every touch." His hand slid between our bodies, finding the edge of my vent, stroking it in time with his thrusts. The added stimulation pushed me over the edge, and I screamed as pleasure crashed through me—my inner walls clamping down on his vibrating ridges, the sensation magnified a hundredfold. I could feel every ridge buzzing against my clenching flesh, feel the vibrations spreading through my entire pelvis, feel the pleasure echoing through every nerve.
He groaned at the sensation—my walls gripping his sensitive ridges, squeezing them, intensifying his own pleasure. His pace faltered, and I felt his control slipping. Through the bond, I felt his overwhelming pleasure—the tight grip of my body aroundhis vibrating ridges, the way my walls fluttered and clenched, milking sensation from every inch of his length.
"I can't—" he gasped, his thrusts growing erratic. "You feel too good—the way you squeeze me?—"
"Don't hold back," I pleaded, wrapping my arms around his neck. "I want to feel you. All of you."
His control snapped. His thrusts became harder, deeper, each one driving him as far inside me as he could go. His ridges vibrated at maximum intensity, the sensation almost overwhelming, pleasure-pain blurring together into something that defied description. I could feel every ridge humming against my walls with bruising intensity, could feel the vibrations spreading through my entire body, making my very bones buzz with pleasure.
I could feel his knot beginning to swell, pressing against my entrance with each thrust. Each time he pushed forward, the growing knot pressed harder, stretched me wider. The vibrations seemed to concentrate there, where his knot met my entrance, making every stretch more intense, every pressure more devastating.
"Going to knot you," he gasped, his voice breaking with need. "Going to lock us together—fill you while the crystals sing?—"
The knot pressed harder against my entrance, stretching me wide. It was more elegant than Riven's—smoother, more gradual—but no less intense. I felt it pressing, pressing, the vibrating ridge at its base making the stretch almost unbearable. When it finally slipped inside, locking us together, I felt every vibrating ridge press against my clenching walls at once.
The orgasm that crashed through me was unlike anything I'd experienced before. The vibrating ridges, the swelling knot, the overwhelming fullness—it all combined into a pleasure so intense I thought I might shatter. I could feel his ridges humming against every sensitive spot at once, could feel hisknot pulsing and vibrating where it locked us together, could feel pleasure crashing through me in waves that seemed to have no end. I screamed, the sound echoing off the crystals, creating harmonics that filled the cavern with music.
Then Vale began to sing.
Not with his voice—with his ridges. Each one vibrated in a different pattern, creating a melody inside my body, a song only I could feel. The sensation was indescribable—pleasure layered on pleasure, each note building on the last, until I was coming again and again, lost in a symphony of sensation. His ridges played high notes against my sensitive entrance, low notes deep inside me where his knot pressed, and everything in between, creating harmonies that made my entire body vibrate in response. Through the bond, his emotions poured into me—love so deep it brought tears to my eyes, devotion that spanned centuries, a joy so pure it made my heart ache. And beneath it all, a fierce possessiveness that surprised me—gentle Vale, who hid sharp edges beneath his beautiful exterior.
"Mine," he breathed against my throat, his ridges still vibrating, still playing their song inside my body. His knot pulsed, sending another wave of release flooding into me, and I felt every drop, felt the pressure building inside me as he filled me. "My muse. My melody. My mate."
"Yours," I sobbed, pleasure and emotion overwhelming me. My inner walls clenched around his vibrating ridges, around his pulsing knot, and I felt another orgasm cresting without warning.His knot pulsed inside me again and again, his release flooding my depths in warm waves. I could feel every pulse, every spurt, the vibrating ridges amplifying every sensation until I couldn't tell where his pleasure ended and mine began. The orgasm went on and on, cresting and falling like waves on a shore, until I was limp and trembling in his arms.
We floated there in the warm pool, locked together, surrounded by rainbows cast by the crystals. His ridges had finally stilled, leaving me oversensitive and satisfied, still clenching weakly around his knot. I could feel how full I was—stretched around his elegant knot, filled with his release, every nerve ending singing with the aftermath of his melody.
"Rest now," he murmured, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "Let the crystals sing you to sleep."
When the heat lulled again, I found myself arranging the space around the pool—gathering the smoothest stones, positioning them to catch the light, creating patterns that pleased something deep in my omega instincts.
Vale watched me work with soft, delighted eyes.
"You're creating art," he observed, reaching out to trace one of the patterns I'd made. "Even your nesting is beautiful." I looked at what I'd done and realized he was right. Without conscious thought, I'd arranged the stones and crystals into a spiral pattern that echoed the carvings on the walls. My omega instincts had driven me to nest, but Vale's influence had shaped that instinct into something aesthetic.
"It's you," I said softly, leaning into his side. "Being near you makes me want to create beautiful things."
"That's the bond." His arm wrapped around me, pulling me close. "We influence each other now. You make me want to protect, to claim, to possess. I make you want to create, to beautify, to harmonize." His lips brushed my hair. "We're becoming part of each other."
Through the bond, I could feel the truth of his words. His presence in my mind was like a constant melody—sometimes soft, sometimes swelling, but always there. Always beautiful.
"Sing to me," I whispered. "A real song. Not through the bond—with your voice."
He smiled, and when he opened his mouth, the sound that emerged was like nothing I'd ever heard. It wasn't the deadly call of siren legend—it was something purer, more beautiful. A song of love and longing, of finding and keeping, of forever. I closed my eyes and let the music wash over me, feeling it resonate in my very bones. When the heat stirred again, it was gentle—a warm glow rather than a raging fire—and Vale laid me back on the stones I'd arranged, still singing as he slid inside me.
He took me slowly that time, each thrust matched to the rhythm of his song, his vibrating ridges playing a countermelody inside my body. I could feel every ridge humming as it slid in and out of me, could feel the vibrations changing with each note he sang, his voice and his body creating music together. The pleasure built in layers, gentle and sweet. His ridges vibrated softly, a lullaby rather than a symphony, each one adding its own note to the gentle melody. His thrusts were deep but unhurried, each one pressing him fully inside me before withdrawing with agonizing slowness.
His hand found my vent and stroked it gently, in time with his song, adding another layer to the building pleasure. I could feel the orgasm approaching like a wave rolling toward shore—inevitable, unstoppable, but gentle. When my orgasm started to peak again, it was softly—a whispered moan rather than a scream—and he followed me over, his song breaking into wordless gasps of pleasure as his knot swelled inside me. I felt his release flooding my depths in gentle pulses, felt his ridges vibrating one final chord of pleasure, felt his love singing through the bond.
We lay tangled together afterward, his knot pulsing gently inside me, his voice humming a soft lullaby. The crystals caught the light and scattered rainbows across our joined bodies. I could feel him still inside me—his knot keeping us lockedtogether, his ridges occasionally humming a soft note that made me shiver with aftershocks.
"I love you," I whispered, feeling the words resonate through the bond.
"I love you too," he murmured back, and I felt his love singing through me—a melody I would carry forever. When the heat finally ebbed enough to rest, I curled into his arms one last time, surrounded by crystals and song and the overwhelming sense of being cherished. Through the bond, I could feel the others—Kaelan's steady presence, Riven's fierce protectiveness, Thane's gentle warmth—all of them waiting, all of them wanting.
