I fell to my knees with a keening gasp of pain as the magic flooded my system,overwhelming my senses and setting my nerves on fire. My vision blackened, scenes of my life flashing before my eyes as I clung to the desperate desire to see Rohak again.
At some point, I fell sideways, my head thunking against the stone with a force that almost sent me into oblivion.
Hours passed, eons flashed as I saw Elyria made and unmade, the knowledge of the cosmos just out of reach. I thought for certain my brain would melt through my ears with the searing heat that was roaring through my veins.
With no warning, the heat lifted, cold rushing to fill its place as the Rune Magic grabbed whatever was writhing in my chest andpulled. Out came the bone blade, clattering to the floor, its runes pulsing with a bright golden light.
I felt cold, bereft of something I couldn’t quite name. Different and changed irrevocably.
Was I still me?
“Now, Faylinn. Now,” Fate pleaded as I felt the very foundation of the palace shake. Rubble fell to the stone floor with soft plinks as I bonelessly grabbed the knife. I pushed to my knees, naked once more, before standing on unsteady, shaking legs. My limbs sagged as I shuffled forward, my bare feet scraping bloody over the rough stone.
Fate leaned forward in his throne, nearly falling forward onto the knife that I thrust upward with my remaining energy. I placed a hand on his back to steady myself as the knife lodged itself in his sternum. Immediately, the golden light on the runes of the blade flared to life before filling Fate’s empty chest cavity.
I fell back on my bare ass, energy completely depleted with the sheer weight of this place pressing in all around me, making my bones heavy as stone.
Bright light filled my vision as Fate slowly filled out, finding enough strength to stand once more. The light pulsated outward, coating Meru with its sparkling intensity and eviscerating my body into tiny, shiny particles of dust.
My immortality was no more, but Fate and Meru were safe, if only for a little while longer.
Arms stretched languidlyover my head, and I groaned as muscles stretched and joints popped. My body was deliciously soreeverywherefrom the countless times Rohak and I took pleasure in each other’s flesh. After my visit to Meru, I’d woken on a gasping cry, body sweating and shaking with emotion that flooded the Bond and woke Rohak. His eyes softened in understanding and undiluted appreciation as he rolled me beneath him and filled me with one strong thrust, chasing away any lingering pain.
I hummed in contentment, the Bond pulsating in time with the ache between my legs.
Now that we’d finally consummated the Bond, it was insatiable, constantly pushing Rohak and me to fuck continuously until we’d made up for lost time. Thankfully, after nearly a half dozen rounds, it started to settle in my soul.
The mountain of muscle draped across my back twitched and moved as if the Bond woke him with me. Rohak turned so his naked chest was pressed against my shoulder, one arm resting beneath my head while the other draped heavily across my breasts and upper stomach. I canted my head slightly to the side, taking in the beauty of the formidable General Rohak d’Alvey while he slept. His face was relaxed, the ever-present frown lines gone; his eyelids fluttered as if he were dreaming, and, every so often, his lips twitched in his sleep.
“Good morning, Rune Master,” he rasped into my neck, his lips moving against my skin with each word. I shivered under the unintentional caress, my nipples pebbling with sudden arousal. A husky laugh followed as Rohak ran one large, calloused palm over my breasts, only serving to heighten my desire.
“General,” I groaned, pushing my chest into his hand where his deft fingers played and plucked at my nipples, forcing them into hard points.
“You’re insatiable,” he teased, his voice still thick with sleep, even if another thick part of him was anything but tired.
“It’s the Bond,” I panted, grinding against nothing as he continued his lazy ministrations.
I was awarded with another chuckle and a sharp pinch that had me crying out.
“You keep telling yourself that, Faylinn.”
Rohak pushed up onto an elbow before covering my body with his own, his lips meeting mine for a lazy kiss. Instantly, my thighs parted, welcoming him between them.
His head dropped to my neck on a pained groan as the tip of his cock found my pussy open and throbbing for him.
“Gods, you’re soaked already,” he rasped, mindlessly rutting his hips into mine. His cock head never fully breached my entrance, just teased at it, and I found myself thrusting down in an attempt to force him inside.
“Of course I am,” I panted, my fingers gripping the muscles on his back as I canted my hips faster. “You came in me six times last night. Inevitably, your cum was going to leak out at some point.”
“Seven,” he growled with a pointed thrust that had the barest inch sitting inside my entrance. I gasped at the intrusion before relaxing with a moan. It just felt sogood, so right. Like he should be inside me at any and every possible moment.
“I came inside youseventimes last night. And this”—he reached between us,fingers collecting wetness from my labia—“is not my cum.” Rohak popped his glistening fingers in his mouth, closing his eyes with a groan.
The sight was so erotic that I felt my muscles contract, pulling him further inside me.
“Gods, woman,” he gritted between his teeth. “You taste so sweet—like mine.”
“It’s probably because I’m ovulating,” I huffed. “Just get in already,” I whined when he refused to move another inch.
