“Are you alright?” I rasp, though every fiber of my being screams at me to move, to thrust.
“Yes.” She wraps her legs around my hips, pulling me deeper. “I’m fine now. Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”
Soon my lips cover hers and I slide in and back out, loving the feel of her wet, hot channel. I can hear the squish of our juices as I begin to move faster. She grabs onto me, her legs around my hips, riding with me.
I lose my mind, slamming faster and faster, wanting nothing more than this female, for the rest of my days.
How did I live so long without this pleasure in my life?
The med lab fills with the sounds of our mating. The slap of skin against skin, her moans, my growls, the wet sounds of ourjoining. Somewhere above us, the Dark Moon eclipse continues. Somewhere beyond these walls, hundreds of Xylan sleep in enchanted slumber. But here, in this small room, there is only us.
And then I change direction and I must be hitting something deep and perfect for my female because she screams out her release. I can feel the clench of her channel and watch as her back bows and feel the scratch of her nails on my back.
“Bayzon!” My name on her lips is the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.
And then my own pleasure floods my system. My first orgasm ever. I share this only with Naomi. I lift my head and roar out my release, the sound echoing through the empty corridors of the mine. The pleasure starts in my spine and races up my back and I’m almost blacking out from the dizzying feel of my seed jetting out and filling my female. There’s so much. I continue fucking her hard, making sure she gets all of it.
Every pulse of my release is accompanied by a flash of pure ecstasy. This is what I was made for. This is what I’ve been waiting for my entire life. Not just the physical pleasure, though that is beyond anything I imagined, but this connection, this completion. The knowledge that I am hers and she is mine, now and forever.
Finally, I’m empty.
And I collapse onto her, and then to the side, managing to avoid falling on my broken arm.
We lay there in silence for a long moment, both of us gasping for breath. The blue emergency lights hum softly overhead. The floor is hard and cold beneath us, but I couldn’t move even if I wanted to.
She snuggles into my good side, her hand resting on my chest, directly over my heart.
“That was...” she starts, then trails off.
“Yes,” I agree, though she hasn’t finished the sentence. Whatever she was going to say, the answer is yes.
“Your arm,” she murmurs, her fingers ghosting over the swelling. “We need to get that looked at.”
“Later.” I pull her closer with my good arm, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Right now, I just want to hold my Bride.”
She smiles against my chest. “Your Bride. I like the sound of that.”
“Good. Because you’re stuck with me now.”
“I know.” She tilts her head up to look at me, her eyes soft in the dim light. “I think I was stuck with you from the moment I saw you across that ballroom, standing in the corner, brooding.”
“I wasn’t brooding.”
“You absolutely were.” She laughs, and the sound fills my chest with warmth. “But I love you anyway.”
“You love me?”
“I love you.” She says it simply, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “I know it’s fast. I know it’s crazy. But I do.”
I close my eyes, overwhelmed. “I love you too, my Bride. Until days run into time.”
She snuggles closer, and I feel the moment her body relaxes into sleep. We are both exhausted. The mist, the chaos, the chase, the claiming. It’s been the longest night of my life.
And the best.
I smile and pass out beside her, my broken arm cradled against my chest, my Bride warm and safe in the curve of my body.
Chapter Nine
