She gasps and jerks when I deepen the rhythm.
“Thal’vesin,” I snarl through gritted teeth. “Finish the letter.”
She drags the blade down, carving the first line of the ‘L’. Every scrape sends lightning down my spine. My claws extend, digging into her hips.
I curl my fingers inside, finding that spot that makes her spasm, and her head tips back. A cry escapes her lips.
“Andrik, I can’t—you’re.”
“You can,” I rasp. “Kaivelorin ves’thral.” (You’re doing so well.) “Give me the rest of your name, Saelûn. Carve it into me.”
Her hand trembles as she drags the blade into the ‘U’. The curve of it cuts through frost and ancient bone in exquisite pain.
I thrust deeper, faster, hungrier.
“That’s it, thal’kisha,” I choke out. “You’re making me yours.”
She carves the ‘M’. Her breath comes in desperate pants, as her body clamps around me like a vice.
“Andrik, I’m so close?—”
“Not yet,” I bare my fangs. “Finish your name first.”
My free hand slides up her back, threading into her hair, tugging just enough to make her gasp.
I add a third finger, stretching her, while my thumb finds her kaelinae.
“Andrik!” She cries out, the dagger stutters in her grasp.
“Finish it,” I growl, voice trembling with restraint. The forest answers—trees bend, snow erupts upward in a sacred storm of witness.
She drags the blade through the final stroke.
Lumi.
Her name. Carved into me, etched into the most sacred place on my body.
“Now,” I rasp against her throat. “Come for me, lumina’ka. Let me feel you come undone in my hands.”
I thrust my fingers deep, curling them exactly right. My thumb circles her kaelinae.
She shatters.
Her scream rips through the cabin as she convulses around my fingers, body seizing like the gods themselves are pulling her apart.
I lose my last ounce of control. My fangs sink into the soft curve where her neck meets her shoulder. I taste copper and magic.
Thraevûn floods from my fangs into her bloodstream. She sobs my name, fingers twisting desperately in my hair, as she pulls me closer.
Her pleasure floods into me, through the bond. The world goes hazy. I feel her pleasure as if it’s my own—her orgasm crashing through both of us like a tidal wave.
I come hard, without a single touch, cock pulsing uselessly behind my pants.
“Saelûn!” I roar against her skin, my whole body shuddering. “Veyr’kai ves” (I break for you.)
Every tree for miles bends toward the cabin. Snow shoots into the sky like geysers. Animals howl into the night.
I can feel everything?—
