A growl fills the clearing. His hand slides between my thighs, and the first brush of his fingers makes my entire body jolt.
I shamelessly grind against his hand, trying to find more friction.
“Thrak’kai, Saelûn. Etra’ven.” He snarls beside my ear. (Ride my hand, Soulbond. Take your pleasure.)
Andrik
She stirs in her sleep. Just a small movement at first. Barely more than a breath against my throat. But then a small whimper falls from her lips. It curls around my ribs like smoke and leaves fire in its wake. Her body is tucked tightly against my chest beneath the furs. I haven’t moved since I noticed the blue tinge to her skin. She arches against me with a quiet moan. Her thighs fall open, and her hips roll slowly.
“Saelûn,” I rasp, barely audible—my hand hovers near her hip.Kael’thurin ves, thalûn,I won’t survive this. (Gods, have mercy.)
She’s still dreaming so peacefully, and her scent is drenching my fur, bleeding into every breath I take.Thrahk veyr’kael ves thalûn ar’ven. (Fuck, her scent is carved into my bones.)
Her hand reaches behind her, gripping onto my fur. “Varkh… please Saelûn,” I whisper through clenched teeth.
I bite down on a groan, forcing it back into my throat.Nai’thar veskae
My claws punch straight through the leather cushions beside us, digging deep. I drag them back slowly, scraping shallow lines into the wooden frame underneath.
Her scent is thickening with heat. I can taste her on my tongue, honey and need. Her head tips back against my shoulder, and her lips part.
“Please,” she whispers.
Mykaevûnpulses at the sound, aching to be inside her. (Cock.)
Every roll of her hips is torture. Every moan that slips from her lips makes me harder.
“Kaelrin veskae, kaelrin veskae…” I chant under my breath.
My body locks as another needy whimper escapes her.Thrahk, she has no idea what she’s doing to me. (Fuck.)
My kaevûn throbs against the base of her spine. Wet heat seeps through the thin fabric of her pants, and it takes everything in me not to tear them away. But instead I stay still…for her.I won’t risk taking this innocence; this sleep-drenched vulnerability.
Kael’thurin ves thalûn.
Little gasps start falling from her lips, her hips moving frantically, searching for friction. Beads ofkaersinleak from me, staining her pants with crystalline spaltters. (pre-come.)
“You’re dreaming,Saelûn,” I murmur, pressing my forehead to the back of her neck. “Please wake up.)
Her fingers tug on my fur with a white-knuckled grip. The last thing I expect to hear fall from her lips does.My name. She says it like she wants me. My resolve nearly shatters. My hips twitch involuntarily, and the friction has my vision going white. I shift behind her, trying to ease the pressure, to give her space, but the scent of her—the way she whimpers and moves—is waking something I’m not sure I can control.
If I were a better male, I would move. But godsdamn it,she’s mine. Every part of me recognizes her as such. She’s bound to me.
“Veylûn ves’tharae. Ael’torin ves skar,” I breathe, voice cracking. (My soul was carved for yours. Nothing else fits.)
Her breath stutters. She presses her ass back against me with a broken moan.Vaelissûnis soaking through her pants so heavily that it coats my fur with her intoxicating scent. I hiss between my teeth. My body shakes involuntarily, muscles straining to stay still.
“Virae’nai ves kai’morûn…” (I ache for the place you haven’t let me touch yet.)
My hand hovers over her waist. I want to claim her… to flip her onto her stomach and bury myself so deep that when I spill into the hollow of her, she remembers nothing but the shape of me.
Veyr’kai ves tharin. Thrak’kai ves saev. Vraskai ves thalin. Ves’kai narh veyrûn, Kaemorin.(The gods will remember their choice. What fools they were to give you away. Let them watch, and bleed for what is mine.)
I press my lips to her shoulder and let the ache bleed through me. My fangs drag softly along her skin, not yet piercing, only tasting. My jaw tightens, andthraevûnbegins to pool beneath my gums, heat trickling down my throat. (Venom.)
Thump-thump. Thump-thump.
I have to pull back before her pulse draws me deeper. Every part of me is wound tight enough to split.
