His breath is a sudden rush of ice fanning over my lips. His pupils blow wide—swallowing nearly all the blue. Heat blooms under my skin. My heart slams against my ribs. Warmth pools low in my belly, curling tighter with every breath.
He surges forward, one hand sliding to the nape of my neck, fingers threading into my hair, gripping just tight enough to make my breath hitch. The other fists the bedsheets.“Kael ves theln, Saelûn.” (Let me worship you, Soulbond.)
His mouth crushes mine, and he lets out a whimper. A soft, broken sound that vibrates against my mouth. “Virae ves’kai lûn,” he moans between my lips, desperate, like he’s been starving for centuries and I’m the first thing he’s been allowed to taste.(Your body calls to mine.)
My tongue brushes his, and he groans low in his chest—a sound that rumbles straight through my spine. “Veyr’thaal ves kael’rin, Saelûn,” he breathes against me.I have longed to taste you, mate. He moves before I can gasp, flipping me with a snarl, his massive frame caging mine like a creature cornering its prey—his forearms braced beside my head, hips pressed between my thighs, but not quite where I need them.
I can feel the iciness of his skin, the frantic beat of his heart against my chest. His nose drags along my throat, lingering at my pulse. “Veyr’sal ves kael’rin,” he breathes, the words sinking into my skin like a brand. (The frost marks you).His jaw drags across my collarbone, marking me with his scent. “Veyr’kael ves thrae’mirin,” he growls. (You smell delicious.)
Even now—consumed by something ancient and barely leashed—he’s so gentle with me. Still holding back—trembling with the effort it takes not to claim everything he wants.
“Lumi,” he rasps against my mouth.
I arch into him slightly, and his whole body spasms. “Thrak’ven ves kai’morûn,” he chokes out. (I will break for you completely.)
“I don’t want you to hold back,” I breathe.
His forehead drops to mine, chest heaving. I can feel how hard he is against my thigh.
“You don’t understand.” his voice is a rasp of barely restrained hunger. “If I stop holding back, I won’t be able to stop at all.”
My fingers twist deeper into his fur, pulling his mouth back down to mine.
He groans, his hand sliding up my thigh. Everywhere his fingers trail, frost blooms in delicate patterns across my skin.
“Kaemorin,” he growls against my throat, and I watch as the ice spreads like lace beneath his touch.
And I know, if I don't stop this now...I never will.
14
STROKE MY ANTLERS
Andrik-
I can’t breathe. She touches me—chooses to touch me—and the shift under my skin ripples like lightning across a frozen lake.
Her fingers graze my jaw, and my war-scarred heart lurches in my chest. No one has ever touched me like this.
The bond hums like a storm in my veins, aching for her.
My lips crash into hers, and I’m undone. Every wall I've built. Every restraint I've held.
Gone.
The beast inside me keens?—
Kaemorin.
Kaemorin.
Kaemorin.
I grip the sheets, fighting the feral urge to mark her—to spread her open and fill her so deeply I forget I was ever hollow.
Varkh. Veyl’kaerun ves narh thrae’viln kai’Saelûn.Stop. You’ll ruin her if you claim her before she begs for it, Soulbond.
I taste her tongue, sweet and warm as it slides against my own. Veyr’kael ves thrae’morin...kai’skar ves narh.Her desire ison my tongue… it’s undoing me.My hand trembles when it finds her thigh. I would rip off my antlers if she asked. She has no idea the power she holds over me. Kael’thrae ves thrak—veyl’morin ves kai’theln.If she moves again–I’ll shatter completely.
