She gasps at the sudden exposure, hips lifting in search of me.
“You smell like heaven. Like you were made for my mouth.”Veylûn narh ves velûn. Ael’skar ves kai’morin. Etra'kai ves thrae, Saelûn.(I ache just to taste you. My ruin is yours alone. Tell me I can break.)
She squirms underneath me.
“Gods, Lumi.” My breath shudders against her thigh. “Look at you. So wet. So ready for me, and I haven’t even touched you yet. This is mine, isn’t it?” I growl, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh. “Tell me this is mine.”Very’vaelis ves thrae’nai… kaevûn ves kai’skar thrae’morin. (Seeing you dripping for me… makes my cock harder than it’s ever been.)
She's shaking beneath me. “Yes,” she whimpers. “Yours. All of it. Please–”
The urge to bite nearly breaks me. To mark her. To taste her blood while I taste hervaelis.(Come.)
Thrak’nai. Narh kai’theln. (Stop. Not yet.)
My fangs graze the tender skin of her inner thigh— a threat can’t yet follow through on. A promise I'm dying to keep.
I lean in?—
Crash.
The window explodes. Glass rains down, and cold air rushes in. I lunge forward, shielding her body with mine as the godfirearound her bed flares to life. The brick passes through my ward and lands inches from our heads.
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I hold my breath while I watch the glass rain down over them, a scream tearing from her throat.
He shields her with his antlers and trembling restraint.How fucking noble.
This should have shattered whatever spell he had over her. Instead, she clings to him like he’s her salvation.
Eyes wild, lips swollen, chest heaving like she’s about to beg him to come back to bed–bed– where he had her. I saw it through my fucking screen.
That should’ve been me.
She was supposed to be shaking from fear, not desire. She was supposed to see him for what he is:
A beast.
A monster.
A fuckingweaponwrapped in white fur and lies.
But she kissed him instead.Moaned for him. I watched as he dragged his hand between her thighs like his dirty claws deserved to touch her skin.
I had to intervene.I had to save her.I’m the one who pulled her from the ice when the world forgot who she was. I’m the one who bandaged her wounds and made sure she was safe in bed.
I can’t stop seeing it.
The way her legs fell open for him. The sound of her whispering his name. The way he looked at her like she was the only thing keeping him anchored to this world.
It’s supposed to be me.
She was mine the moment I saw her. I marked her... studied her. I loved her before he even knew she existed.
I carried her through the snow, blood in her hair, lips blue from the cold. I was the one who kissed her temple and told her she was safe.
