All around them, dhemons’ expressions turned slack with a similar, less controllable arousal. Those who were already partners or mates moved closer, their hands beginning to roam one another’s bodies. Still more looked to one another with a silent question in their eyes.
Face flushing, Ariadne squeezed her thighs together. “What? The need to fuck?”
Finally meeting her gaze, his pupils expanded, swallowing up the irises completely, unlike anything Ariadne had ever seen. Except, it did not seem to stop there. It eclipsed his entire eye, turning them stark black.
“Azriel,” she breathed. “Your eyes.”
He gaped at her. “Myeyes? Yours are…glowing white!”
“Yours are black. Every part.” Ariadne took his face in her hands, staring at him in wonder. Even with the strange change, she could not stop the way her body bent against his, seeking his touch in any way. “What do you mean mine are white?”
“The same for you,” he said, wrapping an arm around her waist and dragging her in close. The hard length of his erection pressed into her belly, drawing a low groan from her. “I think we should go somewhere until I can get this power under control.”
Gods, the rush of desire from the bond had her hands roving his body already, feeling every dip and rise of his muscles. Every flex. Every sway of his hips. She could live like this, eager and ready for him to spread her wide and lose himself in her.
From the moment the mating bond had snapped into place for Ariadne, it was all she wanted, and she had just enough sense remaining to know the difference between that and the magic Azriel now wielded. Her body wanted his—ached for it in ways she would not have believed possible had she never experienced this. Her soul, though, wished for nothing more than to wrap itself around Azriel’s and remain there for eternity.
And now it could. They were connected in more ways than one, sealing their fate as a single core spirit.
“Yes,” Ariadne breathed.
Azriel sank low, cupped his hands around the back of her thighs, and hoisted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and sucked in a sharp breath as she rubbed herself against him, seeking the pleasure he promised.
“Fuck, Ariadne.” He drew his fangs along her fresh tattoo, already healed. “You’re making it very difficult to get back to our tent.”
She whined low, burying her fingers into his hair as she nipped at his ear. “Then take me here.”
“You don’t mean that,” he said, voice husky. “Not where everyone can see you.”
Ariadne pulled back and looked around. The half dozen dhemons that had been nearest to them at the back of the crowd were just pulling apart as they regained their senses, faces flushed from the surge of primal need. A couple turned tostare at them, eyes wide with understanding. She could not help but laugh before continuing her search for somewhere—gods,anywhere—they would have some semblance of privacy because if she had to wait any longer before indulging in her husband, she might scream.
“There.” Ariadne pointed to a small rundown barn at the edge of a field.
Changing direction, Azriel’s long legs ate up the distance in record time. He set her down at the entrance where a crooked door hung. “Wait here.”
“Please—”
“It could be a hazard.” He stepped across the threshold, then returned less than a minute later to grab her hand and drag her into its shadowy depths.
Grinning up at him, Ariadne dragged her fingers down his chest and hard stomach to unfasten his trousers. “Not a hazard then?”
“It’s sturdy enough,” he said, taking her face in his hands and bringing his mouth to hers.
The kiss was hungry and all-consuming. If Ariadne had experienced anything like it before, she could not recall. Perhaps it was the newly requited bond between them, or maybe Azriel’s new power affected her in ways she could not predict. Either way, she wanted nothing more than to merge her body with his, burying herself into his bones so they would never again be apart.
With his trousers unbuttoned, Ariadne wrapped her fingers around his stiff cock and stroked him from base to tip, drawing a long moan from Azriel. She relished the way the soft skin there shifted with her touch and when she drew her thumb across the head of it, she hummed in delight at the bead of moisture she found there. Looking him in the eyes, she switched hands and licked her finger clean to the sound of his breathless curse.
Before Azriel could say anything more, Ariadne sank to her knees before him and dragged her tongue up his length, then slid his cock into her mouth. The way he moaned her name as she did so had her reaching between her legs and rubbing her clit as she began her slow, steady strokes.
“Gods,” he hissed, his hips jerking forward and making her gag.
Tears sprung to her eyes unbidden from the sudden choke, but Ariadne merely pulled back a bit more, working the length of his cock that she could not take in her mouth with her hand. Fingers dug into her hair and she moaned at the way he held her there, wanting her to suck him as much as she wanted to feel him on her tongue.
Before long, though, Azriel gripped her hair a little harder. “Stand up, my love.”
Ariadne sucked hard, drawing more of him into her mouth as she swirled her free hand over herself. Pleasure rolled through her as she worked and he struggled to contain himself.
“Fuck…”
