“I reject you, Philip,” she called out. “Abram, I’m going to cum.”
The bond between them shattered with a sound only I could hear—something holy and awful. Their fate was no longer tangled.
“Then cum, Elowyn; you deserve it for being a good girl.” I smiled when she pushed back into my every thrust. “Scream my name to the heavens, love, and let them hear that even fate bends to us—nothing was ever keeping you from me. That your soul recognizes mine and not his.”
She looked over her shoulder at me and my chest ached at the look on her face. Her eyes said it all. I was hers, and she was never letting me go. Something cruel passed through her small smile.
“I love you.” She moaned. “Tell me you love me as you cum deep inside me.”
“Fuck, Elowyn.” I groaned. “I fucking love you.” I told her as her body shook with her orgasm.
She called my name to the heavens.
Her pussy clenched around me as I came so hard that my release shook the entire house. My eyes closed as I poured myself deep inside of her. Her cries filled the space as she came around my cock, the two of us riding out the waves of our shared orgasm.
I collapsed onto her.
After a moment, something shifted in the doorway. Ezra and Farris stood there, taking in the scene in front of them. Ezra’s smile crept slowly onto his face as Farris stared in shock.
“I see you kept calm.” He covered Farris’ eyes and turned from the room.
Chapter 29
Elowyn
My cheeks heated as Ezra and Farris turned from the sight of me bent over the table with Abram buried inside of me. Shame and power warred inside my chest, heat flooding through me, not just from embarrassment but from the raw, consuming awareness that they had seen what Abram made of me. What I let him make of me.
My gaze moved to Philip who stared at me with so much hatred that it was almost palpable. His glare cut through me like a blade, but instead of shrinking beneath it, something inside me rose—defiant, cruel, wanting him to suffer for ever thinking I could belong to him.
I smiled at him. A slow, knowing smile that promised I’d already chosen my side, and it wasn’t his.
Abram slid out of me and turned me so he could kiss me. My breath caught, the space between us electric, thick with everything we’d broken to be here. This kiss was different, claiming and right. The world felt right again because he waswith me, he chose me. Every fracture in me seemed to knit itself together beneath his mouth, each breath shared like a vow whispered against my lips. My hands ran up his chest and pulled him to me, deepening the kiss. I didn’t care who was watching anymore. Let them all see that Abram and I were beyond redemption.
Abram looked at me before glancing down to my chest. His fingers curled around the collar of my dress and pulled it down. The fabric rasped against my skin, my pulse hammering beneath his touch. He looked up at me when he saw my broken marriage bond. His fingers traced it, and I felt it humming against his touch. The magic in me shivered, recognizing him. A tremor ran through my body, both pain and longing tangled together.
He leaned down and kissed where it was broken before running his tongue over my skin. My breath hitched, my hands trembling as his mouth lingered there—devotion twisted into possession. He smiled against me when I sighed. His eyes were on Philip, as his tongue traced the lines of our marriage bond. His teeth pressed into my flesh as a searing pain tore through me. He pulled back and smiled. "Better."
I gasped, touching the spot as warmth pulsed beneath my fingertips. I looked down and saw he fixed the bond so it wasn’t broken any longer. It glowed faintly, whole again. Abram had rewritten the mark to meanhis. My heart thudded.
“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” Loma’s voice instantly pissed me off.
I turned and saw that she was watching Abram and I without a single fuck. Her eyes gleamed with amusement, lips curled like she was watching a predictable tragedy unfold. She looked at Philip and sighed heavily.
“Release him,” Loma demanded.
“No.” Abram scoffed. His voice cut through the tension, sharp and final. He didn’t even look at her. He didn’t need to. His defiance was its own declaration.
“Farris, come here.” Loma smiled, and Farris immediately moved toward her. Something in Farris’ expression flickered, like she was being pulled by invisible strings. My stomach turned uneasily.
Farris closed her eyes like she was trying to fight something we couldn’t see. I watched her closely.
“Take that magic off of him.”
Farris turned toward Philip, and at first I wondered how she’d overpower Abram’s magic but she just looked at Abram. Her eyes sparkling with something like an enchantment.
“Release him, Abram. It’s alright,” she spoke.
Abram stared at her like he was seeing straight through her but to my surprise, he did as she asked. A ripple of confusion passed over his face, like he’d lost control for a breath. I’d never seen that happen to him before. It scared me. When Farris looked away from Abram, he snapped out of it and shook his head.
