His dark chuckle reverberates in my head.Be careful what you wish for, darling human.
But to my great relief, he finally goes deeper, stretching me further, filling me up with his massive shaft, claiming me as the sweet, salty taste of his seed lingers on my lips.
I flush in remembrance at how I struggled to swallow all that he gave me. Every last drop. Perhaps the most shocking thingof all was the warmth of his seed. He is the Winter King, so I thought perhaps it would be like swallowing frost.
I instantly try to wipe the thoughts from my mind, but I know he’s already heard them. I feel his arrogant smirk even though I can’t see it. But he doesn’t laugh. Not this time. He’s too distracted by the tightness of my pussy around his cock.
I cling to the bed, gasping, every thought dissolving as he claims me. As he continues the thrusts, waves of affection keep flowing from him, surrounding me with warmth and the surety that I belong to him just as he belongs to me.
His thick length swells larger, and he gives a sudden growl as his fingers tighten on my hips. He rides me harder, but still not hard enough to inflict any pain. His scrotum smacks into my pulsating clit, over and over, and the pressure in my core winds tighter, threatening to unfurl.
Then his voice reaches me, a steadfast presence in my mind.I can’t wait to feel you climax on my cock, darling human. And I can’t wait to coat your womb in my seed.
His exact words are shocking. The way he says it… well, it’s almost like hewantsto get me with child. Before I can question him or ponder it further, he swells even larger inside me and increases the pace of his thrusts.
As his scrotum keeps impacting steadily against my clit, a release finally overtakes us both, heat cresting and breaking. I feel it unraveling inside him at the exact moment the bliss starts to claim me.
Oh, gods. Oh, yes.
I register an abrupt flash of light and glance over my shoulder just in time to see Theron’s wings burst into existence. His muscles clench hard, his thick arms and broad shoulders tensing with raw power, every line of his massive body radiating brute strength.
Holding my gaze, he flares his huge, black, feathered wings.
Then there’s another flash, and his wings vanish.
I turn back around, undulating into him as the final waves of my release crash through me. Smaller quaking tremors ripple outward until only boneless satisfaction remains.
“Theron. Theron…” I say his name repeatedly, whimpering it like a prayer.
But while my release has concluded, his keeps… going. The warmth of his seed fills me, spurt after quaking spurt. His growls resound in the vast room, so loud I’m certain all of Braemar can hear his noises of pleasure.
Finally, after giving one last thrust, he slowly withdraws from my center.
Strong arms gather me close, drawing me back against his chest as he settles beside me on the bed. The steady beat of his heart thumps beneath my ear.
I let out a soft breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding.
For a long while, neither of us speaks. There is only the quiet crackle of the fire and the slowing of our breaths as we recover from our exertions. My thoughts start to drift.
Despite what just happened between us, despite his promise to keep me forever, there are many things unresolved between us. Though I wish it weren’t so, the future remains uncertain. I try my best to keep these thoughts entirely private, tucked into that secret, closed-off space in my mind. But no matter what comes next, I know this moment will stay with me until my dying breath.
I adore you, darling human.His voice fills my head, an affectionate rumble.
It’s not the first time he’s said he adores me. Adore. Not love. Is he dancing around his true feelings? Is he waiting to learn whether we’re fated mates before he professes his love?
How will the priestess determine whether we’re mates? I’ve always felt fiercely drawn to King Theron, from the very firstmoment our eyes met in the banquet hall. Likewise, he was drawn to me in a similar way during that first meeting. Before he even laid eyes on me. He’d felt a pull toward me just from hearing my voice.
I tense, wondering just how many of my thoughts he just heard. They flitted through my mind so quickly that I couldn’t hope to hide them all. But he doesn’t give me any indication. He just keeps holding me, offering me the refuge of his arms and his comforting presence.
I adore you too, Theron, I eventually say in return.
He shifts slightly and waves his hand through the air, causing a rush of tingles over my body. Magic. I glance down at my thighs, which only moments ago were covered with his seed and my own arousal, only to find I’m… clean. In addition, the covers are no longer damp beneath us. I exhale a quick breath, surprised by his power, though I shouldn’t be. He’s a highborn fae who can summon wings and influence the weather. I’ve probably only witnessed a fraction of his magic.
You’re welcome.He kisses my temple.
I trail my fingers over his chest, lazily tracing the lines of his muscles, as I continue listening to the steady beating of his heart. Fatigue starts to weigh me down, and my eyes grow heavy as I remain in Theron’s arms.
The last thing I remember before drifting to sleep is the gentle murmur of his voice in my head.Sleep, my sweet mate. Yes, that’s what I’m going to call you. This closeness… this bond… I cannot fathom it representing anything but fate.
