“Ro,” she whines, and I warm at the nickname before her mouth is stuffed full again.
“I know, love, I’ve got you,” I say, reaching around to rub her clit. Her body starts to quiver, and I feel my own orgasm start to build at the base of my spine.
She pulls off Nightsong long enough to say, “Come inside me.”
Sands.The husky sound of her is like a fucking drug. I thrust faster, slapping wetly against her ass, and pinch her swollen clit as she screams her release. Once more, a shower of starlight bursts from her skin, the runes on her arms glowing an incandescent silver. I come on the heels of her climax with an agonized grunt, drilling myself as far as I can go, her body milking every last drop of me, even as I stare in wonder at the star that is mine.
***
THENIGHTKING
By the fucking blood, I need her now.
The pull of the bond is impossible to resist, and the manticore is savage beneath my skin, growling for completion... howling to claim what isours. Hearing her desperate moans, seeing her beautiful face contort with so much bliss even as she chokes on my cock while Acharia takes her to the brink, is like nothing I expected.
I have to give credit where credit is due. The young buck knows how to wring every drop of pleasure from her, and for that alone, I am mollified. If he had been a selfish lover, I would not have been so kind.
The manticore would have devoured him.
Maybe.
Thankfully, the look of radiant satisfaction on her face is a thing to savor. Her movements over my cock are sloppy and uncoordinated, her eyes glassy with tears and her chin wet with drool, but she has never looked lovelier. I ease my crown from her mouth and pass my thumb over her swollen lips, wiping the saliva away.
“Are you all right?” I ask her, pulling her into my arms and kissing her softly on the mouth. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I pull her onto my lap and stroke her hair gently, my magic trailing over her body and checking in with hers. “Too tired? Sore?”
Her smile is so bright and beatific, it’s almost blinding. “Not at all.”
She reaches for Acharia, who is lying on his stomach across the bed, and feathers her hand through his damp hair. He lets out a soft sound of contentment that I, strangely, don’t even feel jealous about. Nor about the fact that he’s the reason my wife is so sated and boneless right now. I stroke a fingertip down her bare body, circling the tight buds of her nipples, enjoying the way she arches in my arms.
“You’re a vision, Starbright,” I whisper softly, my fingers trailing down each rib and over the luscious curve of her hip.
Her thick lashes rise to reveal shining gray eyes lit by haloes of her iridescent power. “I want to seal the bond, Dare. I’m ready. I want to feel you deep inside me and deep in my magic. I want us to be one.”
Are you certain?I ask carefully, my rigid control fraying.It will be rough. The manticore...
She silences me with her mouth.I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life. And I can handle everything you are, Dare. Just give me all of you, that’s what I desire. I need the man, the god, and the monster.
“Say stop if you want it to end,” I growl, watching her eyes dilate as I place her on the bed and loom over her with one knee on the mattress like a vengeful beast about to take his prize. The king of Oryndhr moves to prop himself against the headboard, his eyes fastened to our stunning prize, whose body is shaking with desire.
I fist my cock as my shadows writhe with anticipation. Her beautiful gray irises blow out with lust, her stare fastened to my hand while I brutally work myself. I swipe the drop of pearlescent fluid at the tip with my thumb and coat it across her bottom lip, my hunger deepening as she licks it off with a moan.
“Dare...”
My mouth twists with ruthless purpose. Time to see my wife beautifully bound, begging for release, and at my mercy. I set my shadows free, watching as my magic glides up her body, savoring the soft satiny feel of her skin, nestling into every nook and hollow, and coasting over every succulent peak and slope. And when they’ve painted every inch, then they start to wind and tighten in a series of intricate knots and patterns. I take my time, relishing every moan over each sensitive point, the bond open and mirroring every sensation.
She squirms when my shadows outline the edges of her sex, andIshiver.
It’s fucking torture, as though I’m the one tied in place.
Two thicker tendrils are held aloft by my will, hoisting my masterpiece a few inches off the bed while the rest gather below, lashing over her breasts and pulling tight enough over her nipples that she moans. Her wrists are layered over each other behind her back, shadows binding them in elaborate loops, and her ankles are cinched to the backs of her thighs. Dual coils hinge her knees apart to her elbows, leaving her beautiful sex bare, parted, and glossy with arousal.
She is art in motion.Magical.
And she is mine.
Well,oursfor as long as she decrees it to be so.
I glance at Acharia, who is watching us with interest, his expression fascinated at the display of magic and the gratifyingly submissive position my stunning Starkeeper finds herself in. Admiring my handiwork, I spin her for our perusal, her rich, luminous brown skin blanketed and crisscrossed in obsidian lines. I move beside her to where she is suspended in the air by my magic and draw a fingernail down her arched throat as her pretty bound thighs come to my eye level. My gums ache as the manticore’s fangs push through. He wants to bite—tomark.
