“I was.” I groan. “Because I knew my brand-new coworker was going to make me permanently hard at work.”
Celine laughs. “We work at a strip club, Luca.”
“Yeah, and I never had a minute of trouble until you.”
She wraps her fingers around my cock and smirks. “And you haven’t had a moment of peace since.”
“Fuck peace; I want you.”
Celine lines me up, but her eyes never leave mine as she says, “You have me, Luca.” Her skin lights up as she activates her magic, and the truth rune wallpapers every inch of her. “For our forever, however long it lasts.”
Then I’m inside her, and nothing else matters. Everything goes quiet: my worry, the dangers of this realm, her father’s evil schemes. All I can think is how right it is to love her.
I’ll never get enough.
My strokes are slow and shallow; I can’t stop kissing her.
“I love you,” she whispers, nipping at my lip ring. “I love us.”
Groaning, I drop to the bathroom floor. My bare ass hits the stone, and I shiver. With Celine in my lap, riding me, nothing can go wrong. I adjust my angle to ensure my piercing hits her just right and smile as her head falls back. The arch of her neck is graceful. I push her hair out of the way to give myself a better view.
Beautiful.Her nipples are pink and rosy. Bathed in the dim glow of the roving witch light, she’s more goddess than angel.
Mineeeee.The basilisk surges into my consciousness and makes himself impossible to ignore. I brace to shove him away, then stop myself, remembering why we’re here.
Ours,I correct him. Accepting the monster inside me doesn’t mean I’m going to let him take over. I get a say too, and Celine is far more than a bond or a mate—chosen or destined.
She rocks in my lap, and I hold her tight against me.
“Nothing feels better,” I say, “than being yours. I could hold you every day for the rest of my life, and I still wouldn’t get enough.”
Celine’s breathy moan echoes around the bathroom, bouncing off the walls. Like the first time I made her smile, years ago at the Fang, I feel like I’ve won something precious. The only thing better is making her come. Knowing I stole the air from her lungs and replaced it with white-hot pleasure? I shudder. That’s better than perfect.
I drag a hand down to where we’re joined and slip two fingers in beside my cock, swallowing her whimper as I pump them inside her, testing different angles by the sounds she makes. Once I’m coaxing cries from her lips with every thrust, I rub my thumb over her clit in determined circles.
Celine tenses, then melts on top of me, bracing her heels on the floor. “Th-that’s amazing,” she gasps. “Don’t stop.”
I wouldn’t fucking dream of it.
Paying attention to every cue her body gives me; I work her upslowly. If I push her over the edge too hard and fast, the orgasm won’t be as good. I want her pleasure to feel endless and never-ending—as forever as we are. A deconstructed ten-course meal of ecstasy that Celine will remember until we’re both old and gray. The Michelin star of orgasms.
I drive her up, back off slightly, then push higher. Again and again, until she’s boneless and strung out. She rides me through it all, her rhythm never faltering. A bead of sweat trickles between her breasts, and I bend down to lick it up.
It belongs to me—I’ve got to have it.
“Baby,” I gasp. “So good, so good, so good. I—fuck, Celine—you’re everything.”
Her pussy flutters around me, squeezing my cock, determined to keep it inside.Fine by me.
“Luca,” Celine pants. “I choose you, for forever. I don’t want to spend a single day without you. You’re the future I want and the future I need, and I claim you no matter what the gods have to say about it.”
The runes on her skin glow bright gold, and the bone-deep sensation of how right this is spreads through every inch of my body. My fangs pierce my gums, coating my mouth with the taste of my own blood. There’s a hint of venom, but it’s sweeter than usual, missing the thick, acrid bitterness.
I want to give her a pretty speech. Celine deserves my best, but the words are too scrambled inside my mind. In the end, all I can give her are the two loudest ones.
“I’m yours,” I shout.
I repeat it as she clenches around me, body wound tight, a string stretched to its breaking point. I repeat it again as she drags me over the edge with her, and my orgasm slams into me with the force of a wrecking ball. And I repeat it one more time when I sink my fangs into her neck, piercing her skin with a certainty that steals the breath from my lungs.
