I needed no reminder.
With one last scorching look, she finally fucking departed. I shook with the need to break something—anything. Control frayed with each brutal beat of my heart. Adrenaline flooded my veins, and I reached for the chair Iaoth had perched upon and flung it into the wall.
Wood shattered, and it did nothing to slake the fury etching into my bones.
Sylaira emerged from the sleeping chamber, brows furrowed, wearing nothing more than one of my tunics.
My cock hardened instantly. I needed her—needed to lose myself in her until the rest of the world was a blur. Needed to remind myself that Sylaira was alive and here and no one was going to take her from me.
In two strides, I was on her, teeth sinking into her lower lip. She whimpered, leaping into my arms and wrapping her legs around my waist. Our skin burned where it touched.
I drove us backward until her back hit the bed, my body caging hers.
My fingers hooked in the hem of my tunic, and I pried it off my mate. Her nipples peaked in the cool morning air. I captured one in my mouth, savoring the silky feel of her skin against my lips.
“Oh, Goddess,” she moaned, hands threading in my hair.
I ceased moving, a wild, primal beast roaring inside me. “You use my name and mine alone.” Her eyes fluttered open, and I captured her jaw. “Tell me you understand.”
She nodded, ice turning to molten black pools.
I didn’t want to think about our deity right now. Or my sister. Or the trial.
All I wanted was to hear my mate screamingmyname as I drove into her.
“Say it. I need to hear you choose me.” My voice took on a desperate edge.
Sylaira tilted her head ever so slightly, like she was studying my soul. “I choose you, Vaeron.” She paused, gaze raking over me with a dark, greedy hunger. “Take the control you need.”
Fuck.
I dragged in a breath, trying to calm my racing heart. Of course, she saw the monster inside me gnashing its teeth. She always did.
Only now…she accepted it.
“Don’t move,” I ordered, rearing back. She didn’t, lying there propped up on her elbows while I removed my pants. My cock was heavy, aching, and ready to bury itself in her wet heat.
But I didn’t want to move that quickly.
Sylaira was a female to be savored. Worshipped. Revered.
I knelt at the edge of the bed, dragging her and the sheets closer so I could wrap my mouth around her center. The first swipe of my tongue against her slit had her gasping. And I fucking loved that sound.
Fingers digging into her hips, I dove into her divine source, drinking the nectar like it would save me from myself. She reached for me, and I allowed her to touch, aching to be closer.
“Vaeron,” she whimpered as I licked that sensitive bundle of nerves.
“I want you to count the seconds until I make you come,”I growled into her mind. Determination fueled my every stroke as I sought out the perfect position that would have her breaking.
This I could control. This I knew how to do. This I wouldn’t fail.
“One,” she moaned. “Two, three…”
Radiance unfurled from me, climbing her skin like velvetvines. A band wrapped around her throat, forcing the next ten out through wispy breaths. But she didn’t falter.
Until I curled a finger inside her and pressed.
Air fled her lungs as her spine rolled forward. Her clit swiped across my tongue of its own accord.
