It was in every movement, every touch, every glance. It nourished me, empowered me. And I poured it all back into him, as we refilled each other’s cups with everything we needed and wanted, a never-ending cycle of mutual adoration.
I ignored the sting of happy tears in my eyes, lest Ronan get the wrong idea and think I wanted to stop—the last thing I wanted to do was stop—and sank myself on top of him with a gasp.
His cock filled me pretty well, too.
“Sage,” he whispered, my name a prayer, an invocation on his wet lips. “Sage, fuck…”
Yes, that was the plan. My hips began to move in circles as I tested our joining, finding a rhythm, a pattern, an angle that had us both crying to our gods and each other.
His hands gripped my thighs, while my hands fell forward and landed perfectly over the unfinished tattoos on his upper chest just as I hit the right spot.
Ronan was tense beneath me, trying so hard to be still and not buck up while I took what I needed, how I needed it.
I didn’t have to be this controlling all the time, and honestly couldn’t wait until we were both rested and I’d hand over the reins to him. But for now, he knew.
He knew.
“Yes,” he hissed. “Please don’t stop, don’t—”
He didn’t need to tell me. I came again, my nails digging into his skin as my mouth fell open in a silent “O,” the clenching of my inner muscles milking the climax out of Ronan.
I fell and he caught me, our chests heaving and hearts beating, the universe aligning and souls melding. There was justone more thing I needed. One more act that would overwrite all the years I’d been locked up, forced into the darkness while resisting the forging of my will into a consumable weapon.
My teeth scraped along the skin of his neck, feeling it pebble from the sensation.
And then I struck, his hot, spicy blood filling my mouth.
He flinched for a second, warmth spreading through every inch of my body as he began a deep purr.
“Sage… Oh, Sage, I’m yours,” he rasped, still trying to catch his breath.
Ronan was mine, all mine.
And I was his.
50
And Into the Fire
Ronan
Sage slept soundly in the bed, softly snoring, while I turned on the electric kettle in the room and admired the bite mark on my neck in the shiny reflection.
I was never wearing a scarf again.
We were checking out today, our “mate moon” officially over. As soon as I stepped back through the threshold of my house, I was under my dad’s control. An Oniguro, bound to continue the family legacy through pain and flame.
I knew I’d make this choice a thousand times over if it meant rescuing Sage, and now that she was safe, now that she was mine, and I was hers?
I’d make it for eternity.
I poured hot water in a mug, dipping the tea bag to start the steep as I walked quietly across the room to the window,watching the sun rise over the city-state I hated with every fiber of my being.
But somehow, under the warm glow of the morning sun, Ignareth didn’t look as bad as I remembered. I could actually make a life for myself here.
I lost myself in thought, going over my worries over the aftermath of our attack at the Premier’s Mansion—we’d been purposefully avoiding the news—and how to best acclimate my sweet mate into mafia life.
And when a slim pair of arms wrapped around me from behind, I didn’t flinch from the surprise. I leaned back into the warm body that welcomed me, careful not to spill my drink and burn her.
