“Look at me, Jude,” he commanded, his voice a raw, guttural thing.
I met his molten gaze, desperate, held on the precipice of need as I waited for him to fill me.
“You’re mine,” he growled, and with a single, relentless thrust, he filled me completely, burying himself to the hilt in the warm, willing clutch of my body.
A gasping moan tore from my throat as he began to move, a slow, deep rhythm that stole my breath and my sanity, our bond igniting in a fiery vibration.
The threads between us sang. With every roll of his hips, every shared, ragged breath, another thread solidified, weaving a tapestry of pure, golden light around us. He stretched me wide,digging deep with each thrust, hands holding my hips, and balls slapping my ass as he drove himself relentlessly inside me.
He made tiny sounds of need as my pleasure built for a second time, far faster than I ever remembered happening before. I caught his lips with mine, demanding as his mouth fucked mine and his cock sank into me like we were meant to be a single being. My power settled, harmonizing with his, creating a resonance of warmth and healing that I was certain could keep us fucking for days without discomfort or waning energy.
“Jude,” he choked as his rhythm faltered and he pressed into me, hard. I clamped down on his cock, squeezing him from the inside as he erupted heat into my body, and I milked him for every drop as I came again. I clung to him, my fingers pressing into the sweat-slicked skin of his back and his hair, my legs locked around his waist, holding him as deep inside me as he could possibly be.
The world dissolved into light and sensation. There was no him, no me, only the blinding, brilliantus. The climax erupted from within like a supernova of shared pleasure that tore through our linked souls, leaving us shuddering and breathless, forever intertwined in its wake.
One heart beating in unison, as our soul bond wove another dozen tiny golden threads to strengthen the tie. I sucked in air and the scent of him. He painted tiny kisses over my face but kept himself nestled inside, plugging the well of his spend, which made me growl as my cock twitched again, body awakening for another round.
“Fuck, I never expected to be the Energizer Bunny.”
Angel chuckled and adjusted my legs to give me a little room to stretch without leaving my clenching hole. “I’ve been told the mating bond can do that.”
“We’ve been mated for a few weeks.”
He let out a long breath, as if he’d been holding something back. “Not properly.”
“Huh?”
“Chaos, murder, and magic have really prevented us from this,” Angel said, his voice low and intimate, his meaning clear. This wasn’t just sex. This was completion.
“We’ve fucked plenty,” I argued, but even as I said it, I rested my palm on his chest, over his heart. Our resonance hummed, the newly vibrant threads of our bond glowing with a steady, golden light, making me relax completely into his arms. This wasn’t what I thought of as rest, since we were both sweating and soon to be sticky, but my magic purred, a contented, powerful thrum in my veins. I felt stronger, but also like I could send that power to Angel, too.
I let out a slow, stunned breath. “Oh.”
“Yeah. Oh. You feel it. Like I feel it.”
He was right. And as I lay there, tangled with him under the impossible sky, I knew with absolute certainty that we could spend the whole night like this and still be ready to face an army of zombies at dawn. But as he began to thicken inside me again, I figured we’d go a few more rounds first.
“Well, if we’re charging up for the apocalypse,” I murmured, rolling my hips to feel him, “that nightmare god isn’t going to defeat itself. Consider this intensive combat training.”
He ground his hips into me. “Yes, sir.”
41
Of course,the moment we were back in the apartment and I’d confirmed Ivan was safe with the Murder Twins glued to his every step, my brain latched onto a new catastrophe. I’d messed up Angel’s soul with my amateur stitching.
“I feel fine,” Angel assured me, his voice warm and sated as we showered off the rooftop interlude.
“A stellar review,” I snarked, scrubbing a hand through my wet hair. “Fine. The official medical term fornot currently dying from my mate’s magical malpractice. I should add it to my resume— ‘Proficient at bullshitting life threads into a state of unknown existential crisis.’”
He shut off the water and caged me against the tile, his warmth drawing a contented sigh from my lips. “You didn’t mess anything up. Though…” He paused, a thoughtful frown on his face. “I do have this strange, sudden craving for sweets and archaic books on necromancy. You think that’s Nox’s influence leaking through?”
“You’re blaming my familiar for your sugar addiction?” I asked. “You introduced me to an otherworld bakery that could likely survive on your patronage alone.”
He raised a brow, a slow smile tugging at his lips. “Just exploring all the variables.”
“Right. And I’m supposed to believe those variables are aNational Geographicguide to fae dragon eating habits, and not, I don’t know, tentacle porn?”
He gave me a side-eye. “That’s a suspiciously specific example. How much tentacle porn doyouhave?”
