That was one of the things about our mating bond I had not been ready for but also hadn’t known I’d craved. There were no secrets from Eamon, and after a lifetime of silence it was a relief. We’d spent the first night of my transformation within the ruined castle he used for his daytime rest, allowing me time to come to terms with this new part of my life. But to stay away any longer would be selfish when I knew Lilith and Noah were as desperate for my return as I was to see them.
“Will they be angry with me?”
Eamon lifted his head to find my gaze in the mirror, hisbrows drawing together in the perfect expression of confusion. “Why would anyone be angry with you?”
I’d seen Noah’s anger through Eamon’s memories, the heartbreaking way he’d fought for me in those moments when I could not. “Because I am what I always said I would not be. I made a different choice.”
My mate pressed a kiss to my temple, one hand sliding up my spine. “It is your choice to make and no other’s. If they are angry then that istheirchoice, do you understand me?”
I nodded. My throat ached for more than just blood as we gazed into each other’s eyes. There was such an outpouring of love within our bond it made my knees weak.
“I love you,” I breathed.
He turned me to face him, palm sliding up to hold my throat. “And I love you, little bird.”
I rose to my tiptoes to brush my mouth against his, shivering at his soft moan vibrating across my skin. His firm length pressed against my belly when I leaned into him and I smiled into the kiss, feeling through the bond he was trying to hide his interest. I drew away, loving when he chased to nip at my bottom lip. He tried to grab for me again, but I took a step back so his fingertips only grazed the dip of my waist.
The gold of his eyes sparked with heat as I lowered to my knees before him, sliding my palms up the fine fabric of his trousers. There was no hiding his interest now, not with the way his cock pressed against the placket. He reached out to touch my jaw, tilting my chin up toward him.
“Tell me what you want, little bird”—he ran his thumb across my bottom lip—“and you know I’ll give it to you.”
I licked the tip of his thumb, heat pooling in my core at the sight of his lips curving into a seductive smile when I sucked his thumb into my mouth. His fingertips stroked my cheekbone as I swirled my tongue, hollowing my cheeks and bobbing my head in an imitation of what I wanted.
“You want me to fuck this mouth?” he asked softly.
But through the bond there was another question, one that could not quite be put into words. There was worry over my anxiety, his concern that perhaps he had pushed me to return home before I was ready. He wanted this, and if it would allow me a moment of peace within the storm he would give it to me, but only if it was what I wanted.
I nodded around his hand, pushing my reassurance through the bond. This was what I wanted and what I needed.
Eamon rumbled low in his chest, pulled his thumb from my mouth and dragged down my bottom lip to expose my teeth before he slid his hand through my hair, leaving a trail of saliva over my jaw. “Then take it out, my love, and take what you need.”
I greedily opened the placket of his trousers and drew out his heavy cock, already glistening with need. I leaned forward, lapping at the tip, shivering at the taste before I closed my lips over the crown and sucked. His hand tightened in my hair and I could feel the hold he had on his control through our connection.
I pressed my thighs together tightly, wanting to see that control break, to witness Eamon lost in the throes of his need. Slowly, I drew more of him in, desire pooling in my core from his next moan. His hips jerked ever so slightly and I followed the small hint, bobbing and sucking, massaging the bottom of his cock with my tongue.
“Adrienne…fuck.”
My attention flicked up toward his face. Eamon’s head was tilted to the side, mouth half open, citrine eyes blazing gold. I relaxed into the hold he had on my hair, my hands dropping from his hips to my lap. His free hand stroked my cheek, no doubt feeling the curve of himself pushing against my lips.
“I could spend a millennium right here with you,” he panted as he pumped his hips, testing the boundaries of howdeep I could take him. “Eternity wrapped—fuck—in your heat, in your body that has been…the only thing that truly feels like—like home.”
My answering moan had his eyes rolling back in his head. This was what I wanted: Eamon undone above me, blood sweat glistening on his brow as he fucked my mouth. But when I felt his pleasure tighten through the bond, he pulled me off his length and lifted me to my feet. I opened my mouth in protest before he spun me.
“Put your hands on the mirror,” he commanded, dragging up my skirts until the lace I wore was exposed. His fingers curled around the fabric, knuckles dragging over my clit, making me shudder while they ripped. Before I could take my next breath, he slammed into me, sheathing himself to the hilt.
I cried out, head tipping back, dizzy with pleasure. His hand came around to bracket my throat, dragging my chin down.
“Look,” he panted, pointing my face toward the mirror. “See what you do to me.”
If I’d thought Eamon was undone before, it was nothing compared to now. His eyesglowed, fangs sharp and gleaming in the candlelight, the undone laces of his tunic swaying with each punishing thrust. Every so often his attention dipped to where we were joined and he pushed the image to me through the bond.
“See how perfectly you take me? My perfect, perfect mate.” I moaned again as his eyes found mine in our reflection. “Touch yourself, my love, come with me. I need you.”
I reached beneath the fabric of my skirts, pressing my fingers to my clit. Stars burst behind my eyes as a sudden orgasm overwhelmed me. His name fell from my lips as I shattered around him, his own release pumping in time with my heart. Eamon kissed me as our bodies stilled, then pulled myhand from between my thighs and bent my arm so he could suck my release from my fingertips.
“All will be well,” he promised, “because I am with you.”
The little streetwhere I’d spent so much of my time when I first moved to the inner city was quiet as we approached. We’d taken a stroll through the Souzterain, Eamon pointing out the changes that had already been made—old stalls restored to their original locations from before the Covenant’s decrees had changed everything. I’d wanted to ask about Risqeu, but I held my tongue, knowing whatever would happen with the business was Lilith’s news to share.
