His command wreaks havoc on my already fraying senses, and I hollow my cheeks, swirling my tongue around his digit and biting slightly.
“That’s my good girl.”
His praise washes over me like sparks of delirium, and I become a living, breathing pyre of ecstasy. If I could combust right now into molten ash, I would die on the highest peak of my life. I come screaming his name over and over again, and he doesn’t relent, doesn’t slow down his punishing pace.
Killian drags me up by my boneless arms, sitting back on his heels, knees spread wide apart, as he wraps my legs around his waist and keeps me upright with one arm, the other supporting his weight behind him as he drives into me with unfettered lust.
This angle brings him so deep within me that pain wrapped in bliss spreads through my veins, from my center to every nerve ending. I feel the urge to inflict the same on him, to make him tremble in ruin and rapture, just like I crash and burn with his every caress.
I tangle my tongue with his, my hips picking up pace, matching his brutal rhythm stroke after stroke, the wet sound of our fucking filling up the underground gallery—a debased hymn to the unholy Gods from their unconventional champions. Sinners mistaken for saviors. I drag my teeth across his bottom lip and bite harshly until blood blossoms on my tongue, the taste exquisitely filthy, the drops not merely enough.
“I want to drink you up, Killian, to bathe in your blood, as you in mine,” I whisper harshly, licking the surface wound I caused as it already closes.
“Please,” I moan, unhinged. I need his blood as much as I need air. It’s a corrupt craving I can’t control, a yearning unleashed.
“Your wish is my command, umbra,” he answers, bringing his wrist to his lips, but he hesitates before biting. “But you should know, if you die with my blood in your system, you’ll awaken as a vampire. Not that I’dmind having my Vampire Queen in every literal sense, but it shouldn’t be a choice you take lightly.”
“I don’t care, Killian. I would die a thousand deaths for you, and awaken a thousand more. I don’t carewhat I am,just thatI am with you.”
His approval rumbles through his chest, and he bites deep into his own wrist, blood flowing freely as he brings the wound to my lips and lets me drink. His fangs are on my neck in the next breath, breaching skin and burning my veins with euphoric condemnation. The blood trickling down my throat feels like destruction and creation, like the world ends and begins only with him.
I have half a mind to beg him never to leave this cave. To damn the entire realm and let it all decay while we keep fucking, lost in each other for centuries on end. We don’t need anybody else; all we need is to taste our sins, to stay connected like this, not two beings with the weight of the world shackling their souls, but one carnal monster made of lust and profanity.
We come undone in perfect harmony, his cum filling me up as my walls clench viciously around his cock. It’s almost too much of an orgasmic haze to bear, but I don’t want to miss a second of it. I don’t want it to ever end.
As I slump in Killian’s arms, relinquishing my hold on his wrist, he swirls his tongue around the punctures, healing the bite marks, and he keeps staring at my throat.
“Now that you’ve admitted who you belong to,” he lazily says, licking his fangs, “I think it’s high time the whole damn world knew too.”
He trails a finger on my flesh slowly, in a spot between my pulse point and collarbone.
“Here. I’ll carve my name so deep within you, you’ll carry it like an unholy scripture for every unworthy male to see and tremble in fear upon the sight.”
“Do it,” I say with a gasp. “Mark me, and I’ll return the favor.”
His crimson eyes gleam with possessive madness as he grabs his dagger and places it in my palm.
I press the tip above his collarbone, ready to lay my claim, feeling his fangs push into my flesh not in a bite, but in a branding. Our shadows join in, his crimson ones coiling around his canines just as my dark ones layer onto the point of the dagger slicing my initial upon him.
The sting of an open wound fades into a dull throb, and as the shadows recede, I admire my handiwork, only to be greeted by a strange yet familiar symbol instead of my intended design.
A crescent moon wrapped in shadows decorates his clavicle in pink, slightly raised skin. I touch his own marking at the base of my throat, only to find a circular scar, not bigger than a coin. I already know what I shall discover there when I look upon myself in a mirror.
An Ouroboros, forever consuming itself.
“How peculiar,” I murmur in awe. “The symbols from your daggers. How could it be?”
“Akaori herself must indeed bless our union, little umbra,” he whispers in unbridled astonishment before he kisses me senseless, his tongue chasing my own with such fervency that it sends another thrilling pulse through my bloodstream.
I cannot help but wonder what it all truly means.
Chapter 22
Killian
“Areyousurewecan’t go back to the lake cave, postpone the world ending for a while longer?” I askmybeautiful, fearlessfuture Queen, as she drags me by the hand through another lightless tunnel.
Finally, she ismine. No more pretending or denying the blatant truth.
