Page 14 of Claimed By the Forest Reaper

I lie back, letting him. It feels... nice. Intimate. His tongue laps at my sensitive flesh, soothing, healing. His hands stroke my inner thighs, my hips, my stomach. Like he's memorizing me. Like he's worshiping me.

And god, he is. He's on his knees before me, his head bowed, his eyes worshipful. He looks up at me, his gaze full of... love. Adoration. Devotion.

My heart swells. I reach down, cupping his face, stroking his cheek. He leans into my touch, his eyes closing.

"Kaelith," I murmur.

He looks up at me, waiting.

"You're mine," I say. My voice is soft, but firm. A promise. A vow.

He smiles. And it's beautiful. Radiant. It lights up his whole face, transforming him. Making him... not less of a monster, but more of a man.

My man. My mate. My monster.

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I go down on him, determined to return the favor.

He's huge, even soft. I wrap my hand around his shaft, marveling at the size, the weight. I stroke, tentative at first, then firmer. He hardens in my grip, growing, swelling.

I look up at him. His eyes are closed, his head thrown back, his breathing ragged. He's lost in sensation, in pleasure. In me.

I lean in, licking the bead of precum from his tip. He groans, his hips jerking. I smile, then take him into my mouth.

It's a challenge. He's so big, so thick. I can barely fit him. But I try. I use my lips, my tongue, my hands. I take him as deep as I can, then deeper. I suck, I lick, I stroke. I give him everything I've got.

And god, he loves it. His hands fist my hair, holding me in place. His hips thrust, fucking my mouth. His groans fill the air, primal, raw.

I can feel him getting close. His cock swells, his breath hitches. I look up at him, meeting his eyes. His gaze is fierce, intense. Hungry.

"Mine," he growls.

I nod, my mouth still full of him. Yes. Yours.

He roars, his cock jerking. His release floods my mouth, hot, salty. I swallow, drinking him down. Taking all of him.

When he finally pulls out, he's panting, sweat-slicked. His eyes are wild, feral. He looks down at me, awe in his gaze.

"Thalia," he murmurs. My name sounds like a prayer on his lips. A benediction.

I smile up at him. "Yours," I say.

And I am. Body, heart, and soul. I am his. And he is mine. Forever.

HER CHOICE

Sunlight filters through the canopy for the first time in centuries.

I notice it when I wake—thin golden shafts piercing the perpetual twilight of the forest. Kaelith’s arm lies heavy across my waist, his breath warm against my shoulder. The moss beneath us feels softer today, the air lighter. Even the trees seem to sigh, their creaks less like warnings and more like old bones settling.

He stirs when I sit up, silver eyes blinking slowly. His hand slides to my thigh, possessive even half-asleep.

“Something’s different,” I say.

He nods, sitting up. The glowing sigils on his chest pulse faintly, no longer the frantic neon they’d been when we first met. He opens his mouth, hesitates, then says in that deep, graveled voice, “The curse… broke.”

I freeze. “You’re talking.”