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The bond snaps into place, finally complete, like a spiderweb of different materials inside my mind, connecting us all, and with it comes clarity. It seems to cut through the insanity for Emrys as well because he blinks at me, and the redness in his eyes retreats.
He staggers back, pulling from my body, and I land heavily on my bare feet. Horror crosses his face as he looks at me, covered in blood with a chunk of flesh missing. “I’m sorry,” he rasps before turning and stumbling from the armoury, but I’m not done yet. The mate bond is fresh and fragile, and if I let him go now, we’ll lose him forever.
I run after him, finding him heading for the edge of the boat to throw himself off. Tackling him, I drag him down to the deck, flipping him as he stares up at me. In the middle of the storm, I sink down onto his hardening cock. I rip at his clothes, exposing the scars I want to see so badly. The brutal sight below me makes me moan loudly as I clench on his cock, feeling my blood trickle down my skin, mixing with the need between our bodies.
Leaning down, I lick along the rough edges of his scars as he tries to push me away. “I’m a monster. Let me go.”
Licking up his chest to his mouth, I taste myself on his lips. “I like your monster,” I murmur before sitting up and grinding down on him. “Can’t you feel?”
“It’s the heat—”
“Not now.” The heat is gone. This is all me, all him. No mate bond. Just reality.
His eyes widen and he stops struggling, letting me ride his length. Biting my lip, I drop my head back. Water pelts my face as I ride him, and when I open my eyes, he’s watching me with wonder. For a moment, I’m in his head, seeing me. Lightning flashes above me in the stormy sky, and bloody water rolls down my glowing skin. Wonder, need, hunger, and possession fill him before I’m back in my body.
His hands hesitantly frame my hips, feeling my movements before they clench, that red haze returning as he snarls below me, meeting my thrusts and taking over until he fucks me from below.
“Yes!” I scream to the heavens. “Like that!”
Sliding one hand down my body, I gather water, blood, and cum and offer it to him. His lips seal around my fingers, sucking hard as I groan in pleasure and grind down, pressing my clit against his skin. With each thrust, I feel the sensations inside and out. When one hand glides up, pressing to the wound on my shoulder, tugging and playing with the jagged edges, pain flashes through me, mixing with ecstasy and stealing all thoughts and words from me. Agony rips through me, and I watch in fascination as he shows me a piece of torn, bloody flesh before he throws it in his mouth and chews.
It should disturb me, but for some fucking reason, I clench on his cock, consumed by need. The idea of me sustaining him, my flesh and blood running through him, is insanely hot. My head falls back with pleasure, and I’m unable to take any more as my eyes shut. Lightning flashes as I cry out, but I can still sense his need.
Dropping my head forward, I reach for him once more and press his mouth back to the wound. “Finish, it’s okay.”
He hesitates before his tongue rolls out, gently lapping at the wound. The pressure of him tugging on it has pain spasming through me, but it mixes with pleasure, and my moan is swallowed by thunder.
Five minds mix, feeling it all.
It’s overwhelming, and I crack and burst, screaming my release to the gods above, who are probably horrified by the monstrous creatures they created. His length jerks and swells inside me, and his groan is swallowed by my flesh as I feel him come. His seed is thicker than normal, almost like it’s determined to fill my cunt and stay there.
Ecstasy rolls through us all until finally releasing us. The rainwater cools my overheated skin as I hesitantly take a deep breath, the first in hours, only to realise the heat and drive are completely gone.
Curling into his chest, I feel whole for the first time ever. The emptiness is gone, and so is the heat, leaving me shivering, wet, and well used as I close my eyes and slip into the waiting abyss, relieved and sated, just as the storm breaks overhead.
TWENTY-SIX
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Idon’t think I’ve ever been so exhausted or slept so deeply. By the time I wake up, Kitt is nursing a mug of coffee, looking pale and drained. Raiden is leaning against him, snoozing. Bram is still curled up asleep with a blanket over him. Staggering to my feet, I drop into a chair. I’m naked, we all are, and we are covered in marks.
“Where is she?” I mutter as I reach for a mug and take a gulp, soothing my sore throat.
“Can’t you feel her?” Kitt grumbles, and now I know why he’s sulking. The mate bond is secure. I feel it now that he mentioned it.
It’s different than how I feel them in my head, which is as natural as breathing, but she’s there, in my heart and soul. A rope connects us, tethering her to me, and her heart beats alongside mine. I worry if she’s okay, happy, and safe, not like I do for the others.
My eyes turn to the door as I fight the need to see and touch her. “Shit, it’s strong.” I scrub my hand across my face. “What the fuck are we going to do now?”
“I say we just enjoy the ride,” Raiden mutters, cracking an eye open and grinning. “I know I did last night.”
“Enough,” Kitt grumbles. “Emrys is locked away. He’s worried.”
“About what?” I rack my brain, but last night is a blur except for her.
“He went feral,” Kitt admits, and I stiffen. “Ferol brought him back, but you know what he’s like when something like that happens.”
“He’s blaming himself.” I nod, feeling it now that I focus beyond her, eclipsing their thoughts. “Who wants to talk him down?”
