My Blood Is Yours (The Summoning #1)

35. Elowen

ELOWEN

O verwhelming emotion washes over me at his words. Sariel tilts his head to the side to bare his throat to me once more, and I steel myself, putting my faith in his words. My hands cup his jaw as I press a lingering kiss to his lips before bringing my lips to hover over the curve of the long, thick column of his neck. My tongue licks a thick stripe along it to explore where my fangs should find their home. I can feel the blood rushing beneath his veins with my newly heightened senses, and in the same moment, an impulse I can no longer ignore spears through me. My lips draw back, and my jaw opens to take his flesh between my teeth. My heart seems to stall, and my breath catches in the space between—when my new fangs sink into his flesh like an anchor in water.

Rich, creamy, sweet copper spills into my mouth and it sets something deep within me—both body and soul—ablaze with what I can only describe as heavenly fire. I can feel his magic, can feel the essence of him pouring into me, infusing me, permeating every cell of my body. A startled and blissful, muffled cry escapes me as I gulp down his blood. Sariel’s arms tighten around me as a heady groan rises from his throat. Tingling energy, that almost feels like a rush of cool water, pours through me, and I can feel what I can only describe as a tether connecting my soul—my body—to his burst to life.

A sense of fullness and rightness suffuses me, I know that I need no more blood, but something else. Sariel straightens as I sit back, licking my lips of any lingering blood. His eyes glitter with awe and emotion as his eyes rover over me. I make a mental note to look in a mirror as soon as I can pry myself from him. Later. Much, much later.

Bracing my hands on his broad shoulders, my hips work to and fro over his length, sliding up and down and pressing further to take his knot. Sariel’s hands skate over my thighs, around the curve of my ass and up to cradle my waist. The blatant awe and reverence held in his eyes make my heart flutter.

Sariel wills a small, velvet box into one hand and opens it. My efforts slow as my jaw slackens, and my eyes burn at the sight of the ruby and gold-yellow diamond ring. I can feel the beloved, familiar hum of Sariel’s daemon magic radiating from it.

“Will you give me the honor and the privilege of standing beside me in all things for all our days, Elowen?”

Tears slip down my cheeks as I manage to nod through my watery smile as he pulls the ring from the box and slips it on my finger.

“Would you take my surname as your own?”

My fingers curl into the muscled flesh of his chest as I give another tremulous nod, eyes flicking back and forth between his handsome face and the dazzling ring.

My soulbound buries his hands in my hair as he captures my lips before tucking me firmly against him and turning us to lay me beneath him. His knees drive mine apart, pinning one to the side with one hand as his tail wraps around the other, spreading me wide. Sariel’s strokes deepen on each thrust, and I can feel his knot stretching me further until it’s at the thickest point.

“I love fucking you, Elowen Caelestis.”

Caelestis is his last name. My heart bursts with need to weep my joy at where life has led us. Straight into each other’s arms, against all odds.

“I love you more than life itself.”

So close to being fully buried to the hilt, his thumb works over my clit, making my core spasm around him, as if trying to grip him and pull him the rest of the way in. My orgasm rises as Sariel inches forward, and I can feel his cock growing impossibly harder. Tears stream from my cheeks the overwhelming, intoxicating melange of bliss, rightness, love, and pleasure.

“Oh, fuck… Sariel, I’m cumming.”

“Me too, mea floarea.”

His eyes hold mine as he finally thrusts the rest of the way forward, forcing my eager body to welcome his knot. With stolen breath, my climax crests, and in the same moment Sariel gives a soul-deep groan as his cock and knot pulse inside me as my pussy spasms, milking him.

“Fucking gods, Elowen…”

His gaze shifts to take in where we are joined. Where his cum is beginning to trickle out from around him as the last of my orgasm shudders through me, squeezing around his knot.

The adoration and gratitude in his expression is hard with emotion when his gaze lifts to mine. “This is all for me, princess?”

“All yours, my love.”