22. Elzora
22
ELZORA
“ H ow are you feeling?” Mael asks. I look across the room to where he’s leaning against the doorframe, his concerned expression softening that soul-deep warmth that makes my heart skip, and the little flame inside of me pulses. There’s a weight in his gaze that sends a shiver down my spine, anticipation of our evening already building.
My eyes trail over his naked chest, moving from rune to rune, as a feeling of possessiveness fills me. Something inside practically cheering ‘this is my mate’, and I can’t help the pride.
Mael’s gorgeous, and he knows it based on the almost smug look on his face as he flexes his body under my attention. He’s so muscular, so… firm, and as my eyes trail downwards, I notice he’s only wearing a pair of light grey shorts.
Calf’s aren’t sexy, not really… but Mael’s could make a true effort.
His amber eyes are lit up in joy, and based on the fluffiness of his light brown hair, I know he’s dried it using his powers after his shower. He’s beautiful, perfect, really, and all mine .
“I love your thoughts, Ellie baby, truly, you know how to make a man feel appreciated,” Mael says, his voice sultry and arousing .
I’m so glad there’s a lot of steam coming from my bath to provide the cover for my blush. My thighs press together, shifting the water. The steam rises in lazy curls, making my skin feel both slick and impossibly sensitive to every slight movement.
Or it could be the heat in his gaze. My fire anima nexum absolutely could smoulder my body this way, with one single look.
“But trust me when I say that nothing in this world or another has ever been more beautiful than you.” I roll my eyes, and he raises a brow. “Are you really going to argue with me?”
“I know I’m pretty, but the way you look at me as if I’m the centre of your universe is just…” I mumble, my voice catching slightly on the words. I’m not blind, and it’s hard to deny it after years of devotion from each of my men. They constantly make sure I know every good thing about myself.
But that doesn’t mean I’m comfortable with it, and I’m unable to meet the intensity of his gaze when the raw adoration there overwhelms my senses.
“Accurate?” His words are a soft murmur as he strides across the room to crouch next to me in the bathtub that he filled only an hour ago. There’s a hint of lavender in his smoky scent as he cups my cheek.
His palms are slightly calloused, but his fingertips are smooth as they trace my jawline. His touch is so gentle, so loving.
“I love you.” The words tumble out of my mouth without thought.
His dark amber eyes light up in true happiness as he brushes his lips against mine. “I love you more than life itself, Ellie. Now, do you want me to heat this bath up so you can have longer to relax or are you ready to get out?”
I think if he heated this bath up anymore, my body would genuinely erupt in flames. I’m already burning—hungry for something I’m not sure I’m brave enough to ask for.
“Oh, love, don’t you know that you don’t even need to ask?” Mael says, that sultry voice back. Despite the heat in the room, I shiver under his gaze.
I don’t hear him mutter a spell, but my robe flies off the counter and lands in his hands.
He rises to his feet and holds it out for me. I don’t hesitate, and his eyes don’t wander any lower than my face.
How he has that much willpower, I’ll never know.
He smirks. “Trust me, baby, it’s only because I want the absolute luxury of unwrapping you in our bed that I withheld.”
He leads me through to the bedroom, and I notice that there are a few candles in here that are now lit. The windows are closed, and I wonder how King will get in, but Mael doesn’t seem concerned by that.
Nobody is home yet, but our bonds are stable and nobody is hurt, so I’m not too panicked. Well, as long as I continue to ignore it, that is.
I want this time with Mael, and selfishly, I’m going to take it.
“Hearing you say that, is a gift I don’t think I deserve,” Mael says brightly. He winks at me as I open my mouth to protest. “Don’t worry, baby, I don’t need one of your lectures. Just because I don’t deserve you doesn’t mean I’m stupid enough to not take you.”
He lifts me into his arms, and I feel a brief flash of his power across my skin, drying me instantly. So handy.
I wrap my legs around his waist, my arms looping around his neck, as I beam at him. “Your selfishness when it comes to me is something I’ve come to adore.”
Mael’s hands span my waist, his fingertips pressing into my hips just enough to make me hyper-aware of the barrier between us.
He smirks. “Don’t you worry, I won’t be selfish where it matters.” He tilts his head, his brows furrowing together as his amber eyes seem to darken. “Well, actually, I probably will be, but it’ll for sure be to your benefit.”
My confusion must show because he laughs.
“I have a feeling that when I finally get to taste you, Elzora, that I won’t be satisfied until I devour you over and over, until the scent of you is the only thing I can breathe.”
I gasp, and I think we both feel the way my thighs tighten around his waist.
Wow, I did not expect Mael to be a talker.
We just gaze at each other, my eyes unable to move from his, and I take the time to calm my arousal ever so slightly. I want this—I want him, fully—but for that to happen, I want to do it with our magicae first.
I want to complete our bond.
“You never call me Elzora.” I run my fingers through the hair at the base of his skull as my tummy flutters in the most exciting way. “I quite like it.”
His expression becomes far more serious, and I guarantee he’s heard my silent thoughts. “I want you to know that we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”
“I surmised.”
“I’m being serious, little minx,” he says. “My balls are literally in your court.”
I bury my head into his neck, trying to hide my giggles.
“No, you know what I mean. You have the upper hand here, and all you have to say is stop, and we can stop.”
The authenticity in his words sobers my amusement up, and I pull back to look into his beautiful amber eyes. “Mal?—”
“I’d love nothing more than to have you screaming my name, but?—”
“Mael,” I interject, and he presses his lips together, tightening his hold on me. “I want… I want to bond with you.”
My words come out barely above a whisper, but they seem to electrify the air between us. His lips part, his eyes widening with a vulnerability I rarely see from him. For a heartbeat, the carefully maintained control wavers, his chest heaving with a sharp intake of breath.
It takes him a few seconds before the surprise melts into something deeper, something more primal, and I tighten my grip around his neck, not wanting him to let go of me.
Our chests are pressed together, the warmth of his skin something I can’t feel due to my robe, but when it’s quiet, I can hear our hearts beating in sync.
It’s time to bond fully with my fire witch and complete the bond that fate gifted us.
He’s been my protector since we were children, and I’ve loved him just as long. Each touch now carries the weight of our history but burns with something entirely new.
Childhood love is so, so different to adult love… and right now, all I can think about is how he’s matured, how he’s developed, and how fate found me worthy enough to be his.
“You’re perfect, Ellie,” he murmurs, stumbling over to the bed. “I’ve been waiting for this day since the moment I laid eyes on you.”
I scoff as he untangles me from him and drops me onto the mattress. My robe adjusts, and I tug it into place so he can have the luxury of unwrapping me .
“What’s so funny?”
“Not funny, but you couldn’t have known from the day that we met.”
He cocks a brow, coming to lay alongside me. “Trust me, Ellie baby, I knew.”
“But your primordium ? — ”
“I knew.”
I bite my lip and nod my head. “Okay. Now, how do we do this?”
“How did you and Ry do it?”
I tap my head. “Mentally.”
“And Vexus?”
Thinking back to how my soul witch and I completed our bond, I can feel fire spreading across me in all of the wrong places. I squirm in my spot, and Mael guffaws at the look on my face. “Um, yeah.”
“Sex?”
I shrug, trying to appear nonchalant, but I can feel the heat burning into my cheeks. “Yes. In my… soul.”
That stops the amusement from my fire witch. “Well, I’m jealous of that. ”
I move so that I’m straddling his hips and look down at him. I move my hair to the left side of my neck and let my fingers trace down his chest. Every pressured touch causes his muscles to flex and his eyes to darken. It’s tantalising.
Where my robe blocked our chests from touching, it’s his shorts that stop us from meeting there.
A shame, really.
“You’re not jealous that Vex and I… you know?”
He shakes his head. “I knew that you and the others would have sex, baby. I knew I’d share you, and I have no qualms about that. As long as I get to spend my time with you, too, then that’s all I need.”
“But you’re jealous we did it before you?” I scrunch my nose up.
Mael reaches up and grabs my hair with his hand, wrapping it around his fist. He doesn’t tug, doesn’t pull, there’s just the pressure of knowing that he could that causes those butterflies to flutter around so distractingly.
I try to subtly move, scared that I’m making a wet spot on Mael’s light grey shorts, but he uses his other hand to grip my hip. I still immediately.
Wow, can my heart really beat this fast?
“I’m jealous that fucker got to explore your soul because that’s something I can’t do with you.” His eyes flicker from amber to burnt oranges a few times, in a mesmerising move, before settling as burnt orange. There’s a rush of fire in the air—I can smell the hint of smokiness, feel the heat tickling my skin.
“He can never do this with you, though, can he, Ellie baby?” Mael murmurs, gently tugging my hair and head to the side as heat erupts across my entire body.
I don’t know why it’s pleasurable.
I don’t know why I moan.
But sparks fly between us as my robe literally disintegrates in the air. I’m bare before him, and the look of true lust on his face empowers me where embarrassment threatens to take over.
“You’re fucking stunning.”
The rosiness in my cheeks is absolutely due to the heat in the room and not because I’m blushing.
This is a hill I’ll die on.
“You won’t die on any hills when I’m around, Ellie baby,” he snarls, tugging me once more. I fall to the side, but it was clearly a move he did on purpose because his hand is still in my hair, but now he’s on top of me, his lips so close to mine.
I don’t hesitate in reaching up and letting them meet. My lips pliant, his demanding, as the slight rasp of his evening stubble brushes against my skin. There’s so much heat across our bodies, and this time, I take the initiative to burn away his clothes.
Mael hisses into my mouth, mumbling about how I’m dangerous, and beautiful, and so fucking sexy. How he knew that my fire would love his, how he knew I was his perfect match.
I can barely keep up with the intensity of his love, never mind try to respond.
“I love you, and I can’t wait for our bond to be completed,” he says, pulling away from me. I spread my legs, wrapping my arms around his neck, as he adjusts so he’s between my thighs.
I feel the head of him pressing against me, not at my entrance, but—“Oh.”
He smirks, his eyes lit up with a wicked deviousness. “Oh, indeed. Do you think I could make you cum like this, dirty girl?”
I preen and whimper as he rocks back and forth, his hard length brushing over my clit, once, twice, thrice.
Oh, wow.
It’s so tantalising.
“What do you say, baby? Should I do it? Should I use my cock this way, to make you scream my name?”
I shiver and whine, nodding my head. My eyes flutter shut, and for the first time, he tugs on my hair. It doesn’t hurt, per se, but it wasn’t gentle.
My eyes fly open, and my lips draw into a pout.
“Don’t give me that look,” he lectures, leaning forward to bring my bottom lip between his teeth. I shiver and try to move to meet his thrusts. Another tug.
Oh, clearly that’s not allowed.
“You learn so fast, baby.” He pulls away. “You keep your eyes open—you remember that it’s me who makes you feel this way. That the pleasure and the heat you’re feeling comes from me.”
“Okay, Mal, okay,” I whimper. My body is so tense that every touch feels like an electric shock, so powerful, so potent. “Please, Mal.”
“Oh, yes, beg again, my love,” he commands, moving faster. I can feel my orgasm building, feel the pressure coiling tight inside me, as he continually pushes me towards that peak of pleasure.
He lowers his head, kissing down my neck and my sternum before drawing my nipple into his mouth. I cry out, wrapping my legs around him as I tighten my hold on his neck. He’s moved now so the angle is weird, and I end up pulling his hair.
“Oh, fuck yes, love,” he hisses against my nipple. Hot air is blown over it, and I cry out once more. My words aren’t even intelligible, just complete nonsense as he holds me in this place of pleasure with no true desire to shove me over the ledge.
I’m a panting mess, pleading, begging, desiring.
I want this orgasm.
He lets go of my hair and pushes my legs open wider. There’s a burn in my hips, but I don’t care, not when he can make me feel this good.
“Does my dirty girl want her orgasm?”
I nod, pleading. “Yes, yes, so badly, please.”
He grins, and I can feel my orgasm slipping away as his sensuous voice whispers, “You won’t be coming until you’re wrapped around my cock, Ellie baby. Can you handle that?”
“Yes.” Did I scream? He doesn’t seem to care as he groans. “Please, now, please.”
“What do you need, love?”
I don’t know if he’s deliberately being obtuse, but I can feel the pressure building again, faster this time, as he rocks back and forth. My magicae pulses beneath my skin in waves, making my muscles quiver with each surge, as I hold it back from meeting his.
My fingers curl involuntarily against his shoulders, my nails biting into his flesh as my body responds on instinct. Every nerve ending seems to fire at once, my skin so sensitive that even the brush of air makes me gasp. My hips move of their own accord— I swear, it wasn’t me— seeking more contact, as my thighs tremble.
“Ah, ah, ah.” He tuts at me once more, and I whimper, the almost pained feeling cruising through me hard to ignore at the denial.
“I need you in me, please. I need an orgasm. I need… I need,” I gasp as he presses against me, no longer moving, just putting pressure against that spot. “Mal, please.”
He smirks. “You want me in you, baby?”
“Please.” I tug on his hair, rocking my hips up and down, not caring about the pain, as I try to reach him.
“You only had to say, baby,” he taunts. I squeal in frustration as he moves, and my orgasm starts to fade away.
Muttering “ Vagina ” under his breath, Mael doesn’t hesitate this time. My grin at the spell’s English name disappears as soon as he moves.
He presses into my entrance and thrusts into me ever so slowly, so carefully. I can’t stop myself from meeting his thrusts, and I’m so relieved that he doesn’t tell me off for it. It takes three before he’s fully inside of me, and I sob in relief, feeling the pressure, the fullness, the claiming.
My eyes meet his, and I don’t need the psychic bond between us to be able to understand the depth of his feelings. A visible shudder runs through him as our gazes lock together, his pupils dilating until only a thin ring of amber remains.
The muscles in his jaw flex and release, his throat working as he swallows hard. My eyes follow his Adam’s apple as he seems to release a hint of a growl that has me moaning in response.
His eyes are lustrous, his grin wide and powerful, as he sees the effect he has on me. The joy radiating from him is everything and more, and I can feel in my soul how right it was to have this moment now.
“I love you,” he whispers, kissing away my tears. “You’re so perfect, Ellie, so beautiful. You feel so good wrapped around me. Does my dirty girl want to come now?”
“Yes, yes.”
It feels impossible for his grin to widen, but it does. “Now, to bond, you’re going to have to trust me, beautiful girl. Can you do that?”
“I trust you.” I clench around him, and he tuts at me.
“Ah, ah, ah, little minx, we’re not doing that right now. I’ve given you what you wanted, but before you get the orgasm your greedy little pussy is demanding, you’ll give me what I want.”
I clench again, so turned on by the dirty words his mouth is saying, and I can feel his body shudder. A bead of sweat drips down his temple as he lets out a short, desperate pant.
Hm, it seems I’m affecting him a lot.
“I want you to let your fire out, baby,” he demands, his words darker, headier. “A fire witch bonds by burning away the barriers between the two.”
“Like… like this?” I gasp, and he thrusts a little deeper inside of me. My moan is ridiculously loud, and I’m so glad we’re home alone.
“Like this,” he repeats. “That’s where the trust comes in, Ellie baby. Our fire can’t hurt us, it won’t hurt us, but you need to feel it. Last time I tried to get you to bring your fire forward, you burnt these beauties into me and branded me as yours.”
“I did,” I say, running my hands up and down his muscular biceps. “I was terrified.”
“But it was the best moment of my life.” He leans down, pecking my lips. His eyes twinkle as he pulls back. “Eventually.”
“So I let my fire out, and it does… what?”
“Our fire will connect as one and burn away the barriers between our souls. We’ll bond fully and completely, and you’ll be just as much mine as I am yours.”
I clench around him, whimpering, as my magicae seems to race through me in desire.
He smirks. “I’ll not tell you off for that one since I can feel how fucking desperate you are for me, little minx. Your desire is the biggest fucking turn on. Now, are you ready?”
“No,” I say, shaking my head as I rock my hips against him. “I’m terrified but also… too turned on to, um, not.”
He laughs. “You go first, and then I’ll do all the work, okay?”
“Okay.”
He doesn’t complain when I close my eyes, and I fall into an almost meditative state—as close as you can get when hyper-charged with serious sexual frustration that is—as I connect with my primordium.
I’ve managed to pull upon Mael’s magicae so many times that it’s instinctive at this point. But this time, I don’t want to draw on his fire but my own.
I want to bond with him. I want to be free, to share this passion, to blow away the barriers between our souls so that our bond can be as pure as possible.
“Fucking hell, Ellie,” Mael exclaims, his voice full of awe, as I open my eyes. He’s still inside of me, his member twitching, as he looks at me.
I don’t understand where the panic is, why there’s no anxiety attack, as I regard my own body in this moment. I’m on fire, literally , but unlike the bright reds and the beautiful mixture of ambers and oranges, of yellows and even white that comes with fire… I’m gold.
Gold, ferocious, flames are coating me completely.
“Wow,” I whisper.
“Watch,” my fire mate demands, over his shock, and my hip burns ever so slightly as Mael’s fire erupts out of him and connects with my own. I cry out as his hips finally, finally start to move, and my body is so over sensitive in all of the best ways.
Butterflies, electric-shocks, and burns rage around my body as our bond forms, but he doesn’t stop thrusting. The pleasure builds, the bond strengthens, and on a cry, I scream his name as I finally fall off that ledge and land into the river of rewards.
Our bond snaps into place, sending me into an even stronger orgasm, and I can’t do much other than moan and cry out his name, clutching his body as close to mine as possible.
I love this man.
“I love you more,” he murmurs, following me over the edge. I can feel his liquid inside of me as the peak of my orgasm starts to fade, and I cling to him as we ride out the aftershocks together.
My heart is full, my mind calm, and I’m truly content.
“You’re as wonderful as I knew you’d be, Elzora Myxere. Thank you for choosing me.”
I reach up and cup his cheeks. “No, Mal, thank you for choosing me. For standing by me, for protecting me, for loving me—after all this time, I’m the luckiest girl in the world.”
He’s smug, and I don’t even care. He deserves to be.
“Yes, you are, princess. You’re the luckiest,” he says, brushing a kiss to my lips before freezing. His eyes meet mine. “Don’t you dare tell Etrix that I stole his name for you.”
I giggle. “What’s in it for me?”
His hips thrust forward, and he waggles his brows.
“Again?” I whisper.
He smirks. “Ryes and Vexus might have weak cocks that need longer recovery time, Ellie baby, but my dick knows it’s job when it’s inside of you.”
“And what is that job?” I ask, blushing wildly, despite being very at ease with his dirty mouth.
“To give you every ounce of pleasure I can wring from your body, and then do it again.” His lips press to my neck. “And again.”
And he bites down, eliciting a half-gasp, half-moan, mouthing “And again” against me.
Well, I missed the sign-up for this event, but I’m so grateful I bagged an interview anyway.