Chapter 46 #2
We both moaned.
His hand clutched my hip, eyes holding mine as his crown slid past my entrance, stretching me wide. There was a sting of pain, but the promise of pleasure had me starving for more.
“Need all of you,” I panted.
“So very bossy,” he mused. Then, he began to conquer every inch of me, giving my body no choice but to accept his.
Adrenaline coursed through my veins.
I had never felt more alive as Death filled me with his cock.
“Look at yourself,” he spoke seductively. “How tightly your cunt clutches around me, taking me so well .”
I glanced down, amazed at how he had fit all of that inside me. It made me feel dizzy. It made me feel carnal. Still, it wasn’t enough. A third of him was still unsheathed, and that simply would not do .
I spread my legs wider, needing to have all of him.
Obliging, he slid himself deeper. He was almost all the way in when—
I gasped at the strange sensation.
There was an intense pressure, making me feel so incredibly full.
It was uncomfortable and delicious all at once, and I craved to feel it again.
He pulled his hips back, granting me a second of relief, then pressed back in, hitting the deepest part of me, evicting the air from my lungs, the soul from my body.
“Does it feel good to have me so deep?” he murmured as he pulled back and did it again. “Claiming my cunt.” And again.
“Yes, gods, yes,” I cried out for him, at the unreal sensations starting at my sex, shooting throughout my body.
“Gods?” Von mocked, his fingers drifting into my hair. He gave it a gentle tug. “You pray to one, wife , and he is a territorial bastard.”
He kissed me like a tempest beast, sweeping me away into his powerful storm, the flavor of me still in his mouth, saturating his wicked tongue.
Lips pulling back a breath from mine, he admitted darkly, “I promised you would wear my silver, and although I like seeing my ring around your finger and my tattoos on your chest, it isn’t enough.
I need you covered in my scent, my ink on your skin, my markings, my jewelry.
I need to see my touch all over you. I need to own every part of you.
” His hand cupped my breast, the pad of his thumb toying with my nipple .
“Whatever you want. I am yours.” I moaned as he delivered one long, sensual stroke.
He breathed it in, his fingers releasing my hair. “You are. You are mine, every piece of you.”
A sharp pain shot through my nipple, the feel of it so vicious, I was yanked back from my budding climax.
Head jerking down, my mouth fell open—there was a shadow needle in the tender pink bud. The sight of it made me dizzy, my mind blaring that something so sharp did not belong in something so soft. And yet, there was no denying it—it was very much there , placed horizontally, all the way through.
Warm ichor dribbled from the pierced point.
My world spun, my vision tunneling.
“Stay with me, Little Goddess,” Von directed, rolling his hips, drawing my attention to where we were connected, keeping me right there, with him.
The wicked things he was doing to me . . .
I would be lucky to have a sprig of sanity leftover when he was done.
His hand settled at the base of my breast, lifting it as he dipped his head forward. He ran his hot tongue over my flesh, licking up my shimmering ichor.
A husky, needy sound fell from my lips—the area was so incredibly sensitive, and yet it felt so damn good to have his tongue there.
I craved more.
My fingers wove into his hair as he took my nipple, shadow needle and all, into his mouth. His tongue brushed against it, and the stretching sensation I felt—suddenly, it was gone.
Like that, Von drank from the piercing.
It was a dizzying, sexy sight.
The pain dissolved, leaving nothing but pleasure in its wake. His mouth was scalding, but I felt something cool slide into my nipple—it felt no different than inserting an earring.
Von pulled back, and I looked down.
The wound was completely healed, in it a delicate, silver barbell.
Gently, Von moved his hips. His thrusts were slow, sensual, but they were deep . With each one, I saw stars. His fingers swirled my nipple, and I moaned at the stimulation, at his carnal thrusts. It all felt incredible.
He felt incredible.
“Do the other one,” I rasped, unable to believe the words coming from my mouth. I hated needles, and here I was, asking for him to pierce me again. Surface level, I probably looked like a masochist, but deep down, this was so much more than that.
This was a reckoning, my payment to the God of Death for my sins against him. It was a pledge, of my devotedness to him forevermore. And lastly, it was symbolic of my willingness to surrender to him—my mate, my king, my husband.
“Lean back,” he commanded, eyes burning like emerald fire.
Obliging him, I did, my torso hanging dangerously out the window, my legs hooked around his hips as he continued to thrust inside.
“Tip your head to the sky.” His hand swept down my neck, down my chest, lower yet.
I looked up, toward the bright, vivid moon—the only witness to the pledges we had made tonight.
His knuckles grazed over the unpierced flesh. Lightly, he pinched the soft bud. I felt something sharp press against it.
I buried my teeth in my bottom lip, anticipation swelling.
Von retreated, unsheathing himself almost fully.
At the same time his shadows pierced my flesh, he drove back in.
“Von!” I screamed, as pain and pleasure exploded, my world flashing with blinding white light.
I didn’t orgasm, no, but what I felt was on an entirely different level of bliss.
And I had no words to explain it, but all I knew was that it was such an incredible high, an adrenaline rush unlike anything I had ever felt before.
Like jumping off a cliff. It was exhilarating .
“I’m right here, love, I’m right here,” he reassured me, his mouth finding mine, kissing me sweetly. “You did so well,” he praised between kisses.
My arms enveloped his neck, his thrusts slow and sensual, purposeful, keeping my thoughts on where we were connected.
“That was unreal,” I whispered, still half-dazed.
“We’re not done yet, sweetheart,” he promised. His fingers played with the piercing. “What do you think of them?”
Them?
Blinking, I looked down, amazed to find he’d installed the other barbell as well. When he did it, I didn’t know.
The one thing I did know?
Von was right—sometimes, you needed to feel the pain of something to feel like you had a right to have it.
“I love them.” I looked up to him. “I love you.”
Von lowered his forehead against mine, his arms wrapping around me. “I love you, Sage. More than anything.” His long, deep thrusts were different now. They were purposeful, amplifying the truth behind his spoken words.
With each stroke, he drove that message into me— how much he loved me.
With each one, he carved his claim into me— mine .
There was just one thing missing . . .
“The bond,” I moaned in a breathy tone, lungs searching for air.
“You remember what comes next, yes?” he asked.
“I do,” I said. I tipped my head to the side, offering him my neck.
“No, I’ve already had your ichor tonight,” he mused, his thumb stroking my nipple, a gentle reminder. “You need to take mine.”
“But how?”
“Use your teeth, Kitten.”
“I don’t know how. ”
“You do. Your body does. Think of the taste of me. I promise, they’ll come.”
I leaned into the image, picturing my teeth piercing his skin, thinking of the way his powerful ichor had once tasted on my tongue, how intoxicating it was and how—
This is how things will be for you now, Moonbeam , Aurelius’s voice whispered in my mind.
I went board stiff, my eyes stretching wide.
“Sage?” Von stopped abruptly, his hands flying to my face, caressing my cheeks.
I blinked.
“What’s going on?” he asked, voice worried.
I clutched on to his forearms, peering into his eyes.
His beautiful green eyes, like home to me.
If I didn’t drink Von’s blood, the bond would never be restored. Aurelius would win. He would still have control over me. No, I refused to let him have any part of me. I refused to let him win.
“Sage?”
“I’m fine,” I said, rolling my hips. “I need more of this.”
“You’re sure?”
I nodded. “I am.”
He brought his mouth to mine, kissing me as he began to move his hips. My legs tightened around him, as he stroked my body higher and higher. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, our bodies tangled up in each other.
He scooped me up from the windowsill and walked us over to the wall, pressing me firmly against it, locking me between two impossibly hard things as he drove himself into me with powerful thrusts.
I kissed Von’s jaw, going down toward his neck.
I could feel the blood swelling beneath his skin, feel it calling out to me. I could do this, I could—
This is how things will be for you now, Moonbeam, Aurelius’s voice repeated inside my head, his phantom still there.
No, I internally snarled back at his ghost. Because Von isn’t you, and he will never use me like you did. Power filled my veins as my canines erupted from my mouth, and I plunged them into Von’s neck.
“That’s my girl,” my mate purred as I willfully drank from him.
Raw, ancient power exploded across my tongue, filling me with incredible strength. It was intoxicating. It was divine. It was Von. And he was all mine.
Pulling back, I licked his honey-sweet blood from my lips and said, “I claim you.”
“As I claim you,” he answered, branding his vow against my lips with the seal of his kiss.
I cried out as our bodies moved, speaking a dialect entirely their own.
Ancient magic thrummed around us, swirling and twirling, building into a grand crescendo. It delved beneath our skin, and we began to glow, our joined bodies encased in silver light as our souls were welded back together.
Like winter caving to spring, what once was dormant began to bloom—
The bond was reborn.
His emotions, so full of pleasure and love, thundered through me, intertwining with my own. The power of it was so strong, it sent us spiraling over the edge. My inner muscles clenched around his length, tightening and releasing as I rode out my orgasm, his name on my breathless, trembling lips.
A predator’s roar came from him as he spilled his seed inside of me, the sticky, hot substance filling me. Some of it leaked out, dripping down his beautiful length, smearing between my thighs—making a mess of us both.
Panting, he lowered his forehead to mine. “From the Three Realms until the next.”
“And whatever comes beyond that,” I rasped out the pledge, my body completely spent.