24. Kols
Aflora’s griptightened as she yanked me downward, her lips reclaiming mine, causing me to lose myself to her all over again.
Only this time, I welcomed the forbidden nature of our embrace.
I reveled in the sweet danger brewing between us.
Allowed it to seduce my senses and jerk me into the licentious promise of pure sin.
Her shirt disappeared, allowing me my first real glimpse at her pale skin. “So beautiful,” I mused, kissing a path downward to the lace of her bra. Her blue eyes burned with passion and need, eliciting a smile from me as I licked a delicate path along the crease of her breast. Her nails dug into my scalp, her breaths quickening as I drew the fabric aside with my teeth to reveal one stiff, rosy tip.
I gave it a tentative taste, a groan catching in my throat at the pure lust dilating her pupils in response.
“More,” she begged.
“More what, sweetheart?”
“Just more.” She writhed beneath me, her sweet body primed and ready from all our nighttime flirtations. I could almost feel her need inside me as if we were connected in an intimate pool of thought.
Her whimpers were music to my ears, encouraging me to suck her nipple deep into my mouth. “Kols!” she cried out in response, tossing her head backward on the bed in a rapturous wave.
I nibbled the tip before repeating the action on her other taut peak, my palm cupping her opposite breast and giving it a tender squeeze. Fuck, she was responsive, her entire body vibrating with desire beneath mine from barely any attention to her tits.
All those fantasies taught me what she enjoyed.
But they also gave her insight into my preferences as well, which she proved by hooking her fingers into the waistband of my pants and shoving them downward in a bold move. That exposed my cock.
She didn’t apologize.
Didn’t look to me for approval.
Just used her foot to guide the fabric down my legs, leaving me bare below the waist. “Fuck, Aflora.”
“Yes,” she replied, her hands moving to my shirt to tug it upward. “Yes, please.”
A growl morphed into a groan in my throat, my forehead falling to her collarbone. “Don’t say that unless you mean it.”
She trembled, her grip tightening in the fabric still wrapped around my shoulders. “Please, Kols.” Her legs wrapped around my waist, placing my shaft right against her heated center. I could feel her warmth and dampness through the fabric of her black stretch pants, her need seeping into my skin as she rubbed herself shamelessly against me.
I cursed.
My dick throbbed.
My balls tightened.
And I nearly forgot how to fucking breathe.
Because I wanted her. Badly.
Take her, a dark voice whispered. Fuck her raw.
Just the image of it nearly had me coming all over her.
That I could sense her own mounting need only intensified the experience, urging me to take what I wanted, to indulge in the forbidden fantasies lurking between us.
Her heels dug into my ass, demanding action. My lips hovered close to her breasts, my forehead still against her collarbone.
And then she moaned.
The sound went straight to my groin, wrapping around my cock and giving it a figurative stroke that removed reason from my thoughts.
I wanted her.
She wanted me.
We were consenting adults.
This is going to happen.
A forbidden blanket swathed us in a cocoon of lust and illicit cravings, my mind running rampant with all the ways I wanted to take her. But first, like this, with my cock buried deep between her thighs.
I kissed her again, my tongue spearing her mouth, my resolve crumbling into dust.
She welcomed me with a sweet, needy noise.
And the rest of our clothes disappeared with a muttered spell under my breath.
“Oh,” she marveled as the magic shimmered over her skin. She arched into me, her hot pussy welcoming my dick in a wet kiss.
“Last chance, Aflora,” I warned her, my shaft sliding through her damp folds.
“Fuck me,” she demanded, just as I’d taught her in our dreams.
Because I loved those two words from her lips.
She made them sound so inappropriate, thus serving as a reminder of how wrong this was between us and inviting my darker instincts out to play.
I wanted to do wicked things to her.
Teach her how to fuck in the best ways.
Explore every inch of her.
Degrade her.
Claim her.
Fucking mark her.
Fuck, I was so hard it almost hurt. Every part of me ached to finish this, to make her mine, to claim her so resolutely that no one else could ever satisfy her again.
“Please,” she breathed. “Take me, Kols. I need this. I need you.” The plea in her voice sliced through the final barrier between us, snapping my control in half.
I slammed home inside her, a jolt of electricity zipping up and down my spine. Fuck, I’d never felt so connected to a woman. Her sensations were mine and mine were hers, only heightening the experience and spurring us onward into a wicked dance between skin and spirit.
She screamed as I plunged in and out of her, driving us both into a frenzy of pants and ecstasy that I felt sure everyone on campus had to feel. Because our powers were mingling once more, her gift weaving with mine in an intoxicating manner that I couldn’t escape from.
Dangerous.
Must. Stop.
Can’t.
Oh, fuck.
Mine.
I fought that last thought, my body tensing against hers, only to be sucked back into her web of delirious energy as her thighs tightened around me. This was wrong. So, so, so wrong.
Ugh, fuck, I can’t pull away.
More.
Less.
Destruction.
Beautiful.
My name fell from her lips in a sound of worship that heated my skin, her gorgeous form glued to mine as I fucked us both into a state of oblivion unlike any I’d ever reached. She screamed as she tumbled over a cliff of darkness, yanking me down with her into a rapturous sanctuary of insanity and bliss all mingled as one.
Her pleasure rivaled mine, her mind open to me in a way I didn’t understand.
I could sense her earth.
Could smell the trees and flowers she adored from home.
Could feel her safe haven welcoming me home.
What’s happening? I wondered, delirious with pleasure and confusion, my cock pulsing on another orgasm inside her and taking me under once more. “Fuck,” I breathed, my head falling to her shoulder.
She quivered, her own ecstasy rupturing as a result of mine, our joining so much more powerful than any dream ever allowed us to experience.
Only, it left me feeling cold at the end, my soul instantly sensing a disturbance, a foreign presence that shouldn’t be inside me. I immediately locked it down, terror screeching through me at the thought of another woman using me so horribly.
Yet my powers surrounded me completely, the energy signature normal and untouched.
Except that unknown essence remained, clinging to my life source and locking around me in a way it shouldn’t.
I again tried to sever it, using my power to attack the bond and freezing when Aflora shrieked below me in pain.
Her eyes flew open, meeting my gaze at the same time. Her lips parted. Mine curled into a snarl. “What did you do?” I demanded.
Because I could see in her gaze that she knew something.
Panic and horror and fear all mingled in her expression at once.
Her lips moved without sound.
Her pupils flared.
“What the fuck did you do?” I repeated, going to my elbows on either side of her head. Our bodies were still joined below, my cock still pulsing inside her. But fury overrode the rapturous oblivion, my mind catching up with the sensation pulsating in my heart. “How?”
“I-I don’t know,” she sputtered. “I... It shouldn’t...”
I recoiled from her, going to my knees on the bed and realizing with disgust what we’d just done. “Fuck!” She’d bonded me. Not as a Midnight Fae, but as an Elemental Fae. I could feel the ivy of her earth magic tightening around me, suffocating my connection to the source and drowning me in an essence I didn’t want. “Get rid of it. Sever it. Remove it.”
“I-I can’t,” she stammered, her expression one of astute horror. “It’s the third level.”
“What?” I knew how Elemental Fae bonds worked. There were four levels, the first two breakable and the third... not. It marked us as betrothed. Until the final ceremony that forever joined two Elemental Fae souls. “That’s fucking impossible.” It required agreement by both parties, unlike Midnight Fae bonds that could be completely one-sided when driven by the male.
“I don’t?—”
“How the fuck did this happen?” I shouted, springing off the bed and trying to get as far away from her as possible. “How did you trick me?”
“I didn’t!”
“The hell you didn’t,” I snapped, starting to pace. “I wouldn’t bond you willingly.” I had a duty to my kingdom, to my people, that always came first. And I knew better than to allow an Earth Fae to initiate a fucking mating bond.
I was the future king.
A royal.
A damn powerful Midnight Fae.
“You tricked me somehow,” I accused her.
I just didn’t know how or when. Perhaps it’d all been a ploy from the beginning. A ruse to seduce me into something wicked. That would explain the pull.
“Was this your plan all along?” I demanded as another thought quickly followed, one that threatened to pull me into a murderous state. “Did Shade put you up to this?”
“What? No!”
“Then why would you do this? Are you working with him? Trying to bring shame to my family? To me? To destroy my reign before it even begins?”
Her lower lip wobbled, her blue eyes spitting fire as she scrambled upward on the bed. “Fuck you, Kols!”
“Been there, done that, princess,” I retorted, livid with myself for my stupidity. I gripped the back of my neck, took in the sight on the bed again, and turned away before I did something idiotic like light it on fire. “Get out.” The words slipped from my lips before I could take them back. Then it struck me how right the demand was, how much I needed her to leave right this fucking second before I killed her.
Because that was the immediate solution—her death.
It’d break the bond.
It’d shatter Shade.
It’d be a fitting punishment for all parties involved, myself included because I suspected losing her would hurt me as well, thanks to this foreign shit she’d put inside my chest.
I growled and palmed my pec. “Fucking get out, Aflora,” I demanded, needing her as far away from me as possible before I did something I couldn’t take back.
“And go where?” she asked, her voice suddenly much quieter than before.
The temptation to look at her, to apologize, hit me so swiftly that I snarled. Because fuck that. She didn’t deserve my concern. She’d trapped me in her forbidden web and ensured I couldn’t leave without significant pain to us both!
I hated her.
Loathed her fucking existence.
Wished I’d never met her.
“Get out!” I shouted, uncaring of how deranged I sounded. Molten lava boiled in my veins, my power increasing by the second. If she didn’t fucking leave, I’d explode and she’d bear the brunt of that eruption.
Her sob pierced my ears.
I ignored her.
Too focused on the mounting anger threatening to shred us both.
I barely noticed her running past me in a pair of pants and a shirt, didn’t once consider how she’d dressed so quickly, and instead knelt on the floor to unleash the power that threatened my very existence. Flames erupted throughout every inch of her room, destroying the evidence of our fucking, and eating through all her belongings in a thorough sweep of power.
Objects could be replaced.
I’d figure it out later.
When I could properly think again.
“Fuck!” I bellowed, red flames encircling me and spiraling and screeching across the room. A blast of power slammed the door to keep it from spreading through the suite, leaving me trapped inside the raging inferno.
I welcomed the heat.
The punishment for my actions.
And crumpled into a broken pile of guilt and sorrow.
Not just because I’d let the Midnight Fae down, and my parents, but Aflora as well.
I deserved to burn.
I welcomed the pain.
“Destroy me,” I demanded, my forehead meeting the ground. “Just fucking destroy me.”