Chapter 11 Harbinger #2
She moved closer, rising to her knees without breaking the connection at my temple. Her other hand braced on my thigh, and my cock stirred despite myself.
“Thank you,” I said, meaning it more than any words I’d ever spoken.
Her smile was radiant, transforming her from beautiful to breathtaking. She cradled my head in both hands, circling my temples with gentle pressure.
“Close your eyes,” she murmured.
I obeyed and nearly bit my tongue when I felt her moving to straddle me—not quite where I wanted her, but close enough. She traced a line with her thumb over my cheekbone, and I released a shuddering breath.
“Let me in.”
I lowered my mental defenses, melted under her ministrations, gave myself over to her entirely.
Then I felt it.
Her magic changed, liquefied somehow. The buffer around the Voices remained, but now I could feel her in every part of me. Not just my mind, in every molecule in my body.
When Aurora’s consciousness slipped deeper, euphoria hit me like a drug.
She dismantled every wall I’d built, not forcing her way through but sliding around the labyrinthine pathways of my mind, navigating passages I’d thought were sealed.
When she brushed the most intimate part of my consciousness, the core of who I was, lightning bolts sparked at the contact.
The screaming Voices dulled to whispers as her magic wove through my thoughts, down my spine, settling in my chest. Every nerve came alive under her touch.
My skin tingled, tightened. My blood boiled as her power carved new paths through my veins. The constant agony in my skull vanished, replaced by the warm weight of her mind pressed against mine.
Then her magic pooled between my legs, cupping me in a firm grasp that moved, stroked, milked me toward the edge.
My muscles locked and released in waves I couldn’t control.
I needed more than this ghostly connection. Needed her beneath me, around me, her voice breaking on my name as I buried myself so deep inside her she’d never be free of me.
“Aurora,” I growled and opened my eyes to find her watching with dark fascination.
Her pupils were blown wide, lips parted as she breathed hard. Whatever she was doing to my mind was affecting her too.
“I can feel what you feel,” she said under her breath. “Your pain, your need.” Her hand slid down to rest over my racing heart. “Everything.” Hunger consumed her face. She licked her lower lip, looking at me like she wanted a taste—of my blood, of my cock. I didn’t care which.
“If we do this, there’s no going back,” I warned, grasping her hips and pulling her down against my erection. “You’ll be mine.”
My wolf snarled, urging me to claim her. I wouldn’t—not when I might not survive tomorrow—but her agreement would suffice.
For now.
The moan that escaped her lips should be forbidden. Aurora flashed her sharp fangs as she started grinding against me.
Fuck. It felt so good.
“Then stop talking and take me,” she said and bit down hard on her lower lip.
Crimson welled. The scent of her blood nearly made me come in my pants. My fangs descended with debilitating need.
She kissed me, and her blood flowed into my mouth as our tongues met.
The moment I tasted her, the world exploded.
Her essence flooded through me like a dam bursting, torrents crashing over me until I couldn’t tell where I ended and she began. If she’d felt like ecstasy before with just her Blood Manipulation, now she was pure icy fire in my veins.
The connection worked both ways. Her desire blazed through me as my touch sparked tremors down her spine. She pressed against me harder, her need growing more urgent.
“By the gods, Aurora.” My voice came out strangled.
She pulled back, eyes wild, a drop of blood glistening on her mouth. “I can make you forget them,” she whispered. “The Voices. Make them disappear for a little while.”
“How?”
“By giving you something else to focus on.”
She grabbed the hem of my shirt and yanked it up. Locked her hands around my neck. Then her mouth was on mine again, demanding, needy. She nipped my tongue, and I groaned. And when she sucked on it, pulling my blood into her mouth, fire shot straight to my groin.
My control snapped. I fisted her hair, dragged her closer. Then I fell into her kiss. Wholeheartedly. Drunk on her.
Her hands moved between us, worked my pants open. I should stop this. Should be the better man.
But fuck it.
I let her push the leather down while I slipped my hands under her shirt, filled my palms with her breasts. My cock sprang free, hard and eager.
When she raked her nails over my length, a groan slipped through my clenched teeth. I twisted her nipple with my thumb. Felt the rush of heat to her core, ecstasy spreading through her body. She began stroking me more urgently, her scarlet eyes absorbing my every reaction.
“Aurora,” I hissed in warning. If she didn’t slow down, this would end sooner than either of us wanted.
She ignored me, shifted backward, and sank to her knees. She took my cock by the base and circled the head with her tongue.
Fuck. I saw stars.
A moan tore from my chest. All reason fled as I gathered her hair, twisted the thick rope around my wrist, and pushed deeper into the heat of her mouth.
She looked straight into my eyes as she took all of me in, and I watched with rapture how her cheeks hollowed when her lips rose slowly over the tip and back down again.
“You feel so good,” I said, and when she moaned for me, something warm unfurled in my middle.
She took me deeper, her eyes watering. I gave her hair a gentle tug, adding just enough aggression to match my need.
Her response was a heady groan that told me she enjoyed it as much as I did.
I increased my pace, thrusting into her mouth, chasing the crest of building pleasure. I needed to come more than I needed breath.
Aurora pulled away with a loud pop. “I want you inside me,” she said, breathless. “Now.”
I stood in a rush, pulled her up with me, and pressed her against the wall.
I caught the hem of her top and tugged it over her head.
The sight of her took my breath away—narrow waist, milky-white skin, and the most exquisite breasts that would haunt my dreams for the rest of my life.
I dipped my head to taste her tight nipple, and she arched into my touch, her hands tangling in my hair.
If I didn’t have her now, I’d lose my mind.
I pulled my hips away just enough to reach for the fastening of her pants. The fabric slipped down her legs, taking her panties with it, and I skimmed my fingers along the curve of her thigh. Her skin pebbled under my touch, and the anticipation building between us was stifling.
When I kissed her again, it was fierce and claiming. Nothing compared to my finger tracing up her center in a feather-soft touch.
Then, I gave her bud a gentle flick.
She cried out. With my chest, I pushed her harder into the wall, cupped the back of her neck and circled her sensitive spot, lightly, denying her release.
“Radu,” she groaned against my mouth. “Stop teasing.”
Her desperation drew a dark chuckle from me.
“As you wish, princess.”
I lifted her legs around my waist, rubbing my length up her wet core, then retreated. Delicious shivers raked through her body, and I chuckled again. My tip barely nudged her opening, and halted… only then did I thrust.
Hard.
Fireworks exploded behind my eyes. Pleasure coursed through me so intensely I nearly tipped over the edge myself.
“Oh, God,” she gasped, her head falling back against the wall.
The world vanished. She took me so well, every sensation so intense it bordered on addictive. Nothing existed beyond the two of us, beyond this moment that felt like coming home and losing myself all at once.
I pulled back before thrusting again. And again. Without mercy. Setting a rhythm that had us both clinging to each other. She met my movements, gyrating her hips and heightening the sensations.
“Fuck,” I breathed, my accent thickening with need. “Just like that.”
The soft tendrils of her magic reached toward my wolf. He stirred, acknowledged her with something like approval, then settled back, as if he’d recognized her as ours long before I’d made up my mind.
Our magic mingled, darkness and crimson dancing as one. As power surged, so did the pressure building with each hard thrust. I felt my control slipping through my fingers like sand.
My body wound tighter. Muscles tensed.
I could barely breathe through the intensity. I needed release, while also wanting this to last forever.
My movements grew more focused, more intense. The tide of pleasure rose as I pounded into her.
The climax hit me like a freight train. I groaned against her ear, lost in the overwhelming rush. She shook in my arms as we reached that peak together, her soft cries mixing with mine.
When I came back to myself, I slid us down to the floor, my back against the wall. She settled on top of me, straddling my hips, and I locked my arms around her and refused to let go.
It took me a long moment to notice the silence in my head.
The Voices had stopped. For the first time in decades, my skull wasn’t splitting apart. And it was because of her. She was my salvation, my reprieve, and I could no longer see myself resisting the pull that had taken me into her orbit.
I buried my face in the curve of her neck, breathing in her scent. “You sealed your fate, princess. You can’t get rid of me now.”
She laughed and pressed a soft kiss beneath my jaw. “Who said I wanted to?”
“Good.” I rolled us over, pinning her beneath me with a wicked grin. “Then we should probably do this again—and again.”
She made a half-hearted protest when I started kissing my way down her throat.
Not that either of us believed it for a second.