Chapter Twenty-EightLuna
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Luna
The first wave of warriors had ridden in metal beasts into battle, their weapons forged from ancient magic. I needed to escape from this prison made of bricks and mortar, to free myself and re-energise myself under the light of the moon who had always guided me.
Salvator didn’t question my request for some fresh air, his dark eyes watching my every movement as if he was terrified that I would disappear if he looked away. He drove in silence through the darkness, street lights non-existent this high up in the mountains. The stars were bright overhead, no moon to distract from the beauty of the heavenly display.
“There are few places in the world where the stars are this bright,” I said when I emerged from the car to stand and gaze up at them, leaving my shoes behind so I could wiggle my toes in the ground. “Since the advent of electricity and the rise of technology, the night sky has been stolen from us.”
Salvator prowled around from his side of the car to stand beside me, the heat from his body permeating into me, his presence soothing me. “There hasn’t been a night since you left that I haven’t stood under the stars and not been consumed by thoughts of you.”
I looked up at his powerful profile to find him watching me.
“We had our future stolen from us,” I replied.
Salvator tugged me into the circle of his arms, his chin resting on my head, while his hands cradled my lower stomach. “Not stolen since we found each other again. I never moved on, neither did you, and now we’ve been given a miracle.” His thumb stroked over the skin on my stomach as he spoke.
“Walk with me.” My fingers threaded through his.
Every step reminded me of who we used to be, the young couple who stole hours from their lives just to be together. I sucked in a deep breath of fresh air, allowing it to settle inside me to chase away the staleness that had developed since I had been hit by the death curse. I stopped walking to inhale another deep breath, feeling the benefits of it.
Suddenly, I wanted to recharge myself like the crystals I left out under the full moon. Even though it was a new moon tonight, and the darkness enveloped us, I still wanted to feel the wind on my skin, and the stars to dress me in their light.
I pulled my top over my head, dropping the fabric to the ground.
“Luna? What are you doing?” Salvator sounded confused, bending to recover my top.
Instead of taking my clothing from him, I shimmied out of my loose linen trousers, stepping out of them. I was left in nothing more than my lace panties since I hadn’t bothered with a bra earlier.
I stretched, lifting my arms high above my head, wiggling the rest of my body. Nature was a healer on so many levels, affecting our physical and emotional auric layers, and I let that cleansing energy wash over me.
“Fuck it,” Salvator muttered beside me, his voice containing that husky edge that I attributed to his wolf. I felt the brush of his clothes as he removed them from his body and tossed them to the ground.
A smile curved my lips when I felt his fingers slip into my panties to push them down my legs, pressing a kiss at the base of my spine.
“We used to spend every moment we could steal naked in nature,” I said.
Salvator’s hands landed on my hips. “We were discovering sex. My dick spent every moment contemplating how to get back inside you again. Us being naked helped that situation.”
I leaned back against his strength. “Those were the moments when I felt most alive.”
The scrape of his claw made me shiver because nothing excited me more than having Salvator and his wolf merged together. There was something primal about man and wolf combined, a raw power that could never be harnessed by science.
“We were always terrified of being discovered,” I said.
“I was terrified of you being taken from me. I didn’t give a fuck who saw us, but those crazy warlocks would have killed you for lowering yourself to share your beautiful body with a wolf.” He kissed his mark on my shoulder, and I felt the echoes of that touch through my body.
“No matter where I hid, you always found me,” I recalled, goosebumps rising on my skin at the memory of the times he had caught and claimed me.
“You have always been mine.” His lips traced a trail down my spine, his hand caressing over my stomach. “We were destined to be together.”
I spun slowly in his arms, my body pressed to his. “Tomorrow we fight an enemy who has stalked us in the shadows. Whatever happens, know that I have always loved you.” I rested my forehead against his chest, unable to look at him or I would succumb to emotion.
His hands soothed over my ass, tugging me tighter against him. “Nothing is going to happen, because I refuse to lose you again. I walked away once, Luna. I won’t do that again.”
His fingers moved over my skin until he cupped my face in his hand, tilting my head to allow his lips to crash into mine. Salvator didn’t ask permission or coax, his lips demanded surrender. It was the memory of his lips that kept me alive in my darkest moments, because it was in these moments that I felt most emotionally attached to him.
Priestesses were supposed to be involved in sex to raise the energy for ceremonies, but I had avoided that in my time in the temple, especially after I started my relationship with Salvator. The thought of any other man touching me made me physically ill. Watching the other priestesses, I had realised there was a difference between sex and intimacy, and his lips moving on mine in assured ownership was intimacy. The way his fingers held me as if I was the most precious person in the world, and his tongue caressed mine, was a unique love language.
All the tension left my body, his energy flowing into me, infusing me with power and vitality. The night was our only witness, nature surrounding and supporting us. Tonight, it felt like we were reaffirming our vows before the cosmos in the same way we had all those years ago.
Salvator worshipped me, his mouth travelling from my lips to kiss everywhere, healing me in a way no doctor or healing potion could. His fingers and hands created paths on my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
I lay on the cool grass, the blades cushioning and touching me, the earth supporting me. Salvator lifted my right leg, kissing and nipping from my ankle all the way to my inner thigh, following a devastating path that stole every rational thought from my head. All that remained was sensation in this dark world of seduction.
My pulse thrummed a tribal beat, pounding through my veins in a rhythm that demanded the sacrifice of flesh and blood. Salvator was a dark angel hellbent on tempting me into sin and debauchery, his touch an aphrodisiac, and his mouth a lethal weapon designed to leave me begging him for kisses.
He placed my right leg over his shoulder, taking my left leg in his grasp to nip and lick all the way to the midpoint between my thighs.
I lay helpless and vulnerable as he attacked my clit with that magical mouth of his, forming circles with the tip of his tongue before flicking it with a steady pattern that made my hips buck.
“Salvator,” I gasped, my fingers threading into his dark hair because if he tried to take his mouth away right now I would combust from the need building inside me. Pleasure was one of the highest emotional energy builders, and one of the reasons why many ceremonies involved orgies.
My body was a temple of life, Salvator worshipping at the doorway that created that life. His wolf joined him, the smooth texture of his tongue roughening to make me squirm as the sensation sent shivers of awareness through me. His fingers dug into the top of my thighs, holding me in place while he left devastation in his wake.
Salvator’s tongue should be stamped with a health warning because he was able to roll the tip to use it to stimulate the entrance to my core since his hands were busy, before returning to that pleasure nub that was screaming for his attention. Divine pleasure built inside me like a fire being stoked as the fire master fed the flames with delicious accelerant.
An explosion of pleasure radiated from my womb through my body, leaving me shaking and gasping for breath, my fingers opening and closing as if I was trying to grasp my sanity.
Salvator released my thighs, pushing them apart to allow him to settle himself between my legs while he kissed a trail up my body, the tip of his tongue moving up the midline between my breasts. His face appeared above mine, his eyes glowing amber in the dim light. He reminded me of the first night we had been together, when I had had no idea about the physicality of sex, only what I had witnessed for ceremonies in the temple.
I couldn’t look away, even though it felt like Salvator could see into the depths of my soul. The past and the present collided in this moment. Two people drawn together by fate, and blessed by destiny. He had been my guiding star even during the intervening years when we had been separated.
Salvator leaned down until our foreheads touched, all our chakras in alignment, our life forces pulsing against each other’s to create a unique energy. The fingers of his right hand skimmed down my side.
“I can feel her inside you, part of each of us, and yet her magic is unique,” Salvator said, his lips touching mine as he spoke. “Nothing matters more than keeping both of you safe.”
“I can’t do this alone,” I whispered, a tear escaping down my cheek. “I barely survived without you last time.”
“None of us chose war, but I’ll be there to ensure every one of those corrupt warlocks is dead and their bodies burned.” His words dripped with venom, his fingers grabbing my hips in masculine possession. “They stole four hundred years from us. I refuse to let them steal a second more.”
I felt his emotions slamming into me with an intensity that left me breathless with desire. This man was like Misti volcano, brimming with passion and ready to erupt, even though you could rarely read his emotions. He had too many emotions contained in his tall, muscular body, almost as if he was empathic.
My arms snaked around his lean waist, tugging him closer to me, his body fitting against mine perfectly. “We each had our journey to travel, and the destination was here, finding each other again when we could love freely.” Our breaths mingled together, and tingles rippled over my skin. “You would have always regretted leaving your pack and running away.”
It was true. Salvator had too much pride to run away from a fight. Even now, he was preparing to face Balor and the rest of his enemies head-on, and that lit a fire that burned low in my stomach because he was a hero who fought for his beliefs, and he was all mine.
I tilted my head so I could kiss him, allowing my lips to speak against his while my fingers trailed up his back. There was something intoxicating in knowing this complicated, beautiful man had chosen me when he could have any woman he wanted.
He met my lips with a ferocious energy, as if he was trying to imprint himself on me. He didn’t need to because every beat of my heart whispered his name. My nails dug into his warm flesh, scratching up his back until I reached his shoulders. His canines scraped my lip, and a feral beast reared its head inside me.
My mind went back to the night we finally gave in to our passion, stealing time away from the temple so we could be together.
“I missed nights like this,” I muttered against his mouth. “In the darkness of the night, you belonged to me. I had to pretend you meant nothing to me in the light.”
“You were always mine,” Salvator said, a growl enunciating his words. “I never regretted throwing that vile little worm who followed you around with his dick hanging out off that mountain.”
My mouth fell open as I stared up at him. I remembered the search parties looking for the man he was talking about. I had never put two and two together all those years ago. He had grabbed me outside the temple one evening, and I managed to escape him, telling Salvator about it later that night.
“Mine,” he repeated, his eyes glowing amber. “Always.”
“Yours,” I affirmed. He had been my avenging angel, keeping me safe physically, and spiritually from a distance.
Salvator smoothed my hair back from my face, his eyes never once leaving mine. His head lowered slowly until his lips touched mine in a sacred vow. I felt his erection rubbing between my legs in an erotic massage.
My knees had been gripping his hips, but my legs fell open in silent invitation.
Under the heavens as witness, his cock pushed into me with an agonising slow pace that made my eyes flutter shut for several seconds.
“Look at me,” Salvator commanded, and my eyes snapped open. “I want to see every single emotion flicker in those beautiful eyes of yours.”
I lay transfixed as he continued to thrust slowly into me, until we were joined fully and were no longer two people, but one entity. There had been nights when I was lost in my dreams, that I felt Salvator moving inside me with this perfectly slow pace that drove me insane.
His eyes glowed brighter, and his cock thickened as he combined energy with his wolf, and it felt as if they were both moving inside me together, both of them claiming me in their own way. His elongated canines bit into his bottom lip, his claws digging into my hips while he thrust forward and pulled back.
It was an exquisite torture, that slow pace that filled me to completion but refused to give me the friction I needed to climax. Over and over, Salvator plunged so deep into me that my breath caught, his movements powerful and dominating. I lost track of time as I relinquished control of my body to him and abandoned myself to a world of sensation. The rest of the world blurred in the distance, Salvator’s low words of possession sounding as if he was underwater, or maybe it was because I was drowning in sensation.
My lower stomach was on fire from the slow, steady pace. His hips moved in time to a ceremonial drumbeat in the darkness, and in my head we were sacrificing ourselves to each other at the altar of desire. I needed to touch him, kiss him, join myself with him in every way possible until I no longer knew where I ended and he began.
I tugged his head down to mine, losing my battle for self-control because I craved the sensation of his lips moving on mine, possessing me in a way that only he could. I was impaled by his hard cock, his tongue delving into my mouth, and his fingers created magical paths of seduction on my skin to eventually find their way under my ass.
Salvator pushed himself back onto his knees, bringing me with him in an easy, fluid movement, his strength taking my body weight as if I weighed nothing. He continued to kiss me while I wrapped my arms around his neck and my knees clamped against his waist.
He felt bigger in this position, his cock pushing deeper than I thought possible. All our chakras aligned from where we were joined at the root chakra all the way up to our third eye chakras on our foreheads, the crown chakras above our heads pulsing with energy.
For a moment, our bodies rested against each other, and I let peace flood my body. This was where I was supposed to be, with this man, loving him and being loved by him. Everything else, including the upcoming war, obscured into insignificance when we were together.
“I thought I’d lost you,” Salvator said against my lips, his eyes fluttering closed to make his eyelashes kiss mine. “I never want to experience that again.”
I tightened my fingers in his hair, my skin touching his, the entire way up my body. “I lived a life without you, and it was a cold and lonely place.” My emotions had been numb for years, and the only reason I had been able to survive some of the situations I had endured was because I genuinely hadn’t cared if I lived or died since I thought Salvator had been killed in the war.
“Then let’s make a pledge,” he said, pulling me impossibly closer, our bodies fully aligned. “No matter what we face, we make the decision to survive for each other.”
His lips touched mine in a sacred vow that only love could understand. First, gentle words of comfort, then a promise for the future, and finally demanding an oath that we would sacrifice whatever it took for us to return to each other. Our bodies began to move, mine undulating up and down on his, our chakras energising as they rubbed together. Salvator’s hands gripped my ass to help my rhythm, using his strength to maintain my balance.
Our skin was coated in perspiration, our mouths sharing deep kisses, and our souls wrapped around each other as we renewed the vow we made to each other all those years ago in that cave. We would have to part tomorrow, but we would find each other again no matter what we had to sacrifice.
Divine pressure built low in my stomach, the flesh between my legs sensitive and tingling in awareness, the muscles in my thighs straining as I continued to move up and down, impaling myself on his engorged cock over and over again. I changed the angle of my hips to allow the head of his cock to massage my front wall, and I moaned when the first flash of pleasure spiked through me, his fingers digging into the flesh of my ass in response.
“Keep going, baby,” he said against my lips. “I want to watch as you fall apart and surrender yourself to pleasure.”
Spells were energised by different forces, one of which was sexual energy. The air around us crackled with the power emanating from our union. My body was on fire from the friction of our chakras interacting, all my muscles straining and my synapses sparking. I felt alive and vibrant, every part of me acutely aware of Salvator.
I jolted, pausing for a moment when my core contracted around his cock when another flash of pleasure jolted deep in my womb.
“Salvator,” I whispered, my fingers gripping his powerful shoulders.
“I’m right here, baby.” His hands cupped my ass possessively. “You need some help?”
My thigh muscles were burning even as I rotated my hips to enjoy the sensation of his cock intimately massaging me. “Hmmm.”
Salvator’s arms wrapped around me, bringing me back onto the grass, his body dominating mine as he pounded into me, all gentleness forgotten as we surrendered ourselves to the passion that was consuming us. We were feral beasts writhing on the grass, taking and giving pleasure. I arched my neck in invitation, moaning when his canines sank into the delicate flesh in a bite designed to infuse his venom into me to elevate what I was experiencing.
I groaned, my nails dragging down his back, marking him possessively. Salvator’s eyes glowed brighter, and I felt a resounding excitement in my chest. He was a beautiful man on the outside, but he was a feral beast under that facade, and his strength and power made my stomach tighten in sexual exhilaration.
A growl rumbled from his chest, echoing all the way down to his cock that was thrusting deep into my core, leaving a delicious burn from the fire he created. His features combined with elements of his wolf until the Salvator that only I saw appeared, not man nor wolf, but something in between.
A resounding feral energy awakened inside me, rumbling free in my chest. I wanted to sink my teeth in him until I marked him, trail my nails deep into his skin, and watch as his blood trickled over both our bodies as he bled for me.
“There she is,” Salvator said, his hips grinding into mine, his forehead pressed to mine as he stared into my eyes. “I love this side of you, because she belongs only to me. Mine.” His lips crashed into mine until he stole my breath.
Salvator pulled out, manipulating me until I was on my hands and knees, my fingers digging into the earth. He speared hard and deep into me, my mouth falling open in a scream as he thrust hard and fast.
“Oh, my goddess,” I whimpered, my emotions spiralling out of control. “Please.” I didn’t know what I was begging for, but I was close to exploding physically, emotionally, and mentally.
Salvator leant over me, his teeth biting into the mating mark on my shoulder. That scar was always sensitive when Salvator was close to me, his touch making me squirm in awareness. His canines connecting with it activated a chain reaction that sparked through my entire body, culminating in igniting the pressure that had been building in my stomach. An orgasm exploded from deep in my womb, radiating outward to leave me gasping and shaking, the muscles in my vagina clamping around his cock that was moving slowly as he found his own release.
We collapsed together, Salvator’s hand splayed across my stomach.
“I swear we’re going to emotionally damage our daughter if babies have memories from their time in the womb,” I muttered, rubbing my head against his neck.
His low chuckle rumbled against my spine, his lips pressing a kiss on my mating mark. “Considering I’m going to lock her up and kill any hormonal idiot who looks twice at her, she’ll never know what happened tonight.”
I smiled at his grumpy tone, imagining his scowl at anyone who tried to sniff around our daughter when she came of age. I pitied them because I had witnessed that expression and how men reacted to it on more than one occasion.
“Is it wrong that I just want to stay here and let everyone else worry about Balor and his minions?” I asked, closing my eyes so I could experience the peace of just lying here with him.
“No,” Salvator replied. “I feel the same tonight as I did all those moons ago when I lay the entire night debating with myself about leaving you. I knew I was needed to help my pack, but I didn’t want to leave my mate.”
I sucked in a deep breath and held it for several seconds before releasing it slowly, desperately trying to stabilise my emotions. “I’m not sure how I feel about my life being linked to a prophecy,” I confessed. “My journey has been hard enough, and that was before I knew it was about to get harder.”
He kissed the mark on my shoulder again, which sent shivers down my spine. “You have always been my mate, but we were never mated before,” Salvator said. “If you need him, you can call my wolf to give you strength.”
He had been with me in the tunnels of the base, guiding me even though Salvator was somewhere else. It had puzzled me at the time, but there was comfort in always being able to summon help.
“I don’t want to have to kill my sister,” I blurted out, finally admitting to myself that this was what had been in my head for a while.
“Then don’t,” he replied. “Bind her or knock her out with a taser if you have to, but leave her punishment to someone else. There is an entire wolf pack that would happily seek vengeance against Aisha.” His tone said he was one of them.
“I love you,” I said simply, tugging his arm around me tighter. “Promise me that we’ll survive the upcoming storm.”
“I’ve loved you for forever. There is no way I intend on letting anything take you from me again.” I felt his emotions crash into me.
Tomorrow brought war and inevitable death. All I could pray was that those closest to me survived.