Chapter 46
VIVIENNE
He captures my mouth in a claiming kiss, stealing the breath from my lungs. When he finally pulls back, he cups my chin. “Say it again,” he murmurs. His gaze locks onto mine, dark and intent. “Tell me you want to be mine.”
I’m breathless and dizzy as I stare up at him. His lips are so close to my own, the warm mint of his breath floods my senses. “I want to be yours, Auren,” I whisper. “In all ways.”
He crushes his mouth to mine. Threading his fingers through my hair, he grips the silken strands as he deepens our kiss. A small whimper escapes me as he curls his tongue around my own.
Heat pools deep in my core as he pulls me flush against him, moving his hands over my body.
“You are mine,” he growls as his large palm cups my breast through the silk of my nightshift.
I moan as he brushes his thumb over the sensitive peak, and he growls and lifts me effortlessly into his arms, carrying me to the bed.
Gently, he lays me down atop the furs and then crawls over me. I part my thighs and he settles between them.
I long to feel his bare skin against mine, but there’s too much clothing between us. I tug at his tunic and he removes it immediately, leaving him in only his soft knit pants.
Braced on one arm above me, he runs his other hand along my outer thigh, pushing the hem of my sleep gown to my hips. He’s so close to where I want him to be. Impatient for his touch, I take his hand and guide him to my center.
His eyes turn raven-black with desire as he dips his fingers through my already slick folds. A low moan leaves my lips as he brushes his thumb over the small bundle of nerves at the apex, but he quickly swallows my sounds with a searing kiss.
I arch against his hand, desperate for more. He rips his mouth from mine, pressing a trail of suctioning kisses along my neck down to my breast, even as he continues to tease the small pearl of flesh between my thighs.
I gasp as he closes his mouth over my left breast, laving his tongue over the already stiff peak. Pleasure ripples through me as he moves to the other breast, giving it the same attention as the first.
“Gods, Auren,” I whisper. “I want you.”
Reaching between us, I dip my hands beneath the waistband of his pants, but he quickly snatches my wrist, pulling it away and pressing it to the mattress above my head. “I desire to taste you first,” he murmurs against the soft mound of my breast. “Need to have you on my tongue.”
He kisses a line down my body and when he reaches the apex of my thighs, his nostrils flare. “I can scent your need,” he growls low in arousal. “Open for me, my beautiful mate.”
My heart pounds as he guides first one leg over his shoulder and then the other. He wraps his arms up under my thighs. He lifts his gaze to mine, and his pupils are blown so wide only a thin rim of blue is barely visible around the edges.
“You are perfect,” he whispers and then dips his head and slicks his tongue through my folds. His eyes roll up in the back of his head, and a low rumbling sound rises in his throat as if I’m the best thing he’s ever had. “Your taste is exquisite,” he murmurs.
“Auren,” I moan out his name as he teases his tongue over the small bundle of nerves at the top. “Please. I need more.”
With a low snarl, he concentrates his attention on the softly hooded flesh and I writhe beneath him, begging him to never stop. When he slides one finger into my channel, my entire body goes taut like a bowstring, and I cry out his name as waves of pleasure move through me.
I’m still floating on a blissful wave as he rises above me, extends his claws, and carefully slices a line down the center of my gown. It falls away, leaving me bare beneath him.
His dark gaze travels over my entire form, full of awe and reverence… as if he still cannot quite believe he is allowed to touch me. Cupping my chin, he brushes his thumb lightly across my lips. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, Vivienne.”
“I want to see you,” I whisper, trailing my hands over the thick muscles of his chest down to the delicious V of his lower abdomen. “All of you.”
He removes his pants, and my mouth goes dry as I gaze at his lean, muscular form. He is masculine perfection. His stav is hard and erect, extending from his body. A bead of fluid gathers on the end before dripping in a line of viscous fluid down to my abdomen.
Carefully, I wrap my fingers around his length, surprised when they don’t quite meet.
When I touch the soft ring of tissue at the base of his stav, he groans and it begins to expand.
“I don’t want to knot you,” he grits through his teeth.
“Not our first time,” he whispers. “I’m worried it will cause you pain. ”
I guide the tip of his stav to my entrance. “I want all of you,” I breathe.
“You don’t know what you’re asking,” he growls. His fangs extend as he stares down at me. “I want more than anything to knot you and give you my claiming bite, but I worry I’ll lose control and—”
I press a finger to his lips, silencing him. “I want you to be mine and I want to be yours in all ways, Auren.” I wrap my legs around his hips. “Claim me the way a Dark Elf claims his mate.”
My words snap something inside him, and his eyes turn completely black. The breath stutters from my lungs as he begins to push inside me.
Tight heat blooms in my core, and I whimper at the small pinch of pain as he breaks through my barrier.
He goes completely still. Concern flashes across his features, and he starts to pull away, but I lock my legs around him. “Wait,” I breathe. “I just need a moment to adjust.”
His entire body trembles above me, as if it’s taking all his control to not move as the small muscles of my channel begin to relax around his invasion. “Alright,” I whisper.
He rolls his hips again, and my discomfort quickly turns into pleasure. I love the feeling of his weight over me and this connection between us. I’ve never felt anything like this fullness of his body joined with mine.
He reaches down and cups my cheek as we simply stare at each other, the world around us falling away. Nothing exists outside of this moment and the feeling of our bodies together as one.
Slowly, he begins to stroke deep inside me, creating a delicious friction between us.
I trace my fingers down his back, feeling the flex of his hips as he pumps into me. “Auren,” I whisper between kisses. “You feel so good.”
I move my hand down his body and wrap my fingers around his knot.
He groans and wraps his hand around my wrist, pulling my hand away. “My knot is too sensitive,” he says, panting heavily. “I don’t want to knot you, Vivienne.”
Softly biting my lower lip, I reach up and trace my fingers over his left ear, and a deep rumbling purr vibrates in his chest. “What if I want you to?” I whisper.
He growls and quickens his pace, each thrust slowly advancing his knot. When I finally feel it push inside, I gasp at the intense fullness as we become locked together, almost to the point of pain, but not quite.
“So tight,” he rasps.
My head falls back, and I close my eyes as delicious sensations move over and through me.
He cups my cheek and my eyes snap open to find him staring down at me, his fangs extended, and his gaze full of fire and possession. “I want to watch you as you come.”
With his knot buried deep in my channel, I moan as he grinds against me. I’ve never felt anything like this before, and it’s too much and not enough all at once.
My entire body tightens around him as I fall over the edge, crying out his name. He drops his head to the curve of my neck and shoulder, and I feel a slight sting as he sinks his fangs into my flesh, giving me his claiming mark. It soon turns into pleasure as his stav begins to pulse.
He cries out my name, and intense heat erupts deep inside me as he fills me with his seed. It feels as if it goes on forever before he finally collapses on top of me.
I love the feel of his weight over me as his knot remains buried in my channel.
After a moment, he lays down on his side, pulling me with him until we’re facing each other.
We’re still locked together by his knot, and when I feel it pulse again, my mouth falls open as another powerful orgasm washes through me.
I’m still floating on a blissful wave as he rolls me beneath him once more. His body is still joined with mine as he kisses me long and deep. “I need you again,” he whispers.
Reaching up, I brush the hair back from his face as I stare deep into his eyes. “Then, you may have me, my love.”