Chapter 45
Elariya
“The Bond”
The bond surged violently to life, warm and urgent and desperate. Ignited by the kiss.
The kiss was a claiming. A desperate and utterly consuming claiming.
Wolfe kissed me like he was starving and drowning, and I was his salvation. He tasted like unrestrained passion and sin, desire and longing.
His teeth grazed my bottom lip before he soothed it with his tongue, and I couldn't stop the whimper that escaped me. The sound seemed to undo him completely.
He backed me against the nearest surface — a wall, a pillar, I didn’t know. I didn’t care.
He pinned me there with the solid weight of his body and gripped my waist with his other hand, hauling me against him.
I gasped against his lips, and he took the opening, deepening the kiss with a hunger that made my knees buckle.
Heat flooded through me, so potent I clutched at his shoulders to keep myself from turning to ash. My fingers on his skin earned a low, approving groan from deep in his chest that sent liquid fire pooling low in my belly.
"Elariya." My name was a growl of pleasure on his lips. "Mine," he breathed against my mouth, the word vibrating through me. "You're mine, Ziyka."
“Always,” I breathed.
Wolfe pulled me closer as if even inches between us were unbearable, and his mouth slashed across mine in a fiery kiss that left me numb.
He slid his tongue against mine and currents of pleasure streaked through me, tightening my breasts. My heart pounded in my chest like it wanted to escape, and when he deepened the kiss, I felt the moment he gave in to the call of the bond— the moment all his control slipped.
Wolfe’s hand slid into my hair and the kiss turned carnal.
Beneath the silver moon, he devoured my mouth, silently showing me what he planned to do to my body.
My palms slid up the cool silk of his shirt to the sides of his neck, and I ran my fingers through his hair.
He pushed back into me and the swollen ridge of his erection dug into my belly.
He groaned again, pulling back to look at me through eyes thick with lust.
“I need you now, Ziyka,” he said, his voice rough. He kissed the bridge of my nose and worked his way down my throat. “I have to fuck you right now.”
“Here?” I stuttered.
He moved back to my ear and he breathed into my hair. “Right here. Right now.”
The desire in his voice made me ache and the need for him to fill me with pleasure took over, making me want him even more.
“Take me.” I rasped, pushing his jacket from his shoulders.
Wolfe gave me a wicked smile, his long canines looking haunting in the moonlight. “With pleasure, Lady Nightblade.”
Gods, I was going to fade away just from the sound of his voice and him calling me Lady Nightblade.
He shrugged out of the jacket and tossed it to the side. Then he crushed his mouth against mine again.
Wolfe kissed me harder and the tension building inside me, made me mindless to everything but him. Then his hands were on my breasts. He brushed my hard nipples through the sheer bodice of my dress and kissed his way down to meet them.
His mouth closed over my right nipple and the dress fizzled away from my body, leaving me naked and my bare breast in his mouth.
Pushing up against the wall, he wedged me in place while he drew my breast into his mouth and sucked long and hard.
A moan slipped past my lips, husky with the echo of my need. It was loud but I was beyond caring.
I wanted more, more, more of his mouth on me.
He seemed to know, so he moved his mouth to my other breast and gave me more of what I craved.
His hands moved to my hips, and he held me there while he rubbed his straining erection back and forth against the folds of my aroused flesh.
His fingers fluttered there next.
He slipped one finger inside me and stroked my clit, pulling another moan from my lips.
Then he made me go crazy while he suckled on my breast and finger-fucked me.
Heat licked up my spine, molten and insistent, pooling low in my belly. Then bliss flooded through me in languid waves, turning my muscles to honey.
I didn’t think I had anything left of my mind to lose. But Wolfe Nightblade proved me wrong.
The warrior dropped to his knees and buried his face between my thighs.
His tongue slid into my hot, slick, flesh, and I cried out, shuddering as if I’d just been struck by lightning.
He sucked hard on my clit, then swirled his long around and around the throbbing bud until all I saw before me were stars. Every caress slowly propelled me toward climax.
Yearning pulled at my core, an ache that had nothing to do with the physical, and everything to do with him and the bond that fused us together.
My body remembered him, even if my mind did not. Everything felt new. Tonight, would be like giving myself to him all over again.
The deep stroke of his tongue stole the last of my thoughts, and a merciless orgasm tore through me, shattering my veins like glass. I fell over the edge and I kept going down, down, down, falling into an abyss of pleasure.
I was only aware of Wolfe’s possessive touch and the demanding strokes of his tongue lapping at my arousal.
“Fuck, Ziyka. Gods, I fucking missed you.” Wolfe whispered, his hot breath skipping over my skin. “I want be deep inside you.”
I slumped against the wall, my gaze locked on firmly on his as I panted, trying to catch my breath.
He pushed to his feet, and as he rose, shadows followed, folding around the folly as if he’d summoned the night to hide us from the world.
Shadows gathered around him for a single breath, and when they slipped away, his clothes vanished with them.
My gaze dropped despite myself. Moonlight traced the hard lines of his torso, revealing ink that curved over solid muscle.
Dark Fae tattoos wound across his chest and down his ribs, as if they were carved into him rather than drawn.
The movement of his breathing made them shift and flex, alive beneath his skin.
My gaze traced the flat planes and ridges of his stomach, then fell to the massive length of his cock, bobbing between his legs.
He wrapped his fingers around the shaft and flexed. The skin stretched tight and a bead of precum slipped out. “This is what you do to me, Elariya. This is for you.”
I was speechless. Utterly speechless. And those mere moments was all he gave me to be stunned.
In one swift move he lifted and guided my legs so I could wrap them around his waist.
My arms found their way around his neck, then the hard head of his hot erection pressed into my opening.
He withdrew for a moment, then buried himself deep inside me. The penetration was so strong, we both cried out.
His grip on my hips tightened as he slide deeper and deeper. “Merciless Gods!” he gasped, then his powerful body crushed me against the wall and he started to fuck me.
My legs tightened around his waist as he pounded in and out of me, slowly at first, then faster and faster.
My heart was in my ears, beating hard as he hammered into me.
Every touch pushed me closer to another orgasm, and more pleasure.
He drove into me harder and faster and I came again. Tremor after tremor rippled across my flesh, taking what was left of awareness.
I became weightless, and a hurricane thundered in her head. Arching my back, I took what he gave me, and threw my head back in a scream.
Fire raced over my skin. It burned everywhere it touched. Inside and outside of me.
“Wolfe—” I cried, barely getting his name out as I moaned.
“There’s more Ziyka,” he groaned. “I’m not done with you yet. I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll never dream of leaving me again.” It was a dark promise. And he made good on it.
He kept me there and he devoured me with every thrust of his merciless cock. Eons could have passed and neither of us would have known. All I knew was pleasure. Waves and waves of pleasure that rolled through me, each one cresting higher than the last, threatening to drag me under again.
And it did.
My climax peaked again and again, and still he kept going.
The last ripple of my spasms had barely slowed when his began. A deep groan rumbled in his chest and his muscles turned as hard as stone.
“Elariya,” he whispered my name one last time, then he came.
We shared the release together, moaning out our pleasure.
My body felt battered and bruised, but every nerve ending sang with bliss.
Wolfe rested his forehead between my breasts, until his breathing slowed, then he pulled back, but his cock stayed buried inside me.
The moment our eyes locked the damn bond stirred again.
“Fuck,” Wolfe groaned cupping my face. “Do you feel that?”
“Yes.” The pull was even stronger than before.
“It wants more. I want more.” His grip tightened around me. “I need you again.”
“I need you too.”
“Good. Let’s get out of here.”
He lowered to my lips again and portaled me away in a swarm of shadows.