Four months later #12
"Yes. I’m happy you understand it. I knew you were torturing yourself over this unnecessarily.
I wanted to tell you the truth that day when they attacked you in the park, but you said no, don’t break the role.
Then I wanted to tell you the truth when your first heat started, but again you said no…
I thought you needed me to stay in the shadows, never materialize, never bring the pain and the loss again. "
My fingers glide up his temples, my gray skin contrasting with his pale complexion, the kind that people with red hair often have.
"That was next-level mental gymnastics for me, but I fell for the role, for the game of shadows, tricking my own mind. It was painful, but it also strangely kept me alive. I could keep going without needing another alpha, and I never wanted anyone else. So I’m grateful for you…
for your ghostly presence. For giving me what I needed, even when you weren’t fully here. "
Gently I trace the shape of his brows, the arches of his jaw, and those beautiful full lips. Bay closes his eyes, surrendering to my touch as if the movement of my fingers hypnotizes him.
I hear his breath and the beat of his heart.
Slowly my fingers slip down to his marked glands.
"Now I get why those marks never faded. We were fated mates on hold, but still True Mates."
Softly, I keep brushing my fingers along his lower lip, and I can see that it tickles him. Finally, it’s time for more. I press my mouth to his cheek, but with a gentle turn of his head he shifts, and our lips meet again. His are soft and wet.
"You know, that might sound strange, but I liked how you surrendered to my alter ego. That hunger in you, Alex… that powerful hunger you once had… I saw it still burning in you, craving, desperately waiting to be fed…"
I move my lips over his more firmly, giving in to exactly that hunger.
Our kiss deepens, our tongues touching, licking, curling around each other, sliding deeper into each other’s mouths.
At the same time my fingers move restlessly over his dark green tank top, demanding contact with his skin.
"Make love to me, Bay," I whisper, "just like I am now…"
"With pleasure, my beautiful revenant."
In the next moment Bay pulls off his tank top, then tears off mine and the rest of our clothes, and we are finally naked.
My whole body looks the same as my face, gray, marked with long thin black lines, as if my skin wanted to split open in those places but changed its mind…
Bay’s hand glides along my neck and over my shoulder, brushing my dark gray nipples, his hand hot, so much hotter than my cool skin, and it feels like tiny drops of life are dripping from him into me, filling me…
He pulls his mouth from mine, his breath warm against my face as he whispers,
"You are perfect, Alex, in every form… even gray."
I blink a few grateful times. "Gonna fuck your little revenant?"
"Sure as hell…"
He pushes me lightly onto the bed, and I fall back, automatically spreading my legs.
Bay smirks seeing it.
My stiff cock, sadly in a dark gray color too, twitches faintly.
"There’s still a bit of life left in it…" I mutter.
"We’ll see if I can coax even more out of it."
"Please, do."
"First, let’s see what a revenant’s little hole looks like…" Bay says, his voice darkly amused, as I pull my thighs even higher to my chest.
He leans in, peering between my ass cheeks, then dips lower… and lower.
A moment later, I feel his lips on that hyper-sensitive patch of my body, and my breath catches, I’d forgotten how good it feels… when his tongue swirls and massages my ring, it’s divine.
I groan and arch on the bed, my hand instinctively reaching for my cock, eager to hurry toward the sensation I desperately want, but Bay’s hand snatches my wrist, pinning it down.
"Easy," Bay rumbles, his voice low. His lips stay pressed to my opening, and the vibration of his words hums through my flesh.
Then he lifts slowly, his tongue dragging over my pale balls before his mouth engulfs my small, rigid shaft, so hard it could probably punch a hole in a wall.
"Yes, yes, yes," I mutter, my fingers sinking into his crimson hair.
My hips jerk in short, sharp thrusts, pushing into the warm cave of his mouth, wet, tight, his lips a scorching ring around my length.
"Yes, yes!" I gasp louder, and he doesn’t stop, sucking, pulling, taking me deeper, I can’t hold back, I need to explode inside him.
I drive my hips up, sliding along his palate, and my cock unleashes an obscene surge of cum, which Bay swallows down, slurping and gulping.
At the same time, his fingers slip into my pulsing hole, stretching me open.
"Fuck that undead hole, fuck my corpse…"
Bay lifts his head slightly, and our eyes meet.
"For undead spunk, that tasted like whipped cream."
Wow, it’s a charming sight: his lips flushed from working my shaft, his lids heavy, his cheeks dusted with a pearly blush.
"Drive your ashwood stake inside me…" I mutter, since even I know only ash tree stakes work on the undead. "Skewer me on it. Impale the necromancer."
"With pleasure." Bay moves in one sleek, feline surge, gripping my waist and lifting me into the air!
Now I’m suspended above him, balanced on his outstretched arms!
He arches back, almost unnaturally far, knees still bent beneath him, and starts lowering me onto his rigid rod.
I throw my head back, spreading my legs wide, almost in a split, as he begins impaling me.
The moment my ring makes contact with his massive, bulbous cockhead, fire erupts, a wild pulse tears through my swollen flesh.
"Stuff me, stuff me, spear me!"
With a low growl, Bay yanks my hips down in one sharp, powerful motion, driving deep, and then…
Everything explodes!
We come together, and the surrounding air ignites!
Thousands of red, white, orange, purple, and blue sparks crackling, swirling around us like a necromancer’s crown.
I laugh as I climax, impossible, yet my body trembles, staked on his massive tool.
The overwhelming energy of a True Mate’s closing circuit fuses our souls. Everything pulses with color and electricity, spiraling slowly around us, sealing our energy forever.
And then I see it… Behind Bay’s back something spreads open… hitting the walls with a thunderous sound…
Wide, massive, shimmering wings!
No, not a flicker of them, or an illusion!
Real, material wings spread and flutter, shining, opalescent, like diamond-covered feathers…
"Wow…" I gape with my mouth open in amazement, a question flickering at the edges of my dazed brain. Did the merging of our souls return Bay’s wings?
At the same time, pleasure overloads my system, I shake, waves of orgasm rippling up my spine, with long powerful pulses, flooding my brain, radiating through every cell, turning my body into jelly, too good, too much…
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When I open my eyes, I’m still in my room, and the walls have photos and pictures knocked down.
The framed drawings I took from Bay’s diary are scattered on the floor.
There are also long scratches running across the walls, as if something hard scraped along the surface.
As for me, I’m lying on Bay’s stomach while he sleeps peacefully, and the gray of early morning lingers outside the window.
I realize we must have stayed in the Joining all night, because his cock is still inside me, which is typical for True Mates, who can remain connected like this until morning, and that’s when the healing and rejuvenating effect takes place.
I lift my hand and look at it.
Wow.
Incredible.
It is pink again, just like it used to be, and I stare at it with something close to fascination.
"You brought me back to life, Bay," I whisper as he slowly opens his eyes.
His dark malachite irises look right at me.
Only then do I notice something has changed in him too.
His red tattoos are no longer red but a deep amethyst, like shining crystal gems. Oh, wow. There is a quietness and harmony in him; the bloody, harsh lines of his markings, now the same color as my eyes, swirl gently over his skin.
"You did the same," he replies. "The Joining is complete, Alex. We are whole again. Our souls have become one."