Chapter 38 #2
My mouth drops open at seeing what lies behind the barrier. It’s a potions room, maybe twenty feet deep and running along the entire back of the house. An arched ceiling highlights gorgeous natural wood beams, which shimmy at me in a friendly way.
“Aren’t you gorgeous?” I whisper, stepping into the room. The floor matches the beams, but the walls are all white, and every damn inch is either windows or deep bookcases. One bookcase holds hundreds of potion bottles we’ve been collecting for the last few weeks.
My heart fills with love and gratitude. It threads its way through my bond with Furyon, and he sends it right back.
In fact, he sends me that love all day long every day, warming me from the inside out until I can’t believe this is my real life.
I walk along the giant whitewashed wooden table that runs down the center of the room.
“It splits in two if you need to make a walkway down the middle.” Furyon’s voice is soft as he appears behind me.
Laughing, I spin in place. “My, my, Ranger Zayle. It seems you’ve thought of everything.”
He shrugs. “I took the time to learn what you like, mate. And I consider it my privilege and duty to provide those things for you. Which is what I’ll be doing until my very last breath, country girl.” Had to change the nickname since she lives here now.
Slipping my straps fully off my shoulders, I shove my clothing down to the floor and step out. I’ve got on nothing beneath it but the sparkly pink boots, something I promised to tease him with many times.
I hop onto the table and plant one foot flat on it, opening my thighs wide so he can see the pussy he’s so thoroughly claimed, time and again.
“Does this belong to you, Furyon?” Slipping my fingers between my thighs, I rub my pussy lips as his eyes drop to my movements.
He chews on a toothpick held between his lips, slipping his thumbs between his belt loops.
“Mhm.” That’s all he says.
But the sound is so satisfied, so sure. And that’s one of the things I love best about him. Furyon doesn’t waver. He doesn’t second-guess. What he feels is what’s real. And now that our bond is fully in place, through the beauty and gift of my venom, I get to feel his surety too.
I crook my finger at him. “This room is extraordinary, mate.”
“We gotta fill it with supplies.” He glances around. “It’s a might empty now, but I’m hoping sometimes I’ll be able to convince you to work from home.”
I laugh. My new role means I’m at Glimmer a lot, but working from home sounds pretty damn nice.
Shrugging, I lift a brow and grin at him. “Might be hard to do that if my handsome mate’s at home, distracting me.”
He shoves his jeans down and steps out of them, his cock bobbing against his thigh. The shirt goes next, deposited in a pile with the jeans.
“Would this distract you, Lemon?” He grips the base of that impressive length and strokes it up and down with steady, slow movements.
Venom fills my fangs, my second eyelid flashing over my irises as saliva floods my mouth. “Yes. Who could get anything done when that needs to be taken care of?”
He steps toward me. “And how would you take care of it, Lemon?”
“With my mouth.” I slip my hand between my thighs again. “With this soft, hot pussy. You want it, don’t you?”
His deep, possessive growl lights up the bond, lust streaking down it like a bolt of lightning. “Yes.”
I slip two fingers into my pussy, stroking at my G-spot while he watches. “Come get it, Furyon.”
Crossing the scant distance between us, he grips my hips and drags my ass off the table. Furyon lines his cock up with my entrance and thrusts, every ab rippling as he fills me to the hilt. We let out matching groans as his cock kicks inside me.
Reaching up, I pull his hair carefully out of the bun and wrap it around my fist. The other hand goes to his throat, and I grip him, loving the way his heartbeat thuds beneath my fingers.
“Hold on,” he growls, punching out and back in with such force, we move the table a few inches.
Pleasure swirls through me as my heartbeat throbs in my ears.
I curl my upper lip as I let my head fall back into one of Furyon’s hands.
He grips my ass with his other hand, his fingers punishing as pleasure builds.
My thighs quake as he reaches down and lifts my leg up over his elbow, grinning at my boots.
“I knew when I first saw you, those boots would be the fuckin’ death of me,” he says. “I knew you’d bring something fresh and new to this place, mate.” He slips out and back in, grinding his hips against mine until I see stars. “I just didn’t realize you’d own my heart and soul so entirely.”
Gods, how can that filthy mouth be simultaneously so damn sweet but so damn dirty?
“I need your bliss, mate,” he growls into my mouth, picking up a steady, punishing pace that has my eyes rolling into my head.
When he gets me there, I sink my fangs into his shoulder and push venom deep into the wound. His hips buck as he grunts, then fills my pussy with seed as I scream his name.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
I could never have foreseen this, but Furyon Zayle is mine. And I’m his in all the ways that’ll ever matter.