Chapter 34 #2
A little squeal escapes my lips as I throw my arms around his neck to steady myself. I’m wrapped around him, cradled against his chest as he stalks back to the bed and lays me upon the covers like I thought he might when we first arrived.
Elias grabs my thighs and tugs my hips to the edge of the bed where he’s standing, wedged between them.
“You want to watch as I fuck you, Aimee?” The devastating twist to his lips says he already knows the answer but isn’t about to make a mistake again this time.
“Yes,” I say, already breathless. “That’s exactly what I want.”
He takes his cock in hand, running the head along my seam.
That alone sets my nerve endings alight again.
Like the rest of him, his cock is a work of art—broad and long, flush with need, a few veins standing out along his length.
I didn’t have the chance to admire him before, but I do now.
Damn, he’s perfect. And he’s about to be inside me. Finally.
I stare transfixed as he nudges the tip into my entrance.
“Fuck.” He throws his head back.
The hand latched onto my thigh tightens, though not painfully so.
He pulls back, only to inch further, stretching my entrance in a way that has me writhing in pleasure and anticipation.
“So tight,” he growls.
He’s barely in, and already I’m ravenous with need. I watch as more of his cock slides slowly into me. It’s easily the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
“Eyes up here,” he says.
The command has my attention jumping to his face. The tendons in his neck are drawn tight, his teeth gritted, his longer eye teeth peeking out like little fangs.
And his glow… It rolls off him in pulsing waves.
If I wasn’t so distracted by the sight of our joining, I would have noticed it before.
“You want to see what you do to me?” he bites out. “Then watch.”
He thrusts his hips forward. I scream. Not in pain, though his girth is testing my limits, but in pleasure, in the absolute delicious, perfect fullness of him within me.
I fight the urge to close my eyes in bliss, staring instead at his face, at the utter anguish of pleasure contorting his expression.
His muscles are taut, his whole body pulled tight like a bowstring as he pulls back, only to thrust forward again.
“Elias!” I reach for him, needing to touch him. Both of his hands are on my thighs now, and I grab one, the only thing I can really reach. My other hand fists in the sheets like an anchor, trying to hold myself steady as each of his thrusts inches me up the sheets.
“So perfect for me,” he grates.
His hands leave my thighs, and the next thrust moves me up the bed. But he follows. Sliding me back as he climbs atop the bed, somehow managing to only pull out for a moment. Even that second is too long and leaves me whimpering for more.
I wrap my legs around him, holding him close.
My hands tangle in his long hair as it falls around his face like a curtain.
His arms are braced on either side of me, his face nestled in my neck.
With him atop me, inside me, it’s hard to tell where I end and he begins. Everything is warmth and bliss and him.
“Mine,” he murmurs against my neck, continuing to bring me closer to the edge of another release.
“Yours.” This time, I’m not careful of his ears. Despite the haze of pleasure, I manage to find one with my thumb, stroking it.
“Fuck! Aimee!” His hips jerk, thrusting deep. He rears back, staring down at me. “I—” He gnashes his teeth, glow flaring. His tail thumps heavily on my legs then the bed.
I roll my hips against him. Needing more. So close, so painfully close.
Elias grips my hip, angling me just so. His next thrust slides right against my spot, and I cry out, vision going white then black as I shatter.
His entire body shudders. A deep roar splits the air.
And then his lips are on mine, swallowing my screams as he slides deep, holding me close through the shivers of my pleasure and his own.
When I finally come back to myself, he releases me from the kiss, his body flush against mine, pressing me into the sheets.
“Elias.” His name is a breathy prayer on my lips. I stroke his cheek, trying and failing to push the hair back from his face.
Something cool and tingling bursts to life on my hip, spreading out like a spill of something thick and viscous, like cold honey. Elias goes still, eyes widened with something like awe.
“You feel that?” I hedge.
“Aimee.” He manages to fill my name with reverence. It spills out from every pore as he stares down in wonder.
Slowly, he sits back with a little groan. His softening cock slips out, and immediately, I miss the fullness and connection. I try to soothe the sudden bereft feeling racing through me. This is not the only time we will be together.
The smile that breaks across his face is a wonder.
The genuine innocence of it is enough to break my heart and mend it all at once.
And then I realize the reason for it. A violet tattoo has appeared above one hip, spiraling out over his stomach and around his side in whorls of ink that were not there moments ago.
It’s stunning in its detail. A flower like I’ve never seen, with sharp, pointed petals, sits in the center of the design, something that may be a cross between intricate thorn vines and antlers, spear out from the sides. Other swirls and dots join it.
I sit up quickly, head spinning at the shift, and glance down at myself. A mirror of the mark rests on my skin, right where I’d felt the cool tingling.
“We did it,” I say. It’s such an obvious thing to say, but I can’t help it. “You—We—” I stare, lost for words.
I’ve never been one for tattoos. There was never anything I wanted inked on my body forever.
And if I had picked one, it surely wouldn’t have been something this large.
The mark reaches up and over my belly button, and around my side as far as I can see, the bottom tendrils dipping all the way down to the very top of my thigh.
“I marked you,” he says, almost like he can’t quite believe it.
I beam over at him. “I told you I wanted you.”
He laughs at that, throwing his head back with mirth. “Yes,” he agrees. “Yes, you did. And the fates know I wanted you.”
Elias cups my face in his palm, smoothing his thumb across my cheek.
For a minute or two, we just sit there, staring at one another and basking in the beautiful thing we shared and created.
“Is it normally so big?” I ask.
His grin shifts into a smirk. “I’m a bit more well-endowed than many.”
A gape at him. “Did you just make a dirty joke?”
Elias drops his hand, laughing again. “With you, all kinds of things are possible.”
He’s still chuckling as he gathers me into his arms and brings us back down onto the bed together. I’m nestled against his chest, cradled in his arms. My hands linger on his chest, content to trail across his skin and feel every inch of him as I’ve longed to do.
“To answer your real question,” he says from across the pillow, “no, they are not usually so large, at least not at first.”
“So ours is special?”
“Each one is unique to the couple, but yes, I would say ours is quite splendid.” He strokes my face, pushing my hair back behind my ears.
“I’m marked by the Unseelie King now.” A phrase I never thought I would say. “You can use my blood to power your sword.” We can use it to save Matt. If we get that damn flower to grow.
The smile on his face dies into a frown. “I hate the idea of cutting you.”
“You will not reject this.” I smack him on the chest. “I can handle a little wound.”
“I know you can.” He sighs. “But you’re right. I won’t reject it. We need it too much.”
“When should we do it?”
“Soon.” Multiple emotions flicker across his face before he gives his head a little shake. “But for now, I’d like to be with my marked one. My mate.”
Mate. My lips part, and I hold my breath, waiting for apprehension or unease to settle in at the title. But it doesn’t. Instead, it wraps around my soul like a warm hug.
“Mate,” I repeat, tasting the word and finding I like it. “The mate of the Unseelie King.”
And then I kiss my king, losing myself in him once more.