Chapter 10 Helayna
HELAYNA
The tangled knot in his core burst free.
Wrapped head to toe in my power, he quivered beneath me and then went into stunned stillness.
Wide eyed, he stared up at me as I leaned down over his gaping mouth.
Inhaling deeply, I pulled the shadows back into me as I pressed my mouth to his.
His jaws relaxed as I removed the blockage, but he kept his lips open and soft.
I stroked his tongue with mine, and he trembled at the taste of essence. His essence. Hunger flared inside him. So I slipped my hand beneath his nape, lifting his head up to my throat.
He made a soft, agonized sound against my skin but didn’t bite me. Denying himself, even when I’d given him this need in the first place when I made him my Blood.
I reached down between us and found his cock. “Do you trust me?”
He swallowed hard against my throat. “Without question, my queen.”
“Then I’m going to take you inside me while we feed on each other.”
A tremor shook him, and another desperate, ragged sound came out of his mouth. I paused, listening to his bond. I lowered his head enough to see his face, checking his expression. I refused to traumatize him or do anything against his will.
“I want you,” he finally whispered. “More than anything. But if I slip—”
“Then I am here to catch you.” Doubt still shadowed his crystalline eyes, so I gave him a little shake, reminding him of my power. “I’m strong enough to control you. I’m strong enough to stop you if I need to. But I won’t need to.”
“How do you know?”
Lifting my hips higher, I slowly started to take him inside me. “Because you love me enough to deny yourself in order to protect me. You’d rather die than harm one hair on my head. However, I can protect myself, my Deadliest.”
Wrapped in my velvety shadows, his cock glided slowly inside me.
I let my head fall back, my breath sighing out in bliss as he filled me.
All those sharp edges and barbs were safely cushioned by my own power.
I took him deeper, until I settled fully against him.
I didn’t move yet, letting us both adjust to sensation.
I kept my bond wide open with him, letting him feel my own reactions.
How good he felt, filling me up, stretching me wide, even wreathed in my power.
Though I wanted to be sure it felt as good for him.
“Yes,” he growled out, a harsh tone rumbling his body beneath me. “Better than I ever deserved.”
I leaned forward slightly, bracing my hands on his abdomen. “You deserve everything under Yggdrasil’s branches, Svar.”
“Am I allowed to touch you, my queen?”
My heart cracked all over again, but I let my mouth quirk with wry humor. “I suppose I’ll allow it, since I want very much to feel you touching me.”
I dissolved the bonds I’d wrapped around his limbs, keeping only the protective layer wrapped around the sharp edges of his cock.
His huge palm raised hesitantly toward my face, his fingers trembling. I turned my cheek into the slight caress, rubbing my face against his palm. Turning my head fully to press a kiss against his skin. “Am I allowed to show you exactly how much I want you, my queen?”
My breath caught as his thumb stroked over my bottom lip. “Yes.”
His palm snaked around my nape, his grip surprisingly hard. Dragging me down against his chest. His other hand locked low on my waist, pinning my pelvis against his.
“If I’m also allowed to request—”
“Yes, of course.” I laughed against his chest, turning my head side to side so I could drag my face against his oily skin. Breathing in his scent. Dark and earthy essence, tinged with smoky bitterness like raw cacao roasting over coals.
“You haven’t heard my request, my queen.”
I braced my elbow on his chest and propped my chin higher so I could look into his eyes. “What request would my Deadliest Blood make of me?”
“I would like for you to feed on me while I make you climax for eternity. While we soar beyond the depths of Yggdrasil.”
“I can’t promise eternity.” I couldn’t help but laugh again, though more husky this time. “Though how about we fuck until I fall asleep safe in your arms?”
He rolled onto his side, tucking my back against Dorr’s bulk. “As long as you soar.”
I’d already climaxed countless times with my Blood tonight, but I was sure I could manage again. Especially as he moved so slowly and tenderly, relishing every moment inside me—because he’d never thought it would be possible.
He rocked me back against my alpha, gently at first and then harder, using him for leverage as his thrusts deepened.
His eyes locked to mine, shining against the darkness of his alfar form.
Wide, a little hesitant, checking my reaction, as if still concerned I might forget and allow the shadows to slip away in the heat of the moment.
:I won’t forget,: I promised him, sinking my fangs into his throat. :You’re as safe with me as I am with you.:
His essence filled me, sweeping me toward a dark rising cliff. Mingling with his semen in a volatile cocktail. Poisonous or not, I could feel power swelling in my blood. Shadows leaked free of me again, filling the room in billowing black clouds.
His cock swelled against the confining shadows, ridges rippling against my inner walls.
His stride quavered a moment, his fingers reflexively clutching at me with alarm.
But it felt incredible. Not painful. All the texture sliding and scraping inside me, still safely cushioned enough to not harm me in the slightest.
Assured I was still unharmed, he lifted me higher against Dorr, raising my hips up so he could get deeper. Even heavy thrust rocking me harder against sheer unmovable muscle. Front to back. Slamming harder, as if determined to destroy this bed as well.
He gripped my nape, pinning me against my alpha’s bulk. His eyes glittered with a deadly look never intended for such a soft color. “You’re not soaring.”
His tone laced with menace again, making me shiver deliciously. I bit him again, opening my jaws wide. Gripping as much of his flesh in my mouth as possible. Holding him inside me. Opening my throat so he could gush into me.
Floodgates. Opened. Blasting me up over the edge of the cliff into darkness.
My Darkness. Soaring so high we fell. Falling so hard we flew.
I wasn’t sure which. He exploded inside me, his barbs hooking deep.
I cried out but didn’t release my bite. I shuddered and came again, wave after wave of pleasure, dragging us both into oblivion.
Complete Darkness surrounded us, as if I’d somehow opened a way back to Hel. Weight pressed against me on all sides, surrounding me in familiar flesh and scents. Dark alfar. My bear. Fresh snow drifting on salty sea air. Cocooning me in drowsy warmth.
But I didn’t want to sleep.
I’d promised Svar I would soar.
I started to crawl out from beneath their weights, but something was caught. Hung up beneath them. My hair? No. I’d lost my hair to Jormungandr.
“Hold on, my queen. I’ll get you out.”
I recognized Myrk’s voice, but I wasn’t sure what he meant. Get me out? Of what? I pulled harder, flopping awkwardly. I didn’t feel right. My balance was off. My head was too large, somehow. I tried to tell him, but a terrible croak came out of my throat.
Myrk’s amethyst eyes appeared in the darkness. “Goddess below.” He rolled Svar aside with a heavy oomph. “I thought all those wings were theirs.”
I made another harsh sound and his eyes flared. He nodded, moving quickly to the large window overlooking the sea. “Of course, you’ll want to test them out.”
Since my voice didn’t work, I asked in his bond. :Test what?:
“Your wings, my queen.” He fumbled with the controls, muttering beneath his breath. “The one time I need the damned bear to make himself useful he’s dead to the world. Get up, you fool. Gunnarr!”
Gunnarr sucked in a loud snore and sat up. “What? What’s going on?”
“Our queen needs fresh air. Help me get this window open.”
He stretched lazily, turning his head toward me. Froze. Eyes flaring wide. “Oh my.”
“Exactly. Get your ass over here and help me before she breaks the glass in a panic.”
:I’m not panicked.: Though my heartbeat quickened. :Why did you say wings?:
Gunnarr scrambled across Lokken’s legs and the rest of the bed to help Myrk. He hit some buttons and the thick glass started to slide down into the floor.
A salty gust of air rippled leather around me. Caressing my skin. The night sky beckoned. Dark above and below, the horizon disappearing into the dark sea, making them one.
Shifting to his dark alfar, Myrk leaped up onto the window ledge, perched like a giant gargoyle. Wings folded close to his body but arched up over his shoulders, ready to fly. He cocked his head, glancing back at me with a challenge sparkling in his eyes. :Come soar with me.:
I sat up. Or tried. My body didn’t bend like I expected. I glanced down at myself and stared, transfixed with awe.
I looked like him. Dark alfar. Black, thick hide glistened with an oily sheen.
Vicious claws and talons on the ends of my feet and hands.
I opened my mouth to shout or laugh, I wasn’t sure, but then remembered I couldn’t talk anyway.
At least not yet. I ran my tongue around my mouth, gingerly feeling the sharp obsidian shards replacing my teeth.
Leather rustled again. Wings. Eyes wide, I craned my neck around, trying to see how they were attached. Lined with velvety sable-like fur, covered in dull black skin so thin I could almost see through it.
Goddess. My eyes filled with tears. Thank you.
It took me a few experimental tries to fold both massive sails against my body at the same time.
I crawled closer to the window’s ledge where Myrk waited patiently.
Or not so patiently, perhaps. He hissed at the other man, using his wing to casually knock him back a step when he started to approach me.
:Back off, fur ball. You had your turn.: