Chapter 33
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Michaela
Power burned through my veins as soon as I repeated my vows.
It felt like starlight in my blood, and the purest love radiated down our mate bond.
It was damn euphoric. Scribe Lahabiel’s quip about Morax taking me right here at the archway sent pleasure buzzing south, and I could see in his golden eyes he definitely wanted to do just that.
“So, is this like a thing?” I whispered to my now husband.
He cocked his head, brushing his thumb across my bottom lip. “Is what a thing, little lumen?”
Even the familiar nickname sent shivers of pleasure down my spine. I pressed up on my toes, barefoot under my dress now that the ceremony was over. “Being really horny after that ribbon thing.”
Morax barked a laugh, sharp and surprised, his eyes glittering with mischief. “Hmm. Perhaps. Or maybe it is just something we share. Tell me, wife, is your sweet cunt dripping for me?”
He might have been more eloquent than I was, and better at the dirty talk, but I knew what he wanted. What he needed. I shoved away from him, taking several slow steps back. “Come find out for yourself, husband.”
I registered the surprise in his glowing eyes but didn’t wait for a response.
Snatching up my dress, I ran for the forest using my elevated strength to push my legs faster.
I could feel Morax behind me, but this wasn’t going to be easy for him.
Using my power, I dropped branches in his path and urged the wind to aid me, speeding away from him.
He cursed as a tree fell at his feet, forcing him to redirect. “You cannot hide from me, little doe,” Morax snarled, his beast rising to the surface. “You are mine. And I always catch my prey.”
A stupid needy whimper escaped my lips at his feral declaration.
His laughter rang out in the silent forest, and it only increased the desire for him to catch me.
But I could at least try to make him work for it.
I used the wind to shove off the ground and leapt into a tree, standing nimbly on a thick branch among the dense leaves.
Morax came crashing by, not even pausing as he passed me. A smirk teased at the corner of my lips. I waited a few more minutes, but the forest was silent. My heart raced, the rush of the chase still coursing through me. Leaning forward, I bent my legs and pushed off the branch to descend.
Oh, was I a fool. Clawed hands snatched me back, one around my throat and the other groping my breast. I nearly screamed, but Mor gripped me too tightly for sound to come out.
“Did you think you were clever, little doe, hiding up in the tree?” Morax purred, his voice sinful. “As if I couldn’t sniff you out. Your tight cunt is begging for my cock, and the scent is intoxicating.”
His claws tore at my dress, ripping the pretty silk to shreds so he could reach my flesh. My husband growled at what he found.
“A gift for you, mate, unwrapped and ready to be filled,” I panted, teasing him.
His hand slid through my arousal, claws raking over the sensitive skin between my thighs. I pressed back into his body, grinding against his hard-as-hell dick still trapped inside his pants. Mor bit down on my neck, and I moaned when his sharp canines broke the skin.
Closing my eyes, I reached back and threaded my fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer. His other hand teased my clit, rubbing steady circles over the throbbing bud.
“Morax. My love. My mate,” I moaned. “My husband. Please fuck me.”
Mor pulled away from my neck slowly, licking away at the wound he made. “With pleasure, wife.”
The world around us suddenly faded away, reality squeezing tight as Mor used his power to transport us somewhere new.
I opened my eyes to see the city below us.
We were on the roof of the tower where our rooms were located.
Mor didn’t give me time to adjust. He slashed at my dress, further destroying the beautiful gown until it fell to pieces at my feet.
He ripped his own clothing off before I could assist. His eyes were wild, feral and desperate.
Another needy whimper escaped my lips, because I was just as feral for the beast before me.
He strode forward and whipped me around to face the city below. “Hold on to the ledge,” Mor commanded.
I’d only just gripped the stone when he kicked my legs apart, fisted his clawed hand in my hair, and thrust his thick cock inside me.
We moaned as one at the feeling of our bodies finally joined after the chase.
He set a merciless pace, his other hand holding my hip in a bruising grip.
I relished the pain of it, the marks he was leaving on my skin, claiming every inch of my flesh.
“Who do you belong to, Michaela Valdis?” Morax growled, fucking me harder, deeper.
My nails bit into the stone as I held on for my fucking life, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside me, sending waves of pleasure through my body. “To you, Morax. My husband. My fucking mate.”
A groan of pleasure escaped his lips. “I love hearing those words on your lips, mae domina. My queen.” He thrust again and again. “Master of my heart and soul.”
Pure bliss spilled through my body at his words, and when he thrust again, I clamped down on his cock, unable to stop the orgasm rushing through me. I screamed his name over and over.
Morax didn’t give me any time to relish the feeling. The world dissipated once more, and we were in our rooms, my husband rearing over me. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he leaned over my body splayed out on the bed. He was inside me again in seconds, fucking me with raw, animal need.
“Come for me again, my love,” Morax murmured, brushing his lips against mine as he spoke. “I need to see your face when you come undone.”
I moaned at the combination of his words and the deep, slow thrusts. “I want to mark you, too.”
A sexy-as-sin grin graced his face, and he leaned down, offering his throat to me. His hand slipped between my thighs and teased my clit, waiting for me to bite him.
My own sharpened canines pressed into his skin, and I slowly bit into my mate’s flesh.
His blood rushed to the surface and slid down my throat.
I’d never taken drugs, but if I had, this must be what it felt like.
His blood raced through my body like lightning, burning me from the inside out in the most indescribable way.
“Fuck. I love you, Michaela,” Mor declared between thrusts.
“I love you, too, Morax.” I screamed the words, close to the edge.
He smiled down at me, the beast snarling within. “Now come for me, wife,” he demanded, and I obeyed.