Chapter 5 Dove #2
With his taste now conjured up on my lips, I want to crawl to him—until I’m reminded of the incredibly horny fae male’s arms I’m still in.
Something hard and wide presses against my aching pussy’s entrance, asking for entry.
My eyes close to the watching beast before us.
My watching beast. Fuck, he’s going to watch me and Rivern.
He’s going to see everything. And that notion only makes me even wetter, if that’s possible.
I want him to watch.
Maybe I want more?
Pushing forward, my wet core parts effortlessly for Rivern.
We both groan loudly at the moment he slides in, my first experience nothing like I ever could have expected with another.
The other women in the temple said it would hurt, but this is not that.
It’s everything. My body is alight with new, rapturous sensations—sensations I never want to come down from.
A fullness I never want to let go of. A completion.
If this is what sex feels like with my bonded, I never want to stop.
“Goddess, it’s like coming home,” Rivern says, fully seating himself inside me.
Desperate for all parts of us to be connected, I kiss the sunshine swirls covering his neck while cinching my legs around his waist, pulling his cock somehow deeper into my core. Rivern grunts at my efforts to bring us closer, his hands digging into my skin.
Now that we are wholly joined, the bond is a full symphony, strumming and singing its joy in my chest, the threads weaving together stronger than ever, new feelings and sensations emerging within me.
Rivern’s violet eyes plunder into mine.
Bonded.
The word I so desperately wanted to dismiss now means everything to me.
He’s mine, this fae prince.
“Hi, love,” the musical words flow through my head.
At the sound, my heart cracks open to him, unable to hold everything I currently feel in the remnants of the dusty pieces that once littered the floor of my chest. Instead, it’s rebuilding anew.
It’s mending to fit him, making room for everything we are meant to be, all of me, all of us.
Everything the old me wished I could one day have, but never dreamt to hope.
Now, I have him, my fae prince—my heart welder.
With the new heightened sensation vibrating throughout my body, I’m set to blow, fully surrendered to him. I grasp Rivern’s face in my hands and kiss him furiously.
It feels like everything has been leading us to this moment—when we finally become one. I feel everything in his heart. His kindness, his valour, his need to protect. His truth. He is finally wide open to me, and I can read him like a book.
Everything that was worrying me about his betrothal drops away in an instant. Finally, I can see his need, his want and his love only for me.
He holds me firmly in place on his length, not moving, just basking in the connection, in our bond, fully formed by every inch of our bodies connecting.
“Hi, love,” I tentatively whisper in my head as I pull back for air. We rest our foreheads together, breathing heavily.
“I think I want to stay like this forever.” Rivern’s lilting voice finds me in my mind.
“Me too,” I concur. This fae… He’s reached into my soul, slowly helping me find pieces of myself again.
I can’t even begrudge him for doing what he had to do to protect his people.
Wasn’t I doing the exact same thing? Life is not black and white.
It’s filled with an extraordinary kaleidoscope of colours, and I see that now. I see him fully.
The tugging in my chest no longer aches. It takes flight at our joining. Goddess, this is so different from when I bonded with Fury. Fury was a surprise, a compromise. This is everything I’ve been searching for and have never found. Until Rivern.
Moving us over to the curved bed, he carefully places me down, still fully seated inside me. His corded arms cage me in, his eyes sharing all my secrets. Lifting a hand, he pushes back my slickened hair from my forehead. “When I first laid eyes on you, I wondered what this would feel like.”
“You inside me?” I question, giving him a rueful smile.
He chuckles, pushing his hips up, making me moan. “No, your hair, but I would be lying if I didn’t think about the way you tasted on my tongue, or how you would grind on my cock, or how you would moan at my thrusts.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck. At his words, I drench the sheets underneath us. He’s barely doing anything but talking in that smooth cadence of his, and I’m a melting, swooning mess underneath him.
“Hmmm, so wet for me, princess. Maybe I should have a taste.” I grumble, not wanting his fullness to leave me. Rivern pulls back slightly, but like a string being pulled too tight, he doesn’t go far before pushing back in.
He tries again, but once more, he thrusts back up, making me moan loudly into his neck as he falls on top of me. “Love, fuck, I don’t think…” He pulls his cock an inch out of me and immediately slams back in, making my back bow. “Fuck, I don’t think I can pull out.”
My brain doesn’t register a problem. I look up at his beautiful face.
“Maybe it’s the bond,” I conclude, starting to notice golden and silver threads twining around each other as they dance over our bodies.
Maybe it’s Fury’s magic, or maybe it’s because we are fully bonded.
I have never been able to see our bond like this before.
Not like when Fury first showed me these same threads in his tower.
“Well, whatever it is, I’m not complaining. If this is how I die, I will die the happiest fae in the stars.” He flashes me his dimples, making me melt further underneath him. “I will just have to devour other parts of you.”
Rivern’s eyes flick down my body, paying particularly close attention to my peaked nipples.
He licks his full lips. “Fucking perfect.” Striking like a rabid animal, he wastes no time in lavishing and biting at my nipples, thrusting against my pelvis.
The tingling tension runs like a line from my breasts straight to my clit, his thrusting brushing against the swollen apex of my pussy, making me detonate, screaming out Rivern’s name in quick succession, followed by my bonded filling my core with his seed.
Limp and languid, I stretch my arms above my head, noticing movement in the corner of my eye, finally remembering we aren’t alone.
How could I forget my beast? The idea of him still being in the room with us excites me.
Turning to look at him, I’m completely and utterly taken over by Gideon gruffly jerking his cock, broad hand pumping mercilessly. His fingers slide up and down his thick length, hitting a swollen knot at the bottom before tugging back up veiny, chocolate skin. My mouth waters at the sight.
“If you want him, I will not stand in your way,” the soft words come through the bond. Rivern nuzzles at my neck, his cock undeniably hard inside me.
Still watching the beast before me, amber eyes gazing over my body, I respond, “But I’ve got you. That’s enough.”
“Love, look at me.” Grasping my face in his hands, Rivern pulls me from the beautifully magnificent sight that is Gideon pleasuring himself.
Pulling my eyes away, two violet storms overtake my vision.
“Just because you hunger for another does not mean you love me any less. You forget I feel everything you feel and vice versa. You know my truth. If you want the wolf, you can have him. He protected you when I could not, and I will forever be grateful for that.”
He doesn’t have to say the words because I feel everything in his heart. Rivern holds no animosity towards Gideon.
And I finally admit the one truth I’ve yet to let even myself fully comprehend. “I want the wolf.”