Chapter 40
Kaan releases a deep thundery sound that makes me picture boulders tumbling down a mountainside. Makes me want to pack myself so full of him there’s no room for anything else.
No pain.
No loss.
He grips either side of my face as he kisses me with all the fiery passion of a bursting star.
I melt, groan into his mouth, hanging off him like a flopped wing.
“Again, Moonbeam. Please,” he rumbles against my lips, charming me into a looseness I haven’t felt since I was last in his arms.
I gather every bit of fierce pride and possessive hunger thrumming through my veins, pool it in my chest, and brew it into four impenetrable words of proclamation. “You’re mine, Kaan Vaegor.”
He groans. Nuzzles my neck and brands me with a hot kiss, then drags his canines across my skin.
I almost beg him to bite down. Pin me against the wall with his teeth.
Mark me—
I’m lifted with the ease of someone barely boasting their full might. In my next breath, I’m tilting backward, draped against the spring’s edge on a patchy spread of moss.
He grips my leg. Pushes it back and bares me, his eyes molten swirls that hold me captive while he lowers …
His mouth claims me with such carnal devotion I cry out, shuddering from the eager lash of his tongue. From the way he worships every intimate part of my core; a feasting beast determined to leave no scraps.
His grip dimples my skin as he spears his tongue into my heat.
“Oh my—Creatorrrrs …” I squirm, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip to stifle my syrupy groans. Stop them from blaring through the meadow, attracting attention.
Hungering sounds vibrate into me, making it feel as though every nerve is one tongue-flick away from bursting their seams.
Spilling me.
His bulky shoulders flex as he shifts, using his fingers to part me, giving better access to that throb of nerves. I expect him to attack it with the same ruthlessness, but his movements turn languid, attention homed on that sensitive spot, circling in wet, torturous turns.
Flicking with the tip of his tongue.
Sucking with a gentleness that has me stuffing my fist in my mouth to plug the scream threatening to blast free. Desperate to have more of him.
All of him.
A savage sound moves up my throat as I claw at his back, trying to drag him up so he can push into me. Hard.
Fast.
But he’s a mountain. Unmovable.
He opens his eyes and looks at me, twin embers glinting between my spread thighs. “You’re not in charge right now, Raeve …”
Fuck off, I’m not.
My hackles rise, every instinct roaring for me to slash and snarl until he’s pinned beneath me, admitting how very wrong that statement is.
I open my mouth—
“I am,” he growls, splaying his hand across my lower abdomen. He presses—taming the wild thrust of my hips. His other tightens on my thigh, like he’s pinning down a wriggling meal. The only warning I get before his tongue spears deep.
Swirls around.
Thrusts again.
All my strength evaporates.
My head falls back, spine bowing. Plump prey spreading itself against the stones, all but begging to be eaten.
He doesn’t so much as surface for breath, feasting on me with newfound ferocity as I scream his name, clawing at the ground. My hair.
His hair.
A surge of heat uncoils—low. Threads through my ligaments, urging me to drive against his mouth. But his hands are too strong, pinning me in place.
Conquering my body like a fucking warlord.
Again, he shifts the angle of my leg, pushing my knee toward my chest until there’s nowhere to hide, his tongue drawing smooth circles around my tender, clamping core.
A voracious throb begins to build, coursing through me like warm honey … gathering heat with each luscious lap of his tongue. A soft, flicking devotion to that pouty trigger of nerves, and the honey boils up, threatening to burst—
He stops. Drops my leg.
I snarl, pushing up to snatch at him.
He snags my wrists. Whips them around the back of my arched spine with such a swift blast of motion that a zap of thrill shoots through me, making me clench around absolutely nothing.
I snap at his face. The asshole.
His smile is all smug dominance. “You’re adorable when you’re pissed off.”
“I won’t be so adorable when my teeth are gum-deep in your skin again,” I growl, jerking my shoulders, trying to rip free of his firm grip on my wrists.
His smile turns lopsided.
He leans close and whispers in my ear, a baritone rumble that prickles every inch of my flesh.
“Wrong.” He kisses my lobe, and I stiffen …
melt when he moves to my temple … across to the other ear—delicious torture to the nerves down the side of my neck.
“I love it when you bite me. When you mark me. Scar me.”
His words are a gag that stuffs my mouth full.
But then he sinks his fingers into me.
“Oh, sweet—fuckkk,” I groan as he curls them, stroking something deep that almost squirms me into a knot. Makes magma pool in my core, turning me so soft and pliable I can barely lift a limb.
My body tides to meet his slow motions, thrusting against his palm, stoking that heat until it’s gnashing with hunger—
He pulls free to fist his cock. Begins rubbing it against my flushed and swollen entrance, making my breath hitch.
My chin strikes my chest.
Heart in my throat, I study every hard inch of him: his hand gripping it like he’s wielding a mighty weapon, all those bulging veins on bold display through the gaps between his white-knuckled fingers.
Hypnotized into a shuddering mess, I mewl my approval, widening my thighs. Push my hips forward so more of myself is bared—open invitation for him to punch forward and fuck me hard.
Fast.
He nudges toward my entrance, making my breath snag when he instead veers through my wetness, baring the flushed tip—pearly beads leaking from the slit.
“You’re going to make me beg for it, aren’t you?”
“Wouldn’t hurt,” he murmurs, rubbing down … around … back down again, his eyes cast on the taunting motions. He nudges toward my entrance again, and my breath sputters, all the heat in my body rushing to that one aching spot.
I whimper, widening my thighs a little more. Accept him into me as he pushes forward until his tip disappears.
My muscles clench greedily, smooth delirium slugging through my veins—
He pulls back.
I groan.
He pushes forward, and again I watch his tip disappear, only for him to retreat.
Again.
Like being fed scraps when I want the entire carcass, warm and steaming. Want my blood to boil with the thrill of his hardness driving into me with claiming force.
“Fuck me,” I beg, my voice so pitched and breathy I almost slap myself. “Please.”
His laugh is molten. “Not even your pretty manners could stop me from taking my time, savoring the way you squirm for me.”
I curse, tossing back my head. Whip it forward when he swirls around my entrance again, smearing more of my arousal over my pink flesh, charming me into a wanton mess.
“Besides, the longer I take, the more chance your bond will settle, and then perhaps you won’t bow out of your pledge to stay.”
Bow ou—
With a surge of restless strength, I rip my hands free and grip his thick neck. “I’m not going anywhere,” I snarl, teeth bared as I hold his feverish gaze.
Flaming clefts open around his eyes, across his chest, webbing over his bulging biceps, his own savage side rising to meet mine.
He takes me in, slow and smooth despite the volcanic blasts captured in his irises and the way his neck tenses beneath my firm grip.
Vulnerability softens his eyes.
The back of his curled fingers brush my cheek, slow. Tender despite his swelling muscles and all the molten heat he’s emitting. Like a dragon brushing its claw across the petals of a budding bloom. “I’ve lost you so many times …”
I straighten my shoulders and drive two words between us like a fucking stake in the ground. “Never again.”
A hungry growl vibrates against my palm.
I’m flipped so fast it feels like the world tips on its axis.
Hot excitement surges between my legs as he pushes my knees apart, widening me. Releases a low rumble that makes my spine dip, baring more of myself.
He opens me, moving his fingers over my wet, aching core, making me shudder with anticipation.
I peek over my shoulder. Savor his hulking size and the ravenous look in his eyes—like a dragon in his prime, veins bulging beneath his tawny skin.
He aligns with my entrance, grips both cheeks, and spreads me like a book—gaze flicking up to strike me. “Yours,” he growls with coarse devotion.
My breath catches, lips falling open on a moan when he begins to push forward. Not fast like I’d expected him to take me in this position. Not a stern thrust that all but chokes me.
But so tauntingly slow I feel every cramming inch he feeds me, certain he’s much bigger than I remember.
Panting through ragged gulps of air, I accept his hard heft, looking over my shoulder as something inside me yields to the sluggish speed.
Charmed by the way he’s standing over me, watching me.
By that treasuring look in his eyes. Like he’s herded me into his dragon den to ruck me into a nest, then coil around me for eternity.
He puts his hand between my shoulder blades, pressing. My chest meets the soft moss before my hand is urged between my thighs.
Taking his cue, I rub slick circles around that sensitive bud of nerves, my muscles clamping down on every stony inch. Until it feels like there’s no room left. No space to feel or think about anything but him.
He shifts his grip, thumbs grazing my tender seam, drawing attention to my most vulnerable parts …
I tighten, trembling. Spread my fingers around his thick shaft while it slides into me at a slow, gluttonous pace.
Just when I think there can’t possibly be more for me to take, he pushes so deep the front of his muscled thighs align with the back of mine.
I gasp, breathless. Wet clay around his twitching cock.