Chapter 54 The Sealed Bond
THE SEALED BOND
“Only when soul and soul are bound does true power wake. Half a soul can bleed, but a whole soul can command the earth, the winds, and the stars themselves.”
—Mother of All, whispered into the roots of the first blue rose
Noel
“I’ve waited centuries for this. Tell me you feel it too,” Theron breathes.
Carefully, he sets me on the table in our home. We wanted to spend this night here—one last time—before we leave tomorrow.
“I feel it, Theron.” My heart races, and the weight of his eyes on me makes it harder to breathe. The need is overwhelming, literally unbearable. Heat spreads through me. Rubbing my thighs together doesn’t help, it only makes it worse. Is this how he felt the moment we first met?
It’s impossible to focus. The only thought in my mind is him. How big he is, how strong he is, how charming. I have to touch him. I reach for him with shaking hands, bury them in the fur of his mane, and I pull him to me.
Breathing long, uneven breaths, he leans in.
“Theron,” I whisper. I can’t wait another second. My hands fumble to remove the gown, and I pull it off as quickly as I can, my breath coming in short, desperate pants.
It’s all too much.
Paws trembling, Theron grips my shoulders, his claws pressing just enough to make my skin tingle. He leans down to my neck while my gown slides off the edge of the table, damp with my arousal. Goddesses.
His broad chest rises and falls, each breath frantic and heavy, before he slowly lowers himself to the floor.
“You’re on your knees,” I pant, barely able to keep my voice steady.
“I . . .” His chest heaves as thick, white precum drips from the tip of his pulsing cock. “ . . . am.” His snout brushes against my knee, his warm breaths ghosting over my skin. The heat makes me shiver.
His paws grip the edge of the table, and his claws dig into the wood. With a loud crack, the table splinters beneath his strength, shattering in a second.
Before I can gasp in surprise, his arms are around me, catching me. We freeze, staring into each other’s eyes, both wide in shock.
Is he even stronger now that I’ve awakened?
“I think I am.” His eyes drop to his fist as if testing the strength in his paw.
“Did I say that out loud?” I ask, leaning back slightly to look at him.
“No, you didn’t.”
Can you hear my thoughts?
“I feel the confusion,” he replies.
What?
“I can’t feel yours, though,” I say. “Shouldn’t things like that be mutual? Since . . . our souls . . .”
“I don’t know . . . Elder A?na never mentioned anything like this.” Theron’s voice is strained as he pulls me close. His pulse is wild, matching the frantic rhythm of mine.
My body moves on its own, instinct taking over. I climb onto him, my knees resting on his powerful thighs. Control is slipping through my fingers. I’m at my limit.
Theron’s snout brushes over my breasts, his cold, wet nose teasing my skin. His arms tighten around my lower back to hold me against him as my arousal slicks down my inner thighs and pools on his.
A small gasp escapes my lips as his fangs trace along my ribs, sending a shiver down my entire body.
Then, he sinks them in, piercing my skin. The sting draws a cry from me. “Why—”
Before I can finish, his tongue glides over the fresh wound, lapping up the blood as it trickles down my side. “Your blood is so sweet,” he murmurs against me.
I feel dizzy, whatever is happening to me pulls me under. With a grin and hooded eyes, I grab the styled fur on his head and pull him back. “Is it?”
He hums in agreement, and only now do I notice that the red marks on his chest don’t paint my skin. I should be a mess right now. Why does it even matter? I wonder with a chuckle.
“Your soul is light,” Theron says with a half smile before he returns to teasing my chest with his tongue.
Pleasure overtakes me, and I lean my head back, barely able to hold on to him.
His impossibly hard cock is trapped between his stomach and my muscles. I will finally know what it feels like to have him inside me.
I don’t know why, but I’m bold tonight. Is it because of my crystals? Is it because I feel so powerful I could break a table myself?
I meet his beautiful eyes, then slide my hands down to his chest and gently push him back. Without hesitation, Theron complies, leaning back on his elbows. His gaze is intense, hooded, and majestic.
He is just so unbelievably majestic.
My navel presses against his hard shaft when I lean forward.
The heat between us is overwhelming. Nuzzling his jaw, I plant small kisses along his snout, each one longer and softer than the last. The need to consume him, to have every part of him, pulses through me.
Theron nuzzles me back, and my head swims, as though I’ve downed an entire bottle of ale in one gulp.
We shift together, rolling to our sides on the wooden floor, tangled in each other.
I lie between the roses I grew, the soft petals caressing my skin as his arms wrap around me.
He nips at my neck and leaves a trail of tingling pleasure.
Along with my own dripping arousal, I feel his warm drops falling between my thighs.
Our most intimate parts are so close it makes my breath hitch.
Theron moves even closer, until his powerful body presses against mine as he takes my thigh in his giant paw, lifts it higher, and opens me farther to him.
With my leg resting on his waist, his shaved claws tease my entrance.
A whimper escapes me as he slides the tip of his finger inside, achingly slow.
It’s not the first time he’s done this, but I still feel exposed, vulnerable in a way that makes my pulse race.
Before my thoughts can spiral, Theron pushes deeper, and my back arches.
A gasp slips from my lips, my eyes squeezing shut.
“Eyes on me, my mate,” Theron murmurs, his voice deep and raspy.
I force my eyes open to meet his.
Goddesses, he’s so demanding.
“Your eyes should always be on me.” His tone is firm as his tongue traces slowly over my neck, leaving a trail of heat behind.
Having him in me and on me is a pleasure I welcome. He keeps as much contact as possible, as though he can’t stand a single part of me not being his. And it makes me happy—truly happy.
Goose bumps rise across my skin as his fingers curl inside me, and then he adds another, pushes deeper. My mind blanks from the sensation of being so full.
Theron growls low in his throat, his body radiating heat, and adds another finger. The stretch is too much, but the way he moves—pumping into me—sends waves of pleasure coursing through my body.
My toes curl, and I can’t stop the cries escaping me as Theron pants, his breath heavy and hot against my face. His muscles flex with every movement of his arm, and I don’t know where to look anymore.
“Noel,” he breathes as he withdraws his paw from me.
I hum in response, and my body clenches around the emptiness he leaves behind.
I expect him to lick his slick fingers like he always does, but instead, he moves them to his groin.
My eyes follow the motion, watching as he strokes himself down to his swollen knot and lets out a low hiss.
His nearly red cock glistens, now coated with my arousal, and goddesses, it’s so alluring.
Heat rushes to my face as I tear my gaze away, only to meet his.
His pupils are so blown, they nearly swallow his irises entirely.
“Can I . . .” he pants, his voice shaky.
I nod, breathless just as he is. This is so fascinating. So overwhelming.
I’m about to feel him. Inside.
He leans forward, his hips pressing closer to mine. “If you want me to stop, just say it.”
“Alright,” I whisper, quivering as I shift my hips toward him—just a little.
He growls low in his throat, his paw grips my thigh while the other wraps around my waist. The tip of his cock slides over my entrance, teasing and slick.
I can’t help but clench, the anticipation unbearable.
“Relax your muscles,” he breathes, and I can see the battle raging in his gaze as he fights for control.
My heart pounds in my chest, but I force myself to take a breath, willing my body to comply. Slowly, he pushes in.
Oh dear goddesses.
I clench again, this time around him, and his sharp hiss pierces the air. His fangs glint in the blue light of my crystals as he speaks through gritted teeth.
“Please,” he begs, rough and desperate.
My hands instinctively weave into his fur, holding on as he moves his hips, each thrust pressing him deeper.
His grip on me tightens, his claws just shy of digging into my skin, and the tension in my body feels like it’s about to snap.
The stretch burns, but it’s so impossibly good, I can’t stop the moans spilling from my lips.
He’s not even fully inside yet, but it feels like he’s about to split me in half.
“You’re in,” I manage to whisper between shaky breaths.
“I am,” he responds, his voice just as unsteady.
“It’s . . . ah,” I gasp, unable to form anything more coherent.
“It is,” he growls, before pushing farther into me. His pace quickens, and with every thrust, my moans grow more frantic.
My body has been completely taken over, trembling and weak, as the intense pleasure consumes me. My gaze blurs, my mind unable to focus on anything but the sensation of him filling me.
With another deep growl, he shifts us, thrusting into me as he moves. His arm slides beneath my head to cradle it gently as he rests his weight partially on top of me. The contrast of his strength and his tenderness sends another wave of warmth through me.
Suddenly, Theron pulls out, his entire body tense as a guttural growl rumbles through him. His muscles flex, and he leans heavily against me, his breath ragged.
The sudden emptiness makes me . . . sad? Like a part of me has been taken out. What just happened?
Theron pants against my neck, his arms wrapped tightly around me as if grounding himself as he whispers, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
Sorry? “Why?” I ask, turning my face toward him, searching his gaze.
“I . . .” He exhales sharply, his breath still uneven. “I found release too fast.”
Before I can process his words, he stands, lifting me in his arms with my legs straddling him.
It’s only then that I feel it—the warmth pooling between my thighs, the slick mess dripping onto the floor from my arse.
Theron nuzzles me as he walks, holding me close.
With every step, his fur brushes against my clit and sends small sparks of pleasure through me.
I’m dazed, needy, and completely lost in him.
I don’t mind that he found release too soon.