Chapter 39 Prince Sloth #2
I circled her clit with my tongue, then sucked it as I slid two fingers into her, slow at first, then deeper, curling them just right.
Her whole body arched off the makeshift mattress, crying out as I pinned her down again, driving my tongue through her slick folds.
“That’s it,” I growled. “Let me feel how close you are.”
She bucked against my hand, and gods, the slick heat around my fingers was nearly enough to end me. Her inner walls fluttered, tightening, clenching.
I licked harder, fingers pumping, coaxing her higher and higher.
“I’ve got you,” I whispered against her. “You’re mine, Lore. Say it.”
“Yours,” she gasped, half mad with it. “I’m yours… please—”
I kept stroking her clit and thrusting my fingers, loving her taste and sounds. I could devour her all night and never be sated.
Her moans turned raw and desperate.
Her body arched, thighs trembling around my head, back bowing off the ground as she clenched around my fingers and sobbed my name.
Her climax hit like a storm.
I didn’t stop.
I licked up every drop of her release, and I knew there would be no going back. Not for either of us. Not when the taste of her was still on my tongue.
Not when I’d barely begun to show her what it meant to be mine.
Only when she collapsed into the silk, boneless and glowing, did I rise—mouth glistening, chest heaving, cock so hard I could barely think.
I dragged my palm down her bare stomach, watching her tremble with raw need, her eyes glazed with pleasure.
“I want to own every part of you.” I cupped her breast, squeezing a little. “Body. Mind. Soul.”
The bond roared through my veins now, alive and electric, aching to complete itself. I hovered over her, every part of me coiled tight with need.
“Finish it.” She tugged at my pants. “Take these off and fuck your mate.”
I shucked my pants off, then rose over her, muscles taut, breath already ragged. My cock throbbed against her thigh, hard and aching, already leaking for her.
I needed to be inside her.
I caught her gaze as I settled between her thighs, dragging the head of my cock slowly through her slick heat.
She bit down on her lower lip, her expression filled with the same desire I was sure was written all over my face.
“Last chance to deny the bond. Once I’m inside you, there’s no undoing it. You’ll be mine. Forever.”
She reached up, cupped my face in both hands, then kissed me sweetly. “Don’t be obtuse. I already am yours. Like you’re so clearly mine, Blondie.”
That was it.
I drove myself forward, slow and deep, burying myself inside her inch by inch, her tight heat stretching around me, welcoming me like she’d been waiting for this moment for as long as I had.
She inhaled sharply, her nails scraping down my back as I filled her completely.
“Fuck,” I groaned, jaw clenched, fighting the primal urge to thrust harder. “You feel… you feel like magic.”
We stayed there, still for a heartbeat, joined, locked, the bond humming like a current between our chests.
And then she opened her eyes.
Our gazes collided. Everything in me stilled.
The final click of the bond locked into place, not a shackle but a vow.
A promise. It went deeper than blood or bone; it was infinite. Unbreakable. A claim carved across soul and skin.
I felt like lightning was lashing behind my ribs. Magic flooded through me, through her, a golden chain threading from my heart into hers and back again.
Her eyes widened.
“I feel you,” she whispered, breathless. “My mate.”
The bond hummed at that. My mate.
“I’m yours.” I kissed her slowly, thoroughly, until she began shifting her hips against mine, seeking more friction. “In this life and any other.”
I pulled out almost entirely and drove back into her with a groan that tore from deep inside my chest. I’d never experienced the kind of pleasure I was feeling now, being buried deep inside my mate.
Her answering moan reached the starlit canopy above us.
I set a rhythm then, deep, deliberate, designed to ruin her for anyone but me. My name left her lips like a prayer, over and over, her nails dragging down my back as I pounded into her, claiming her in every way I knew how.
Her body rose to meet mine, hips bucking, sweat-slick and desperate, as if the bond had set fire to her blood.
And then, with our bond blazing, I suddenly had a clear vision of what my mate craved. The dark romances she loved to devour.
If she wanted me to play that role, I would. I would become the darkest, filthiest bastard of her dreams.
My hands gripped her thighs, spreading her wider, lifting her hips to angle deeper, driving her onto my cock.
“Say it.” I bit down on the lobe of her ear. “Say who you belong to.”
She cried out, her voice raw, wrecked. And perfect.
“You. My mate.”
I drove into her so deep she clawed at my back.
“Cassiel,” I corrected.
Lore stared at me, her fingers digging into my arms.
“You were right. Back in the cave. Cassiel is my true name.” I slid one hand up her throat, tilting her chin so I could watch her expression. “Now tell me who you belong to.”
I slid out, then thrust back in to the hilt.
“You, Cassiel. I’m yours.”
She was unraveling beneath me, her darkest fantasies coming to life.
“Good girl. No one else touches you. No one else fucks you like this. Like your mate.”
“Oh, my gods.” Lore’s hips jerked up to meet each brutal snap of my thrusts. “Don’t stop.”
“Louder.” I thrust harder, pounding into her slick heat. “I want the old gods to know whose name you scream. Who makes your pussy drip.”
She shattered again beneath me, back arching, walls fluttering around me, her mouth falling open in a soundless cry.
The pressure built in me, unbearable and brutal, but I held on.
I wanted her to feel this.
Every thrust.
Every oath.
Every promise I’d ever failed to say out loud. I’d given her the dark romance, but only because she wished for it. She was precious to me.
I leaned down, pressed my forehead to hers as I thrust once, twice more—then came with a growl that was more beast than man, my body shaking with the force of it, shouting her name like a surrender of war.
I collapsed over her, still hard, our bodies slick and tangled, the air around us thick with the scent of sex and magic. And love.
Neither of us moved.
The bond thrummed through us like a second heartbeat, golden threads of power stitching us tighter together with every breath.
“That was… incredible.” Her fingers drifted up my spine, slow and languid now, no longer desperate, just present. Claiming.
I buried my face in the curve of her neck, breathing her in.
She smelled like home.
“I feel like I’ve been struck by lightning,” she said, her voice hoarse from shouting.
“So do I.” My lips brushed her throat. “My mate fucks like a deviant. I am completely ruined for life.”
A soft, disbelieving laugh escaped her, and I smiled against her skin.
When I finally lifted my head, her eyes were already on me.
Still burning with desire and tenderness.
She reached up and cupped my cheek.
“I never thought it could feel like this. So… right.”
“Neither did I,” I said honestly. “But if I knew love would feel like you, I would have searched for you a long time ago.”
She flashed me an impish grin.
“My sweet sociopath. I had no idea you were such a secret romantic.”
I nipped at her playfully. “Don’t get used to it, Peaches.”
She thrust her hips up, stealing my breath.
I was ready to go again.
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” she taunted.
And I was completely fucking lost to her, my mate, my goddess, my best friend. She could throw all her wildest romance dreams and tropes at me, and I’d gladly chase her through them, especially if it ended with us like this.