Chapter Forty-Six
Skylar Cathal
My eyes snapped open, only to close once more as Daxton’s lips came crashing into mine.
In a heartbeat, he wrapped me in his arms, his kiss consuming me with a ferocity that could shatter the world and everything within it.
I moaned with pleasure as his tongue swept inside my mouth, swallowing my cry of passion, erasing every ounce of fear.
I wrapped my arms around his neck as he shifted to sit upright, drawing me onto his lap, our bodies pressing even closer.
Gods above, it was hard to fathom that he was real. That this was not just a dream.
Moving my body flush against his, I sank into the seductive friction. Not daring to break away from his kiss.
Ice began trickling across my skin, sending sensual pulses of pleasure through my core, reminding me of the layers of clothing that divided us.
I moved my hands to grasp the bottom of my shirt and eagerly discarded it onto the floor.
Our lips parted for a fraction of a second, and somehow, even that felt too long to be apart.
Daxton’s mouth immediately returned to mine, catching my breath in the way only he could manage.
His hands frantically reached for the bindings at my chest.
“Skylar,” he rasped, barely breaking our kiss. “I knew you’d find your way back to me.”
“Always.” I threaded my fingers into his hair, tugging on the back of his head to devour his mouth once more.
Daxton happily followed my lead as he trailed a line of kisses from my mouth, along my ear, and down my neck.
Until, finally, he cupped my breast in his rough, calloused hand, tearing away my bindings.
Running his tongue across the hardened bud, he began teasing me with the promise of his sweet mouth soon to come.
My chest heaved as the built-up anticipation only made my need for him skyrocket to the surface. I pumped a wave of my magic to mix with his. Our powers intertwined and danced to a song only we could hear. The antagonizing pulsing between my thighs increased, driving me wild with need.
“This,” Daxton rasped, his mouth devouring my nipple. “Is mine. You belong to me, Spitfire.”
I tilted my head back, clutching onto him to keep from falling over as blissful pleasure rolled through me.
He migrated toward my other breast, sucking before nipping at my pinked flesh with his teeth.
His arms snaked around my middle, holding me tight as I rolled my hips across his hardened length, placing him exactly where I needed, nestled between my thighs.
“And you,” I rasped, clenching my legs around his middle, “are mine.”
Looking up, his eyes darkened with a burning hunger that mirrored my own. He slowly released my pebbled peak from his delicious mouth, and our breaths became rapid.
“Daxton,” I growled, expelling a pulse of my power as my hand fastened tightly around my mate’s throat.
I pushed him flat on the bed, my grip on him tightening as my power continued to flare around me.
“Listen carefully, my mate.” I stared him down, magic woven in my words. “If you ever put yourself in that kind of danger again…” My thumb followed the line of his chin, forcing him to only look at me. “I can’t lose you,” I rasped. “Silver Meadows can’t lose you. Valdor can’t lose you, Daxton.”
He met my stare, his chest steadily rising and falling, his pulse thundering beneath my hold on his throat.
“Daxton,” I roared, my rage bubbling to the surface. “Promise me you won’t put yourself in that kind of danger again without telling me.”
He narrowed his eyes and gave me one firm nod in understanding.
“Good,” I said as I released my hold. I bent forward, my lips brushing against his ear as my hardened nipples danced over his chest. “Now, fuck me.”
“Yes, Alpha,” Daxton growled in pleasure as he grabbed my hips and flipped me onto my back.
Without a stitch of clothing on him, Daxton towered over me, his eyes taking in every curve and inch of my body, making me feel like a masterpiece. “Any other commands you wish to give me before I take what is mine?”
Words escaped me as I eagerly reached for the tie on my leathers. The desire smoldering in his stare caused my breath to hitch.
“No,” Daxton said, grasping my wrists, “allow me.” His fingers laced into the waistline of my pants and undergarments, pulling them down to my boots as he stripped me bare. “Fancy blade,” he added, carefully placing the alpha’s dagger on the ground.
“Later,” I whispered.
He nodded in response. On his knees, my mate relaxed backward onto his heels, his hard cock shooting upward as it pulsed between his thick thighs. His eyes slowly traced over me from head to toe as he began stroking himself.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. Much better than my dreams.”
“Are you trying to tease me?” I said, my eyes lowering to his cock.
“Possibly,” he said. “Or savoring the moment with you spread before me, dripping wet at the sight of me towering over you.”
“Dax, please,” I begged. “I need you.”
“Show me.” His hooded eyes darkened with a seductive glee.
I moved my hand between my thighs as I began touching myself, showing Daxton exactly where I wanted him, where I needed him most.
My mate stilled.
Every muscle in his body tensed as his eyes locked onto the movement of my fingers migrating across my clit.
“You want my cock or my tongue first, my queen?”
“Your tongue first. Then your cock,” I answered without hesitation.
“I love a female who knows exactly what she wants,” Daxton rasped as he migrated his lips down my trembling body, guiding my thighs open so he could settle between them.
“This,” he said in a deep, gravelly voice that made my heart race, “is also mine.”
His tongue swirled in mind-blowing circles across my clit, followed by his mouth greedily coveting my apex as he began to devour me.
“I’m starving,” he said between breaths, “and your pussy is the only thing that will satisfy my hunger, Spitfire.”
“Oh Gods!” I moaned loudly, arching my back.
Reaching down, I threaded my fingers into Daxton’s hair, rolling my hips and putting his talented mouth to use, no longer embarrassed to take every second of pleasure he was eager to give me.
“Don’t hold back,” Daxton purred.
“Then… don’t— Don’t stop,” I rasped as my mate’s deep chuckle vibrated along my thighs and across my clit.
His fingers graciously joined his mouth, and I almost blacked out from the euphoric rush of pleasure spiraling through my core. The additional touch sent me over the edge, my inner walls clenching as my back arched and I reached my climax.
“Daxton,” I cried out, my body quivering.
Daxton rose up, brushing his fingers across his lips, savoring the taste of my release. “You’re even sweeter than I remember.”
“Better than a dream?” I teased.
“No comparison,” he said, moving over me once more. “I know this is real.”
“We’re not done yet.”
“Far from it,” he said in a low growl as he kissed me.