Chapter Fifty-Nine
Skylar Cathal
Sleep didn’t come for me.
I needed to savor each moment with him in my arms. I wanted to remember everything with Daxton. Every second, every minute, every breath and kiss shared in his presence. He was a treasured gift, the person I cherished most in this world.
Daxton stirred and looked down at me through a haze of exhaustion. “Why are you not asleep?”
“Why aren’t you?” I asked in return, arching a brow. “Daxton,” I said in a low tone, pushing up to straddle his waist.
“Skylar?” he answered, lifting his hands behind his head and smiling at me with an all-too-knowing smirk. “If we both can’t sleep, then—”
In one swift movement, I leaned forward and silenced his words with an all-consuming kiss.
The taste of his lips against mine dragged me into a well of desire that I didn’t want to ever break away from.
He reached up to thread his fingers through my hair.
Our breaths became rapid with each thundering pulse of our racing hearts.
The threads of our bond shone so bright that I could have sworn it was sealed—that our love was enough.
“Dax,” I moaned into his mouth as he ground his length between my thighs. “Daxton!” I roared this time, forcefully pushing on his chest and pinning him flat on the bed. Desire and a rush of power from my animal flooded me, driving my arousal wild and pushing me for control. “Remove our clothes.”
I watched as the curve on my mate’s sinister grin stretched across his lips. His eyes narrowed as his canines gleamed against his dark beard. With a wave of his hand, nothing separated us.
“Good,” I growled.
Rising, I grasped the base of his shaft with my free hand and guided it to where I needed him most. In one swift movement, I sat down, his girth stretching and filling me in all the right ways.
“Fuck,” he moaned, his eyes rolling back.
I squeezed my legs around his waist, keeping him exactly where I wanted. “I’m going to have my fill of you tonight, Daxton, and then some.”
Bucking my hips, I rode my mate hard, reveling in the intoxicating friction between our thriving bodies.
Taking every solid inch of him, I rode the waves of pleasure erupting from my core.
Daxton’s hands gripped my hips, fingers leaving crescent marks on my skin as he matched my pace.
Our bodies moved as one in an entanglement of lust and need.
I leaned forward, and my mate consumed my mouth with his, sucking on my bottom lip. Ice trickled along my nipples, causing me to release a sharp gasp as his tongue slid inside my mouth.
And Gods above, his tongue.
Our kisses grew hot and heavy as Daxton thrust his hips upward, slamming himself to the hilt. He held me in place as he slammed into me again, and again, and again, fucking me within an inch of sanity, teetering on the edge of blissful release.
“Turn around,” Daxton rasped. “Sit on my lap with your legs spread and your back to me.”
I obliged his request, eager to follow his lead.
“Place your hands here,” Daxton said, guiding them into position on the bed, his teeth scraping against the base of my neck as he leaned forward.
My entire body trembled in response to his touch, feeling his cock pulse against my backside. The tip sliding between the seam of my ass.
“Good,” he purred. “Now, spread those stunning legs let me fuck you from behind.” Daxton’s fingers reached around to press on my clit. “I’m going to make you come so hard you forget your gods-damned name.”
My chest heaved as a thrumming pulsed between my thighs.
“You’re unbelievably stunning spread out for me like this—so eager to be fucked by your mate,” he growled in a deep guttural voice.
I tilted my head back as he continued to stroke my clit, using my arousal to slide his delicious cock across my center, teasing me until I was trembling—until I was whimpering for him.
“Dax—”
“Manners… Spitfire.”
“Please, Daxton.”
“Good girl,” he growled. “Now, tilt your hips.”
I obeyed, and Daxton rewarded me by pressing the tip of his cock inside me before burying himself to hilt with one firm thrust. With a loud moan my head fell back, my entire body quivering with pleasure.
“Now, ride me, Spitfire.”
Straddling him in reverse, I moved against him, my hips swirling in rhythm with his thrusts, feeling Daxton fill every inch of me.
He released a sensual groan as I rolled my hips, riding his cock and taking exactly what I needed. Without warning, he sat up and leaned forward to grasp my breast, his other thumb continuing to circle my clit.
“I can’t wait to mark you here with my bite,” Dax growled as his teeth nipped at the base of my neck.
“Along with my own on you,” I rasped, leaning back to find his lips.
I eased myself down his length until he was once again fully seated inside me, loving the feeling of him stretching and filling every part of me in this position. Daxton’s moan echoed against the walls as he rolled my nipple between his knuckles, ice kissing the base of my neck.
“Dax!” I moaned, finding my release.
“Skylar!” Daxton roared as his hips bucked one final time.
Rolling to our sides, I reveled in the bond I had with my mate. Turning my head, I kissed him, savoring the feel of his lips that I knew I would never have enough of.
“Keep kissing me like this, Spitfire,” Daxton said with a dark chuckle, “and we’ll never find rest tonight.”
“Who needs sleep?” I answered with a humorless laugh, allowing the quiet night to seep into the space around us. “Daxton…”
I could feel him tense against me, sensing the unease through our bond. “Skylar?”
No. Not now, not yet. I can’t—
I shuddered as I took in a long breath, clutching onto my mate with every ounce of strength I had in me.
“Turn toward me,” Daxton said.
Curling into his chest, I buried my face in the nook of his neck. I inhaled deeply, the fresh aroma of pine and mountain air helped settle my rush of anxiety.
“Skylar?” Daxton asked, his beard brushing my brow as he kissed my forehead. “Are you frightened?”
“No,” I answered quickly.
“I can tell when you’re lying.”
“I’m not afraid for myself,” I dared to admit aloud.
“Who are you afraid for?”
I swallowed heavily, the truth dangling at the tip of my tongue.
“Who?” he asked again.
“My pack.” He needed to know. “I asked Fjorda to sail to Solace once the veil is gone. I’m afraid the humans will launch an all-out attack against shifters, and many of my people will die. We are strong, but the number of soldiers in Taran’s army is—”
“I promise we will help protect your pack, Skylar.”
“You will?”
Daxton gave me a firm nod. “I swear on the Mother and Father above that Silver Meadows will aid your pack in any way we can. I swear to protect them, just as I would you.”
I unfolded my arm to cup Daxton’s cheek, giving him a soft smile and a loving kiss. “Thank you. It puts me at ease knowing we’ll have your support.”
“Anything for you, Skylar,” Daxton said, looking deep into my eyes and searching for the words I was not saying. Gods above, he somehow knew there was more lingering below the surface. “Anything else on your mind?”
“There’s always something,” I answered, earning a half-smirk from him in reply, exposing the dimple on his right cheek. “But nothing I wish to talk about tonight.” I leaned in and kissed him.
All my fears momentarily disappeared as his tongue danced inside my mouth. His hands caressed my curves in a possessive hold as a moan escaped his lips. The head of his cock brushed against my lower stomach, already hardening.
“I need you, Daxton,” I said, my voice quivering.
I needed him to whisk me away and make me forget, stealing a moment dedicated to only us.
“Please.”
“As you command, my alpha queen.”