Chapter 47 #2
In that holy moment, nothing else mattered. Only Vaeron. Only me.
My head tipped back, giving him my neck. His teeth were there, over my pulse, a heartbeat later. He moved inside me, hips retreating and then slamming into mine.
Stars danced in my vision.
Again and again, he fucked into me, and I could do nothing other than hold on.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he rasped against the shell of my ear.
Sweat dripped from him onto me.
I couldn’t speak for how thoroughly he was stretching me. But with how slick I was for him, it was a delicious type of pain that only served to heighten my pleasure.
More incandescence circled us, encasing us like we were the only two beings in all the worlds. Like he was fortifying us against something coming to shatter our bond.
On instinct, I opened my magic well, adding to the impenetrable barrier. We moaned together as our power intertwined, much like we were.
Braced on one arm, Vaeron slipped a hand between us and thumbed my sensitive nub. I gasped and lifted against his restraints as he pinched. A low laugh brushed against my collarbone. “I plan on spending the rest of my life learning all the ways I can pull that sound from your pretty throat.”
My center pulsed at his words, tightening around his cock.
“Fuck, I’m not going to last if you do that again.”
Primal delight purred inside me. This power over him was a heady, intoxicating thing. So the next time he pressed firmly against my clit, my core gripped his length in greedy response.
“Goddess above,” Vaeron swore, his hips stilling.
A noise of protest slipped out of me before I could stop it. “No, keep going.”
“Sylaira.” My name on his lips was a desperate plea battling with a dangerous warning. “I am trying to be gentle.”
High on the way I could unravel my mate without so much as moving, I grew recklessly bold. “Don’t.”
He jerked back, ice-blue irises wild and nearly swallowed by pitch. “You do not know what you’re saying.”
I smiled—a daring, saccharine expression that made Vaeron’s nostrils flare. “You have no idea the pain I endured to become first class in Vaela?. I think I can handle whatever you plan to give me.”
White disappeared from my limbs. His cock exited me, leaving me bereft. For a moment, I thought he’d reject my assertion.
But the barest twitch of his muscles revealed his surrender.
His strong arms snatched me off the bed, and before I realized what was happening, he’d flipped me. From the ethereal beauty surrounding us, he pulled more power, protecting my bad knee as he placed me on all fours.
In the span of a breath, he’d speared into me again, tearing a cry from my lips. “Fuck!”
Fingers digging into my flesh, he pounded into me from behind like he was trying to rewrite our entire story.
Our slapping skin punctuated the break in groans and moans as my mate offered blistering, blinding pleasure.
Bracing myself on one arm, I reached for my slick heat between my thighs to bring myself to orgasm.
But magic coiled around my wrist and yanked it forward once again.
Then, Vaeron’s hand was in my hair, twisting my head to the side so I was looking over my shoulder.
I could barely see him at the angle, and yet the furor in his expression was unmistakable.
“You touch yourself when I say so, little fugitive. You want more pleasure? Fucking ask for it.”
Wetness dripped from me at the command in his tone. From the domination he delivered.
I hated it. I loved it.
“I want more,” I begged. All semblance of caring had vanished with how tightly I was twisted. With how pleasure lashed me like a violent downpour. All I wanted was to come.
Light trailed over my bouncing breasts, tweaking my nipples. More crept toward my core, swirling over my clit and pressing. “Goddess,” I swore, eyes rolling back.
He is so, so good with his magic.
I’d never been handled like this before; I never wanted to be pleasured any other way again.
“Was that so hard?” he crooned, his pace quickening. Still, he did not unthread his fingers from my hair.
And with the sharp sting in my scalp, the tide of ecstasy rose.
“No,” I panted, arching my back and taking him even deeper inside me.
An anguished groan rumbled against his ribs.
The tip of him rubbed over that delicious part of me, and my breath shuddered. “That’s it. Right there. Don’t stop.”
“Eyes on me, little fugitive. I want to see what you look like the first time I make you come around my cock.”
I blinked, head tilting all the way back and finding his body curving over mine. Our gazes met like a strike of lightning. He paused on that spongy spot, fucking it while I gushed over his thighs. White tightened over my nipples and clit, biting pain into bliss.
“Vaeron, I–”
But the words never came.
My orgasm blitzed me, stripping away all thought, all reason, everything other than the sensation of being shattered like a mirror flung from the heavens. Pulse after pulse clenched Vaeron’s cock, hardening impossibly further inside me.
The movement of his hips grew erratic as he chased his own release. “Sylaira, Sylaira, Sylaira,” he crooned, my name a sinful prayer. Then, he yanked out of me, hot cum spraying over my backside.
Breath returned to me in tiny sips. Vaeron scooped me into his arms, gingerly settling us against the headboard, seemingly not caring that we were covered in sweat and our releases.
His lips pressed to the crook of my shoulder, the base of my ear, the top of my head. Corded muscle held me flush against him, and yet I found myself wanting to stay there, even without him restraining me.
Heaving breaths pressed against my backside as he recovered from the effort of claiming me.
And our bond slid into a peaceful sleep, our divine union finally sealed.
Vaeron’s hardness pressed into my backside. Releasing one arm, he let it drop so his fingers found my slickness. Some of the sensitivity had ebbed, so when he parted my folds and slipped a finger inside, I whimpered.
He pumped it in and out, a second joining the first a moment later. Winding me up again. I pressed back into him, wiggling my ass against his hardness.
Hooking his hand deeper, the heel of his palm ground against my pubic bone. Shamelessly, I rode him, chasing more ecstasy. One orgasm wasn’t enough for me; it appeared he shared my sentiment.
“That’s it, mate,” he ground into my ear. His tongue flicked out and traced the shell of it before he sucked the lobe between his teeth.
Those two skillful fingers curled, finding the spot I loved. Another wanton sound caught in my throat. His other hand snatched it, gripping me just enough to cut off my air.
“You said you want it harder? You like it rough, don’t you, little fugitive?” he taunted, teeth grazing along my shoulder. They sank into the flesh, tearing a cry from my lips.
He silenced me further with the tightening of his hand.
The glow around us blinded me as my vision tunneled in on the brightness. And still, I did not cease moving against his hand. Arousal gushed out of me, drenching the bed and Vaeron.
But he only seemed to want to coax out more.
“The Goddess made us mates for a reason. Pain and pleasure. Hate and love. You are mine, Sylaira. Always have been. Always will be. I will hunt you to the ends of this earth. Into all the worlds, if I must.”
My thighs were slick. The sound from between them was downright sinful. And yet, he did not hesitate. Did not stop for a single moment.
Nor did I want him to. I only wanted this surrender to continue.
“You’re going to come for me again, aren’t you?”
I nodded the barest amount, his grip on my throat disallowing words.
“Good girl. Soak my fingers so I can lick them clean and savor the taste of you,” he crooned, velvet scraping against steel.
Ecstasy engulfed me, a strangled cry fighting its way out of my throat. My spine rolled, leaving my head on his strong chest. He loosened his hold, air flooding my lungs once again.
The rush of it all drew out my orgasm. Only when I whimpered and retreated from the sensitivity did Vaeron cease fucking me with his fingers. He eased them out, and I loathed the emptiness he left behind.
He lifted his hand, turning it over beneath the radiant magic cocooning us. Glistening and glittering, Vaeron sucked them, one by one, into his mouth.
“The taste of you is holy,” he murmured darkly, licking along his palm to ensure he consumed every drop of my release. “There is no sin I would not commit to have you like this.”
“I know.” The words should have frightened me, but in the haze of post-orgasm bliss, they didn’t.
Exhaustion tugged at my limbs, and my eyes fluttered closed as I relaxed into his embrace.
I jolted when he lifted me in his strong arms, cradled me against his chest, and brought me into his bathing chamber. Sliding down his body, I stood in front of him. Yet he didn’t release me, like if he surrendered the band of muscle around my torso, I’d bolt and never see him again.
My heart twisted at the thought.
He turned the taps over a washbasin. Water flowed forth, and he dipped a white cloth beneath the surface. Gently, he cleaned me, first between my thighs, then my backside, where his cum had dried.
His cock was still hard and dripping, almost defeating the purpose of wiping it clean too.
Lifting a brow, I stared pointedly at it.
“Another time,” he murmured, but the look he offered me gleamed with wicked promise. He fetched a glass and stuck it under the tap. He held it out for me to drink.
Thirst parched my throat. I accepted it and consumed the entire thing.
“Are you hungry?” he asked, taking the cup back.
“No,” I replied. Honestly, after two powerful orgasms, after the events of the night, all I wanted to do was sleep.
Ugh, the trek back to the Seer’s feather is going to be a long one.
“You will not be sleeping there any longer,” Vaeron stated.
I blinked up at him, realizing I must have projected my thoughts. “Why?”
“Because now that I’ve claimed you, I can’t let you sleep anywhere else. I never should have,” he murmured, capturing my waist and bringing me flush against his still naked body. “I will atone for my sins against you, mate. Now, come to bed. I need to hold you.”
A part of me was thrilled at the prospect; another was terrified of the cage.
But if I was without him for long, what would happen to me? And if he didn’t throw the trial by light…
I forced the fear out of my head as he wrapped me under his arm. When I took in the mess we’d made, a laugh burst out of me. “Do you have anything else we can sleep on?”
He followed my gaze, a smile curving his lips. “Hold on.”
Magic flowed out of him, quickly stripping the bed while he went to a cabinet and produced fresh sheets. More of his light worked to fix them over the mattress.
“Do you always use your primary power like this?” I asked him, head cocking to the side. On the road, he hadn’t used his magic except in dire circumstances.
“I do while at Thalvireth because I need to ensure it is flexible and ready at a moment’s notice. Otherwise, I would get lazy and therefore weak,” he explained, resettling the pillows by his own hand.
Fair enough.
He patted the center, and I crawled onto it, joining him beneath the covers. When he turned onto his side, I did the same. Our bodies slotted together, each hard plane of his frame perfectly enveloping my lithe one.
Here I was safe. Beyond these walls? Goddess only knew what type of war awaited us.
The world knowing we were mates hadn’t solved anything; instead, it was only the beginning of something new. Something unknown. Something terrifying.
A warm arm draped across my stomach, tugging me closer. His nose found my neck and inhaled deeply. “Ghostflower,” he whispered, almost to himself. “So very you.”
I yawned, unable to help myself, as the sleep continued to chase me down. With the comfort of his bed, the fan circling a few feet away, cooling the space, and our connection’s continued silence, a restful night was within reach for the first time in weeks.
My eyes closed, too heavy to remain open.
“Everything I do is for you. I hope you can remember that,” he mumbled against my hair.
The words barely registered as weariness claimed me, causing me to drift, drift, drift…
But they settled somewhere deep, like seeds buried in dark soil, waiting to bloom.