Chapter Forty-Two
––––––––
NERVOUS FLUTTERS SWIRLED around inside Oaklie’s stomach as Arkas slid the makeshift door shut. She felt power flow from him, then she suddenly couldn’t hear the others. “What did you just do?” she asked.
“I muted the bedroom,” he explained. “No one can hear us now. I’m already stronger just being near my squad.”
She looked around and studied the room. A large bed stood directly across from the door.
A boarded-up window was behind it, with another one to the right.
She’d chosen the corner bedroom that faced the front of the stone base.
An unlit fireplace was on the left wall.
There was nowhere else to sit, so she crossed to the bed and sat down.
“What do you think about the bond Amaros mentioned?” she asked.
Arkas sat down, leaving a small gap between them. They turned to face each other. “We both sensed each other as soon as I landed in your town,” he reminded her. “We were drawn to each other right from the start. We even sculpted each other.”
“That’s because Fate wants us to become bonded,” she said. “What do you want, Arkas?”
“I want you,” he replied, taking her hand. “I knew you were mine even before I saw you. Seeing you in the flesh just cemented my feelings. Fate might want us to be together, but she can’t make us feel emotions that don’t exist.”
Oaklie looked down at their now entwined fingers. “You arrived a week ago, but we only officially met four days ago,” she said. “It’s way too soon to make a lifelong commitment to each other.”
His heart lurched with fear that she was rejecting him. “Are you saying you don’t want to bond with me, female?” he asked.
Oak looked up at him when she heard his devastated tone.
Remembering her terror and horror when he’d died, she shook her head.
“I almost lost you and then Qi and Tor brought you back. I don’t ever want to feel loss like that again.
Amaros said we’ll both be stronger once we become linked.
We’ll heal faster and we’ll be harder to kill. There are a lot of pros.”
“What about the cons?” her warrior asked, still unsure of her decision. “What are the downsides of becoming bonded to me for potential eternity?”
Oaklie gazed at his handsome face, pale blond hair and pale blue eyes. He was noble, he had a pure soul and he was hers if she was brave enough to accept what he was offering. “There are no downsides,” she said. “You’re perfect for me in every way.”
“What’s the problem, then?” he asked, reaching out to tug lightly on a long lock of now dry and shiny black hair.
“I’m thinking of the downsides of you being bonded to me,” she admitted.
Arkas grinned in relief. “There are no downsides, female,” he said. “Fate chose wisely when she paired us together. You’re my ideal woman and my perfect match. There’s never going to be anyone else for me now that I’ve met you. My heart, body and soul belong to you.”
Oaklie took a deep breath, then let it out. “We should have asked what we need to do to become bonded,” she said, nerves increasing even more.
“We’ll figure it out,” her knight said confidently. “We just need to obey our instincts.” Wrapping her long hair around his hand, he leaned in to kiss her.
Passion instantly ignited between them. Oaklie shifted to straddle her warrior’s lap.
He was already rock hard. She ground against him and he groaned into her mouth.
Releasing her hair, his hands went to the hem of her sweater.
She lifted her arms above her head and he stripped her sweater and t-shirt off.
Her bra went next, then his hands were cupping her generous breasts.
“You’re so perfect,” Arkas said in a raspy voice, then his lips latched onto her nipple.
Tingling inside, Oaklie held onto the knight’s broad shoulders as he lavished attention on her breasts. “I need to see you naked,” she demanded.
“You already have,” he reminded her, hiking his thumb at the statue that was watching them from the corner of the room.
Oak laughed, then pushed him back so she could pull his sweater and t-shirt off.
“I love your body almost as much as I love your face,” she said, gazing at him in awe.
Arkas sucked in a breath when she pressed her lips against his tattoo.
Nipping his skin lightly, she flicked his nipples with her fingernails. “Take the rest off,” she ordered.
Arkas wasted no time in shifting his cambion onto the mattress. He stood up and yanked his pants off. He tossed them at the statue and they landed on its face. “Now we have some privacy,” he joked.
Oaklie’s attention was riveted to his straining shaft. It was even bigger than she’d carved, since the wooden version of him wasn’t aroused. “I’ve never been with anyone as big as you before,” she said.
Glancing down at his erection, Arkas sensed she was nervous again. “We’ll take it slow,” he soothed her. The room was gloomy, but they could both make each other out clearly.
The warrior drew his female to her feet, then reverently tugged her pants and underwear off. Kneeling before her, he gazed up at her perfect figure. “I could stay on my knees and worship you forever,” he said in wonder.
“Can you worship me here first?” she asked, brushing her fingers against her throbbing nub and jolting at the contact.
Arkas grinned, then put his hands around her to cup her butt.
Flicking her with his tongue, he was rewarded with a moan.
Feasting on his female, her legs began to shake and her breathing became ragged.
He moved her backwards until her legs pressed against the mattress, then he rose to his feet and lifted her up.
Oaklie had been on the edge of an epic orgasm when Arkas suddenly lifted her into the air.
She fell backwards and landed on the mattress.
He was leaning over her and kissing her before she could protest. Far larger and heavier than she was, he propped himself on one hand with his feet still on the floor.
She widened her legs when she felt him probing her depths with his shaft.
“I’ll try to ease into you,” Ark said, using one hand to guide himself into his small female. She was tight and hissed in a sharp breath. With more patience than he’d known he was capable of, he eased his girth into her until she couldn’t take any more.
Oaklie tried to relax, but the knight was almost too much for her to handle.
Arkas was suspended above her, gazing down at her in concern.
She looked down the length of her body and sheer lust hit her like a bolt of lightning to see his shaft half inside her.
She ran her hands down his sculpted chest to his washboard abdominals.
Ark groaned in painful pleasure, unwilling to move and accidentally hurt her.
Wriggling down a bit, Oaklie managed to take more of her warrior inside herself. One leg at a time, she hooked her heels behind his thick thighs until her knees were as wide as they could go.
It was Arkas’ turn to gaze at their joined bodies.
He hardened even more at the sight of his petite cambion positioning herself to take what he had to give her.
Easing forward, he drew back a bit to test her tolerance.
Oaklie took hold of his wrists that were on either side of her head to anchor herself some more. “I’m ready,” she said breathlessly.
Feeling her heels digging into his thighs, Ark began to thrust gently.
His fear of hurting her soon evaporated.
Oaklie’s dark eyes were glazed with desire.
Sweat beaded on her beautiful breasts. He paused to lick it off and she squeezed his wrists.
“Don’t stop,” she commanded. “I want you to make me come.”
“That’s an order I’m definitely happy to follow,” he said, then kissed her.
Oaklie’s painful pleasure changed to just pleasure once she stretched enough to take him in deeper. He gingerly lowered his body until their chests were touching and picked up his pace.
Her peak neared and she instinctively reached out to Arkas with her mind. He reached for her in return, then their minds touched. Their bond snapped into place, sealing them together.
Ark could now feel exactly what Oak was feeling. He knew she could take more, so he thrust into her harder and faster. She came, convulsing around him and he climaxed at the same time. He kept pumping until the waves of pleasure finally receded.
“Now I know why the other couples all seem so happy,” Oaklie said as Arkas collapsed on the bed beside her. He rolled her onto her side so they were still joined.
“Me, too,” Ark agreed, snuggling against her. “It’s your turn to be on top next,” he told her. “I want your luscious hair to blanket me while you ride me.”
“I’m going to need a minute,” she said, then shivered at the chill in the air.
Arkas instantly disentangled himself from his mate. He lit the wood that someone had placed in the fireplace, then tucked his female beneath the blankets. He climbed back in next to her, ready for their next bout whenever she was.