25. Chapter 25
twenty-five
Hue
I don’t get a moment to process what just happened, because the second I’m in his arms, we detonate.
My lips slam into his, desperate and hungry.
Starving like I haven’t eaten in limtics.
I moan as he rips my lips from his, forcing my head back so that his purple tongue can meet the column of my neck.
“I was so worried about you,” I sob.
He drags his tongue up my bloody neck, making me hiss as it meets the cut on my chin.
“Forgive me, Hue,” he grits out, the strain in his voice making me open my teary eyes.
I open my mouth to ask him why, whatever for, but the moment I see him, I know.
“I cannot stop,” he warns, stepping back a fraction as his form shifts violently, his bones elongating, his very being popping and grinding into something else.
Something darker.
Something mine.
The weight of that overwhelmingly possessive thought slams into my chest as he urges me to the floor. Giving me a chance to get away.
I lie back instead, shifting my dress off my shaking body. “It's okay,” I breathe. “Let it come. I can balance you.”
He whimpers, the last trace of Sor’en before a deafening snarl fills our home. I flip myself over, bracing my upper body on the lip of the sunken, pillow-filled hole that makes up the living room as I give him my core, open and wide. Soaked and needing. “Take me, mate,” I moan.
I cry out as his elongated teeth meet my hip, digging in just enough to pinch but not puncture the delicate skin beneath.
I push into him, welcoming the prick of each tooth, each prodding mark, should he allow them.
But my mate won't hurt me, he would never hurt me.
He releases, giving me his tongue instead, his clawed fingers find my neck in a commanding hold as his long purple tongue trails down the length of my spine.
Goosebumps light my flesh when he drags it lower, deeper to the tiny forbidden hole back there.
He licks.
The moan that leaves me is guttural as I buck away from him, but where I go, he follows, feasting on me until my back hole is slick, warm, and loosening.
It's only when he works his way to my waiting cunt that I give voice to the gaping silent screams that have been plastered on my face. Sor’en’s tongue laps and fucks deep inside me until every sensation is mind-numbing, until the narrow length of his tongue is traded for the stretch of his vibrating cock.
It’s larger like this; I lurch up at the sensation of him forcing himself deeper.
Forcing my body to yield. It's everything, too much of so much, and when he seats himself fully, my climax rips through me.
Again, out of sheer reaction, I lurch forward, trying to escape the volley of sensation, making him snarl as my core chokes his length.
His teeth find me again, latching gently, warningly on my shoulder, forcing me back down as he ruts roughly into me from behind.
My breasts heave, rocking with us, my taut nipples dragging the cool floor like soft little licks.
“Yes, yes, Sor’en. Such a good mate using your human,” I praise him, wanting so badly for him to know what I am to him. What he is to me, to remind him wherever far away place his mind is right now that I approve of every part of him. That I’m sorry this has all been so fucking difficult.
I open my mouth to tell him some more, but suddenly his tongue renders me speechless.
His teeth are still guarding my shoulder, but his long tongue has found a way through, snaking down my back to the wet, tight hole there.
I sob as the pleasure builds deep in my gut, his large cock stroking me hard as his tongue laps at my ass.
Sor’en growls, his long white hair dancing around my vision from the force of his thrusts, and when my climax hits me again, it's out of nowhere, so strong and drawn that my vision blackens. I’m limp, mindless, a bundle of trembling sensation as my mate uses me on the floor of our home.
When consciousness finds me again, Sor’en is back to himself as he carries me into the cleansing unit.
My body is trembling with exhaustion, perhaps with the shock of the attack wearing off, my center aching something horrible. “Sor’en…”
“I’m here. I’ve got you.”
“Is everyone okay?”
He nods, his eyes finding mine just as he slips us under the streaming water. “No Xyreliths were lost today.”
“What about the dome? It’s open, they’ll come—"
He shakes his head gently, steadying me as he sits me on my feet.
My legs are like bendy rubber, my pulse doesn’t even spike as I fall, knowing he’ll catch me.
Sor’en settles on the floor of the unit, placing me in his lap instead.
I lean my head back, resting it on his chest. My eyes even now are threatening to fall closed.
“The dome repairs itself almost immediately after the object is removed.” Heavy silence drags on for a moment before he adds, “You were foolish today, Hue.”
My lip wobbles as he smooths foaming cleanser between my legs, his hand gentle and adoring.
“… and brave. You were so brave.”
Because I am apparently a waterfall of gross emotions, I cry. “You were too. It was amazing. You looked like a warrior.”
He chuckles, but it’s a tired sound. “I prefer working with flowers.”
I try to smile before a flicker of a tail finds me again, dread, confusion, and guilt taking over. Swirling in my mind like the glowing bugs in the fields. “Sor’en… I saw something today…”
He gives me time, sensing I need a moment to gather my thoughts. His hands working down my legs in warm scrubbing passes as I nestle harder into his lap. His cock already vibrating, ready for more.
I ignore it.
For now.
“Someone, I saw someone I used to know. But she's dead.” The words are heavy on my chest, tight and unwelcome. “It couldn’t have been her, but it looked… I swear it looked just like her.”
“The veil and those we love who linger beyond it behave strangely in times of peril. Xyreliths can see them, hear the spirits in times of great distress.”
I shake my head. “She’s gone, though. Her soul is… I’m pretty sure it's gone too, and either way, I am not a Xyrelith.”
“You are the only one who seems to feel so. I don’t wish to be at odds any longer, my mate. My soul is so weary without you.”
Wincing at the state of my worn body as I turn in his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck and hiding my face in his neck. “I love you too.”