Chapter 60 Erik #2
"Erik... Oh gods." Bryn's legs tighten around my waist, drawing my cock deeper into her as her arousal spikes sharply. Her inner walls flutter around me, her body responding to my claim.
My venom enters her veins, and she melts beneath me, pliant yet burning with need. The sensation of feeding while buried inside her threatens to shatter my control. Each pull of her essence makes me swell harder within her as she rises to meet my thrusts.
I withdraw my fangs and reach for her dagger. Her eyes—one gold as sunlight, one deep as stormy seas—connect with mine, heavy with desire and acceptance.
"Drink, little bird," I demand, drawing the blade across my throat. "Be mine. Only mine."
Her lips brush my throat, hesitant at first, then claims my blood with growing hunger. Each pull of her mouth sends shock waves through my veins, the sensation of her drinking while my cock thrusts deep inside her nearly undoing me.
Ancient words rise unbidden to my lips, a sacred binding as old as time itself:
"Blood to blood—" I claim her with every fiber of my being.
"Heart to heart—" Her moans mingle with the rush of blood as I thrust deep.
"My soul to yours—" Her body arches, offering herself completely. I fill her as the bond ignites.
"Yours to mine—" Her grip on me tightens, her nails digging into my skin—burning with passion.
"Forever bound—" Our connection explodes, threatening to consume us.
"Eternally one."
Our souls weave together in silver and gold threads. I feel her everywhere—in my blood, my mind, between each heartbeat. Her pleasure becomes mine, her breath my air, our hearts beating as one. Colors I've never seen burst behind my eyes as our spirits merge completely.
The bond pulses as her mouth leaves my throat. Every sensation magnifies—her pleasure, surrender, and fear flowing through me.
"Erik," she gasps. "I can feel you everywhere—inside me—"
I claim her mouth, tasting our mingled blood. Her emotions flood me—wonder and terror at how complete this feels. Each thrust draws shared cries as pleasure rebounds between us.
"Mine," I growl. "You are forever mine, Bryn."
Her nails rake down my back as another wave of pleasure crashes through us. "Too much," she whimpers, but her body arches up, seeking more. "I can't—everything's so intense—"
I catch her hands, threading our fingers together and pinning them above her head. "Let go," I murmur, watching tears of overwhelming sensation spill from her eyes. "I've got you. Let yourself feel everything."
The bond blazes brighter with each thrust. Her pleasure spirals with mine, threatening to consume us.
"Look at me," I demand. "Watch me make you fall apart."
Her eyes meet mine, trust warring with fear as her defenses crumble.
"I feel you," she gasps, her inner walls clenching around me. "Everywhere—in my blood—in my soul—" Her back arches as I hit deep, fucking her harder. "Erik, please—"
Her pleasure spirals through our bond until it mirrors mine, building with each thrust. Love, fear, and need tangle, pushing us toward the edge together.
"That's it," I growl as she starts to tremble. "Come apart for me. Let me feel you break, Bryn."
Her legs clench around my waist as pleasure builds. She's close—I feel it in her trembling muscles, hear it in my name falling from her lips like a prayer, feel it in how she tightens around me.
"I've got you," I promise against her throat, where my mark now claims her as mine. "Let go, little bird. Fall with me."
Her release crashes through us both as she screams my name. Her pleasure amplifies through our bond, dragging me over the edge with her. I spill deep inside as ecstasy rebounds between us in endless waves.
"Erik," she sobs, clinging to me as aftershocks wrack our bodies. "I never knew—I didn't know it could feel…"
I gather her trembling form against my chest as we collapse to our sides, still joined intimately. I feel her walls crumbling—centuries of isolation, of believing she wasn't meant for this kind of connection.
"Shh, little bird." I brush tears from her cheeks, my eyes burning as her emotions flood me. "I'm here. I'll always be here."
"I feel you," she whispers, pressing her hand against my heart. "Your love, your fear, your sadness—" A sob catches in her throat. "How did you survive being alone for so long?"
The question pierces my heart. "The same way you did.
One day at a time, telling myself I didn't need this.
" I press my forehead to hers, letting her feel my vulnerability through our newly forged bond.
"Centuries of standing in shadows, watching others find their mates, their happiness.
Convincing myself that perhaps I was meant for solitude—that my darkness was too deep, my soul too scarred for such grace. "
My fingers trace her cheek, brushing a strand of platinum hair behind her ear.
Through our connection, I let her feel every lonely night, every empty dawn, every moment of yearning I'd buried beneath duty and control.
"But now I understand, little bird. Every century of solitude was just preparing me for you.
Every battle, every scar, every moment of darkness—they were all leading me here, to this moment, to you. "
She raises her head, those beautiful eyes swimming with tears. "I feel it all," she breathes. "—all of you. It's beautiful and terrifying and—" Another sob. "I've never let anyone see me like this. Never let anyone past my walls."
"I know." I brush away her tears with my thumb. "Your strength has always been your shield. But you don't have to be strong alone anymore."
Her body shakes against mine as years of maintained control finally crack.
"I didn't think this was possible. I thought I was unable to find anyone after—was too broken—" She takes a deep breath.
"Promise me," she whispers, vulnerability raw in her voice.
"Promise me this isn't temporary. That you won't—"
"Leave?" I tilt her chin up, letting her feel the depth of my devotion. "Never. You're carved into my soul now, little one. There's no going back. No walking away."
Millenia of rejection carved deep scars in her soul—her father's cruel dismissal, the prophecy's bitter truth, watching Rhyland find his true mate.
Each blow convinced her she was unworthy of love, destined to stand alone.
The thought of her suffering makes my blood boil, my beast raging against those who made her doubt her own worth.
Her pain mirrors my own dark reflections. How many years did I walk alone, convinced I was too broken, too damaged for this kind of connection? Both of us, warriors wearing our solitude like armor, telling ourselves we didn't need what our hearts desperately craved.
But now, holding her in my arms, I see the truth—we weren't meant to be alone. We were meant to find each other, two broken pieces fitting perfectly together.
Bryn melts against me, her curves fitting perfectly into every hollow of my body—her platinum hair spills across my chest like moonlight, and her breaths even out against my skin.
I feel her contentment mingling with mine—a sense of rightness, of coming home after an eternity of wandering.
My arms tighten around her instinctively, and my beast is finally at peace with its mate secured.
My fingers trace idle patterns across her back, ghosting over the smooth skin where her wings once stretched proud and magnificent. She trembles against me, and through our new connection, I feel the raw ache of loss—phantom pain where divinity once marked her as Valkyrie.
"You're more than your wings ever were, little bird," I murmur into her hair, sending waves of love and acceptance through our connection. "Your strength, your fierce heart—that's what makes you extraordinary."
I feel her consciousness dimming like a setting sun, peace finally replacing her earlier turmoil. I let my eyes drift closed, and my beast purrs contentedly as I follow my mate into slumber.