Chapter Thirty-Three
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Theo
I admit I hadn’t wondered what Val might taste like while orgasming as she floated above me, but I should have. The answer is ambrosia. Pure fucking ambrosia.
Her losing all sense of time and space when she climaxed so that she hadn’t realized I pushed us a few feet in the air to let weightlessness take care of my aches while I ate out my woman as though I’d been stranded and starving in the deepest pits of the hell dimensions? That sort of power made me feel like a god.
But knowing she loves me? This magical divinity who makes the ceiling rain rare Brimstone Bell petals while she screams my name?
Yeah, that has me wanting to win every crown in all the realms just to lay them at her feet.
Letting my tail fall away from her neck where it’d looked so pretty against her pale skin, I grab her hips, steadying her, and lick her one more time. She moans, the sound sending a jolt of pure lust straight to my cocks.
My venom must be working since she grabs my horns and starts to ride again. Another orgasm hits my tongue, and I drink her down until she collapses. Drawing her against my chest, I wrap my arms around her, holding her tight as her heart slows from a racing staccato to a steady thump-thump . Her breath tickles my skin as she pants.
She wiggles against me, and my cocks twitch. I want to bury myself inside her.
“Theo, I need?—”
“Rest, Vicious. You need rest.”
“I need more healing and so do you.” She runs her fingers over the tops of her breasts above the black lace bra. Her burn has healed, the skin as beautiful and untouched as before between the lapels of the lab coat. I want sexy doctor time with my mate every single day of my hopefully very long existence.
And those boots? I wouldn’t have thought rainbow glitter stilettos would do it for me, but with Val, anything and everything she wears—or strips off—does it for me. Petals swirl around her, slipping against my skin with a velvety softness almost as exquisite as Val.
My gaze lands on her face. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips swollen and her eyes hooded. She looks like she needs another orgasm, and I could provide that. For healing’s sake. And to possibly hear her say she loves me again.
I lower us to the bed so that she straddles my hips. With my claws, I shred her panties.
“Hey,” she protests, but I don’t let her finish the word before I’ve ripped her bra as well.
“Put it on my tab with Shadowvale.” I drag my cock through Val’s hot, wet folds, and have to force myself not to come from the feel of her slick heat alone. Instead, I concentrate on drawing circles over her clit. This is about her pleasure, not mine.
She grinds down against me, and my other cock slips beneath her cheeks. Steady now . I can’t afford to lose control. I grip her waist and still her, wanting to stretch this moment out while I take her in. All of her. Her brown hair falls in soft waves to her shoulders, her skin is pale and glowing in the candlelight, and her magic calls to mine.
“No light magic,” I tell her. “I can’t have you hurt again.”
“Not even a little?” Her breathy teasing has me growling. She leans forward, and I have to grit my teeth against the sight and feel of her gorgeous tits swaying and brushing my chest.
She traces a fingertip across my jaw, then lower, drawing her nails over my throat and descending still. She tweaks a nipple and the sudden sensation sends a bolt of pure need through me. My wings snap out and beat, lifting us a foot in the air before dropping us back to the bed.
She giggles. Actually giggles, and the sound is so unexpected and endearing that it almost stops me thinking about thrusting up into her. Almost.
The moment the laughter dies on her lips, I want to hear it again, but when she rocks against me, my cock slips inside her and gods, I arch off the bed at the feel of her cunt gripping me.
“Guess I don’t need venom magic to have you under my thrall,” she says on a damn near purr, and it’s like throwing down a dare.
I send the tip of my tail to tease her ass and am rewarded with a groan. “Tell me you like that.”
“I love it,” she whispers.
“Beg for it.”
“I’ll do even better,” she says with a vicious grin. Dragging her fingers along my balls, she pushes my tail away with a swipe of her hand and grabs my other cock, pressing it to her ass.
My heart skips a beat. “You’ll kill us both, Vicious.”
I groan as she slowly—oh so slowly—sinks, working herself onto both of my cocks. Her heat enveloping me, the pressure of her body against mine, her tightness squeezing my shafts, the weight of her, the scent of her arousal in my nose. It’s better than fucking magic. It’s home.
“So full,” she says between pants.
I don’t speak. I can barely breathe. If I don’t think about anything but her, I can hold myself back.
She lifts herself, and her eyes are half-closed as she slides back down. She rides me in a lazy rise and fall of her hips in a roll that has my tail twitching in anticipation.
My wings flap once, twice, and I lift her off the bed and slam her down onto me.
She cries out, the sound part pain, part ecstasy, and I still.
A wicked glint enters her eyes. Her hand snakes between us, and she brushes a finger over her clit. Then again. Faster.
Fuck, yes.
She grinds against me, and I thrust up into her, meeting her pace. The heels of her boots catch on my thighs in an erotic bite of pain.
A growl escapes me. The sounds she makes, the scent of her, the magic twining between us—all of it drives me wild. My claws dig into her ass, and my fangs ache with the need to bite her.
Her nails rake my chest. Val throws her head back, and she screams my name. The sight of her losing herself to pleasure, to me, sends a possessive, protective instinct through me. I roar as the first wave of my orgasm hits, and we both tumble into orgasm.
And fall back to the mattress.
She collapses onto my chest, and we lie there, sweaty, exhausted, and sated.
“Val?” I ask.
“Hmm?” She’s barely awake.
“Marry me.”
“That an order or a proposal?”
“Both?”
She smiles against my skin. “I suppose I can. As long as there’s butter pecan ice cream, a Shadowvale-stocked wardrobe, and an endless supply of sex.”
“Done.” I take the victory and claim another. “At least Dupree wasn’t in the dungeon watching you. I might’ve killed him.”
“He hasn’t come out of his room since I accidentally magicked your mom.”
“Little chicken shit.”
“I should probably check on him.”
“Don’t taunt, Vicious. I still haven’t given up the idea of tying you to the bed.”
“Don’t tempt me with a good time.” Her bravado is only slightly diminished by her light slur and the sleepy rub of her nose against me.
I hug her close. “I’ll remember that. Rest now.”
The petals have stopped falling, but the bed is covered in them. I magic a sheet to cover us.
A chittering from the night table has me checking the bedside. Montejanus—the great and powerful soul guardian—stands on his back paws in mongoose form, his tail wrapped to cover his eyes. With his front paws, he hides his toy unicorn’s eyes.
“It’s safe now, Montejanus,” I tell him. “She’s safe.”
He gives me a look of relief, then curls into a ball on a pillow at the end of the bed. He keeps his unicorn with him, the toy wiggling its legs until it falls asleep with them sticking straight out.
I glance down at Val.
My mate.
My everything.
I’ll keep her safe, no matter what.
I wake to a knock at the door with Val draped over me. Slipping out of the bed and into a robe, I move to answer it before another knock might wake her. Montejanus still sleeps on the cushion with the unicorn’s hooves in the air.
Only Nic could make it past the wards to my bedroom door.
I open it, ready to tell her to stop being a brat and let me enjoy my time with Val, but her wide eyes and pale skin have me swallowing anything I might’ve said. “What is it?”
“There’s been another portal opening…and an attack.”
“Where?”
“The Valley of the Gods.”
“Fuck, if something happens to the sleeping gods, it could open the pits of the After Worlds, the pits where?—”
“Where Gilly is trapped.”
“We’ll stop the portal attack and save our sister.”