32
Soleil
Finn is almost too much.
In every way.
Too much to take as he slides into my body.
Too tender, too kind, too understanding as all his sweet words echo in my mind.
Too good to me.
Better than I deserve.
And I wish he could see himself the way I see him.
But there’s no time to agonize over it as he sinks deeper, stretching me with that gorgeous, thick cock of his.
“Fuck, sunshine,” he groans, and he sounds so deliciously aroused, so lost in his pleasure.
Magick surges between us, those wonderful, delicate golden threads. Stronger now than they’ve ever been.
Gossamer filaments spread and weave themselves into a fragile cage, encircling us, tugging at us both until the pleasure is almost too exquisite to bear.
When I’m finally able to pull my eyes away from them and look back at Finn, my heart pangs in my chest at the wonder on his face.
“I’ve never known the bond could do that,” he murmurs.
“Me, either.” I raise a hand to touch, and magick dances along my skin.
Tilting my hips toward his, he slips another inch into me, and we both groan. The magick pulses, glows brighter, and Finn leans in to press a kiss against my forehead.
“We’re glorious. You. Our magick. It’s glorious.”
The words send a spike of need and tenderness and more of that golden magick all the way through me. They narrow the world to only me and Finn and the bond between us. To want. To the simple, primal desire to be as close to this demon as I can be.
“Finn,” I gasp in desperate protest when he stills his hips, pauses right where he is, only half-buried in me.
Every inch of him radiates tension, a carefully leashed desire I’m feral to draw out of him.
“I need a minute, sunshine.”
“For what?”
“To slow down. Or I’m not going to be… I’m not…”
Another buck of my hips, and a low growl breaks in his chest.
Oh.
Oh, I like that.
I like growly Finn.
And flirty, irreverent Finn.
And wonderfully, impossibly tender Finn.
Any way he is, I’ll take him.
“What can’t you be?” I ask, though it comes out more like a gasp.
“I’m not going to be gentle. If I let myself have you the way I… I’m sorry, I can’t…”
Pushing myself up on an elbow, I run my lips over the curve of his ear, and a tremor wracks his enormous frame.
“I don’t want you to be gentle.”
Another tremor, and I can feel the tension in him ratchet up, feel his muscles shake, feel his control pushed to its limits. My fingers find the curve of his wing—stroking, squeezing, drawing a low moan from his chest.
“Soleil—”
“Fuck me, Finn,” I beg him in a breathy whisper, my entire body aching for it. “Your mate wants you to fuck her.”
Finn breaks.
With a growl deep and graveled enough that I feel it all the way down to where his thick cock sinks into me, Finn fills me with one hard thrust.
Back arching, I cry out and reach for his shoulders, nails scrambling over the firm muscles. He gets one hand under my thigh and spreads me wide, holds me open while he fucks me like it’s the only thing in the thirteen realms he’s ever wanted.
Hard, deep, relentless, it might just be the only thing in any of the thirteen realms I’ve ever wanted.
Each thrust draws moans and mewls and other sounds from me I didn’t even know I could make.
It pulls the magick tighter, builds my pleasure higher, and all I can do is grasp onto him and surrender.
The swell of flesh at the base of his cock presses into me with each thrust, giving me just enough stretch to make my breath hitch. I strain against him, not even really sure what it is I want.
But I know I need more.
He could give me more, and I think that would be okay.
I still don’t get all the logistics of this, of how it would even work to have that part of him inside me, but I’m sure we’d be able to figure it out. If he’d just give me a little bit more, I’m sure I could—
“I’m not going to give you my knot,” he mutters against my lips, and a whine of protest slips out of me. “Not until I’ve had more time to make sure you can take it.”
“But I—”
“Not tonight, Soleil.” His voice is hoarse, strained, and instead of arguing, I press my lips to his.
Finn kisses me deep and dirty for a few more thrusts before pulling away and rocking back on his heels. He wraps his arms around me and brings me with him, kneeling on the mattress with his cock buried in me and my legs straddled over his thighs.
I wobble as I try to find my balance, but he’s not letting me go anywhere.
He takes me by the hips and lifts me, lowers me, moves me on him.
My hands find his horns, draw his face to mine, but with the racing of my heart and the heave of my breath I can barely even kiss him.
Messy, clumsy, uncoordinated, I feed him my moans.
He runs his fangs over my bottom lip, sharp and wicked and just this side of too much.
I’m already close, already aching, pulled taut, ready to combust.
Then his tail brushes against my clit.
Warm and firm and unexpected, the press of it between my thighs—right in time with his thrusts—throws me over the edge.
I come with a hoarse, strangled cry. Desperate and shameless, grinding myself onto his cock, against his tail, hands wrapped tight around his horns, the hard ridge of his knot pressed to the edge of my pussy.
I’m consumed by waves of ecstasy so exquisite I think I actually pass out for a few seconds.
When I come back to earth, I’m pressed into the mattress.
Finn looms above me—looking so utterly un-human that a little gasp of surprise punches out of me.
With his wings arching and his crimson eyes glowing, with his marble-sculpted muscles and his blond curls disheveled and falling in messy disarray over his forehead, he’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
My demon.
My mate.
The fate the Goddess gave me.
His thrusts are uneven, his breathing labored, all his golden skin glistening with exertion.
“I’m so close, sunshine,” he groans, thrusting hard enough to make my teeth rattle. “Tell me if you don’t want—”
“Inside me,” I gasp. “I want you inside me.”
He groans again, and it only takes two more powerful snaps of his hips for him to spill into me. His orgasm thunders through him, rips a deep rumble of satisfaction from his chest, has him collapsing into me with quaking muscles as his cock pulses inside me.
He’s a heavy, solid weight on top of me, but I don’t mind. I wrap as much of myself around him as I can, hold him through the spasms, keep him close while he finishes falling apart.
When he stills, we both lie there for a long, long time.
Until the moon is high in the sky outside. Until most of Gales Harbor has probably gone to bed, and it could just be two of us alone in the darkness, forget the rest of the world.
There are no more words, but maybe that’s okay.
Maybe just for tonight, we can pretend.