Chapter 13 Rhianelle #2
He drags me back down the length of the mattress, my breath punching out of me as my body slides helplessly beneath his grip.
Before I can answer, he yanks me flush against him and flips me onto my stomach in one smooth, brutal movement. My cheek presses into the sheets. His hand fists in my hair, guiding me up onto my knees. Heat floods low in my belly.
He spreads my thighs with his knee and settles behind me, large and unyielding.
"You don't get to run," he mutters. I hear the whisper of fabric, then feel his hands at my back, unlacing the faerie dress.
He strips it away with impatient efficiency, baring me completely.
His fingers trace the curve of my spine slowly.
Goosebumps rise in their wake. The touch is almost gentle.
Then his hand moves lower and squeezes my backside firmly.
I look back over my shoulder. "Svenn!"
I want to protest but the words die in my throat when I see his expression.
He claims me in one hard push. The first thrust steals the air from my lungs. My legs give out. His hands grip my hips and pull them back up. I'm on my knees now with my face pressed into the furs.
“Give in to me.” Another rough thrust. “Your body already knows what it wants. It wants me.”
Then he starts moving in earnest, pistoning in and out with single-minded focus. Finding a rhythm that has me clawing at the furs and gasping his name.
The heat builds again, coiling tighter and tighter in my belly. He pulls nearly all the way out before thrusting back in. I didn't think I could take any more but my body responds anyway. My limbs tremble uncontrollably. Each thrust sends shockwaves through me until I'm shaking apart.
My chest falls to the mattress as every bone turns limp but Svenn hauls me back up by the elbow. He pulls me upright while still buried inside me. One arm bands across my chest, holding me against him. The other hand grips my hip. He's still moving in shallow strokes.
I cry out and writhe against him, but he holds me steady, unyielding. This version of Svenn is indifferent to my sobs and tears.
"Do you remember all those dreams we shared," he murmurs against my ear.
I do remember. The fevered dreams where the bond chased me through shadow and claimed me without restraint.
"I memorized every sound you made. Every expression. Every way you like to be touched. Like this." His hand slides between my legs and finds the bundle of nerves there.
I can't hold back the moan that escapes. His touch circles maddeningly light. It’s just enough to make me shake but not enough to give me what I need. The pressure builds and edges but never breaks. My vision blurs at the edges until all that exists is his touch and the ache he won't satisfy.
"I want..." I'm breathless. I can't form proper sentences. I need release.
"I told you I'm not Svenn," he chides. "I don't accept requests."
"Please, I need..." I beg.
"Since you asked so politely." He kisses my neck. “I’ll grant your wish this time.”
The gesture is almost like Svenn and hope flares in my chest.
"Do you like it when I grind against you like this?" he asks, withdrawing and sliding his lenght between my thighs. "Or do you like it better when I thrust into you?" Another demonstration that steals my breath.
"Answer me, Rhianelle."
I try but words won't come. I'm too lost to the pleasure, too overwhelmed to form coherent thoughts.
"Fine then," he says with satisfaction. "I'll move however I want."
And he does.
His hips slams against my backside as he drives himself forward repeatedly. I'm lost to mindless pleasure now. No thoughts left. Just sensation rolling through me in endless waves.
The orgasm hits me like lightning. My vision goes completely white. I see actual stars behind my eyelids. My inner wall seizes, clenching around him as every muscle locks tight.
“Fuck,” he curses, burying his face in my neck. His rhythm falters. He groans my name and I feel him finish inside me.
The sensation triggers another orgasm. Smaller than the others but no less devastating. I collapse forward onto the furs. He follows me down, covering my body with his. We're both breathing ragged and hard. His weight presses me into the soft pelts.
For a long moment, neither of us moves.
Then he shifts.
Svenn rolls to his side and pulls me with him. I go willingly, folding into his chest. His arm wraps around my waist, anchoring me there. The frantic energy from moments ago drains away, replaced with something quieter.
His forehead presses gently against mine.
The gesture is so soft it catches me off guard.
For a heartbeat, he looks like himself again. His breath brushes my lips. I feel safe and warm in his arms.
Svenn?
Wait.
Something shifts. The air changes. I feel him pushing into my mind. The world tilts and blurs. When it stabilizes, we're still in the wolf's den. Same furs. Same layout. But something is different. The air feels more malleable.
We're in my head now.
"What are you doing?" I ask.
Svenn rises slowly, already turning away from me. He walks toward somewhere deeper, to the darker edges where memory coils and hides. “I’m going to find out who that masked fucker is.”
Fear spikes through me.
This is dangerous. Letting the bond this deep into my mind to see my memories. If he finds Landon's name, he'll go to Avalon to kill him. He won't care about the war it starts.
But then I smile.
The bond stops, noticing my expression.
"You made a terrible mistake," I say softly. “Coming into my mind."
I have a strong mind shield. Even Kheirall Balthazar couldn't break through my mental barriers. The Demon Lord tried but everything had turned on him instead.
I reach out and the mental construct of the den begins to dissolve in my hands. The walls ripple like water. The floor cracks and reforms. Reality itself bends to my will.
Svenn's eyes widen as I demonstrate my power.
"I can leave anytime I want." I tear away another section of the fake wolf's den, letting it dissolve into mist.
The bond stares at me. Then, slowly, a smile spreads across his face.
"Of course my wife is powerful," he says with pride and satisfaction. "That's good to know."
His smile turns predatory. "Now let's see how long you can run.”
I turn and bolt.
The corridor bends at my command, arching into a sharp turn as I throw my will ahead of me. I fling up a wall behind me. It erupts from the floor in a seamless sheet of shimmering glass.
But a heartbeat later it explodes outward. Svenn walks through the falling shards.
A low laugh echoes behind me.
“Run faster.”
He forgets where he’s standing. This is my domain. Ice floods the hallway ahead of him, thick and jagged, sealing the path in frozen barricades. He presses his palm to it and steam hisses.
I slam my hand to the ground.
Crystalline spikes spear upward in a violent line between us, jagged and lethal.
For a moment, I think I’ve bought myself time.
But he dodges and leaps, landing on the other side as the last spike finishes forming.
I bolt again rounding a final bend, and burst onto a balcony of suspended crystal overlooking the bathing chamber far below. There’s nowhere left to go.
I pivot—
An arm snakes around my waist. The other catches my wrist before I can summon another defense. He lifts me clean off my feet and presses me back against the crystal wall.
His breath ghosts over my ear. “Caught you again, little fawn.”
Pleasure ignites inside me when he cups my breasts. He sweeps his thumbs over my nipples. “It feels a bit too easy this time.”
My head lolls to the side and he doesn’t miss the invitation. He presses open-mouth kisses to my throat, tracing a path from my neck to my ear. Elven ears are treacherously sensitive. The first flick of his tongue sends a shiver tearing through me.
“That’s not fair.” I squirm.
Svenn hums against my skin, pleased with the reaction. He seals his mouth around the tip and sucks. The graze of his teeth makes my knees weaken.
I sag back against his warm chest.
"You don't really want to leave." His voice is pitched lower than a whisper. "You want to stay here with me and be mine forever."
I am beyond denying it.
His hands guide my legs apart, positioning me exactly where he wants me. He enters me from behind in one slow push. I can see our reflection in the crystal surface. My face is flushed and desperate. Svenn—the bond is behind me, possessive and hungry.
He keeps feasting on my neck, biting and sucking like a beast after his own pleasure.
"What happened to leaving anytime you wanted?" he asks. He punctuates the question with a thrust that makes rational thought impossible.
I can't answer. I can't think beyond the ribbons of heat consuming me.
He slams into me hard, crushing my body against the crystal. I hold on to his muscular arms, not so I can remove them but because I need the anchor.
"I can't," I confess.
When he breaks away, his lips find the shell of my ear.
"Good," he mutters. I feel him pulse inside me as I tighten around him.
His hand wraps around my thigh, making it look small as he lifts my leg higher. The angle changes and he sinks even deeper. "Because I'll ravish you as many times as I can. Eternity wouldn't be enough."
While he's moving and I'm lost to the sensation, his hand comes up to my jaw. He turns my face forward gently.
"Look," he whispers.
I focus on what's beyond the crystal wall.
My heart stops.
Svenn is there. The real Svenn is trapped inside a crystalline chamber, watching us.
Locked there. Forced to witness my pleasure-filled face. To see exactly what the unleashed bond is doing to me.
"This is how she likes it," the bond tells him.
I can see it in the reflection. My own tear-streaked face. My glazed eyes.
Embarrassment floods through me. "No," I whimper. "Please, not like this—"
But the bond just laughs.
"Go on, come for me again," he urges. "Show him just how much you love this. How much you love me."