Chapter 60
Vivian’s Point of View
Rule sixty: Make sure the Destroyer has access to electrolytes.
The bright afternoon sun is streaming into the room when I blink my eyes open. My brain struggles to catch up to what is happening.
Sin’s thoughts are like a low whisper at the back of my mind, but they become more audible the more awake I get.
“She’s so fucking perfect. Looks so pretty when she comes in her sleep.”
“Make her come again.”
His body is wrapped around mine, my back pressed to his chest. My hips are rocking into him, and delicious pleasure courses through me.
Sin is slowly fucking me from behind as he rubs soft circles against my clit.
I moan, opening my legs to take him deeper, already on the verge of coming undone.
“Good morning, kitten,” he purrs against my ear, plunging into me harder.
The new angle hits my G-spot, and I gasp, now fully awake. His pleasure flows through the bond, intertwining with my own until I can’t tell which is which.
My breaths come faster, as his thoughts continue to push me closer to the edge.
“She’s so fucking beautiful.”
“Taking me so well.”
“Need to mark her as mine, paint her in my seed, make her scream.”
His thrusts grow faster and more erratic, and my moans grow louder. I’m on the brink of shattering when he pinches my clit, and I scream as my orgasm courses over me.
He punctuates each wave of my pleasure with a punishingly hard thrust, and his thoughts grow louder.
“Mine.” Thrust.
“Mine to devour.” Thrust.
“Mine to ruin.” Thrust.
“Mine to destroy.” Thrust.
Each possessive claim has my body heating further, drawing out my pleasure until I’m not sure if I’m agreeing out loud or in my mind.
“Fucking mine.” Thrust.
“Yes! I’m yours. All yours,” I finally scream, and Sin lets out a roar as he finds his own release.
I pant against him, and Sin trails kisses down my neck. My body feels alive, buzzing from the mate bond that courses between us.
The humming caresses my skin, and I marvel at the feeling of being able to breathe again without pain.
The gaping, hollow void in my soul has been replaced by a slightly raw, tender feeling.
It feels like an injury that hasn’t fully healed yet, but it’s nothing compared to what I was living with before.
I yawn, only to freeze when the warmth that steadily trickles down the mate bond is accompanied by a slight ache.
The pain isn’t mine, but I recognize it instantly.
Dread curls in my stomach, and I dart up to sitting. Pillows tumble to the floor as I whirl around to face Sin, only to find he’s already shaking his head.
“Don’t you dare feel bad,” he warns in a low voice.
I frown. His chest is hurting, just like mine. “But your soul–”
He sits up, cupping my cheek. “My soul is exactly where it belongs. I have lost nothing. I would gladly give you every last piece if it meant I could keep you. You give me everything, just by existing at my side.”
Butterflies riot in my stomach, and I lean up to kiss him softly, relieved that even if I’m terrible at finding my words, he can feel exactly how much I love him.
“Okay,” I whisper, deciding there’s no point in arguing now. We’ll have to find a way to fix the damage to his soul after the war.
“Fix our souls, kitten, not just mine.” His tone is gentle but firm.
I arch a brow, thinking about revoking mind-reading privileges if he’s going to call me out on my thoughts, until I remember another, very real problem. “The Fates want to eat your soul! We have to stop them!”
I’m already off the bed, ready to pull on my fighting gear to do something.
My first instinct is to go murder the ancient and powerful creatures, but the thought gives me pause.
Maybe my damaged soul wasn’t the underlying cause of my violence?
Sin follows me, banding a strong arm around my waist, before dragging me back against him. His excitement from having caught me pulses down the bond, along with warmth and amusement.
I turn to give him my best glare, but he’s already expecting the move and kisses me soundly. My body starts to melt against his, even though I know exactly what he’s doing.
A moment later, I bite his lower lip, smiling at his answering growl. “Stop trying to distract me,” I say in my mind, not letting him go.
“If you keep biting me, you’re going to find out exactly how well I can distract you,” he answers, grinding his already hard cock against my ass.
I grin, still not releasing him, and suck on his lip instead. He groans, and I only release him when his hold on me loosens. I take that opportunity to duck out of his grip and dart back a few steps.
His eyes flash, and pure feral hunger thrums down the bond. The intensity makes my knees weak, and he prowls closer.
“Chase her.”
“Catch her.”
“Lick her sweet pussy until the only name she remembers is yours.”
His thoughts send another bolt of heat through me.
This man is pure temptation, but I’m not getting distracted again.
I raise my hand before he reaches me. “Wait.”
He stops immediately, and his chest presses against my fingers. Energy crackles where we touch, and relief flows through the bond the moment we make contact.
“Need to touch. Make sure she doesn’t disappear.” His thoughts sound slightly panicked.
Something warm fills my chest.
Oh yeah, we’re definitely toxically codependent.
No regrets.
“I need a shower,” I state, still not moving my hand. Heat flashes through the bond, and I smirk. “And you’re not joining me unless we talk about the Fates.”
His hands twitch like he wants to reach for me, but he fists them behind his back. “The Fates won’t cut a life thread before the premeasured time.”
“So, they aren’t an immediate threat?” I ask, even as relief floods me.
He grins, but it isn’t an amused expression.
It’s predatory.
“No, you don’t need to worry about the Fates right now,” he notes in a low voice as he takes another step toward me.
Instinctively, I take a step back, and he cocks his head to the side, eyes devouring me.
“But if you keep making me chase you,” he growls, “I’m going to show you just how loud you can scream when you come undone for me.”
Adrenaline and excitement flood me, and it takes me less than a heartbeat to make the mature choice.
I bolt.
“How are you still functional? Did you even sleep last night?” I ask, before taking another bite of my sandwich.
We’ve finally stopped fucking long enough to eat after a much-needed shower.
The dining room is empty, save for us, but I’m still sitting on his lap. I can already feel him hardening against my thighs.
Sin moves my hair to one side and presses a kiss to the back of my neck. “You didn’t tell me to stop.”
I choke at the implication. He hands me a glass of water, and I gulp it down.
Once I’m no longer being threatened by carbs, I turn on his lap to face him. “So, you fucked me… all night?”
When he made that comment last night, I laughed and told him to go for it. But there’s no way he actually went through with it.
I would be sore.
He would be severely dehydrated.
He chuckles, “You heal quickly. And even if you didn’t, I made sure your body was ready for me, every single time.”
My thighs press together, picturing Sin using my sleeping body all night long.
New kink unlocked?
Sin groans, and his fingers dig into my thighs. “Kitten,” he warns. “You need to eat. But if you keep picturing it and sending lust down the bond, I’m going to spread you over this table and devour you.”
I’m considering his offer when my stomach growls.
My cheeks flush, and Sin loosens his grip.
“Mate is adorable. Cherish her.” His thoughts move to the forefront of my mind, and I realize he’s making sure I hear them, to quell any of my embarrassment.
I bite my lip, once again in awe of how much I love this man.
“She’s biting her lip. Push your cock between them. Make her come until she–”
The thoughts are cut off abruptly, and Sin lets out a cough.
Is he blushing?
“We should change the subject,” he mutters.
I giggle, and immediately, his gaze softens. It’s sweet enough that I don’t tease him.
“Hmm, alright. Well, I know you keep saying that what’s between us is beyond love, but unless you have another word to use instead, could we maybe settle on calling it love anyway?
” I ask, and then immediately take another bite of my sandwich, keeping my eyes fixed on my plate, rather than his expression.
Am I ridiculously insecure?
Yes.
Would hearing him tell me he loves me, multiple times a day, forever help with that insecurity?
I’d really like to find out.
He gives a long sigh, like he’s giving my question a lot of thought, and he stays silent until I’ve swallowed my food.
“Kitten?” He starts.
“Hmm?” I answer noncommittally.
He gently tips my chin, so I’m facing him again.
Stormy eyes meet mine.
“I love you,” he says.
I can’t stop my answering smile. I beam at him, and my feet kick a little. If I weren’t so content on his lap, I might even do a happy dance.
Joy pulses through the bond, and he lets me hear his thoughts once more.
“Fuck, that is the best feeling in the universe.”
“Make her smile like that again. Do it every day.”
“Sorry, you should probably say it again, I was busy,” I note with a serious face.
He bursts out laughing and kisses me soundly before taking my face in his hands. “I love you.”
The urge to squeal in delight is so real right now.
“I love you too,” I answer instead, and give myself a ten out of ten for mastering a single social interaction.
“You are so fucking precious,” Sin notes, still sounding like he wants to laugh. His hand falls away, and he goes back to holding me while I eat.
I’ve just finished when he sits up straighter. Alarm pulses through his side of the bond, sending anxiety washing over me. But before I can ask him what’s wrong, he turns to me with a hard expression.
“The wards were just activated. It was Morgana. The war is starting.”