Chapter 14 Stroke My Antlers
STROKE MY ANTLERS
Andrik-
I can’t breathe. She touches me—chooses to touch me—and the shift under my skin ripples like lightning across a frozen lake.
Her fingers graze my jaw, and my war-scarred heart lurches in my chest. No one has ever touched me like this.
The bond hums like a storm in my veins, aching for her.
My lips crash into hers, and I’m undone. Every wall I've built. Every restraint I've held.
Gone.
The beast inside me keens—
Kaemorin.
Kaemorin.
Kaemorin.
I grip the sheets, fighting the feral urge to mark her—to spread her open and fill her so deeply I forget I was ever hollow.
Varkh. Veyl’kaerun ves narh thrae’viln kai’Sael?n. Stop. You’ll ruin her if you claim her before she begs for it, Soulbond.
I taste her tongue, sweet and warm as it slides against my own.
Veyr’kael ves thrae’morin...kai’skar ves narh.
Her desire is on my tongue… it’s undoing me.
My hand trembles when it finds her thigh.
I would rip off my antlers if she asked.
She has no idea the power she holds over me.
Kael’thrae ves thrak—veyl’morin ves kai’theln.
If she moves again–I’ll shatter completely.
To share this with her is like the universe loosening its grip on my throat for a single moment, but I know the second I pull away, I’ll feel its weight again.
Her mouth.
Her hands.
Her heartbeat under my palm.
This is what it feels like to finally be alive. She grabs my wrist and drags it higher, until my hand rests over her virae.
She’s so warm. My fingers brush the soaked fabric of her pants. I drop my forehead against hers.
“Please,” I whisper. “I’m trying to be so good for you, Lumi. Even when it’s killing me.” Her breath hitches, and my eyes fall shut. If I look at her right now, I might break. She lifts her hips, arching into my hand.
A groan tears from my throat, low and guttural. “Lumi,” I choke. “You can’t—don’t—” But I don’t pull away. Her hand presses over mine, grounding it there. Her pupils are blown wide. She wants this. She’s not afraid of me.
“I trust you,” she whispers. Kael’theln ves saevrin... vel?n ves kai’morin narh thrae. (Her truth is sacred… I’ve ached lifetimes for this.)
My claws retract on their own volition. If I touched her without a barrier in between us, there would be no controlling the shift.
“I want you to make me feel good, Andri,” she moans. It’s not desire, it’s desperation, like an offering of warmth to a creature who’s only ever known the cold.
I press a kiss to her cheek, then another at the corner of her mouth. My thumb strokes the inside of her thigh, slow and soft.
“If I start,” I whisper, “I won’t just stop at one taste. Kael’thorin narh veyl’skar ves nai—thrae’mirin ves kai’l?n.” (Not even the gods could tear me from you.)
She doesn’t answer, just lets her legs fall open in invitation. The bond howls between us, threatening to snap, but I can’t let it.
I trail down her body, taking in every inch. I settle between her legs, hands wrapping around her hips like I might lose myself if I let go. Her scent hits me again, and it spears through me so hard my antlers throb. Veyr’kael ves thrae’morin. Kaemorin. (Your scent is intoxicating. Mine.)
Her chest stutters, and her thighs tremble beneath my palms. She’s shaking like a leaf—and still she opens for me.
“Karl’mirin ves thrae... Etra’nai ves narh.” I whisper into her thigh. (You will ruin me with this… and I will thank you.)
“Andrik,” she breathes, voice shaking. “Please touch me.”
Thrahk.
My breath stutters as her hands roam, trailing heat over my shoulders. I shudder, my pulse thudding beneath my skin.
I lower my head slightly, an unconscious surrender, baring the base of my antlers to her.
“Touch them,” I whisper, my voice rough with need. “They've only ever been mine... until now.”
She hesitates for half a heartbeat, then her fingers brush the velvet ridge, and my whole body convulses.
A strangled sound escapes my throat. My claws dig into the sheets.
“Sael?n,” I gasp, “that part of me... only wakes for you.”
Her fingers drift higher. When they graze the base of my antlers, I snarl, hips jerking like she's already taking me inside her.
“They were never meant for anyone else,” I choke. “Only you. Only you, Sael?n.”
When she strokes my antler, it’s like she’s stroking my cock. The pleasure is unbearable—and I never want it to stop. Thrae’vlin ves vel?n, Sael?n. Kael ves narh kai’morin. (I will pleasure you endlessly, Soulbond. Just don’t let go.)
I can’t wait. Not another second.
My claws hook the fabric at her center and tear, ripping through her sweats. She's bare beneath me. Flushed pink, and glistening with vaeliss?n. Her sweet scent crashes into me. My vision blurs from the intensity.
She gasps at the sudden exposure, hips lifting in search of me.
“You smell like heaven. Like you were made for my mouth.” Veyl?n narh ves vel?n. Ael’skar ves kai’morin. Etra'kai ves thrae, Sael?n. (I ache just to taste you. My ruin is yours alone. Tell me I can break.)
She squirms underneath me.
“Gods, Lumi.” My breath shudders against her thigh.
“Look at you. So wet. So ready for me, and I haven’t even touched you yet.
This is mine, isn’t it?” I growl, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh.
“Tell me this is mine.” Very’vaelis ves thrae’nai…
kaev?n ves kai’skar thrae’morin. (Seeing you dripping for me…
makes my cock harder than it’s ever been.)
She's shaking beneath me. “Yes,” she whimpers. “Yours. All of it. Please–”
The urge to bite nearly breaks me. To mark her. To taste her blood while I taste her vaelis. (Come.)
Thrak’nai. Narh kai’theln. (Stop. Not yet.)
My fangs graze the tender skin of her inner thigh— a threat can’t yet follow through on. A promise I'm dying to keep.
I lean in—
Crash.
The window explodes. Glass rains down, and cold air rushes in. I lunge forward, shielding her body with mine as the godfire around her bed flares to life. The brick passes through my ward and lands inches from our heads.