Chapter 21 #2
“I can feel how hard you are,” I breathe. My hand slides down his chest, over the ridges of muscle. “Are you going to take me right here? Pin me to a tree and—”
“Lumi!” My name is a warning, a plea.
“I want you so bad it hurts,” I whisper, and it’s true, every word I say. “Can you feel it? How much I need you?”
His steps falter for a second, but he just picks up speed. Snow kicks up around us. His heart is pounding so hard I can feel it against my chest.
“Almost,” he grits out in English, finally. “Almost there—”
“What happens if you don’t make it in time?” I ask wickedly. “What happens if you lose control before we get there?”
“Thrahk. Ves lunaeth.” Fuck. Your heat.
“Tell me,” I breathe against his ear. “What will you do to me, Andrik?”
He makes a sound I’ve never heard before, broken and inhuman.
Light pulls my focus away. Blue flames erupt in a circle ahead of us, illuminating the forest floor.
He doesn’t slow down, just barrels straight through the fire; it doesn’t burn, just parts around us like water. He drops to his knees the second we’re inside.
I’m in his lap, straddling him. His hands are on my hips, claws prickling through the thin fabric of my shirt.
His eyes are wild. Pupils blown so wide they’re almost black. And his fur, pulsing with light, is so beautiful it steals my breath.
“Sael?n,” he rasps, forehead pressed to mine, panting and shaking. “I need—you have to—”
“I know,” I whisper. “I know what you need. Take it.”
Andrik-
Her lips crash to mine, and I’m gone. Her mouth is soft and warm. Everything I’ve been craving for thousands of years. I kiss her back like I’m drowning and she’s my only breath, like if I stop, I’ll cease to exist.
My hands grip her hips, claws biting through the fabric. She’s in my lap, tight against me, and I can’t let go because part of me still believes she’ll vanish if I do.
The world spins around me.
Everything is her. Her taste. Her scent. Her virae pressed hot and soaked to my fur. (Pussy.)
Sael?n. Kaemorin. MINE.
I break the kiss only because I have to breathe, and even then, I can’t pull away. My forehead stays against hers, panting harshly.
“Andrik,” she whispers, fingers buried in my fur, my black fur, wrong and right all at once. “What do you need?”
You.
Everything.
Forever.
But the words won’t come, only Vraks?n spills from my lips.
“Kai’lunaeth ves morin. Thrahk—velorin—Sael?n—” (Your heat is destroying me. Fuck—you’re safe—soulmate.)
She cups my face and forces me to meet her eyes.
“I know I’m safe with you,” She says firmly. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m not scared. Tell me how to help.”
I try so hard to focus—to find the English through the haze of whatever this is, but all I manage is, “You—thrahk—need to taste you—”
Her eyes darken.
“Then taste me.”
I don’t need to be told twice.
I shift her from my lap, lowering her to the pallet. Her back hits the furs, and she giggles. Thal?n, that sound.
Her legs fall open as my body covers hers. One hand digs into the moss beside her, claws gouging deep enough to keep them off her skin. The blue flames dance around us, casting shadows across her flesh.
She’s still wearing my shirt with nothing else beneath it.
I drag a single claw slowly down the center, and the fabric parts like it was never meant to be whole.
Her breasts spill free, perfect teardrops that rise and fall with her quickening breaths.
Her nipples are a shade darker than her skin, light bronze, peaked and hard, begging for my mouth.
They’d fill a human’s hand, but in mine? They’d look breakable.
Kaemorin ves’tharl. Kaemorin ves’thrak. (Mine to worship. Mine to ruin.)
She’s completely bare beneath me now.
Thal?n. This is all for me.
“Andrik?” she breathes. There’s a tremble in her voice. I realize I’ve been staring.
“Beautiful,” I rasp. “You’re so beautiful, Lumi.”
I cup her breasts, and she moans, arching into my palms. They’re so soft, like nothing I’ve ever held—the perfect weight in my calloused hands.
I brush my thumbs over them, and she whimpers. The sound goes straight to my cock.
“Andrik, please, more.”
I pinch them softly and pull toward me, watching the way her face lights up from pleasure.
And that scent, vel’saev, it’s getting stronger.
She’s soaking the furs, giving off more with every touch.
All I can focus on is the way she’s falling apart beneath hands that were made to ruin her slowly.
I drag my tongue over her nipple, circling it lazily before sucking it between my lips.
She lets out the prettiest sound I've ever heard, so I do it again, and again just to hear it.
“Just like that, Andrik!” she arches and begs for more. My hand finds her other breast, thumb and forefinger pinching softly. She pulls desperately at my fur.
“More, I need more.”
I switch sides, lavishing the same attention on her right breast, sucking her greedily until she’s panting. Until her thighs are trembling, and my vision blurs.
My fangs graze her nipple, and she gasps, “Andrik—I need—”
“I know, snowdrop.” My voice is barely recognizable. “I’m going to give you everything you need.”
The firelight catches every curve. Every inch of pale skin flushed with heat. This is mine. This is all mine.
“Itra’saev kai’saelith. Ves’morra narh kaev?n.” (You summoned me with your scent, and my cock aches to serve you.)
I’ve waited thousands of years for this moment. I’m going to savor every second.
I kiss along her ribs, slowly dragging my tongue over each curve. She tastes like snow and salt.
“Andrik.” Her voice is breathy.
“I love the way your heart beats under my tongue...” My mouth finds her stomach, soft and perfect. I press kisses across her belly, and the muscles flutter under my lips. “But it's your whimpers I want carved into my bones.”
I grab her hips, claws pricking into the soft flesh just enough to leave crescent moons that whisper: claimed, worshipped, mine. I want to keep her naked and marked forever.
Her fingers pull on me so hard it would hurt if I didn't want every second of it.
I kiss the curve of her hip, then lower, following the path my hands make as they slide down to her thighs.
“You feel so good,” she gasps.
“I will give you everything. Just a little longer... please? I never thought I’d get this.”
Her thighs fall open wider. I kiss the inside of her left thigh, then her right.
The scent is overwhelming now, so sweet my mouth waters.
I’ve never wanted anything more in my entire existence.
“Andrik.” Her hips shift, seeking more. “Please.” Her voice cracks.
I breathe across her lunhae. Just a whisper of air over her vaeliss?n, and she bucks—a broken sound tears from her throat.
“Let me show you how good it feels when you don't have to be the strong one.”
“I can’t—it’s too much—I need—”
I lower my mouth to taste her, and the world falls away.
Sweet, gods, I groan against her. I sound like an animal, but I can’t help it.
My tongue slides through her swollen lunhae. She tastes better than anything I could have imagined. Better than the scent. Better than the drops on my fingers.
“You taste so thrahking good.” The words are muffled against her. I can’t pull away. I lick her again, and again, drinking her down like I’m dying of thirst.
She keeps squirming away, so I reach up with one hand and press my palm flat against her abdomen, pinning her in place. “Stop running from it,” my mouth drags over her again. “Be good for me, Sael?n. Take what I'm giving you.”
Her hands slide to my antlers and stroke. I gasp against her core. My whole head sways from the sensitivity. “Thral’nai vel’kaev?n. Nai’morin, Sael?n.” (Stroke my crown like you stroke my cock, soulmate.)
“Andrik! Yes—don’t stop—”
My tongue finds her clit, and she sobs something unintelligible.
I circle it, flick it, suck it gently between my fangs while she moans my name.
Saelith’s everywhere. Coating my tongue, filling my mouth, seeping into every nerve.
I’m beyond drunk, and she’s the only thing keeping me tethered.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
I slide my tongue inside her, and her walls clench around me. "So thrahking perfect, my love.” Thrahk’nai, I want to be inside her. Want to feel her wrapped around my kaev?n. I want to claim her completely.
But—
I pull back slightly, panting against her virae. My thoughts are hazy, but somewhere through the fog, reality cuts through. I look down at myself, then at her.
She’s small. So delicate and human.
And I’m... not.
My kaev?n is straining against my pants, thick and aching. Far too large for her to take without preparation.
I’ll hurt her.
“Lumi,” I rasp. “Snowdrop, I need to—”
She’s writhing on the furs, her eyes closed, her hands stroking up and down my antlers.
“Please,” she gasps, “stop teasing me.”
“I’m not.” I press my forehead to her hip, trying to breathe. “But I’m too—you’re not—I need to prepare you first.”
She whimpers in frustration, and I hate that I have to make her wait. That I wasn’t made to fit her.
“Then do it,” she begs. “Whatever you need to do… just—please—”
I slide one finger inside her slowly, and she gasps, her body clenches around me instantly.
Thrahk. She's so tight.
“More,” she here, her hips rolling against my hand.
I add a second finger, stretching her carefully, and she moans a broken, desperate sound that makes my kaev?n throb.
I curl my fingers, searching, angling until—
“Right there!” She cries out, back arching off the furs.
There.
I stroke that spot inside her again and again, watching her thighs tremble. Her hands fist the moss beside her head.
“That's it, snowdrop,’ I murmur against her. “Let me feel you.”
My thumb finds her clit, circling in time with my fingers thrusting inside her, and tears start spilling down her face. Her walls start to pulse around my fingers, and I can't understand anything she's moaning.
“Come on my fingers, Sael?n.” I rasp.
“Don't hold it in. Let go. Give it to me. I want it all.”
Her orgasm crashes through her. She clenches around my fingers, pulsing wildly.
A snarl rises in my throat, and I can’t stop it. I grip her thigh and sink my fangs into the tender skin. She gasps, body jerking, and I groan as the thraev?n leaves my gums and slips into her bloodstream. (Venom.)
She doesn’t know what it’s doing to her, but she moans my name like it’s the only word she knows,
“Veyr’sal, Lumi, I rasp, breath ragged. “That’s it. Let it take you. Let me take you.”
I lick the bite closed, sealing it and tasting her blood mixed with saelith. The combination nearly destroys me.
I work her through it, fingers curling, thumb circling until she goes limp beneath me.
“What? Why—what did you do?” she pants.
“Thraev?n,” I murmur against her thigh, kissing the puncture marks. “Your body needs it. Mine aches to give it to you.”
Slowly, I pull my fingers free. They're soaked. She props herself up on her elbows as I bring them to my mouth to taste her again, her pupils blow wide.
“I feel—” she gasps. “Everything. It’s—I need—”
“Tell me what it feels like, Sael?n,” I growl. “Your body choosing me. My venom coursing through your veins.” I lick over the wound again, and she trembles.
“Veyl?n ves’thrae... look at you.” (Glowing from my bite.)
My voice drops. “Even your blood belongs to me now.”
I know she needs more. My fingers aren't enough, not for my kaev?n, especially if I want my kael?nrath inside her. (Knot.)
A wave of panic hits me. I have to stretch her more...
My tail. The thought surfaces through the haze. In my beast form, I have a thick, prehensile tail. Perfect for—
Can I shift just that part of me? I’ve never tried. I’ve never had a reason to.
But with her laid out before me, desperate for me to make it fit, I’ll try anything.
I close my eyes and focus on the shift, not my whole body, just there.
Heat ripples down my spine. Bones shift, and then, I feel it—my tail. I glance behind me, and it’s there, swishing back and forth, ready.
What if she hates this? What if it ruins everything?
“Andrik?” Her voice is uncertain. “What are you doing?”
I turn, my tail curls in between us.
“You’re going to use your tail?”
“If you’ll let me,” I rasp. “I need to stretch you, Sael?n. I won’t hurt you. Not ever. But I need you ready for me...”
She stares at it. Then at me. Then back at it.
What a stupid idea, of course, she wouldn’t want my tail inside her.
Her face flushes, and then her thighs fall open wider.
“Give me your tail, Bambi.”
“Thalún ves’vaira. Kae’sorin veskae. Virae’nai ves kai’mor?n,” (Let it be sacred. Let her stretch without breaking. Let her core remember who she belongs to.)