Chapter 30 Carve Your Name Into Me
CARVE YOUR NAME INTO ME
Andrik-
“Keep walking, Lumi,” I call out as she moves forward. “One more step and I’ll shove you against that wall and lick the fight right out of you. Thrae’nai ves sael?n.” (Your body knows its mate.)
She pauses. Glances over her shoulder, then dares one more step as the corner of her lips lifts in a smirk.
Vines whip up from the stair banister—slick with frost. They slither like serpents, slow and sentient, binding her wrists before she can wiggle free.
One yanks her forward. She gasps.
I’m behind her in an instant, mouth at her neck, claws pricking through my fingertips.
“You made it so far, Sael?n. Thrae’vesin kai’narh.” (Almost escaped me.)
I pin her against the banister, her chest flattens against the frost-laced wood, breath fogging the surface.
One of my hands fists the hair at her nape, the other presses to her lower back, holding her in place.
She’s so thrahking hot I can feel it burning through her shirt—her heat is starting to take hold.
Her hips writhe. “Thal’vesin, Sael?n,” I murmur against her ear. (Be still, soulmate.)
The vines obey, curling around her inner thighs, spreading them wider with agonizing slowness, holding her open for me.
Thal?n, help me.
I can see everything. The way her body trembles. How wet she already is—slick and glistening, vaeliss?n dripping down her inner thighs. Her skin is flushed pink, radiating so much heat that makes my eirvaen hum in response. I’m the only thing cold enough to soothe her. (frost magic.)
My claws dig into the banister, wood cracks beneath my grip. The scent of her, sweet and desperate, floods my lungs until I can barely think past the hunger clawing through me.
She’s trembling so hard the vines have to tighten to keep her steady. Her hips roll, seeking friction... seeking me,
“Kaemorin,” I rasp, barely holding back. “Keep fighting, and I’ll bend you over this railing and let the forest hear how sweetly you beg.”
I lean in closer and whisper just above her ear, “Say the word, Sael?n. One word and I’ll stop. I’ll cut you free. I’ll let you go, even if it breaks me.”
She doesn‘t tell me to stop. Instead, she turns her head and bares her throat.
The air bends around me as frost curls from the floor, spiraling up my arm in silver ribbons of ice.
This time, I shape it differently. Longer and smoother, not a blade, a gift for my mate. “Luvar’kael ves’morin,” I murmur. (Pleasure made from me for you alone.)
The icicle curves as it forms, humming faintly with the magic in my bones. Cold coats its tip, but heat pulses deep within.
I run a palm down its length, dragging my eirvaen through the center until it pulses like a heartbeat.
“I’ll stop,” I rasp, pressing the weight of my body against hers. “But this is your last chance, Lumi. Tell me now."
Silence. Not a single thrahking word.
“Kaelrin veskae, sael?n.” (The gods are watching, mate.)
I slide the ice slowly down her back. I pause at the base of her spine.
“Tell me,” I murmur.
She groans. “Tell you what?”
“Tell me who I am to you.Vraks?n ael’thra ves kaemorin.” (Speak the old tongue and mark me yours.)
"Really, Andrik? Now?” She whines.
My jaw tightens. Internally, I howl in frustration. I let her watch as the icicle falls and shatters on the stairs below us, ice fractals like crystals against the wood.
“Wanna try again?” I ask—the beast inside purrs with satisfaction. “Kael’vesin narh ves’thra, sael?n.” (I have all the time in the world for this, mate.)
Iridescent flurries swirl around my wrist until I have another icicle in my palm. She watches it form, and I feel her pulse spike through the bond.
“Well, I’m waiting?” I murmur, dragging the tip between her thighs. My other hand stays braced on her back.
“Veyr’thalin etra’saev, kaemorin veskae.” (Sacred blood remembers, and you are mine.)
Her thighs twitch. She makes a sound I feel in my kaev?n—like a sob and a plea folded into one.
“Say it for me, and I won’t stop until the last sliver of ice melts.”
“You’re my mate.”
“In Vraks?n," I growl. "Tell me in my tongue. Our tongue,” I say, as I slide the ice once through her lunhae—teasing through her slickness. The cold makes her gasp.
She cries out: “Sael?n. You’re my Sael?n, Andrik.”
And gods, the way she says it—breathless and broken—I’m going to melt right along with this icicle.
“Kai’velorin ves’thral,” I rasp against her neck. (You undo me completely.)
The edge kisses her entrance, and she whimpers. Her body is so hot it starts melting on contact. I push it into her, slowly, watching her body adjust to the temperature. She clenches around it, and I nearly lose my mind.
“Tell me you don’t want this, Lumi,” I ask as I thrust the ice in and out of her, slow and controlled. Her heat melts it inch by inch, sending trickles of frost water dripping down my wrist—warm from her body, cold from mine.
She arches into me instead.
I press deeper, guiding every inch with my hand, the other tightening around her hips to help guide her down.
I lower my mouth to her neck, my fangs barely graze the skin where her pulse pounds. “You’re kaemroin,” I growl. “Even if you pretend you’re not. Even if you try to run. This body—this heat—it knows.”
“Andrik, faster. Please.” She moans.
“Veyr’luvar kai’morin,” I growl. (You beg so sweetly for me.)
My hand moves faster, thrusting the ice deeper. Her walls squeeze around it, trying to hold onto something that’s melting with every stroke.
“That’s it, Sael?n. Take all of it for me. That’s my thal’kisha.” I praise.
Her skin is burning hotter now—the heat consuming her.
I’m so hard it’s painful, but all I care about is her feeling every ounce of pleasure she deserves. To keep her mind turned off for as long as I can keep her body sated.
“Andrik, please, I want you, not just the ice,” she whines. Frost-laced vines curl higher, coolness dancing across her fevered skin. They move slowly, back and forth, teasing over her nipples.
“I can’t take anymore,” she moans.
“Kael’tharvin ves’morin,” I murmur against her neck. (You can take everything I give you.)
I let go of her lower back and reach around her front. The moment I touch her kaelinae, she jerks. I massage slow circles. “That’s it. Let it soothe you.”
“What do you think, Lumi?" I chuckle softly, feeling her pulse racing beneath my fingers. “I think you like when I cage you. Velorin ves’thral kai’morin.” (Safe in my hold, and you know it.)
“Andrik, please unbind one of my wrists?” She pleads between moans.
My claws flex. The darker part inside of me roars to keep her bound and helpless, but she asked so sweetly.
The vines slowly unwind from her left wrist. She reaches behind herself and grabs onto my thigh. Her palm burns through my pants—so thrahking hot I hiss. Her nails dig in, and it shoots straight to my kaev?n.
She pushes and pulls against my leg, using it as leverage to work herself faster over the icicle. Using me—using my body to get what she needs.
“Thal’kisha,” I praise.
“So—so close,” she whimpers.
My fangs extend fully, piercing my bottom lip. Blood pools on my tongue, and my vision tunnels—everything goes red at the edges.
The need to bite her crashes through me.
The bond cries out, a sharp wail in my chest. I tear through the banister. Verglas erupts from me, drowning the room in stalactites made of rime.
The vines cease their movement. The icicle stills inside her.
“Andrik—what—” She twists against the railing, trying to move. “No, don’t you dare—”
I pull the ice free, watching it drip and melt in my palm. Her entire body trembles with denied release.
“Thral’vesin, Sael?n,” I murmur, releasing the vines from her wrists and thighs. (Patience, soulmate.)
She spins on me the second she’s free, eyes blazing. “Are you kidding me right now?”
I scoop her up before she can bolt—one arm under her knees, the other around her back.
Her skin is so thrahking warm against my chest, I groan. “Gods, you’re so hot. Do you know what that does to me? Your heat against my cold. It drives me thrahking insane, Lumi.”
“Put me down, Andrik. I swear to God—”
“You’ll what?” I start down the stairs, taking them slowly.
“I’ll—I won’t touch you ever again. Ever.”
I can’t help the dark laugh that escapes me. “You were just begging me not to stop.”
“That was before you—” She smacks my chest. “You can‘t just—this is messed up, and you know it.”
Another smack.
“Put. Me. Down.”
I pause mid-step, looking down at her flushed, furious, little face. “Kai’luvar narh velorin,” I say softly. (Your pleasure is safe with me.)
“Oh, save your cryptic winter beast bullshit right now—”
A vine rises from the handrail, curving toward her mouth.
Her eyes widen. “Don’t you dare—”
It firmly wraps across her lips enough to muffle her thrae’vireth. (Sharp tongue.)
She makes an outraged sound against it, glaring at me.
“Thal’kisha,” I praise, voice dropping. “Much better.”
I carry her into the living room. The fire crackles low, casting shadows across the walls.
The second I set her down, new vines rise from the floorboards—wrapping around her wrists, pulling them behind her back. Another curls around her waist, holding her in place.
The one across her mouth stays over her lips. Her eyes follow me as I move, tracking me as I move around the room.
“I’m going to make this perfect for you,” I murmur, walking toward the hallway. “Velorin kai’thra ves’morin, thaelirae” (Every detail matters when it comes to you, craved one.)
A vine slithers up her inner thigh. Her breath hitches behind the gag.
I pull the floor-length mirror from the wall—frost already creeping against its gilded frame. I carry it back and position it in front of the fireplace, angling it just right.
Another vine joins the first between her thighs, teasing over her kaelinae.
“Thal’vesin,” I remind her softly as I move to the closet. (Be still.)
She makes a muffled sound of protest.