Chapter 33 She’ll Finally See
SHE’LL FINALLY SEE
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I told myself I'd stay away tonight, but the ache was unbearable. Something beyond my control dragged me through the snow until I found myself standing outside his cabin—where she is. My little Dove.
I wipe the condensation from the contact mic and press it closer to the glass. My breath fogs over the cold surface.
I just need to see her face for a minute, and then I'll go back to our cottage.
I peer through the window, and my heart drops.
She’s in his bedroom, and she’s—
No.
She’s touching him.
My hands curl into fists against the windowsill.
He's bound with the same vines he used at that circle back in the woods. They’re wrapped around his wrists, pulling his arms back to his antlers. His legs are spread wide, tied to the bedposts.
What the fuck is happening?
She crawls between his legs, trailing kisses down his chest and stomach, then slowly back up his body, licking those disgusting animal fangs.
I should be the one she’s touching—the one she's worshipping, not him.
She sinks lower. My stomach turns violently, and bile burns its way up my throat.
I squeeze my eyes shut for a second, and when I open them again, she's still there—kneeling for him, touching him like he's something precious.
He arches beneath her, head thrown back, mouth open as a snarl rips out of him. His whole body strains against the bindings.
This is who she's gentle for? He's a fucking monster.
The way she smiles up at him, like she's proud of what she's doing. That sweet smile was never meant for a creature like him. My chest throbs, like something is being peeled away layer by layer. I press the mic harder against the glass, white knuckling my grip, like it’ll change what’s happening on the other side of the window.
Her mouth wraps around his cock, and I fucking choke. She doesn't stop until he’s filling her mouth with his filthy beast seed.
His roar shakes the cabin to its foundation. His body jerks, and his head slams back into the wall as if he's lost all sense of himself. She swallows everything he gives her. Her eyes go hazy.
The vines snap, his hands come free, and he hauls her up against his chest and kisses her frantically.
I sag against the wall, breath coming too fast, vision tunneling.
She's only doing this because of whatever weird, alien shit he pumps into her. I've been watching long enough to understand.
It's a trick, not a bond. Why can't she see that?
He's corrupted her, confused her. Convinced her that she belongs to him when every cell in my body screams that she's mine.
“I'll fix this, Lumi,” I whisper, even though she can't hear me. My hand drifts to my backpack, fingers curling around the strap.
Bonds can be broken, Andrik. And voices... can be borrowed.
She trusts him now—which means she'll trust the sound of his voice coming from the dark.
I'll show her how much better I can love her.
She'll see. She'll finally see.
I pull away from the window and step back into the snow.
I don’t feel angry anymore. I feel focused. I've just gotta grab a few things, and I'll be back.
Soon you'll understand that you were always meant to be mine, Lumi.
Lumi-
I drift in and out of consciousness, wrapped in his warmth. His voice rumbles against my ear, Vraks?n that I don't fully understand, but I feel it in my bones.
“Velorin, Sael?n. Etra’kai l?n. Muska em veyr.” (Safe, Soulbond. Even if it kills me. The snow bows to you.)
His hand slides up, resting over my heart. “Virae ves Kaemorin.” (Your sacred core belongs to me.)
The words soothe something restless in me. The heat that was crawling under my skin settles.
His voice gets softer, “Ael'thra l?nha m?nhar?n.” (I wear your name inside me now.)
His nose brushes my temple, breath warm at the shell of my ear. “Veyr?n ves Sael?n, l?mina’thrae...” (The scent of our bond still clings to you, little soul.)
His voice lowers, and a purr slips out. “Even the light will know I've been yours.”
I don't hear anything after that, as I slip deeper into sleep, until I wake hours later, drenched in sweat. My skin is on fire, and my throat is dry. Every muscle aches like I've been running for miles. But it’s not fatigue weighing me down, it’s an unrelenting need.
The heat that his voice soothed earlier—it’s back, and much worse than before. It worms its way through my blood.
My body wasn't meant for whatever this is.
It pulses low in my belly, molten and heavy, spreading through my veins like accelerant.
I press my thighs together, trying to ease the throbbing.
It doesn't help. My body craves him. Every nerve is alive and oversensitive.
The sheet against my skin feels like sandpaper, but when my hand brushes his fur, relief floods through me.
Fuck.
I shift slightly, and that alone nearly has me in tears.
I need him. We don't have to consummate the bond... but we have to do something.
I glance down at his face, and he looks so peaceful. His breathing is slow and steady—for the first time since we've met, he's actually resting. One of his arms is draped over my waist like he can't stand to let me go, even in his dreams.
I can't wake him up. He needs sleep, but I'm burning. Sweat drips down my spine, and I can't bite back the groans anymore.
“I'm sorry,” I whisper, so quietly he won't hear. “But I can't stand it any longer.”
I'll be back before he wakes up. I just need to cool down.
Wood creaks softly as I shift, untangling myself from his arms. He coils around my pillow without waking, clutching it like he needs something—anything—to hold. I ease off the bed and sneak into the bathroom.
Cool water spills from the faucet in a steady stream, hitting the tub with a soft splash.
It feels even warmer in here than it did a second ago, like the heat’s seeping from under my skin and drifting into the air.
I barely get the latch open on the window before cold air rushes in.
It skims over my skin, raising goosebumps everywhere it kisses.
I could moan from the relief. I find a little jar of crushed herbs that he’s used before and toss a handful into the water.
The scent rises in slow spirals, like a garden after rain.
I lower myself slowly, hissing as the cold laps over my scorched skin. My head rests against the back of the tub, and my eyes fall shut.
“You look miserable, Sael?n.” Andrik’s voice rings through the silence, and I almost jump out of my own skin. “Keep your eyes closed for me.”
I do.
The chill leaking through the window ghosts over my damp skin. My fingers grip the porcelain lip.
“It’s just me, Lumi,” he reassures me. “I didn’t want to leave you alone.”
His voice is closer now, less like it’s coming through my ears, and more like it’s threading straight into my skull.
“Your heat is starting, and you shouldn't have to face it on your own.”
I sit up slightly, water sloshing at my sides.
“I thought you were sleeping? I didn't mean to wake you.” I mumble through chattering teeth.
“I was,” his voice is softer now. “But I felt the moment your fever struck.”
My thighs squeeze together under the water.
“I shouldn't have let you suffer this long,” he murmurs. “Even if I can’t give you everything yet, I can still soothe the fire under your skin. What do you say, Sael?n?”
I’ve never wanted to kiss a man more.
I nod slowly. My heart wants to believe he’ll make it better. My body already does. But nothing will help except the one thing we can’t do.
“Do you wanna play a game, love?” He rasps, voice dropping low enough to tremble the water.
“What kind of game?”
“How about some roleplay?”
Oh, that’s new?
“But I thought you wanted me to keep my eyes closed?”
“I do, Lumi. If you open them, the game is over.”
“... Okay?”
“I want you to call me Tyrian.”
“Is that a Vraks?n word?”
“…Yes.” He chuckles quietly. “It means purple.”
I smile faintly. “Okay... Tyrian”
He exhales shakily.
“Perfect, Sael?n. Such a good girl for me,” he rasps.
Something inside me awakens under his praise.
“Here’s what I want you to do for me. Are you listening, love?”
“You sound a little funny,” I murmur. “Are you okay?”
“It’s your heat,” he says hoarsely. “It’s hard to breathe around you, when I can scent how much you want me.”
“Right. Sometimes I forget that it affects you too.”
“That’s okay. This is all new to both of us.” He reassures me.
“I can’t hold you right now, thal’morin. So I need you to touch yourself for me. Let me guide you, and I promise I’ll make you come with just my voice.”
Chills race up my spine. My hands slide along my stomach, unsure whether I’m following him or myself.
“I want you to spread your legs for me,” He chokes out.
Heat licks up my thighs. I hesitate—but I do it. They part beneath the water, aching for his touch.
“There you are. My perfect girl,” he whispers. “Now tell me... does the fever ease when you hear my voice?”
“A little,” I lie. I want it to. God, I want it to. But the cramps only deepen.
He hums thoughtfully, “Then I’ll talk you through it. Every second. I won’t stop until you feel better.”
My breath catches.
“Touch yourself. Slowly. Like I would.”
My fingers dip between my thighs. The water sloshes quietly as I shift. He groans softly.
“Fuck. Just like that, Lumi. Slow circles. Think of my hands instead of yours. My tongue.”
My fingers twitch. I press harder
“Does it feel good, Sael?n? Do you wish it were my fingers instead? Me kneeling beside the tub, touching you, feeling you tremble?”
A whimper slips out. “Yes...”
“I’d be so gentle,” he purrs. “Until you begged me not to be.”
A sharp gasp escapes me.
“I’d spread your thighs apart and bury my tongue in your pretty little pussy until you forgot your own name,” he growls. “Only my name on your lips.”
Holy shit, did he just say pussy? Hearing Andrik say dirty words in English was not on my bingo card for 2026. Usually, I can't understand most of what he's saying because he slips so deep into Vraks?n when he’s horny.