Chapter 46 #2
His mouth closes over my clit and sucks hard. I nearly collapse. His hands slide up my body—one cupping my breast, the other gripping my hip, guiding my movements.
“That's it. Use me, little mate,” he groans beneath me. “I was made for this. Just to worship you like the fucking animal I am.”
His tongue works relentlessly, every flick and suck sending me into ecstasy until my legs are shaking around him. So sensitive. I try to rise, to ease the pressure, but he growls and pulls me tighter.
“Don't run,” he rasps. “You wanted this. You need this. So fucking take it, Lumi.”
His claws dig in—just enough to make me gasp—and then he’s devouring me again, like he'd tear the skin off his bones just to keep tasting me.
I rock my hips, grinding against his mouth, finding the perfect angle.
“Hold on to me,” he pants. “Grab my antlers, baby. I'm nothing but a vessel for your pleasure.”
His tongue flattens against me, licking in long strokes before sliding inside me. His hand tightens on my breast, thumb rubbing over my nipple over and over until my body is covered in goosebumps.
My fingers reach up, curling around the icy arcs of his antlers. The second I touch them, he moans.
“I belong under you,” he chokes. “Always have.”
I grind harder, chasing the edge, using his face like the altar it is.
He growls louder than I've ever heard, and the vibration pushes me over. My fingers fall from his crown, clutching at his hair, holding him in place as I cry out. My climax rips through me like wildfire.
He doesn't stop. Even as I collapse against the headboard, he keeps licking me through it. My head is still swimming when his hands slip to my waist, guiding me into his lap as he sits up against the pillows.
His mouth is glistening, completely soaked with me. I lean forward, unable to stop myself. My tongue traces the seam of his lips, tasting myself on his skin.
His entire body jerks backward. A choked whimper claws up his throat.
“You—” he pants, eyes wide. “You don't even know what you do to me, Lumi.”
He pulls me flush against him, rutting his cock through my slickness in lazy, perfect passes. The pressure on my clit is maddening.
“Let me in,” he rasps. “Let me in, baby.”
One of his hands cradles my face, the other grips my hip, rolling me harder against him.
“Feels so good,” he moans as his head drops back to the headboard. “You’re so ready. Need to come like this. Against you. For you.”
“Please,” I whisper. “Just put it in.”
He groans like he's in pain, forehead falling against my shoulder.
“Say it again,” he pleads. “Thal?n, baby, say it again.”
“Put. It. In.” I gasp. “I can't wait anymore.”
His hips roll again, harder this time. He angles himself perfectly, dragging the blunt, slick head right against where I'm aching.
“This is worth everything,” he rasps. “I don't care what it costs me. I don't care if it kills me. I just want you to use me until there's nothing left.”
My vision goes soft at the edges. I sink down, chasing the feel of him, desperate for more.
“Your body knows who I am. Doesn't it?” He growls.
“Yes. Of course it does—now fuck me, Andrik.”
He growls, reaching between us to guide himself to my entrance.
CRACK.
The sound tears through the room like an explosion. For half a second, I think it came from me, but then the world splits open.
BOOM.
The entire cottage groans, an unnatural pressure buckling through the walls.
The fire snaps sideways, sending a constellation of embers raining down over the bed as a violent gust of air howls in.
With a low, protective rumble, he tucks me underneath him, shielding me with the sheer breadth of his shoulders, his beautiful white fur catching the orange light until he looks like he’s glowing from the inside out.
“I’ve got you,” he murmurs. ‘Nothing is going to touch you, Lumi. Not the fire. Not the dark. Not him.”
A blinding rush of snow and wind rushes through the room as the wall to my left is ripped clean away.
Wood splinters. Birch beams shriek and snap. A low, feral growl coils around the wreckage like smoke, deeper than any sound a human throat could make.
“Get away from her!”
I scream, jerking away from Andrik—except—Andrik is also standing across the room.
My mind goes white. I look from the bed to the other, my head whipping back and forth until the world begins to spin.
Two of them. There are two of them?
The massive Rhavari glaring at us from the missing wall is a vision of slaughter. His white fur is matted with dark, frozen blood. His antlers are lowered, his chest heaving with fury. His eyes are blazing with feral, incandescent light.
“What?” I can’t breathe. The room feels like a coffin. “How—Andrik?”
The one in the doorway roars.
The sound is devastating—a primal soul-shaking bellow that shatters the remaining windowpanes and makes the floorboards jump.
“Lumi, stay behind me,” the one on the bed says, his voice shaking. “Don’t look at it. It’s a trick.”
“Trick?” the other Andrik’s voice booms. He takes a step onto the splintered wood, his claws gouging the floor. “You wore my skin to touch my soul. You crawled into my life like a parasite. And now, you will die in it.”