Chapter 48 #2
Vaelis floods my mouth, and I drink it down like a man dying of thirst. I work her clit with my tongue—circling, flicking, sucking until she’s buckling on top of me.
“Itra’velis kai’sael?n” I hum. (You’re dripping for your mate.)
I lift her again, muscles bulging under my white fur. She can see them—can see exactly how hard I’m working to make her come on my tongue.
“Let me feel it run down my throat,” I snarl. “So I never forget how you taste when you come for your rh?en’ka.”
Her thighs clamp around my head. Her fingers pull at my antlers. Her whole body goes taut.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” She moans with a broken cry, her release coating my tongue.
I lick every drop she makes for me until she’s boneless and panting above me.
One of my arms slides around her back, the other cradles her hips to keep her close as I lean forward carefully, lowering her toward the ground.
I lick her through the entire descent, slow, languid strokes that make her whimper and writhe in my grip.
Her thighs tremble against my shoulders as I ease her down onto the plush bed of moss beneath us.
The sound of her slickness still thick in my ears.
"Veyr'nes delora," I groan against her. (You are delicious.) "Veyr'thrae kael ael'mira." (Your taste is mine alone.)
The forest responds.
Frostvines emerge from the moss like they've been waiting for her.
They slither up her arms, stretching them above her head, wrists bound together. Another twines beneath her thighs, and curls around her calves, spreading her slowly like they're offering her to me.
She gasps and throws her head back onto the moss.
“Andrik, what's —”
“The forest knows,” I rasp against her, my tongue still working her swollen flesh. “It knows that you're mine. That you’re ours.”
She shivers, thighs parting wider as the vines stretch her open. I groan when I pull back and see her pink flesh dripping with nectar that glistens in the moonlight.
My knot is starting to swell, throbbing with each one of her gasps. I shift on my knees, trying to ease the pressure, but it only makes it worse. My hips jerk forward, involuntarily searching for her, and I hiss through my teeth.
I won't give in until she’s ready. I force myself to focus on her, but gods, it's getting harder to think.
I lick her faster, desperate to distract myself, to lose myself instead of the unbearable ache between my legs.
The tips of the vines start to bloom. Small clusters of frostberries unfurl from their stems, blushing blue and pink.
I stare as they continue to emerge near her thighs, her wrists, all around her bound form.
I reach beside her, fingers grazing the frostvines near her hip. Their skin is tight, gleaming with dew, the size of small strawberries. I've never seen them grow like this before.
“Look at what the forest gives you,” I murmur. “Even it wants to feed you to me. ”
I stroke one berry, and it hums with power—thrumming against my fingertips like it knows what I plan to do.
I blow across them in a soft , shimmering exhale, and frost spreads over their surface, sparkling like crystal. Just one,” I rasp, lifting it to her entrance. “Let me feed from you, Sael?n. Let me taste what the forest made for us.”
“What are you doing?” Her eyes darken, thighs twitching against the vines.
“Trust me, lumina’ka.” I slowly press the first berry inside her.
Then another. And another.
Each one is cool and perfect as it slips into her slick heat, stretching her. Her hips buck, trying to grind down, and my kaev?n leaks at the sight.
“Andrik, they feel so good.”
I growl low in my chest, watching the way her body flutters around the berries. Hints of periwinkle and blush peek at me when I press the last one inside.
I drag my thumb through the mess between her thighs, then I press it against her lips.
“Taste how sweet you are when you bloom for me.”
She sucks my thumb into her mouth, moaning around it.
I lean closer, tongue flicking out to lap at her clit. I nudge the berries deeper with two fingers, curling them just enough to make her cry out.
“You're taking them so sweetly,” I whisper, fangs grazing the inside of her thigh. “Now let me have them back.”
“Please, Andrik.”
“Say it?” I smirk, kissing her other thigh. “Tell me how you want me to take them out, little one.”
She nods.
“With your mouth,” she breathes. “I want to feel it. All of it.”
“Feel what, baby?” I whisper. “Use your words.”
“Feel you suck them out of me,” she whimpers. “Bite into them while they’re soaked in me. I want your tongue. Your mouth. I want you everywhere.”
I groan, visibly shaking now.
“You're thrahking perfect,” I growl. “You have no idea how my body aches for you.”
Her hips lift—offering herself to me.
I lower my mouth again, tongue spearing between her swollen lips, teasing the berries. I work one to the edge, flicking it forward with my tongue until it pops free.
I suck it into my mouth, bite it in half—juice running down my chin. I moan as her arousal, and the sweet, frozen juice of the berry, explode on my tongue. “Our flavors belong together,” I pant against her, licking her open again.
“Virae’nai ves Sael?n. Thrae’salmoa vaelis.” (Your taste is my soulbond’s truth. I could live forever on your sweetness.)
“More,” she pleads. “Please, Andrik. Again.”
“I'll take every last one,” I purr. “And then I'm going to fill you all over again. With my tongue. With my knot. With everything I am.”
I delve deeper, tongue curling around the next berry, then another. Each one is sweeter than the last, drenched in her heat. I drag the last berry forward slowly, savoring the way she begs incoherently, fingers tangling desperately in my fur.
My kaev?n is leaking steadily. I rut softly against the ground, but it only makes it worse.
“Lumi, my knot is swelling so full—already trying to lock us together.” I grit out.
“I want it inside of me... now, Andrik.”
“You’ll have it,” I promise. “Every inch. As many times as you want. But first—” I kiss up her stomach, fangs leaving tiny love-bites along her ribs. “I need to taste all of you.”
I suck her nipple into my mouth. She cries out, hips bucking against nothing. The vines holding her tighten, spreading her wider, and I watch—thrahking mesmerized—as smaller tendrils arise from the moss beneath her.
They trail up the inside of her thighs before one presses delicately against her entrance. Another joins, slick with her arousal, nudging along the first.
She gasps. “What are they doing?”
I groan around her nipple. They braid together, then slip inside her.
“Andrik!”
“I see it, kai’saela,” I rasp, switching to her other breast. “Veyl?n’kai.” (Feel this. Let it take care of you.)
The first two vines begin to move inside her. Stretching her from within while I suck and kiss her chest. My tongue traces circles around her nipple while my hand palms the other, thumbing the soft swell. The vines push deeper.
“Fates, look at you,” I grunt, watching her body arch into it. “I should get on my knees and pray to the mess you’re making on those vines.”
A third vine joins the others. They move together—pumping in and out of her in a rhythm that makes my knot pulse with jealousy. Her fingers twitch above her head where the vines hold them.
That should be me. That should be my cock inside her.
The logical part of my brain knows she needs to be stretched... even as it kills me.
“Andrik,” she moans. “I’m so full—”
I freeze. Teeth scraping against her nipple, breath ragged, every muscle locking up.
I pull back enough to look at her—at the way the vines move into her slick heat, at the way her thighs shake.
“They’re only doing what I wish I could do,” I pant, tongue dragging up the column of her neck. “I’d crawl inside you if I could. Fill you everywhere. But they’ll have to do until I can take you myself.”
I press a kiss to her heart. Then another. Then bite. I purr softly as her skin gives under my fangs. “Your heart beats so loud for me, snowdrop,” I whisper. “It calls me home.”
She moans wildly beneath me. The vines start twisting, coaxing her wider.
Her eyes flutter closed.
“Tell me, Sael?n,” I whisper, hand slipping down her stomach, finding her clit, “Do they make you feel good?”
She nods desperately.
“Do they fill you the way you need?”
“Almost,” she gasps. “But I need—”
“What?” I rasp. “Say it. Tell me what you need.”
“You,” she cries. “I need you, Andrik.”
“Come for me,” I rasp against her skin. “Show me how the forest makes you feel. And then—” My thumb circles her swollen clit, slow and worshipful. “Then I’ll show you how I make you feel.”
The vines thrust deeper. My thumb presses harder.
“Andrik, I’m—I’m—”
“Going to break for your rh?en’ka, aren’t you?” I growl. “Like the good little forest offering you are?”
She shatters.
Her scream rips through the grove so loudly that even the gods bow. “F—fuck, I’m yours,” she moans. “I’ll only ever come like this for you.”
Saelith floods around the vines thrusting inside her. I keep rubbing her clit until her hips stop twitching, and her gasps fade into soft, ruined whimpers.
Her thighs tremble. The vines still pulse inside her.
I howl, unable to resist it any longer. I slide up between her legs and cradle her back, lifting her gently from the moss; her bindings fall away. She cries out as the vines shift inside her from the movement.
“Still so full,” I breathe, dragging my lips along her jaw. “Gods, they’re keeping you ready for me, aren’t they?”
Her legs fall open wider, limp over my thighs, her arms wrapping around my neck. We’re face-to-face now. Her eyes dark and dazed from pleasure.
“Lumi—” My voice breaks. “Please, I need—”
“What?”
“Touch it,” I rasp. Taking her hand in mine. “Please, Sael?n. I need you to feel what you do to me.”
I guide her palm between us until her fingers wrap around the thick, swollen base of my cock.
“You poor thing,” she gasps. “Andrik, it’s so—”