Chapter 7 #2
It’s a frenzy of fiery devotion, our existence joining as one.
I can feel you in my mind, I breathe, igniting a mental connection that I didn’t know was possible.
Because you just made me your mate, Maliki replies via the same channel, his voice a low purr that has me clenching my legs around him.
He spins us and sits up, my chest to his, our mouths brushing but no longer engaging. Probably because I’m too busy exhaling a gasp at what he just did.
Yet he’s still inside me.
Still pulsing.
“Ride me,” he demands. “Make me come again in this sweet pussy, Sera. Keep me where I belong for hours.”
His mind helps me understand what he’s saying—his cum. I didn’t swallow before. So he’s going to ensure he fills me up in a way that forces me to feel his claim for days.
“Not days, mate,” he says against my mouth. “For fucking eternity.”
His tongue slides between my lips before I can reply, his hips punching into mine and forcing me to accept every inch of him while his cock begins to vibrate.
Stars, those tattoos of his are going to drive me mad.
And I can’t wait.
I love the vibrations pulsating between my thighs, the way his movements make me feel, how beautifully we fit together.
Rather than think about my inexperience or question his wish for me to ride him, I simply follow my instincts and move.
I writhe.
I moan.
I nip at his lips.
I suck on his tongue.
I press my breasts to him, wrap my arms around his shoulders, and show him with my body that I never intend to let him go.
He’s mine, just like he said.
But I’m also his.
I feel it deep down, our link solidifying more and more with each stroke inside me.
He’s branding me with his energy, swathing me in his scent, and owning me with his touch.
“Maliki,” I breathe.
“Sera,” he returns. Then sinks his teeth into my neck. There’s no notice. No warning. No asking. He simply marks me for a third time.
Because he knows this is who we’re meant to be together.
Time is irrelevant.
This is about fate. Our destiny as one. Our unique connection that no one else will ever understand.
Except maybe Morpheus and Hades.
But I don’t think about them right now.
This moment is for Maliki. For me. For us.
It’s a memory that’s all mine. Not tainted by my Omega past. Only my history with Maliki… as Sera.
His mouth captures mine once more, the taste of my blood disappearing beneath our mutual arousal.
His hands roam over me, stroking my breasts, my sides, disappearing between my thighs to touch my clit.
All while I ride him. All while our bond firms into an impenetrable link. All while I lose myself in this euphoric embrace.
“Be a good girl and come on my cock, trouble,” he tells me. “I want to feel that tight cunt squeeze me while I continue fucking you.”
I shudder, his words stoking my inner fire as his tattoos writhe inside me. Thrumming harshly. Demanding… demanding that I…
A scream escapes me as an avalanche of sensation roars through me.
The world goes dark.
My limbs cease to function.
And I swear I’ve suddenly learned how to fly.
But as my back lands on something soft, I know I’m still with Maliki. Still in the bed in that cave. In the Rutting Grounds. In the maze.
His body is moving almost violently against mine.
My hands suddenly bound over my head.
His shadowy tendrils are everywhere. His body is overpowering mine. His cock feels even larger. So many crazy feelings. So much heat. So intensely right…
Maliki drives me over another cliff, one I didn’t even realize I was nearing until suddenly I’m falling.
He catches me with his tongue, his kiss anchoring me in reality as his hands guide my hips.
Punishing thrusts have me moaning his name.
I’m torn between wanting him to stop and needing him to keep using me. Show me everything, I beg him in my mind. I want all of you, Maliki.
His responding rumble is borderline feral. But I embrace it. Relax beneath him. Let him use me. Take me. Please me. Fuck me.
He bites me again, this time on my lip.
Except it’s more of a nibble, not harsh. It doesn’t break the skin. It serves as a way to hold me in the moment. And it’s followed by a kiss so overwhelming that I swear I lose time.
His pace begins to slow, his hand on my hip and his other at my throat.
It’s tender.
Which makes it that much more intense as he continues to slide in and out of me.
His tattoos seem to be affixing themselves deep inside me now, and I realize with a start that he’s engraving his essence into my sensitive flesh.
“They’ll feel my mark every time they knot you,” Maliki murmurs, a possessive note underlying his tone. “Those Alphas will know you’re mine just as much as you’re theirs. For-fucking-ever.”
Heat lances through me, causing me to clamp down around his cock as the flash of pain quickly morphs into something so much hotter.
I stare up at him, stunned by what he’s done.
Yet again, it feels right.
I marked his shaft.
And now, he’s tattooed me with his shadows.
What he just did was permanent.
It can’t be undone.
I sense in his mind that he never knew this was possible, but he’s also not surprised. “You’re my mate,” he says, stroking his nose against mine. “Mine to pleasure… whenever… I desire.”
I jolt as that mark inside me pulses again, the sensation one he’s evoking and forcing me to experience.
And oh my stars, does it feel amazing.
Like a vibrator deep inside.
“Right next to your G-spot,” he tells me, heightening the pulsation. “Now come again, mate. Come hard. Come fast. And force me to come with you.”
It’s like his voice resembles a compulsion that I’m forced to follow, because I’m already trembling with the oncoming orgasm before he even finishes speaking.
Or maybe it’s the combination of what he just did to me coupled with his own mounting elation.
I feel everything. My arousal. His need. Our joint excitement. Our… our mutual affection.
It’s so incredible.
So perfect.
So unbelievable.
And so… so… “Stars!” The world erupts, his seed shooting deep inside me in ripples of scorching ecstasy.
I lose myself to the moment, barely aware of Maliki growling against my neck.
He’s everywhere at once.
In my core. In my mind. In my heart.
Whatever has ignited between us has officially solidified. For good.
For eternity, Maliki tells me. Now hold on, Sera. Because we’re going to do all of that again. But against the wall this time.
I only have a second to realize my hands are no longer bound and to grab his shoulders before suddenly we’re standing and he has me braced against the cavern rocks.
They cushion my back, something I would never have expected when seeing their texture. But I don’t have the brainpower to consider how or why they feel this way.
Because Maliki is already fucking me again.
And I hear in his mind that he’s only just begun.
This is the mating frenzy, perhaps similar to an Omega’s heat.
I accept that.
Accept him.
Accept this.
Which I tell him with my mind as he grasps my hips to change his angle.
We’re going to spend hours or days here.
That’s fine.
I don’t mind.
Only… only there’s something… hmm.
Whatever that something is doesn’t matter.
I just want Maliki. His cock. This oblivion. This fate.
Everything else… can wait.