Chapter 33 Ezra
Ezra
I don’t deserve her. That’s the truth. The end of it.
She is the culmination of billions of years of yearning. My flawless, wild little lupine, made entirely of contradiction. A goddess no one could ever hope to understand, let alone hold. She’s the piece of my soul I didn’t know was missing until I found her.
My shadows know it too. They stir beneath my skin, hungry and restless creatures born of the void.
And now, with her beneath me, they reach for her.
She is gravity, a violent black hole pulling us toward the event horizon.
We would gladly let her swallow us whole, drag us past the point of no return, if it meant we could keep her.
A dull ache pulses in my ribs, a sharp reminder that I nearly didn’t make it back. The mediation with my sister didn’t go as planned. She didn’t hold back. If I hadn’t stumbled across that mirebound human in the woods—already drowning in his own filth, already too far gone—I’d still be out there.
Broken. Bleeding. Too weak to find my way back.
But I’m home.
With her.
The words I need to hear spilling from her blood-smeared lips, a fierce goddess feasting on what remains of the man I tore apart.
She’s soaked in blood and breathless beauty, a vision carved from violence. And all I can think about is sinking into her, inch by inch, until she’s gasping my name and begging me to let her come. Until the world ends, or she breaks—whichever comes first.
But I can’t.
Not yet.
Aurora is a virgin. Which means I need to be gentle, even if she does own a drawer full of sex toys shaped like things I’ve killed—yes, I looked, and no, I’m not sorry.
One of them had tentacles. Another looked like a dragon’s cock dipped in glitter.
I’m desperately confused. And yet … by the weeping singularity …
part of me wants her to bend me over and pick the biggest one.
I want it all. Just … not tonight. Tonight, every touch, every kiss, every breath is about her.
I want to rewrite what he scarred, replace every memory of that vile prick.
I want her body to remember me instead.
I want to make her feel powerful.
“My fearless Aurora, I don’t know what happens when this is over, or what to expect when you claim your power. You have to be clear with me if something hurts or if anything feels wrong with your magic. Tonight is about communication. And honesty. Do you understand?”
She nods.
Such a small thing.
But it detonates inside me.
My shadows shudder, more of them slipping from my skin, reaching for her.
I don’t stop them. I let them feel her. Let them worship.
They twine around her arms, curling at her waist. One slithers along her throat, tasting its way across the skin it’s ached for since time began.
The shadows are hungry, desperate, trembling on the edge of devotion … and something darker.
Every tendril knows she’s ours.
And when she tilts her chin, baring her throat, offering herself without a word, the shadows press closer.
Her power stirs.
Not because I’m taking her, but because she’s claiming me.
Because for the first time, she’s safe enough to burn.
Her gaze meets mine as hellfire cracks and bleeds through her irises, giving her the look of something ancient and dangerous.
There’s no going back. She’s my queen, my goddess, my fucking salvation. And I will worship her in this breath, this lifetime, and every eternity after.
Aurora’s legs lock around my waist, our breath thick in the air, echoing off bare walls. I bow my head, press my lips to hers, and urge her mouth open with my tongue. When she yields, it’s not delicate or soft, but untamed and burning and already mine.
I tighten the fist tangled in her hair, and the sweet whimper that falls from her lips almost makes me come undone.
She looks at me like a starving predator. The kind of look not even death would risk giving me.
But Aurora?
If she wanted to devour me, I’d let her. Silent, willing, surrendering piece by piece until all that remained was my name on her lips.
My hand slides down to her perfect ass, fingers digging in until she snarls. “Good girl,” I whisper. She shudders beneath me, her moan sharp and aching, calling to the monster I’ve spent millennia caging.
No. I won’t give in. Not this time.
Not when I want this to be hers.
Not when I want her to forget the pain and remember only this.
“Feet on the edge of the bed, little lupine. Just like before. Then spread your legs for me.”
Aurora obeys without a word, sliding forward and baring herself to me.
She’s wet and glistening with need, and fuck, I’d give my ribs, my name, my goddamn soul just to be worthy of her.
My lips linger on hers before I trace kisses along her jawline, down her neck, and over the curve of her collarbone. My mouth will touch every inch of her before the night is over.
Aurora’s moans drag something dangerous to the surface, something ancient and snarling, eager to tear her apart just to taste more. It coils beneath my skin, rising fast, ready to consume her.
But then her fingers twist in my hair, pressing me down, and the world shifts. The monster retreats. Not gone. Just … obedient. For her.
She presses down again, more forceful this time, and I go without hesitation. My mouth trails lower, carving myself into her skin.
“Do you want my mouth on you, little lupine?” I murmur, lips brushing against the soft dip just above her hips. She pushes harder, and I chuckle, letting her guide me.
But my shadows? They refuse to wait.
As I kiss over her pelvic bone, they slither up my arms, a slow spill of ink curling around her waist.
I press my mouth to her inner thigh, finally tasting her honeysuckle skin, and they shiver, feeling everything.
She shudders—they tighten.
She moans—they thrash.
She fists my hair, and my shadows shudder.
They need her. I need her.
“Before I sink my cock into you, Aurora, I’m going to fuck you with my tongue, then lick your needy little clit until your sweet cunt soaks my mouth and drips down my chin.”
My lips hover over her slick heat, reveling in the way her body reacts to my words.
“Yes! Please, Ezra,” she growls, like she’s one second away from flipping me onto my back and taking what she wants.
“Have I told you how cute you are when you’re frustrated, Aurora?” I purr. “I’m going to ruin you for anyone else. Not that another man would dare. Unless he wants to watch me fuck you raw while my shadows rip his heart out of his chest.”
A deep, hungry growl rips from my chest as I push two fingers inside her, stretching her open. Aurora’s back arches off the bed as she squeezes her tits, then rolls her nipple between two fingers.
Sancte Deus …
I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in all my life.
“You’re dripping, sweet girl. Did you miss my mouth? My hands? Or was it my cock you were dreaming about? Were you moaning my name while you touched yourself? Praying I’d come back and stretch this perfect little cunt open?”
Her arousal drips down my hand, and the primal beast inside me grins, insufferably pleased with itself.
“Motherfucker,” Aurora growls, her hand tightening in my hair. “Lick me, Ezra. Stop fucking around.”
A rough moan tears free as she pinches her nipple and fucks herself on my fingers, furious I made her wait this long.
My cock aches as she trembles beneath me, fucked open and begging for more.
Christ, I need to feel her wrapped around me.
But first I have a promise to keep.
Leaning down, I flick my tongue over her swollen clit, then press deeper, licking into her with the patience of a starving god.
I groan as her taste explodes across my tongue, eviscerating every last thought in my head.
Aurora’s breath hitches, her fingers twisting in my hair, yanking me closer. My scalp burns, my shadows churn, and something raw and ancient bares its teeth inside me, growling its claim against her clit.
That violent sound is a warning carved from the dark. Anyone else would’ve fallen to their knees in fear.
But Aurora?
She just tightens her fists in my hair and grinds my face deeper between her thighs.
My jaw aches from the effort, but I don’t stop. Not when she tastes like this. Not when she pulses against my mouth like her body’s always known the shape of my tongue.
I let my teeth graze her clit, just enough to make her gasp.
A rough, possessive hum rumbles through my shadows as Aurora’s body locks up, her thighs pressing against my head, keeping my tongue right where it’s meant to be.
She comes with a cry, breaking apart against my mouth as my shadows howl their devotion.
And in that moment? Everything inside me kneels.
They felt that.
They felt her break apart. For me. For us.
And they worship her for it.
So do I.
“Such a good girl,” I say breathlessly as I rise from the floor and lean over her again.
Her arousal drips off my chin, and I lick my lips, savoring every last drop.
I don’t even have time to breathe before she grabs my head in both hands, sits up, and slowly licks around my mouth, rewriting my purpose with every taste.
“Helvítis …” I groan, the word ripped from the blackened core of me she’s somehow ignited.
My shadows thrash, tendrils slamming into the walls and curling along the headboard, losing all control.
They don’t question or flinch. They just reach for her, worshiping the woman who made them real with warmth and want and a touch that makes even ancient horrors soften.
She tilts her head, sensing their reaction. And when she grins, licking the corner of my mouth just to tease, the shadows surge.
A tendril slithers up the column of her throat, curling behind her ear, desperate to stay close. At her waist, another one tightens, pushing back against my grip, unwilling to let her go.
I smirk, watching the way she reacts, feeling it echo through every shadow still tethered to her skin.
This isn’t about dominance. It’s about recognition.
“Go on, then,” I whisper against her temple. “Worship your queen.”
They move as if released from a leash.