Chapter 34 Aurora
Aurora
A wild shiver surges through me as something ancient opens its eyes.
Fire races up my spine. Ice floods my veins.
My body seizes under both. The woman I was is gone, burned away by the hellfire screaming through every synapse.
The only thing my body agrees on?
Ezra.
Power ignites beneath my skin, a wildfire tearing through every nerve. It’s too much, spreading everywhere, shifting and pressing outward, trying to escape.
Is it thrilling? Fuck, yes.
But it’s pandemonium. Unstable. Like I could explode if I breathe too hard.
How the hell am I supposed to wield this?
And what about the bitch screaming in my head?
“I am here to serve you, Aurora,” Ezra moans when I nip at his other earlobe.
I love the way he shakes when I touch him, and the way he asks for permission he doesn’t need.
I don’t know what I want more, his obedience … or the moment he stops pretending he can control himself.
“Ezra, I need you to place your hands on the headboard and keep them there.”
A shadow twitches behind him, responding to my voice, struggling to obey. Ezra hesitates, fingers still buried inside me, dragging out the moment.
He’s at war with himself. And fuck, it’s adorable.
“Yes, Aurora. I can do that. But …”
A shadow curls around his wrist, wanting to hold him down for me but not sure it has permission.
“But what, my handsome Grim?” I pout, trailing my fingers over the ink spread across his left collarbone—a monarch butterfly stretched in mid-flight, wings brushing against wild asters.
My touch stills over the ink, and then something clicks.
The realization hits like muscle memory.
Not a thought. Not even a feeling.
Just undiluted truth buried deep and dragging itself to the surface.
Ezra is mine. I don’t remember when I let him in.
But fuck—he’s in my blood now.
No wonder he growls mine in my ear like he’s staking a claim across nebulae and neurons.
Because I’d level entire fucking cities just to keep him breathing.
His quiet, hesitant voice cuts through the haze. “I’m worried about you …” Despite his hesitancy, Ezra shifts, lifting his hands to the headboard.
I lean in, my lips brushing his ear. “Good boy.”
Ezra’s breath snarls between his teeth, muscles twitching with the effort to stay in control.
A shadow coils around his wrist, waiting for my permission. Another slowly slinks across my thigh, knowing exactly what it’s asking for.
They want to act.
To please.
To serve.
And they’re waiting for me.
“Patience is a virtue, Ezra,” I say in a soft, teasing voice.
“Christ, Aurora. Please,” Ezra moans. I brush my lips against his, then kiss down his chest until I’m settled between his thighs.
“I will, Ezra. But first, I want to taste you.”
I inhale sharply, the scent of his skin unspooling something holy and hedonistic inside me, aching to be fed.
I lick the length of his cock, tracing the sinuous pattern of his tattoo, and smile when he shudders beneath me.
Once Ezra burns through every curse in English and starts muttering in some ancient tongue that makes my ears itch, I finally wrap my mouth around him.
His moan slices through me, heat slicking between my thighs and hips twitching toward the sound.
I work him in and out of my mouth, then as slowly as I can, I relax everything and take him down my throat.
“La dracu’. Nu te opri. Te rog, Aurora.”
I shouldn’t understand the words, but I do. Fuck. Don’t stop. Please, Aurora.
His begging lights up something monstrous inside me. I growl around his cock, dragging my tongue over him just to hear him beg again.
But I’ve had my fun. Now I want him in control.
“Ezra. Fuck my throat. Use me. But don’t come. Not yet. I want every last fucking drop inside me.”
He doesn’t speak. Just knots his hand in my hair and feeds me his cock, worshipping me with the hunger of someone who’s never been allowed to want.
“I have to admit, I love it when you make me beg, Aurora. And when you call me your good boy? Fuck, that does something to me. But that’s not enough for you, is it, darling?
You may be powerful, but you love it when I take control.
Especially knowing you could stop me with a word.
So, relax for me, little vixen … and let me fuck your pretty throat again. ”
Another growl rolls through him as he takes over.
Ezra drives forward in one brutal thrust, filling my throat, his hips trembling as he holds himself there. He pants, fighting to hold back whatever fucked-up thing wants to tear loose.
He’s so deep his balls rest against my chin while I gag around him. His hand trails down my neck, tracing the bulge of his cock like he needs to feel the proof.
“That’s it, Aurora. Take every fucking inch. Now swallow. Milk my cock, sweet girl.”
I do. And his broken, pleading moan sets me on fire.
My clit pulses, begging for attention. But I don’t reach for it.
I want him on the edge. I want him desperate. I want him right there.
“Fuck yes. That’s my girl.”
Ezra groans, his shadows writhing, lashing out as if they can feel his control slipping.
“Stay relaxed, Aurora.”
One curls gently against my neck, mimicking the way his hands rest there.
Tears stream down my cheeks, saliva slicks my chin.
But I don’t care.
I love the way his cock slips deep inside me.
I love the filth pouring from his mouth.
I love being on my knees for him like this.
Ezra fucks my throat in slow, lazy thrusts, whispering promises of pleasure and violence like prayers.
A shadow tendril slithers between my breasts, up my neck, then loops through my hair with eerie precision.
Ezra’s grip tightens … and so do they.
In sync.
They’ve learned from him.
They are his hands, his hunger, his desperate devotion.
The insides of my thighs are soaked. My clit throbs. I need more.
I tap his hip, then bare my teeth.
Not asking.
Telling.
It’s my turn now.
He stills, lust and hunger clouding his storm-grey eyes.
And finally, with a groan that sounds like restraint tearing at the seams, he releases my head and moves his hands back to the headboard.
I crawl forward, marking him with every wet grind, every breathless tease, every filthy press of skin that says: I don’t kneel. I own.
Finally, I take him in slowly, inch by inch, savoring the stretch until he’s seated deep inside me.
Ezra’s voice frays at the edges. “Aurora, molim te.”
His hips twitch beneath me, desperate for friction, barely holding back.
“I need you to move.” The words grind out of him, thick with restraint. “You won’t like what happens if you keep playing this game.”
I smile down at him, then slowly lift my hips before dropping back down, just to hear him groan.
He’s trembling with frustration, and goddamn, he’s never looked hotter.
His body is tense beneath me, mouth curled in a snarl, muscles twitching with restraint. His tattoos glow in my hellfire, and his storm-grey eyes burn with need.
“Would you submit to me, Ezra?” I whisper. “Would you obey me? Worship me? Your last and only queen. The one who dared to tame the shadow made of stars and teeth.”
“I’d unravel this universe, thread by thread, for you, Aurora. I’d set fire to the stars, then kneel at your feet as they died singing your name,” Ezra whispers, looking up at me.
I lean down and lightly graze my lips against his.
“Then what the fuck are you waiting for?” I breathe. “Take what’s yours …”
Ezra’s hands slide up my thighs. His fingers flex as he exhales a shaky breath, his lips curling in a wolfish smirk.
“You want me to take what’s mine, darling?” he growls, every word shaking as he holds back something ancient and ravenous. “Then fucking watch me.”
He thrusts into me, splitting me open, his shadows snarling against my skin. No longer waiting. No longer still.
Ezra’s mouth grazes my throat, then drags lower with a scrape of teeth.
“This sweet, perfect little cunt”? he groans, burying himself deep, hips grinding slow as he stakes his claim.
“Mine.”
He licks a line across my breast, biting down just hard enough to make me gasp.
“These tits? Mine.”
He cups my ass, fingers sliding back to tease me where I’m weakest.
“This tight, untouched little hole?” His tongue flicks my earlobe.
“Mine. And when I finally take you here, when I stretch you open and mark you where no one else ever has?”
He growls against my throat, biting hard enough to make me gasp.
“That’s when you’ll be mine. Completely. Every nerve. Every inch. Every goddamn breath.”
Then his voice drops lower, scraped raw by centuries of prudence.
“This body. This soul. This firestorm of a woman who would level the world just to protect what’s hers?”
Ezra’s gaze meets mine, each word carved with consecration so deep it borders on madness.
“Nirea.”
The shadows twitch around us. They felt the promise, too.
“I told you I would never let you go. And I meant it.”
His grip tightens on my hips. Shadows curl around me as his vows claw their way across my skin, leaving a fever in their wake.
“I’ll take care of you. Pleasure you. And I will stand by your side as you burn through this wretched world.”
Ezra’s shadows pulse, curling tighter around my wrists and my thighs. Another slides up my spine, tracing the path his tongue left on my neck.
They don’t just bind me. They worship me.
I know he belongs to me. He doesn’t have to say it.
His body, his devotion … every shadow, every whispered vow has already given him away.
Ezra’s hands wrap tightly around my hips again, just before he flips me onto my hands and knees. His hand gathers at the back of my head, then presses my face to the bed while my ass remains in the air.
I can feel his shadows hesitate. They hover at the nape of my neck, not hesitant, but waiting. This moment belongs to them, too.
Ezra trails a finger down my spine, stopping between my shoulder blades. The touch is firm and possessive, dragging heat through something that doesn’t feel like it’s mine anymore. His shadows tighten, curling up my ribs, drawn to the spot with the certainty of something remembered.