Chapter 34 Aurora #2
“Jézus. Kurva. Krisztus …” Ezra traces the pattern again, shadows tightening. “Moya.”
My head feels heavy, off-balance.
Something keeps snagging on the duvet, but honestly, who gives a shit? Especially when there’s a god kneeling behind me, vowing forever between my thighs.
“Look at you, Aurora. The way your back arches is a fucking masterpiece. With your ass in the air like this, I can see how wet you are for me. Such a naughty thing. Your sweet cunt is weeping for me, isn’t it, little queen?”
Ezra moans, keeping my head pinned to the bed. He roughly kicks my legs apart, then slams into me with one brutal thrust, ripping a scream from my throat that vanishes into the duvet.
His shadows seize, wrapping tight around my wrists, curling possessively over my thighs, holding me open for him. They don’t just touch. They claim.
From this position, he hits a spot that makes me see stars—blinding, white-hot pleasure that steals my breath.
“Ezra. Fuck me. Please. I need it. Need you.”
He leans over me and presses a soft kiss to my cheek.
“Don’t forget the power you hold, Aurora. One word, and I’ll drop to my fucking knees.”
His cock pulses deep inside me, unmoving, stretching me to the edge of what I can take.
“But if you don’t?” Ezra’s breath ghosts over my ears as his hand snakes around to grip my throat. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, so deep, you’ll feel it every time you breathe.”
Then he moves. Just an inch. Then another—each thrust dragging a moan from my throat like it’s hooked on his cock.
“Give me your screams, sweet girl. Let go—let the redshift take you. Make the devils kneel for what Heaven can never touch.”
The moment I scream, his shadows answer, shuddering around me, purring their pleasure into my skin. One brave tendril loops around my throat, tightening with each gasp.
They worship me, sinners with no hope of redemption, desperate to make me theirs.
The tendrils take their time, mapping my body and drinking in every sound I make, until they understand what breaks me … and how to put me back together again.
The intense connection between my hellfire and his shadows makes Ezra lose control. He slams into me so hard and so fast I lose track of everything but the feel of his cock slipping in and out of me.
My Grim growls behind me, a beast born of violence and shadows.
A sane person would be terrified.
But me? I’m soaked.
He’s frenzied. Animalistic. Monstrous.
And I want more. So much more.
Tears spill down my cheeks as pressure builds at the base of my spine, rising from the molten center of me.
“Please, Ezra. Don’t stop.”
Ezra leans over, breath hot against my shoulder blades.
“Aurora,” he groans. “My lovely cataclysm. My end and my beginning.”
He plants feather-light kisses up the middle of my back, ending his route at my tear-stained cheek.
A shadow teases my clit in quick, frenzied strokes as tears of pleasure slide down my face.
“Look at you,” Ezra breathes. “You’re perfect like this. Spread wide, taking me so deep, your whole body begging for more. Aurora … you don’t know what I’d give to worship you like this forever.”
He drags his tongue along my tear-streaked cheek, groaning like my bliss is the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted, something he’d starve without.
“That’s it, little queen. Be the altar. I’ll be the willing sacrifice—while the stars kneel and the planets sing. Take what’s yours, Aurora. Come for me. Let the empyrean envy the sinner between your legs.”
The moment the words leave his mouth, his shadows react. They wrap around me from all sides, dragging over my bare flesh, desperate to claim every inch as theirs.
Tension crackles under my skin. My body locks up, strung tight. On the edge.
And just before I fall apart, the shadows shudder and press closer, sculpting themselves to every curve.
When my orgasm hits, they pulse in sync with every broken sound I make.
An entire universe explodes behind my eyes, stars bursting through the darkness.
Ezra fucks me through the aftershocks, then stills with a guttural moan, spilling deep inside me. He buries his face in my hair, breath hot against my skin, trying to breathe me into his bones.
His lips ghost down my spine, leaving behind more heat than breath.
I’m spent. Shaking. Fucking desecrated. But before he pulls away, his lips brush my ear. His voice is a promise, carved in vocal cords and vibration.
“Is liomsa tú.”
I’m face down, ass up, and honestly, just happy I survived being used as an altar by a six-foot-nine shadow god who moans in dead languages.
Holy hell. This man is divine filth.
The bed dips as Ezra slips away, soft footsteps trailing into the bathroom. I hear the hiss of water, followed by the quiet clatter of a drawer. Then he’s back, warm washcloth in hand, breath catching in a moan before he even touches me.
“Uffern sanctaidd, Aurora. Watching my cum drip out of you? Kuso … utsukushii …”
With a quiet sigh, he helps me clean up, then disappears into the bathroom to do the same.
I sit naked on the bed and hold my hands out, watching the flames dance over my skin, though they’re already dimmer than they were just minutes ago.
Sinking back into the pillows, I stare at the ceiling, trying to reconcile the past eight hours.
I’m different now. Something ancient moves through my blood. Something powerful burns through my bones. It’s what I wanted. But how much has it changed me?
I sit up slowly, my head heavy and off-balance. Something snagged the duvet earlier, something that shouldn’t be there. I reach up, fingers halfway to my scalp, when Ezra steps out of the bathroom. He’s in nothing but black boxer briefs, his hair damp and messy from the shower.
Goddamn. Sometimes I forget how beautiful he is. I still don’t know what he sees in me. But whatever it is, I’m not letting go.
He hides something behind his back, then settles beside me, immediately lacing our fingers together.
“Hello, little lupine. Are you well?” His mouth pulls into a grim line, eyes crinkling with concern.
A shadow tendril wraps around his arm, mirroring his worry. Another slithers up his ribs, coiling over his heart to check for damage. He exhales sharply, brushing them aside.
“All is well, Ezra,” I say, tilting my head to get a better look. “What are you hiding back there?”
“Ah. Well, I wasn’t sure if you were up for moving around. You’ve been through a lot, not only in the past few hours, but in the past week. I thought you might … wish to see what you look like in your magical form. You don’t have to, but I wanted to offer,” Ezra says, almost shyly.
The gesture is thoughtful, but it’s his tenderness that catches me off guard. That’s what makes it hit harder.
He’s such a freaking cutie when he’s like this. But I also know that being this far off-script is uncomfortable for Ezra, so I reward him with a soft kiss on the cheek just before I nuzzle into his neck, where I feel safe and sound.
“Careful, darling. Those antlers are beautiful but look quite sharp. I don’t mind a little rough play, but I don’t want to lose an eye,” he chuckles, tightening his arm around my waist. “So, what do you think, Aurora? Are you ready?”
“I want to see. I guess I’m scared. I’ve always been … me. Now what am I?”
My voice wavers, making me sound so weak and pathetic.
Nothing like the queen I’m supposed to be.
Not to mention, this is what I wanted.
But I’m already in the middle of some trauma-based existential crisis. Seeing myself in a strange form might break me completely.
Ezra hums thoughtfully.
“Perhaps I could describe what I see, and you can decide based on my description. I doubt you’ll stay in this form much longer, so time may be the deciding factor.”
“O-okay. Just tell me one thing. Do I look like a monster?”
His shadows, which have been lazily curling along the wall, freeze. One slithers up my arm, curling around my waist in a soft squeeze. Its twin drapes across my shoulder, as if this moment belongs to them too.
Ezra gently lifts my chin, brushing his lips against mine.
“You’re a goddess, not a monster, Aurora. Do I have your permission? Or would you rather sleep, little flame?”
Oh! A new nickname. Calling me “little” should feel condescending, but I am little compared to Ezra. Plus, there’s something about his use of the word that feels protective and safe.
“You have my permission. I’m as ready as I’ll ever be. Then I guess I’ll look in the mirror.”
This is part of who I am now, and I can’t ignore it or hide it, especially from myself.
Ezra lifts my hand from his chest and brings it to his lips before he launches into his description.
“I will do my best to describe your beauty, Aurora, but I’m afraid I will fall quite short.
The hellfire dancing around us right now gives your already beautiful skin a warm, golden glow.
Your hellfire caught me completely by surprise when it wrapped itself around me.
It reaches for me, much like my shadows reach for you. ”
The shadows stir—one curling around my thigh, pulsing in quiet agreement, while another weaves through my fingers, brushing against my flames.
“Your eyes,” Ezra murmurs, his own dark-grey gaze flickering with something unreadable. “The deep green is gone. Now? They’re fire. Crackling and alive.”
His lips part, like he wants to say more, but his gaze drifts up. His breath hitches.
“And those antlers, little lupine? They’re glorious.” He exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair. “Bigger than I expected. Iain’s notes mentioned small antlers. Yours are anything but.”
So, the asshole wrakh doesn’t know everything.
“There’s also a wild crown of thorny sweet briar woven around your antlers that loops in on itself to make a beautiful, sweet-smelling crown atop your head.”
Ezra pauses, eyes flicking over me again, as if unsure how to phrase the next part.
“There are two somewhat small … unexpected changes. Ones we didn’t anticipate. I’m already quite fond of them, so I hope you can see the beauty that I do.