Chapter 22-Serena
Is this really happening right now?
Fuck.
Oh God.
Yes.
This is really happening.
Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck—yes.
We came at each other like starving beasts.
Lips met hard.
Hands gripped and caressed.
Our kiss was a mix of tongues and teeth and need.
Clothing was torn off.
Bodies explored reverently—desperately.
I wanted him like nothing and no one else in my entire life.
His flesh was hot to the touch—hard, smooth skin taut over rippling muscles. The runes on his body glowed purple with magic and I swear, they called to me.
He licked a path down my body, cupping and coveting my ample curves with his hands and lips and whispered words I could not fully understand since they were old Norse.
Elation filled me.
Also hunger.
Always hunger.
And need.
Raven’s tongue pierced my core, and I released a low, guttural moan I did not even know I was capable of making.
Purple sparks danced behind my eyes, flashing like broken constellations, and everything inside me—every nerve, every pulse of magic—seemed to call to and caress the Monster between my legs, who was making me feel things I had never experienced before.
Not just pleasure.
Something deeper.
Something older.
The bond surged, alive and hungry, wrapping around my spine and tightening low in my belly.
I reached down, threading my fingers through his pitch-black hair, gripping, grounding myself as he laved at my heated sex, licking me into oblivion.
My first orgasm crested hard and fast, crashing through me like a wave breaking against jagged rocks, and I howled with my release.
I didn’t know it was possible to feel like that—to unravel so completely—and for a moment, I was certain I might pass out from the intensity.
But Raven—God.
Raven knew my body better than I did.
Or maybe it wasn’t just my body.
Maybe it was the bond.
Maybe he felt everything I felt.
Because he didn’t stop.
He took me back down, easing me just enough to breathe before dragging me right back up again, sending me spiraling higher and higher.
His hunger for me was insatiable, and mine answered it in kind, growing stronger with every swipe of his tongue, every deliberate movement designed to undo me.
But I needed more.
More than his mouth.
More than the slow destruction of my sanity.
I pulled his hair, harder this time, urging him up my body. When his heated purple gaze locked onto mine, glowing with something dark and possessive and utterly consuming, I grinned—wild, reckless—and dragged him down so I could taste myself on his lips.
That kiss—God.
That kiss was the most erotic thing I had ever experienced.
I moaned into his mouth, running my hands down his naked hips, needing to feel him, needing to see him, needing to understand just how far this thing between us went.
And when I finally reached between his muscular thighs to that part of him that was most male—Holy fuck.
I was stunned.
Like every other inch of him, Raven’s cock was colossal.
Bigger than anything I had ever seen, human or otherwise.
Long. Thick.
Heavy in my hand.
And marked.
Ancient runes created thick ridges along his cock—the symbols pulsed and glowed like purple lava flowing inside of them.
Magic, of course.
They weren’t just on his skin.
They were everywhere.
Heat flooded me, anticipation pooling between my thighs as his thick cock throbbed and glowed faintly in the dim light.
The markings weren’t flat anymore—they rose beneath my touch, transforming into ridged patterns, scar-like, alive with magic.
I knew instinctively that I would feel those.
I would feel those runes when he pushed his thick cock deep inside of me.
The thought alone made me shudder.
Need flooded me—pure, consuming hunger that mirrored his own.
As I wrapped my fingers around him, he seemed to grow harder, heavier, the runes becoming more pronounced beneath my palm.
Alive.
Hot.
Responsive.
To me.
I positioned him at my entrance, breathless, my body already burning for him.
My legs wrapped around his waist, locking him in place, stopping any instinct he might have had to pull back.
Not happening.
Not now.
Not ever.
“Are you sure, Serena?” he growled, voice low, dangerous, filled with something that wasn’t just desire.
“If you allow me to have you, I will never let you go.”
The promise in his eyes wasn’t a metaphor.
It wasn’t romance.
It was truth.
Raw and absolute.
Did I want this?
Did I want him?
Did I want to belong to this Monster—this ancient, cursed, powerful being who could ruin me completely?
The questions flickered.
Brief.
Insignificant.
Because underneath them—I already knew my answer.
Yes.
I didn’t want to be alone anymore.
I didn’t want to go back to being the scared, strange girl who saw things no one else could.
Asgarheim Runevald Institute was teaching me to own what I was.
And Raven—Raven felt like the future I never believed I could have.
“Yes,” I said aloud, the word solid, unshakable.
His eyes flared brighter.
The bond echoed the moment, snapping tighter between us.
“I want you, Raven. I want to be yours. Need you.”
“Our bond is sealed with blood,” he warned, voice rough now, barely controlled. “I will claim you with my bite. I need to drink from you, Unnasta. You have no idea how strongly I thirst.”
“I know, I feel it too,” I whispered.
And I did.
God help me, I did.
That hunger wasn’t just his anymore.
It lived inside me.
He kissed me again.
And then he moved.
Slow at first.
Deliberate.
Pressing into me inch by inch until I gasped at the sheer stretch of him.
He filled me completely, more than I thought possible, his body forcing mine to open, to take him, to accept him.
The runes.
I felt them.
Those ridged markings dragged along that hidden place inside me, sending shocks of pleasure through my entire body.
“Serena,” he groaned, pressing fully into me, holding there like he needed the moment as much as I did.
This wasn’t just sex.
It wasn’t even just connection.
It was something bigger.
Something consuming.
Something that felt like it was rewriting me from the inside out.
“You feel so good.”
“Am I hurting you? You’re so tight, Unnasta,” he growled.
“No, it’s okay. The burn of you stretching me feels so good. So right,” I whispered, reverent, overwhelmed.
“You honor me, mate. Fuck, you’re body feels amazing. Like you were made for me,” he moaned.
I arched my back, opening my legs wider, welcoming him into me with everything I had.
Because this was right.
It couldn’t be anything but.
Wonder.
Pleasure.
Rightness.
All of those were his emotions, his feelings.
And I felt each of them.
But beneath it all—hunger.
Possession.
Mine.
The thought pulsed through me as strongly as it did through him.
His movements picked up, stronger, faster, deeper. The runes along his body flared, glowing like molten lines beneath his skin. His cock swelled inside me, the ridges intensifying every thrust, every movement branding sensation deeper into me.
I clung to him, helpless.
Lost.
Our pleasure tangled, blurred, merged into something I couldn’t separate anymore.
Was this mine?
His?
Both?
I didn’t know.
Didn’t care.
Because I needed more.
Needed everything.
His fangs grazed my neck.
And my entire body lit up.
“Do it,” I moaned, arching into him. “Please.”
Every part of me screamed for it.
The bond demanded it.
Completion.
Raven snarled, thrusting deep, locking our bodies together as if there was no separation left between us.
And then—he bit down.
Pain.
Sharp.
Brief.
Gone.
Replaced instantly by something overwhelming.
Pleasure crashed through me in endless waves, flooding every nerve, every thought, every part of me.
My body wasn’t mine anymore.
It was sensation.
Heat. Light. Need.
He drank.
I felt it.
Felt the pull of him taking from me—and giving in return.
Life.
Power.
Connection.
Our bodies moved together in a punishing rhythm, his pace relentless as he drove us both higher and higher.
My thighs tightened around him, riding every movement, every thrust, every overwhelming surge of pleasure.
His release hit deep inside me, warmth spilling through me as his mouth remained at my neck, still feeding, still taking, still giving.
It was too much.
And still, it wasn’t enough.
Never enough.
We both were breathing heavy. Our hearts pounded and pulses raced.
And when he collapsed over me with a final thrust, his roar echoing through the room, through the tower, through me—his pleasure catapulted my own into pure ecstasy.
I was still shaking when I opened my eyes and looked at him—really looked.
And God—how my heart soared.
Raven was just that beautiful.
Terrifying.
Perfect.
And mine.
The runes across his body shifted—actually moved—reforming, burning brighter, changing beneath my gaze.
I traced them, breathless.
“What do these mean?” I whispered.
He watched me closely.
“These mean I am claimed, Unnasta. I don’t belong to the hunger anymore. I belong to you.”
Something in my chest swelled.
Warm.
Right.
“Yes,” I whispered, smiling softly. “You are mine.”
And I was his.
Completely.
Irrevocably.
“Have you more questions?” he asked, still touching me, like he couldn’t stop.
Neither could I.
“How old are you?”
“Three hundred and twenty-seven,” he answered calmly.
“Holy fuck.”
He tilted his head.
“Is that old?”
I laughed breathlessly.
“You’ve never done this before?”
“That is correct.”
I stared at him.
“But you’re so good at it.”
His laugh—low, rich—wrapped around me.
“Do not shy away now, bold Serena. I enjoy your honesty.”
I bit my lip.
He moved instantly.
Of course he did.
He replaced my teeth with his mouth, kissing me again, slower this time, but no less consuming.
“You want to know why I waited,” he murmured.
“Yes.”
“Because I never trusted myself enough to let go.”
My chest tightened.
“Then why me?”
He didn’t hesitate.
“Because you are my fated mate.”
His lips brushed mine.
“My body.”
Another kiss.
“My soul.”
My breath hitched.
“My blood.”
His mouth at my neck again.
“My heart.”
Everything inside me melted.
“My life.”
I couldn’t breathe.
Couldn’t think.
Could only feel.
“It is too soon to say everything,” he whispered. “But you feel it, don’t you?”
I did.
God help me, I did.
I placed my hand over his heart.
It beat fast.
Hard.
Alive.
Just like mine.
And in that moment, I knew.
This wasn’t fear.
This wasn’t confusion.
This wasn’t temporary.
I loved him.
The Monster.
The Draugr.
My Raven.
And I wasn’t letting go.