Chapter 41 Danni
DANNI
I barely got the door to the cottage closed behind us before I turned to him, my breath catching in my throat.
Shadow—he was here and alive. Well, almost.
He stood in the dim entryway, tall and massive with his inky blue fur still shimmering faintly with the last of the moonlight.
But his outline wavered just a little, like heat rising off a summer road.
And when I reached to touch him, my hand sank just slightly through his chest before meeting resistance.
“You’re still not solid,” I whispered, panic trying to rise again.
“I came when you called,” he murmured, his deep voice low and rough. “But I am not fully in your world yet. Not until you bind me to it… and to you.”
The air between us felt charged—alive—like lightning waiting to strike.
I stepped toward him.
“Then let’s do it. Right now. I’m not waiting another second.” I tugged at his fur. “Come down here and kiss me.”
He bent down and took my mouth with his. As our lips met, I felt him grow more solid. A surge of excitement raced through me. Yes—this was working—this was what we needed to do! Only more—much more.
When we broke the kiss, his glowing golden eyes searched mine, full of longing and hunger and something dangerously close to love.
“You’re sure?” he asked, his voice raw. “This bond cannot be undone, little witch. If you tie yourself to me—body and soul—it is forever.”
“I know.” I reached up to cup his broad, shadowy cheek, glad to see my fingers no longer passed through him. “And I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.”
He let out a slow, trembling breath. Then he nodded once.
“Then take me.”
The words ignited something deep inside me—a rush of heat, of power, of aching need that had nothing to do with modesty or fear and everything to do with claiming what was mine.
I turned and led him to the bedroom, the same room where I used to lie awake in a too-big bed and wonder if I’d made up the monster under it. Now I was about to make love to him. No, not just make love—I was going to bind him to me. Forever.
I dropped the cloak as I stepped inside, letting it puddle on the wooden floor. I was naked beneath it, but I didn’t feel vulnerable. I felt powerful. My magic was still flowing, making my whole body tingle and I felt more than ready to do this.
Shadow followed me, his massive form ducking slightly under the doorframe as he came into the bedroom. I realized that I had never seen him standing upright in this room before—he was so tall his horns nearly brushed the ceiling.
“This room smells like you,” he growled, nostrils flaring. “Like comfort. Like home.”
“I want it to be your home now too,” I said, turning toward him. “I need you, Shadow. I need to feel you in me.”
He reached for me slowly, like I might vanish if he moved too fast. But when his hands met my skin—truly touched me this time—I gasped. They were completely solid—warm and real. That told me that we were definitely on the right track.
I surged forward and dragged him down, my mouth finding his once more. The kiss was desperate this time—all-consuming, with months, years, a lifetime of longing poured into it. I’d never had a lover like Shadow before—one who was so devoted to me.
My monster kissed me back like he was dying of thirst, like I was water in the desert and every part of him ached for me—ached to be claimed and bonded.
His claws slid over my curves, mapping my body like he was memorizing every inch. When he palmed my breast, his thumb brushed over my nipple and I moaned into his mouth, arching against him.
“Danni,” he rumbled, his golden eyes half-lidded. “I want to worship every inch of you. I want to make you mine—completely mine.”
“Then don’t wait.” My voice was thick with emotion—and lust. “Show me. Make me yours.”
He bent to kiss down my neck, his tongue leaving a trail of heat that made my knees weak.
I reached for him, needing to see him, to touch every bit.
His body was enormous, broad-chested and powerful, with thick thighs and a belly that was strong, not soft.
Beneath his midnight blue fur, I could see the outline of his sheath.
I stroked it gently with one hand and he gave a low growl.
“Gods, your soft little hands…”
As he spoke, the broad blue-gold head emerged, followed by his long, thick cock. This was the first time I’d seen it fully in the light. The ridged shaft curved slightly, pulsing with heat. And at the base I saw the swelling of his knot, which promised to tie us together forever.
If I could take it.
A flash of fear stirred in my belly—but only for a moment.
This is what will bind him to me and to this world. This is what makes him stay with me. I have to take it—I know I can do it.
I spread my legs on the bed and beckoned him forward, my voice trembling only slightly. “Take me, Shadow. Knot me. Bind yourself to me. I want it—I want you.”
He groaned, deep and rough, and crawled over me like a storm cloud descending—massive, overwhelming, and intensely protective. He cupped the back of my head, staring into my eyes.
“You are my mate,” he whispered. “My little witch. My home.”
But instead of entering me, Shadow dropped to his knees before me like a worshipper kneeling at the altar, and I was the offering.
“Let me taste you, little witch,” he growled, voice thick with hunger. “Let me make you ready.”
Before I could even gasp, his massive hands gripped my hips, pulling me to the edge of the bed, toward his mouth. Then his tongue—hot, broad, and impossibly wet—dragged through my folds in one long, devastating lick.
I cried out, my knees buckling as pleasure surged through me.
“God, Shadow!”
He groaned against me, the vibration rumbling straight through my pussy. I clutched at his horns, gripping their curving surfaces, needing something to anchor me as he devoured me like he was starving.
His tongue lapped and circled, slow at first—tasting, teasing. He licked me open with long strokes, flicking the tip against my clit before sucking it into his mouth until my whole body pulsed with need.
“Don’t stop,” I gasped, grinding shamelessly against his face. “Please—don’t stop—”
Shadow didn’t stop. He growled low in his throat and lifted my thighs over his broad shoulders, spreading me even wider, baring me completely to his mouth.
“Perfect,” he growled, his breath hot against my pussy. “You’re mine now, little witch.”
Then he plunged his tongue deep inside me.
I moaned, my back arching as pleasure rushed though me.
My head dropped back against the mattress as that thick, velvety tongue thrust into me again and again, curling and stroking, driving me out of my mind.
He fucked me with his mouth like he intended to own me…
to possess me and keep me moaning until I couldn’t remember my own name.
I was so close—so close—but then he pulled back and began circling my clit with his tongue again.
“Shadow!” I sobbed, yanking on his horns. “Don’t stop—don’t—oh my God!”
Then I felt it.
Something sinuous brushed my inner thigh… then curled around my hip… then dipped between my legs and pressed against my entrance.
I finally realized what it was—his tail.
The tip teased my entrance for one breathless second, then slid inside me—thick, warm, and smooth as silk.
It filled me slowly, stretching me open in a way that made me gasp and buck my hips.
I moaned as it pulsed deep inside me, moving in perfect rhythm with Shadow still sucking hungrily at my clit.
The relentless pleasure and the feeling of being filled was too, too much.
I came with a cry, my body arching against the mattress, my thighs still hooked over his shoulders as I pressed up against his mouth. The orgasm rolled through me like a wave crashing against a cliff—wild, raw, and utterly uncontrollable.
And still my monster didn’t stop.
His tail twitched deep inside me, then pulsed—a sudden rush of heat spurting within as he filled me with something thick and hot. I gasped as I felt it coat my inner walls, a soothing, slick warmth that made my body clench all over again.
“Shadow,” I gasped, my legs shaking. “Oh please, I need you in me! Not just your tail—I need more!”
Finally, he rose, looming above me, his mouth shiny with my juices, his chest heaving. His eyes glowed golden and hungry as he looked down at me.
“It’s time now, little witch,” he said, his voice rough with need. “Time for you to take my knot.”
My heart pounded and my body pulsed with desire. I had never felt more ready for anything in my life.
“Yes,” I whispered. “Knot me, Shadow. Make me yours, forever.”