You have fangs #4
Her back arches off my wing, pressing her chest further into my mouth. I suck harder, my hand caressing and squeezing the other side while the vibrating petals at the base of my shaft continue to flutter against her kísh.
My rhythm quickens.
I release her nipple with a soft pop, trailing kisses across the valley between her breasts before taking the other into my mouth. My tongue swirls around the sensitive peak while my thumb circles and strokes the opposite nipple, keeping her trapped in an unbearable loop of friction.
“I have been awake seven days, ash’kaela,” Ashán rasps through my throat, his hand letting go of her thigh to slip into the slick space between our bodies. “You have been every hour of them.”
His skeletal fingers find her swollen clit, rubbing slow circles against her.
“I did not exist until you woke,” he breathes into her neck. “There has never been a day I did not want you.”
Her walls grip me tighter with each thrust, the flutter of her muscles drawing me deeper. I let go of her breast and lean on to my forearm.
She’s close, Ashán rasps.
“Harder, Sage,” she moans. “Please. You won’t break me.”
“Hold on to me, Saevúra.”
My hips snap forward with more force, driving my cock deeper into her slick heat with each thrust. The sound she makes is not delicate anymore.
Her heel digs into my spine. The grass rips up in fistfuls where my hand is planted beside her head.
Every stroke drags another broken cry from her throat.
Ashán’s fingers work faster against her clit, matching the new rhythm.
“Yes—” she sobs. “Sage—just like that. Don’t stop.”
“I am not stopping,” I growl. “I have wanted you like this since the first night I heard you breathe. I am going to have you exactly like this.”
The bond burns in my chest.
Her whole body tightens up beneath me.
“That’s it,” Ashán groans. “Let go, ash’kaela. Come for both of your mates.”
“I’m—oh God, I’m—nghhh.”
“I know.” I press my forehead to hers, our breath tangling, my hips never slowing. “I feel it. Every second of it. Come for me, luváel. Let me feel what I do to you.”
She shatters.
Her whole body seizes, walls clamping around my length so hard I can barely move, milking me with each spasm. Her thighs tremble against my waist. She screams into the golden morning while the meadow explodes around us in a surge of wild magic.
Every flower for a hundred feet bursts into bloom at once. The canopy above shakes, releasing a rainfall of white petals over our bodies. The grass ripples outward in waves.
Her body convulses beneath me, every muscle locked as pleasure crashes through her.
“Keep going, sweetheart,” Ashán purrs, his fingers working her through the aftershocks.
Sweat drips from her temple, her breath coming in broken gasps against my mouth.
“I w–want you to fill me,” she moans, her eyes dark and unfocused with ecstasy. “I need it. Please.”
Vreshhh, Ashán groans.
My hips buck, pushing through the tight grip of her lavína. Each thrust draws another whimper from her lips as I chase my own release.
Ashán’s hand slides up to cup her breast, his thumb rolling over her sensitive nipple.
Fill her, he commands, his voice thick with need. Breed her.
My rhythm falters as pressure builds at the base of my spine. Her walls continue to flutter around me. My wing spreads wider, bracing against the grass as I drive into her.
“Saevúra,” I groan, “I’m—”
“Please.” Her legs lock around my waist, pulling me as close as humanly possible. “I want to be full of you.”
My climax crashes through me.
My cock pulses deep inside her, thick, hot ropes of come flooding her already slick channel. My hips stutter and jerk with each wave, pressing as deep as I can while her body squeezes around me. Ashán’s presence flares brighter, his pleasure mingling with mine as we fill our mate together.
“Vresh,” I breathe against her throat. My wing curls tighter around her as the meadow continues to pulse with residual magic.
I stay buried as the last tremors fade, refusing to pull out. My length remains nestled in her warm, slick heat, our bodies joined as one. She throbs softly around me, drawing soft groans from both of us.
“Don’t move,” I whisper. My hips give the smallest rock, just enough to feel her around me. “Stay like this. Let me feel you.”
Ashán’s fingers trace lazy patterns across her breast. “Perfect,” he murmurs. “So full of us. So warm.”
I rock again, my length sliding through our combined release. Each tiny thrust pushes my seed deeper, and the fertility side of my nature purrs with satisfaction.
“Do you feel how perfectly we fit?” I whisper into her ear. “How your body holds onto every drop?”
Her walls pulse around me in response, and I answer with another slow rock of my hips.
“We could stay like this forever,” Ashán murmurs into her hair. “Buried deep. Keeping you full.”
I press soft kisses to her sweat-dampened skin. “Ním.”
Her lids flutter closed. “Neeth. Always neeth.”
And through it all, buried inside my mate while her body relaxes around us, the bond pulls taut between us.
Soft snores fall from her lips as she drifts off to sleep. I’m about to join her when Ashán asks a question that shakes me to my core: Why didn’t the bond seal?