Chapter 76 #2
Fuck her good intentions.
“Fuck it,” I growled, pulling her head to mine, our mouths meeting in a fevered clash of tongues and teeth.
Despite my declarations and Faylinn’s reciprocated feelings, there was nothing soft about this.
We would have time—eons, if I had any say in the matter—to make sweet, soft love.
I’d worship every part of her body, caress every inch of skin until I was burrowed beneath so deeply, she could never unroot me.
I would worship her and only her until we were melded completely, existing as one as it always should have been.
But right now, I needed to feel her. Needed to satiate the feral animal that beat in my chest, threatening to explode from my skin completely in an effort to get to her.
My fingers dug into her curls at the nape of her neck as I pulled her ever closer.
Faylinn’s hands still covered my own, her nails digging into my skin as she scrambled to get closer.
Our chests were pressed flat together, our inhales and exhales synching until we breathed as one.
Her chest stuttered as my tongue plunged into her mouth to tangle with hers.
I greedily swallowed each whimper, each moan, as if they were the only thing I needed to survive.
It wasn’t far from the truth, in actuality.
All I needed in this life was her—my Rune Master, my Bonded, my Faylinn, my love.
I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth, biting down harshly until I tasted blood as it oozed from the reopened cut. Groaning at the taste of her, I lapped at the incision, soothing the sting with my tongue.
One of my hands released from her hair to trail down her back until it rested on her ass.
I cupped one cheek in my palm, groaning at the contact, before aggressively pushing her hips into my own.
Flush together, Faylinn moaned when my erection pressed against the apex of her thighs, already warm with arousal.
“Are you ready to complete the Bond, my love?” I whispered against her lips in between savage kisses. Faylinn panted in response, her eyes closed and head thrown back in ecstasy as I trailed my mouth down her neck to her exposed collarbone.
Her hands found purchase in my hair, gripping the strands and pulling hard to direct my head where she wanted. I laughed against her skin, nipping lightly at her neck before pulling back to gaze into her eyes, hazy with lust.
“Rohak? Why did you stop?” she said, somewhere between a whisper and a whine. It was a tone I’d never heard her use before, and it was one I would relish, especially because it was just for me.
“Tell me you’re ready to complete this Bond, Faylinn,” I said seriously. “That being with me, sharing the rest of our lives together, is what you want.”
The fog cleared from her gaze for a moment as her eyes bounced between mine, as if she were searching for her answer in the depths of my gaze. All she would find there was deep resolve and unrestrained want.
I loved this woman, had for quite some time, and wanted nothing more than for her to feel the same. The Bond flickered to life, pulsating with unfettered joy as the most brilliant smile split across Faylinn’s face, lighting her from the inside out.
“Yes, Rohak. Yes, this is what I want,” she said.
No sooner were the words out of her mouth than I pressed my lips to hers once more, pushing all of my joy, desire, and want into one deep kiss.
My hands worked quickly to pick her up and carry her to the bed.
I was thankful that the cottage was one small room with the bed nearby because, while I would do anything to put my cock inside her, our bodies were currently running on straight adrenaline and would definitely need to rest and recover when we were done.
We fell against the bed together, the mattress groaning with our combined weight and hurried motions. Faylinn’s head fell back against the pillow with a thump as I pressed myself above her.
“Off,” I panted, pulling at her tunic. “This needs to come off.”
She scrambled to sit up, her hands pulling hastily at her tunic to reveal an expanse of creamy light-brown skin covered in an array of tattoos. As she worked on her tunic and unbuttoning her pants, I pulled off her boots before toeing off my own and pulled savagely at my clothes.
I untucked my tunic and pulled it over my head, only to stall my motions completely with the sight that greeted me.
Somehow, in the span of a few seconds, Faylinn had wrestled her pants off and lay completely bare on the bed before me like an ancient offering to the gods.
“Fuck,” I breathed, my gaze taking in every inch of exposed skin.
“Was it worth the wait?” she breathed, tattooed fingers trailing up her sides, caressing her body like I wanted to—like I’d fantasized doing for months.
“Yes,” I growled, pulling at my own clothes in haste.
Seconds later, I was naked, Faylinn’s eyes widening in appreciation as my cock bobbed obscenely in the space between us. The head wept precum, pearly liquid dripping to land on her lower stomach.
Faylinn whimpered and reached out to caress my erection, but I pulled back. A look of hurt flashed across her face, one I never wanted to see again.
“You have already done that for me without reciprocation. Let me worship you, Faylinn,” I whispered, breath coasting across the small thatch of curls as I lowered my head toward her pussy.
The hurt was replaced by carnal lust as her pupils dilated. She gave me one shaky nod, but that was all I needed to dive forward like a dying man promised his last meal.
I gently parted her labia, exposing her clit to my gaze. Her inner muscles tensed and released, her body quivering under my intense stare.
“Rohak,” Faylinn keened, and I rewarded her little noise with a quick caress with my thumb. She jumped from the contact but settled again, anxiously thrusting her hips toward my face.
“Calm, my love. Let me look at what is mine,” I husked. Faylinn’s fingers curled in my hair, pulling my nose into her pussy with rough movements.
“Stare all you want later. Right now, I need you to make me come, Rohak.”
Her encouragement was all I needed, and I lapped at her clit, savoring the taste of her as I licked along her lips.
I groaned into her cunt as Faylinn gasped and writhed, her body already on the precipice and ready to fall. My tongue drew patterns against that sensitive bundle of nerves as I thrust two fingers deep into her vagina, curling until I found that spot deep inside.
Faylinn tensed and moaned, her skin sweaty and flushed as she fell deeper into the throes of her release.
“Let go, Faylinn,” I growled. “Give it to me. I want to taste you.”
With a mewl, Faylinn’s lower abdomen tensed before she came, her walls spasming around my fingers and drawing me deeper.
I released her with a pop, my chin and mouth covered in her glistening release. Faylinn’s body quivered as I thrust my fingers, prolonging her orgasm.
“Inside me, Rohak,” she panted, pulling my arm so my fingers came free of her vagina. “Fuck me. Complete the Bond. I want to feel you everywhere.”
With an animalistic growl, I fisted the base of my erection and coated myself with her release, teasing her with the head of my cock against her clit.
“With pleasure, my love,” I gritted through my teeth as I lined my cock up with her entrance and pushed, seating myself fully in one deep thrust.
Faylinn screamed, and I groaned, tucking my head into her shoulder to stave off my orgasm. The Bond danced in our chests, urging us onward and pulsing with desire.
“Is this what you wanted?” I asked, thrusting once so hard that her body jolted with the impact.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Faylinn chanted, her nails digging into the meat of my shoulders. “More, Rohak. More. Make me yours.”
I would never deny her anything.
With a savage intensity, I pulled out until just the head of my cock rested inside her entrance before thrusting fully again. She felt like heaven, like everything about her was made for me.
I lost myself in her; hard, rapid thrusts brought us closer to a precipice that I now realized was always inevitable.
Faylinn and me? We were always meant to find each other—always meant to be together. I loved her with the force of a thousand suns and now knew she felt the same.
A flood of arousal and adoration pulsed from her to me, and my movements grew jerky and uncoordinated, sweat slicking our skin as we slid together.
“Come with me, Faylinn,” I begged. “Come with me.”
Faylinn cried out, her hips rising to meet mine as I felt the first flutters of her orgasm. The feeling of her wet heat wrapped around me, of her coming undone because of me, sent me over the edge, and I groaned my own release into her neck.
My cock twitched, what felt like endless ropes of cum painting her insides as the Bond roared in my soul, connecting us for eternity.
“I love you,” I whispered into her ear. Her touches turned soft on my back as she came down from her high.
“I love you, too,” she breathed, the admittance burning a place in my memory.
“How did you find my cottage? Make your way through the wood without becoming lost?” Faylinn mumbled sleepily, her hot breath fanning against the exposed skin on my chest.
I paused my ministrations, fingers tangled in her wild curls.
“I followed your runes,” I admitted. Faylinn frowned.
“It was like a trail lit only for me—those runes you carved into the trunks of oaks and maples. Without your teaching earlier, though, I would’ve become helplessly lost. Never met you at your cabin in time. Altered the course of Elyria’s future . . .”
My words hung in the air, growing and shifting as Faylinn processed.
“Meddling gods,” she finally groused, burrowing deeper into my side as a laugh burst from my throat and rumbled within my chest. We stayed like that for longer than I could count, tangled in each other’s sweaty limbs, basking in the bright thread that connected our souls.
We were irrevocably tied together with a Bond and an understanding that couldn’t be broken.
“Faylinn?” I asked, eyes trained on the thatched roof of her cottage. She hummed noncommittally, nearly asleep. As much as I wanted her to rest and recover, knew her body needed it, I wanted this answer more.
“Why now? Why were we able to finally complete the Bond tonight?”
Faylinn stiffened imperceptibly before relaxing once more.
“Because I made a bargain with Fate,” she said simply.
“I hate when you do that,” I grumbled, much to Faylinn’s amusement.
“Yes, but I’m relatively certain you’d appreciate this one. It was the only way to save you after . . .” She trailed off, unable to speak, though I knew instantly of what she was speaking.
“After I killed Alois and drained my power,” I replied flatly.
Faylinn nodded hesitantly against my side, her words small and quiet.
“You died, Rohak. You died. And the only way to bring you back was to bargain with Fate. You returned, but sacrificed your magic to Meru. We kept the Bond, but I would have to give my immortality in payment once it was completed.”
Her words hung heavy in the silence of the cottage. My whole body tensed, breath ragged, as the reality of her agreement hit.
“Rohak, say something,” Faylinn pleaded, pushing up on her elbows so her face was directly in front of mine.
Tears stung my eyes.
“You sacrificed your immortality . . . for me?” My voice was hoarse with emotion. No one—no one—had ever sacrificed something so important for me.
Faylinn’s mouth twitched at the corners, her smile falling flat as emotion bled through her irises.
“Of course I did, Rohak. It may have taken us a few years to see eye-to-eye, but you were mine from the moment I saw you. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you—giving up my immortality was the easiest decision.
Rejecting you time and time again when I could finally feel the depth of your devotion to me as well? That was nearly impossible.”
“Why? Why did you keep it for so long?”
“Because I knew I would need it one last time.”
“The Seeing Room,” I said, understanding dawning. Faylinn did smile this time, joy radiating from every pore and casting her in a beautiful glow.
“Yes, the Seeing Room. I had . . . speculated that I would need to use it one more time. Fate was rather ambiguous when I returned to my body after our bargain.” She shrugged her shoulders. “Once I obtained that information, I was all yours.”
A smile broke across my face, tugging at my cheeks and stretching them wide.
“Thank you,” I said sincerely before kissing her soundly. “Thank you.” I tried to push every emotion, every thought and feeling into that kiss, and when Faylinn finally relaxed into me once more, I knew she felt it all.
I sighed in contentment as Faylinn’s breaths evened out, her breasts rising and falling as she finally found sleep.
Finally—at long last—Faylinn was mine, and I was just as stoutly hers.