Chapter 32 #2
He sinks into me, capturing my groan with his mouth on mine.
Kissing his lips, his neck, his collarbones, I call his name while he thrusts long and hard over and over again.
He grabs my ass, keeping me still so he can withdraw and plunge inside like I am the well from which all pleasure begins and ends.
My first orgasm catches me off guard, erupting over my body.
Shaw slows his thrusts, staying deep inside me while I squirm and leak down his balls.
“Don’t stop,” I whimper. He steps off the bed to drag my legs up to his shoulders.
“Never. You’re mine.” He shudders and pushes himself inside me with a new purpose.
Holding my legs tight to his shoulders, he releases every pent up moment of desire with unrelenting thrusts.
My body soaks in his power willingly. I focus on returning the exquisite love, drawing the fragments of our bond together until there is only one beautiful flowing river of gold between us.
“I’m coming.” I can’t stop myself from writhing beneath him on the bed. My thighs shake, and I feel his cock twitch, hitting my walls with such force the bed moves.
“Stay with me.” He collapses on top to keep our bodies flush together. When the chain on my hand touches his skin, he comes so deep, my stomach flips over, and I sink my teeth into his shoulder. Hooking his arm under my leg, he keeps us together and pushes us into the middle of the bed.
We lay tangled in each other, catching our breath and reveling in the quiet of our union. Tenderly, I stroke his back up and down, circling his shoulders. With every second that passes, his tattoos sprawl out down his arm.
“Shaw, your tattoo,” I murmur. He rolls off me to twist his arm so he can see the blue scrollwork darkening his muscled shoulder.
“Hopefully you like it. I will continue to change until we return to the Vanheim.”
“And me?” I ask, suddenly worried I am going down a road I cannot return from.
“You won’t look different until you cross over. But with the last link still not connected and both of us living in limbo, we are at our most vulnerable.” He stands from the bed to find the water pitcher. “Are you satisfied?”
“I am,” I answer, but my fierce smile fades when I see my blood smeared on both of our legs.
“Come to the edge of the bed.” He pulls the sweater I wore everyday in the caves out of our bag. It smells like us, and I suddenly have the urge to have sex all over again. Shaw takes a damp cloth and cleans us. The friction from the cloth renews my desire.
“We should sleep, but if you keep looking at me like that, I don’t know if I can show restraint,” he teases.
“Let’s pour the last link before I give up and taste you.
” I shiver in his boldness and wrap the sweater around myself.
He puts on pants and places the little mold on the stone hearth.
Taking the smelt cup, he passes me smaller tongs so I can help remove the lid.
“Did it look like that back in the cabin?” I watch the molten metal swirl in a circle like it is set in motion by an unseen force.
“No it didn’t. The metal has changed because we, well I…” He nervously pauses to meet my stare, struggling to find words that won’t diminish what we did.
“Your blood. Giving yourself to me. It was the final piece of the ritual. Now our bond is infused in the link, which will seal our fate as one.”
Watching him pour the shimmering liquid into the mold, I reply, “That’s why you held out for all these weeks. So I was ready to accept the bond.” I wrap my arm around my stomach and sit back on the bed, feeling a trickle of our come between my thighs.
“Mhmm. If you are worried about me finishing inside you, I can’t make a child with anyone but my bonded partner, and it has to be under certain celestial conditions.” He explains what I had been far too lost in the throws of my orgasm to think about until now.
“I would like to imagine we would be good parents.” I beam at the thought of teaching a little girl how to be a Viking.
“One day.” He puts another log on the fire, keeping the clay mold safely cooling to the side, and crawls back into bed with me.
“First, we need to find the reindeer with the star map. It will tell us the location for our ascendance into the Vanheim. I know Bjorn thought it showed the path to the herd, but the herd is ever changing.”
“They will be coming after us. Bjorn is riding as we speak to tell Harald that I am alive.” Talking it out makes it real, which scares me.
Harald will try to kill us again, simply out of spite.
Shaw covers us with the blankets, letting me cuddle against his ribs.
Resting my head on his shoulder, I can hear our hearts beating in unison and feel the profound flow of power connecting us.
“Rasha.” Shaw’s quiet voice is soothing. “I don’t want people to suffer any more than you do. We can take as many as we can into the mountain pass, but I don’t want to make a promise I can’t keep.”
“I know. I don’t know if we can keep them safe either,” I murmur as sleep washes over me.
“Hope lies in rebalancing the realms,” Shaw whispers, holding me close while our bodies fall into a peaceful rhythm of rest.