Chapter 136
“Stóirín,” I whisper, the word escaping me on a breath.
Her lip quivers, and she leans closer, her voice trembling but strong enough to wrap around me like a lifeline. “A chroí.” My heart.
Everly’s face is radiant despite the shadows, her beauty undiminished by the worry etched into her features.
She leans forward, her soft lips brushing against mine in the gentlest of kisses, a touch so fleeting and delicate it feels like a dream.
The sweetest scent of roses and jasmine fills my lungs, chasing away the damp stench of the cavern.
“You smell amazing,” I groan, my cracked lips parting on an inhale. “Like home.”
“I am your home,” she breathes. “I’m coming for you, Maxon. I promise. I won’t leave you here.”
I close the gap and press my lips to hers. “I know, but you shouldn’t be here. If they find out, they can trap you. Please, you need to leave.”
“You need to feed first.” She maneuvers herself on my lap, and lifts my bound wrists over her head.
I slip them around her and down her body to rest against her lower back.
Her skin is warm and soft beneath my fingers.
Without hesitation, I pull her in tighter, needing the contact.
My cock stiffens against her, aching from the nearness of her, from the sweet, maddening heat radiating between us.
"You smell amazing." I murmur.
Without taking her eyes from mine, she drags her hair over one shoulder and brings her neck closer. “Feed. Keep up your strength. I know you're trying to keep your pain from me, but I can feel the bond weakening, Maxon. Drink. Please.” There is a slight wobble in her voice that gives me pause.
I lean forward as much as the bones around my neck will let me and run my tongue over her skin.
Everly shivers in response, pressing closer.
My fangs descend, sharp and eager, piercing her flesh with a primal urgency.
The moment her blood fills my mouth, it’s as if the world snaps into focus.
Her warmth, her taste—so familiar, so intoxicating—surges through me like a bolt of lightning, setting every nerve alight.
My senses sharpen; the pain of my captivity dulls beneath the heady rush of her essence.
Driven by instinct, I rock my hips upward, desperate for the friction my body craves.
Everly’s breathy moans echo around the cavern, a melody that fuels the fire raging inside me.
Her hands fumble at my waistband, trembling with haste as she works my pants down just enough to free me.
The cool air hits my cock briefly before her warm fingers wrap around it, her grip firm yet tender, her touch electric.
She guides me to her entrance, positioning herself above me.
When she sinks down, her heat envelops me completely, and I’m lost—dizzy, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of her.
My teeth sink deeper, drawing in more of her blood as she grinds down on me, rocking her hips with a rhythm that leaves me undone.
The cavern around us fades into insignificance; all that exists is her—her taste, her scent, her body moving with mine.
My orgasm builds swiftly, a storm raging through my core.
I force myself to withdraw my fangs, reluctant but knowing I can’t take too much.
I lap at the wound on her neck, savoring every drop, my bound hands pressing her harder against me.
The wyvern bones tighten, digging into my wrists, but I don’t care. I just want more of her, all of her.
Everly’s lips find mine, hot and desperate, her kiss a blend of sweetness and fire. Our bodies melt together, her inner walls clamping down around me as I thrust upward, meeting her every movement. My control shatters as she takes me deeper, her slick heat driving me to the edge.
“Fuck,” I snarl, the word ripped from me as my climax hovers just out of reach, the tension unbearable.
Everly tips her head back, a sweet cry tearing from her lips as she trembles around me.
Her walls spasm, gripping me like a vice, and I explode inside her, my release rushing through me in waves so powerful I see stars.
My cock pulses as my body shudders. Her name falls from my lips in a broken whisper.
A faint golden light washes over us and my mind clears completely.
Has her blood been healing more than my physical wounds?
Then I feel it—the way her form begins to flicker, to fade. Panic lances through me. I don’t want her to leave. Not yet. Not like this.
I need to tell her about the attack, but how many days have passed? Does she already know?
Her fingers trail softly across my cheek, her touch featherlight as her edges blur further.
“Maxon,” she breathes, her voice a faint whisper, a ghost of a sound.
And then she’s gone, leaving only the lingering scent of roses and the ache of her absence.