21. Tezya
TWENTY-ONE
TEZYA
I stilled, watching as Scotlind gently dragged the blade across her scab, reopening it. Her sapphire eyes were a deep blue as she pressed the hilt of the dagger into my own hand, waiting for me to do the same. I repositioned it, turning the blade over. As I did, I felt the back of her with my cock. I still hadn’t pulled out—didn’t ever want to. But fuck. She felt so damn good that it was hard to focus on the task. But I wanted this more than the feeling of being inside of her. I wanted all of her, every single damning inch.
She watched as I reopened the scab on my own hand, not nearly as careful as she had been with hers. I wanted it to leave a mark whenever it healed. It would be the only scar I’d cherish. Every time I saw it or ran my fingers over the rough edges, it would bring me back to this moment with her. I had too many scars, and so did she, but this one was different. It was hope amongst suffering. It was a good memory instead of the horrors I tried to drown out and forget.
I took in every inch of her. The image of her laying bare before me. Her smile and how her left side rose slightly higher than her right. The freckles splattered across her nose. The way she’d slowly dragged her lips between her teeth, and the slow blinks she didn’t even realize she was doing whenever she wanted to soak in a moment. Pylemo, I loved her. I had never loved anything as much as I loved her, and I never would again.
As soon as the blood flowed from my palm, I collected a small drop of it with my finger. Scottie bent forward on the table, the motion driving me deeper into her as she brought my finger into her mouth. I almost melted from the sensation, imagining her lips around another part of me—later. We’d do that later. Right now, this was all I wanted.
She flicked her tongue over the pad of my finger before removing her mouth and doing the same with her own. A jolt rushed through me as soon as I tasted her blood on my tongue, our bond coming alive again with an electric shock. Our hands met immediately, neither of us uttering a word. We didn’t need to anymore. I felt the surge of energy intensify as soon as our blood connected, our souls bleeding into one another, becoming one from the inside out.
I knew she felt the same rush of emotions because her aura became alive, developing into a living, breathing thing for me to witness. I felt her pleasure as my own, and by her moan, I knew she felt mine as I started slowly moving my hips again. Our thoughts, our emotions, our everything was bleeding together.
The dagger clattered onto the table as I dropped it, but I barely heard it. All of my focus was directed on her. I gently tilted her head up to look at me, needing to see the emotion on her face instead of just feeling it.
With my heightened senses, I was used to feeling everything more intensely. Every pain, every pleasure, every touch was amplified, but Rumor was only just experiencing it now. It was overwhelming her, and I wanted more of her to unravel before me. I wanted to consume every part of her. She felt so damn good and right and perfect.
Tezya, she whimpered, but I think it was only in her mind .
“You’re mine,” I growled as I thrusted into her again and again, feeling the adrenaline fill our veins in unison.
Her answer was a moan as I lifted her off the table with me still inside her. I moved her everywhere, soaking in the different sensations with each new position. Standing with her in my arms. The chair. Against the post. On her stomach on the ground. Every single place in this tent I made her mine.
And with each damning, blissful moment, I felt the blood bond lock into place.