Chapter 28 #2
My eyes snapped open, and Philip’s glare cut through the room.
He was watching us, his fury and disbelief written across his features.
I smiled, a dark thrill curling through me, letting him see exactly what he’d lost. Something primal surged inside me—I needed him to know that she was mine, and had never been his.
The heavens themselves could not tear her from me, and neither could Philip.
Elowyn was mine but more importantly, I was hers.
That thought alone made my chest tighten, made the air around us almost electric.
My hand ran up her thighs, and as I lifted her onto the table, I felt a strange mix of protectiveness and possession, a desire to show her that nothing, no one, could touch what was ours.
Her dress bunched at her hips as I spread her legs and stepped forward, and her gaze met mine with quiet certainty.
She didn’t hesitate, didn’t question, because she understood the depth of what I was claiming.
Because Elowyn knew. She knew I wasn’t playing, that this was more than defiance.
It was a declaration. She wanted him to know too, to feel the irrevocable truth that he would never have her in the way I did.
A sly smirk flickered across her lips as Philip started protesting, and a surge of dark satisfaction swept through me.
“I think Philip needs to understand that you are mine, and no bond will change that,” I muttered as my lips brushed against her, teasing. Her eyes searched mine, and I could feel the weight of her trust, her surrender, the unspoken fire burning between us. “Do you agree?”
“Yes,” she whispered, and the force of her kiss struck me like a lightning bolt, harsh, determined, and full of intent. Her answer, though quiet, carried more conviction than words ever could, and it made my chest ache in a way I hadn’t expected.
Her hands pushed my ripped tunic off my bare shoulders and ran over my skin, digging her fingernails into my flesh. My fingers traced the edge of her underwear, teasing her. She pushed her hips into my touch before grabbing my hand and forcing it against her.
“Stop teasing me,” she demanded.
I pushed my fingers into her as her pretty moan filled the space. It was easy to forget Philip was watching when Elowyn looked so fucking perfect with me inside her.
I gripped her hair and tilted her back so she was looking at me. She gave me a knowing smile before it fell away as my fingers pulled out and pushed deeper into her.
“Abram,” she moaned. “Kiss me.”
My mouth slammed into hers, my tongue dominating her as she ran her hands down my bare chest and to my trousers. She had them undone and her hand wrapped around my cock in seconds. A deep moan tore from me.
I missed her touch. No one could’ve ever replaced her. My body hummed with acknowledgement—acknowledgment that her hands were the only ones that could make us feel like this, that she owned me, that Elowyn was my mate, even if chosen.
My thumb rubbed her clit as I pushed deeper inside of her. She let go of me and pulled my fingers from her. I watched her tug my trousers down farther and pulled me down so I was lined up with her wet pussy.
“I want you to fuck me.” Her voice was desperate.
I thrust into her as both of us moaned. I shoved her farther onto the table and fucked her as her mate watched. Elowyn was spread below me, and there was no doubt in my mind that she was mine.
She smiled when the table moved with the harshness of my thrusts.
I glanced up when Philip grunted, the table slamming into him.
I looked down at her and smiled as I pulled out of her.
She looked confused when I pulled her off the table.
I spun her so she was facing Philip and bent her over the table.
Philip’s eyes flared with anger. He closed them, but my magic pried them open as I lifted her dress, lifting one leg onto the table and slamming back into her.
“Reject him,” I demanded.
The sound of Philip’s struggle dragged me back to myself. But I was too lost in claiming Elowyn to give a fuck about him watching us. I wanted him to see her fall apart on my cock. His muffled curses filled the room, poisoning every fragile thing between Elowyn and me.
“W-what?” she moaned.
“Reject your mating bond while I fuck you. You don’t get to cum until you do. Reject your mate while he watches you get fucked by the only man that is ever going to have you.”
My fingers gripped the flesh of her ass as she pushed back into me. Oh, my filthy fucking girl liked this more than I did.
I grabbed her hips and thrust deeply into her making her cry out.
Power surged through me; the room trembled. I forced myself to not lose complete control, but I was failing miserably. “Say it, Elowyn. Say you reject him. Look him in the eyes while you're filled with me, and tell him you don’t want him.”
Her head lifted up, and I smiled as I pulled out slowly. She breathed heavily.
“I, Elowyn—” She cried out when I slammed into her.
“Come on, wife, speak.”
“Ashgrave, reject…,” she paused, moaning as I slowly pulled out. "Fuck."
I slammed into her again, making the table shift.
“I reject my mating bond with Philip,” she stuttered out as her body started shaking.
My hips pushed into her. I watched Philip wince… the bond was breaking.
“Say it again,” I demanded as I started to lose control of myself. My fingers dug deeper into her flesh as I slammed into her over and over.
“I reject you, Philip,” she called out. “Abram, I’m going to cum.”
The bond between them shattered with a sound only I could hear—something holy and awful. Their fate was no longer tangled.
“Then cum, Elowyn; you deserve it for being a good girl.” I smiled when she pushed back into my every thrust. “Scream my name to the heavens, love, and let them hear that even fate bends to us—nothing was ever keeping you from me. That your soul recognizes mine and not his.”
She looked over her shoulder at me and my chest ached at the look on her face. Her eyes said it all. I was hers, and she was never letting me go. Something cruel passed through her small smile.
“I love you.” She moaned. “Tell me you love me as you cum deep inside me.”
“Fuck, Elowyn.” I groaned. “I fucking love you.” I told her as her body shook with her orgasm.
She called my name to the heavens.
Her pussy clenched around me as I came so hard that my release shook the entire house. My eyes closed as I poured myself deep inside of her. Her cries filled the space as she came around my cock, the two of us riding out the waves of our shared orgasm.
I collapsed onto her.
After a moment, something shifted in the doorway. Ezra and Farris stood there, taking in the scene in front of them. Ezra’s smile crept slowly onto his face as Farris stared in shock.
“I see you kept calm.” He covered Farris’ eyes and turned from the room.