Chapter 24
RELEASE THE BEAST
The cottage is cosy and warm, decorated in forest tones and striking, hand-carved wooden furniture.
It’s a world away from Halo’s industrial persona of steel and grey monochromes.
Not at all what I was expecting from a fae spy.
The ceiling and door frames are tall to accommodate the fae’s heights, but all in all, the small house has all the same amenities as I’m used to back in Halo. It just feels homier.
On one side of the open plan living area, there are velvet couches, with walls of shelves, filled with an array of books. Melek has hundreds of the bound tomes behind his study door in Halo. I’ve never seen him touch them. Just for show. These shelves brim with possibilities, open and waiting.
A certain poetry book with tattered pages and a cover falling off swims before me.
They can read here without remorse. Breath itching, I’m almost brought to my knees.
This place couldn’t be any more perfect.
Opposite the lounge area, beside the front door, is a kitchen area with a four-seater round table, and at the back of the cottage are two separate doors.
Intricately woven artworks line the walls, complex and whimsical. Fine potted mugs hang from small hooks above the lacquered wooden kitchen bench.
For the first time in forever, I feel like I can breathe, like I can relax in a space without consequence. The walls are not closing in; instead, they’re welcoming me with a hug. My back moulds into Melek’s front, closing my eyes to his touch and smell.
Not wasting any time, he hoists me up, striding over to the first door. I go willingly, unable to resist his pull any longer—or the ravenous stare. The first door he opens is a bedroom with a large circular skylight in the roof, showcasing the canopy and pockets of blue sky above.
As he gently places me on the fluffy spherical mattress, the same dimensions as the skylight above, I notice the climbing vines on the ceiling around the edges of the glass, which is stained in differing shades of yellow to enhance the colour of the sun’s rays streaming through, accentuating my body.
Melek stands tall, eyeing me up as if he’s about to have his first and last meal.
Tingles sweep through my spine, reaching down to my toes.
Silver galaxies swirl before me. My mate’s hair is windswept, still looking perfect.
His eyebrow has a small cut, but is on the mend, as is his chin.
Oh, gods above, does it make him look sexy as all hell.
This has always been my problem. Him. Not only the visual aspects of Melek.
No, it’s the way he holds steadfast in his convictions, mostly towards me.
There is something about a strong man who makes subtle changes to his beliefs for you.
I may act as if I don’t care. I didn’t want to in Halo.
It was easy to forget him when I hated him.
However, each time he chose me over them, I rejoiced quietly, and now I have him all to myself.
Now, he’s at the mercy of my whims. And I’m starting to understand that he always has been. There is nothing more powerful.
“Take off your pants, husband,” I demand, leaning on my elbows, eager to watch the show.
Firm golden muscles ripple as he hurriedly moves to pull his pants down his legs. I’m unperturbed, my core leaking before he’s even touched me. I focus on each part of his exposed sinew. The progression of his dark hair runs past the V of his hips to his cock.
I gulp, the sound of ripping material masking my slight whimper, his strength having taken his pants and underwear off, revealing all of his glorious body.
His hardened length stands at full erect attention.
It looks about ready to burst, aching and raw.
Thick metallic veins run down the sides of the mushroom head, similar to the veins lightly highlighting his eyes, pre-cum leaking.
He’s going to explode. No wonder he’s been trying to mount me all day.
At the sight of him, I expect terror to grip me.
It never comes. My tongue darts out to lick my lips.
I’ve never seen his cock so purple before.
He fists himself, moaning longingly, silver eyes fixed on my still clothed figure.
If this were lucid Melek, he would have me pinned to the bed, pistoning me.
This beast needs my permission. He craves it. That’s my undoing.
I shuffle off the bed—jerkily, thanks to my stomach—and he takes a step back, allowing me space.
“Take off my clothes.” The whine he lets out is one of relief.
Diving in, he rips every shred of clothing from my flesh, his wanton lust unmistakable in his expression.
He doesn’t miss a stitch, including my shoes and socks.
Both of us are fully naked, him breathing raggedly.
I walk into his chest and grab his firm, rigid cock.
The sound he makes on contact is bestial, untamed.
My insides shriek in need for him. “I want you to fuck me. Hard.” Tugging Melek’s thick length, his cum helping the glide, he practically purrs in submission, completely at my mercy. “Do you hear me, husband?”
Tugging him steadily, his aroma makes me weak at the knees.
Accompanying chesty vibrations hit me deep in my fluttering core, making me pool with desire for him.
Only him. That’s all it takes before he’s pouncing on my offer.
I’m lifted into strong arms. My legs open for him, wrapping around his torso.
Hands sinking into the warmth of his hair, I bring my lips to his.
My husband meets me lick for nip, our mouths promising the hard, punishing things we plan on doing to each other.
Everything from our past is forgotten. No threats in sight. Only pure pleasure between us.
The pressure of his cock hitting my entrance is mind-numbing, unrestrained noises springing free, and Melek greedily sucks them down. Taking his cue, my beast has my hands placed on the bed, bottom up, my pussy on display for him, and finally—finally—he slams himself to the hilt.
A ragged scream escapes my lungs at the sudden welcome invasion.
The sound our bodies make coming together is as erotically intoxicating as the deep moans we both release, Melek fucking at a punishing speed—exactly what we both need.
His hands caress all over my body in a frantic reunion, trailing kisses on my shoulders until I feel the huff of my mate, unhappy with this position.
I sense it too. Our eyes should be locked. I want to see his soul.
Pushing me on the bed so it’s cupping my form sideways, Melek’s cock never leaves my body.
One leg is propped up, with his length angling at just the right spot, and his eyes are solidly fixed on mine, exactly what we need.
So much so that it makes me almost want to squirm away.
It’s too good. I almost can’t take it. Not from my husband, the only man to ever take hold of my heart in such a raw, unforgiving way.
He’s intoxicating. It could be the fae part of him drawing us together; our mate bond.
Whatever it is, I can’t fault it right now.
Not when he’s making me feel like—like my body is electrified in euphoria.
I’ll take this pleasure and this man while it lasts because I know that when he wakes from this state, and when he turns back into the Halo commander, he will hate me—hate that I took him away from his precious chosen city.
The roughened pads of Melek’s fingers find my clit. Three swipes, and I detonate. There’s no holding back. Not when he already owns every part of me.
As my body squeezes his cock, he falls over me, roaring, spearing into me, spilling his seed. If I weren’t already pregnant, I would be now. I bite his lips as we clash. I wrap my arms around him, trying to fuse my body to his, wishing I could stay in this dream a bit longer.
Lying in wait for the man behind me to wake, I can’t stop the onslaught of fighting emotions.
A fierce swarm of locusts is making a home in my abdomen.
I don’t know how long we were at it yesterday.
His beast form had a lot of obsessive tendencies to get out.
He licked and sucked every inch of my body, not letting up until he’d found every crease in my skin, my body covered in him, his scent on me nullifying the possessiveness before we fell into a deep slumber.
My primary concern when he wakes is that he will try to fight his way out of the Willow. I’m convinced the magic he showed within the tunnel, which Sera referred to as Diviner powers, was a one-off, a reaction he had no control over. He wouldn’t hurt me again, or Sunny. What of the others?
I lured him here. Whatever actions he makes will weigh heavily on my soul.
Desperate hands pull me close, startling me. “Mmmm. Wife, you smell good.” His nose nuzzles my hair, probably smelling all the sweat and cum he slathered over me last night.
Ease him into it, Storm, I remind myself, ungracefully spinning in his arms, my size only manageable because I have his solence within me.
Last night, Melek insisted I drink directly from a cut on his neck, and who was I, delirious on mate orgasms, to say no?
Weak. That was exactly what I’d turned into, helpless to every part of him.
“Morning, husband.” He greets me with a lazy smile, familiar dark grey eyes shining back at me. Normal irises. I don’t know whether to rejoice or cry. My stomach continues fluttering at the possibilities of the next few moments.
“How are you feeling?” he asks, a gruff sleepiness to his voice, making my thighs clench. Fingers lazily caress my cheek. Closing my eyes, I lean into him, kissing the corner of his mouth.
“I feel great.” My grin is genuine, despite my concern. “How are you feeling?”
Quizzical eyes meet mine. I never ask him how he is doing. Shit. Stupid move, Storm.