53 Void Bound
They toppled out of the Void, into cool air and dark stone, a city glowing in the valley below. They fell together onto the cushions of Antal’s sitting room, Fi on her back, her daeyari on top.
Merciful fuck, he was still inside her.
The fullness of his cock, the flood of air into her lungs, struck her all at once.
Fi’s head tipped back for a scream, raw against her throat.
Antal’s growl bore a delighted edge, a serrated hunger, as lost as she was to this dance between them. He thrust, and she arced, dizzy with how deeply he filled her.
Delicious beast. Fi could bask an eternity in those smoldering eyes, the surrender of fangs through his pant. His claws snagged the back of her dress, poised to rip it open.
Fi stiffened.
“Don’t you dare!” She gripped an antler for emphasis. “This is a nice dress, Antal!”
“I need it off you,” he growled, breathless.
“Then take it off me. Properly.”
He bared all his teeth, muscles taut as he loomed over her, a predator barred from his prey. Fi devoured every piece of him.
Her daeyari.
Her husband.
And what a good beast he was, pulling his cock out of her with a snarl, then rolling her over. What a considerate carnivore, huffing as he undid her dress. Good manners deserved a reward, didn’t they?
Fi reached back to stroke him, the hard length slick from being inside her.
Antal returned a sound of anguish.
Somehow, he found enough composure to get the dress off, then drag her onto her back again.
He left the wedding pendant laying between her breasts, left his own dangling from his neck as he pulled off his clothes.
The scar of her teeth showed pale against his arm, a willing blemish on immortal flesh.
The marks of his fangs dotted her skin like a trophy.
The instant they were both undressed, Antal was inside her again.
The thrust left Fi gasping. She gave him all of her, legs and hands and mouth, all eager to touch him. To possess him. As he moved against her, his stomach brushed hers, sending a prickle through Void-ether scars.
She surrendered a moan.
“Louder,” Antal commanded.
“Earn it,” she panted back.
Antal braced an arm beneath her back, hiking her hips up to a better angle.
Fi was instantly breathless. Instantly frantic.
It was always a delicious fight. Antal’s defeat came in bending to her demands—his victory came in the whimpers that escaped her throat.
Fi’s defeat came in surrendering beneath his claws—her victory came in the building pressure at her core, this helpless bliss, this way she lost herself to the rhythm of them moving together.
His fangs scraped her throat.
Fi shouted as the climax took her, lost to the throes of it. She was untethered. Molten. She didn’t have enough air in her lungs, yet she cried out anyway, riding every throb of pleasure as the waves crashed over her.
When at last she managed to open her eyes again, Antal was watching her, his own look of rapture parting his mouth.
“Is… that… all?” Fi managed between breaths.
He grinned. “Never.”
Antal kept moving. Slow, unrelenting thrusts. And when he stroked a palm over her clit, Fi couldn’t stop herself from…
A second crest sent her arcing into him. Sweat beaded her brow, a deeper moan heavy on her lips. She rocked her hips with Antal’s, desperate to savor every spasm.
That was what undid him.
Fi felt his shudder. His pace hitched, a delectable slip in control as he gripped her ass. Antal buried himself in her with finality. With a growl so deep, it shook her bones.
Then a sigh, slow and satisfied as he sank.
Fi had never seen a creature as gorgeous as he was then: hair mussed and lipstick smeared across his neck, muscles softening as he had his fill of her.
Antal fell to the cushions, breath shallow and tail sprawled in exhaustion. Respectable. He’d done good work.
Fi nestled beside him, tired and sated, wrapped in his arms. A nest of pillows surrounded her, the comforts of their home. Thomaskweld sprawled across the valley floor beyond the window, the beauty of their city.
For the first time in a long time, Fi lay still and… enjoyed it. There was nothing to do tomorrow, aside from the normal city business. No immortal peril on the horizon, for now.
Best of all: no hurry in the way Antal circled his thumb over her hip, a contented hum in his throat. He tilted her arm to view the marks his teeth had left. Then, a gentle kiss to the spot.
“Ezria,” he purred, thick with reverence.
“Ezeri,” Fi returned with lidded eyes.
“Wife.”
“Husband.”
He kissed her mouth. Her throat. The curve of a breast. Lower, down the sweat-dewed skin of her stomach. Her Void-ether scars felt cool beneath his touch.
The Void had felt so foreign, when it first swallowed her all those years ago, a careless child on an icy riverbank. It felt like home now, the trace of her daeyari’s tongue, the scraps of abyss she’d sewn into her—just the beginning.
Maybe, she’d weave her other eye next. Maybe an ageless heart. Endless possibilities.
Antal moved lower, fangs dragged along her thigh.
“Not satisfied, daeyari?” Fi taunted.
“Why would I be? The night is young.”
Fi had thought him gorgeous before—he was devastating now, knelt between her thighs, a slow slip of black tongue across his lips.
“We may have forever,” Fi countered, the word slow and sweet in her mouth, a taste of immortality on her tongue.
Antal cut her a wicked grin.
“Then I’ll make good use of it, Fionamara.”