29. Elowen
ELOWEN
Chaos rages around the ancient altar stone.
Roots burst from the ground like living whips.
Cyris Vantrell screams orders at his remaining followers while Kaedric stands between me and the worst of the onslaught.
His massive frame takes hit after hit meant for me.
Blood streaks down his side but he does not move.
His amber eyes lock on mine through the swirling green magic and fractured light.
The vine mark on my wrist burns hotter than it ever has.
I feel the Forest God clawing to take root inside me, ancient power trying to hollow me out and wear my skin.
I fight it with every technique from my grandmother’s journals, redirecting the flow inward instead of letting it consume me.
My control slips. The magic fights back viciously.
Then Kaedric is there.
He reaches me in two strides, one large hand wrapping around the back of my neck while the other presses flat against my sternum, right over my racing heart.
The mate bond flares between us like a live wire.
I feel him. Not just his strength, but the raw fear beneath it, the unshakable choice he made to come for me, the way he has carried the fracture of our last argument every single day since I pulled away.
“I am here,” he says, voice low and steady against the roar of the ritual. “Not as Alpha. Not as protector. As yours. Anchor yourself in me.”
I do not have time for soft words. I grab the front of his torn shirt and pull him down into a fierce kiss.
Our mouths crash together, desperate and messy.
His taste, the familiar heat of him, grounds me instantly.
The bond surges brighter. Magic that moments ago threatened to tear me apart now finds a fixed point in him.
We do not have privacy. We barely have time. But the need between us burns hotter than the ritual itself.
Kaedric lifts me onto the edge of the altar stone without breaking the kiss.
My legs wrap around his waist as he shoves my skirts up and rips my underwear aside.
I am already soaked, slick arousal coating my thighs from the adrenaline and the bond’s pull.
He frees his cock with one hand. It stands thick and heavy, the broad head flushed dark, the firm dorsal baculum creating that unmistakable hard ridge along the top.
He pushes inside me in one deep thrust.
The stretch hits me like a shockwave. Kaedric’s thick cock forces my slick walls apart, spreading me wide as the rigid baculum along the top of his shaft presses firmly into my upper wall.
Every slow inch he sinks in drags that hard dorsal ridge directly over my g-spot, sending intense sparks of pleasure racing through me.
When he finally bottoms out, the blunt head nudges firmly against my cervix and I feel stuffed full, my inner muscles fluttering wildly around his heavy girth.
He holds still for only a moment, letting me feel every thick inch and the unyielding pressure of the baculum.
Then he starts thrusting. Deep, relentless strokes that make the altar stone creak beneath me.
Each powerful plunge grinds the firm ridge along my front wall with merciless precision, stroking that sensitive spot over and over until my thighs start to shake.
The wet, filthy sound of my soaked pussy taking his cock echoes through the ritual chaos.
My arousal is everywhere. Thick, creamy discharge coats his shaft and drips down to his balls with every withdrawal, only to be pushed back inside on the next thrust. I am dripping, messy, and so turned on I can barely think.
The bond pulses between us in time with his movements, feeding me his raw need and steady strength.
I cum suddenly, my walls clamping down hard around him as pleasure rips through my body.
Fresh slickness gushes around his cock, making each thrust even wetter and louder.
Kaedric keeps driving into me, the firm baculum never stopping its relentless grind against my g-spot.
Another orgasm builds fast on the heels of the first. When it hits, my entire body bows off the altar, pussy spasming violently around his thick length as I cry out.
Gods, I love this. Love when he takes control like this.
The moment Kaedric pins me down and fucks me with that single-minded dominance, something inside me melts.
All the weight of leadership, the constant vigilance, the battle raging just beyond this altar…
it all falls away. I don’t have to think.
I don’t have to decide. I can just submit.
Just be his. The deeper he drives into me, the louder that submissive thrill sings in my blood.
I crave the way he uses my body, the way he claims every slick, fluttering inch of me like he owns it. Because right now, he does.
A particularly hard thrust punches a broken moan from my throat.
I wrap my legs tighter around his waist, heels digging into his back, urging him even deeper.
Cum for me, I think desperately, pushing the thought through the bond along with a fresh wave of my own aching need.
Fill me up and let’s finish this fight. The sounds of distant battle.
Shouts, steel, magic cracking through the air.
Filter into our stolen moment, reminding me how dangerous this is.
How reckless. Yet that very danger only makes me wetter, tighter, more frantic around his thick cock and that perfect, grinding baculum.
I clench deliberately around him, rippling my inner walls in the way I know drives him wild.
My hands slide up his sweat-slicked back, nails raking down hard enough to mark him.
“Kaedric,” I gasp against his ear, voice husky and pleading.
“I need you to cum. Flood me. Please! Use me and fill me so we can go back out there and end this.”
Only then does his control finally break.
With a deep, animalistic growl he slams into the hilt and cums. Pulse after pulse of hot, thick cum floods deep inside me, filling me until I feel the warm pressure low in my belly.
The rigid baculum keeps him locked tight against my cervix, holding most of his cum deep while a little still leaks out around his girth with every slow grind of his hips.
We stay joined for several long heartbeats. His forehead presses to mine. His breathing is ragged. Around us the chaos begins to quiet as the last of Cyris’s forces fall.
Neither of us speaks yet.
The fracture between us has not vanished. Too much remains unsaid. But in this moment, with his cum still warm inside me and the bond humming steady and true, I know one thing with absolute clarity.
I am no longer fighting him.
I am choosing him.
And that choice feels like the strongest magic I have ever wielded.