Chapter 27
Volik
An inch away from my mate’s entrance, I pause. And I inhale.
Floral cherry juice floods my lungs.
Her pulse is pounding so hard through her delicate flesh that I can scent her blood through her skin.
The storm rages outside. Thunder rolls almost constantly now.
But that is not what’s making the building shake.
It’s me.
It’s the mate bond.
It’s because of Nix.
I am bigger.
Stronger.
More powerful.
More capable of protecting my mate. And destroying our enemies.
Because of Nix.
Because I found her.
I flex my fingers against her soft skin and shift my gaze from her core to her face.
Our eyes lock.
Hers glitter.
Breathing in the sweet scent of her arousal, I smile.
Her hands flex in the blanket beneath her.
And I cannot wait any longer.
Keeping my eyes on hers, I open wide, stick my tongue out, flatten it against her flesh, and lick.
Her cunt pulses in time with our hearts. And delicious flavor coats my tongue.
A groan rolls up my throat as I lick again.
My mate gasps. Her back arches. She squirms in my hold.
But she likes it.
I can smell it.
Her pleasure.
Her desire.
Her acceptance.
I lick again.
Her arousal tastes like the ripest cherries.
I groan louder.
Her slickness tastes like her blood.
I press my tongue between her folds.
I part her with it. Push into her. Consume her.
Fingers wrap around my horns. Tug on them. Stroke them.
My cock throbs as I lap at her pearl.
“V-Volik.” She pulls harder on my horns.
That purr builds in my chest. And she moans.
Nix moans, and I know she can feel it. The vibrations. Right where she needs them.
I grin against her flesh. “Do you like that, Mate?”
“I—Yes.” She cries the admission.
I preen as I suck her clit between my lips and purr louder.
Her sounds go straight to my cock.
Making my mate feel good is my purpose in life. I knew it would be. But now that it’s here, it’s more gratifying than I imagined.
“I-I need…”
Pulling my mouth off her sweet slit so I do not cut her with my fangs, I lift her hips higher. “I know what you need, My Flower.” Then I feast again. Starting lower this time. Licking all of her.
She wiggles.
She tugs harder on my horns.
She flexes her core against my tongue.
I tilt my head down as I lap at her special spot.
One of her hands slips off my horn.
A darker, deeper scent of fruit floods the air as she releases her other hand.
Licking my lips, I lift my head.
Nix is beneath me. Ass still in my hands. Glistening slit exposed. And she’s holding her hand palm up. Red line visible.
The newly extra-sharp tip of my horn scraped her skin.
It’s just a thin scratch. Hardly broke the surface. But there is a drop.
A single drop.
A buzz fills my brain.
The room blurs.
My mate is here.
Naked.
Open.
Willing.
Offering.
I breathe in, memorizing every inch of this moment.
“Nix…” Her name comes out as a hiss.
She holds my gaze.
We just met. She does not know me yet. But every time, she holds my gaze.
Warmth, that has nothing to do with lust and everything to do with affection fills my chest.
“Mea Unica.”
My Only—my Nix—slowly lifts her hand to her face.
Our heartbeat quickens.
She keeps watching me watching her.
And then she drags her palm across her mouth.
My cock throbs. Leaks. Because she’s…
She…
A pulse of gravito, stronger than any before, shakes the room.
The wooden bed frame groans. Starts to crack.
And I can feel it. I can feel the darkness as it seeps from my eyes.
Nix drops her hand, revealing the blood staining her lips.
And I release my grip.