My chest aches with how much I want him too. I press a kiss to his inner thigh, soft and adoring, and the bond between us pulses—thick with heat, with promise, with the unbearable sweetness of anticipation. His skin is warm beneath my lips, trembling.
And then I move lower.
“I trust you,” he says.
And bloody hell—I trust him too.
That thought floods me the moment I take him into my mouth, and something inside clicks. Not just metaphorically. It’s tangible. Real. Like a jigsaw piece sliding into place, locking in a part of the bond.
I feel it everywhere.
Him.
In my chest. In my breath. In the frantic rhythm of my heart that now pulses in time with his. Deeper than pleasure. Deeper than desire. I feelhim.
Kael groans above me, hands fisting the sheets, glowing markings flickering in wild, frantic bursts across his arms and chest like stars caught in a storm. His hips stutter, control fraying at the edges, and I hold him steady, grounding him—not just with touch but with everything I am as I suck him deeply.
There’s nothing cautious or uncertain in him anymore.
Only need.
Only me.
He whispers something unrecognisable in Glowranthian, voice wrecked and full of devotion I don’t need to understand to feel. It wraps around me like a promise as I lick up the length of him, my grip firm and gently stroking the part of him I can’t cram into my mouth.
Maybe one day I’ll take all of him—bury him so deep, he forgets his own name. But it’s been a long time since I deep-throated anyone. And never someone Kael’s size.
Still, I’m greedy. I want to feel the stretch, the ache, the weight of him on my tongue like a promise. I wrap my lips around the thick head and sink down slowly, inch by inch, letting my spit slick his length as I work him deeper.
He groans—low and ragged, like it’s dragging out of his chest against his will—and fuck, it’s addictive. His hips twitch, but he doesn’t thrust. Not yet. He’s holding back for me. Letting me have this.
I moan around him, the vibration pulling another sharp breath from Kael. My fingers dig into his thighs as I bob faster now, sucking him in with messy, wet sounds, spit pooling at the corners of my mouth. He tastes like heat and salt and something wild, something fucking delicious.
His claws scrape the air beside me, his body trembling with restraint, but I can feel it—how close he is to losing control. And bloody hell, I want that. I want him wrecked, undone, roaring my name as he fucks my throat like he owns it.
And maybe, just maybe… he does.
When he finally spills, it’s sudden—hot and overwhelming. I pull back just slightly, lips still wrapped around the head of his cock as thick pulses of cum flood my mouth. I try to swallow, but there’s so much. It spills past my lips, warm and viscous, dripping down my chin and onto my hand.
Fuck.
His taste hits me hard—like warm cinnamon chased with the earthy sweetness of summer rain. It clings to my tongue, and I savour it, like I could memorise the exact flavour of him, burn it into my senses. I let the luminous fluid trail down my fingers, watching it glisten in the low light, slow and syrupy, and for a moment, I’m just… mesmerised.
I give him two slow, firm strokes, feeling the way his body twitches with every aftershock, before something tightens deep inside me—my breath hitching, muscles coiling. That tension, sharp and sudden, takes me by surprise.
And just like that, I’m gone.
Holy fuck.
My orgasm shoots through me, so fast and unexpected that I shudder and jolt. It’s like a live wire lit up my spine, sizzling through every nerve as I cry out—louder than I mean to. My hand clenches around him instinctively, milking the last of him as my thighs twitch and my vision whites out at the edges.
I barely manage a breath before collapsing against his thigh, chest heaving, skin flushed and slick.
Jesus. I just short-circuited.
Kael’s whole body is taut, trembling beneath mine. His chest rises and falls rapidly, like he’s struggling to catch up with himself—like the world tilted beneath him, and he’s only just feeling the shift.
I wipe the corner of my mouth, eyes locked on him, and I swear… I feel it.
