Emon’s gaze trailed up my body, fixated on the chains wrapped around my thighs, anger and lust swirling in its depths. "Especially more problematic with those chains, they will have to go" he licked his lips again, adding smugly, "but we could keep the top ones, since you are healing now."
My stomach clenched and I shifted again in my restraints. "You don't seem at all surprised, shifter. Something you need to tell me?"
He looked up at me frowning. "It's a theory, but if I'm correct—" His focus seemed to drift inward, then widened as he sharply inhaled. "Sweet goddess above, your aura…Remnant—your soul is just as breathtaking as I imagined it to be and so much more."
I leaned in, watching the wonderment wash over him. "Emon…" I said slowly, although I had already come to the answer, "how is it that you can see auras?"
"Did you know?" he whispered reverently. "Did you know that your aura is just as stunning as you are? I always knew the depths of you exceeded even the unparalleled beauty on the outside. I see you, Remnant Dark,” Looking at me dazed, he shook his head, "I see all of you, even the parts you hide in your darkness."
My chest rose and fell with each quickened breath, with each loving word escaping his sensual lips. "Emon." His name a whispered prayer escaping my mouth.
Blinking, he moved against his chains, his own sight returning. "Im sorry little umbra…it’s just, you never cease to take my breath hostage, not just your beauty but all of you, and I never fucking want it back if it’s you keeping it."
Tears threatened to spill. In Emon's eyes I was the reflection I had always desperately dreamed to be but somehow I could never find…until him, until now. "I love you, shifter."
If he had access to shift, I swear his fangs would have lengthened salaciously at this moment. "Tell me, soulmate, does your aura brighten if I were to show you exactly how I love you?"
My stomach clenched and my thighs pressed together. "I'd say that's an abusive use of our shared powers." Regarding him sharply, I added, "That's what this is isn't it? We are connected from our soulmate bond…you're immune to iron."
The fabric of his blood stained pink shirt stretched when his chest puffed with pride. "Clever little soulmate. Not at first though…the longer I am in irons…the more resistant I become, as longas I am not weakened physically. For example," With a deep guttural growl he pushed his arms out from his sides, thick muscle straining tightly against the chains around him before a loud crack echoed sharply in the yurt. It was quickly followed by the clinking sound of the irons falling from his body.
I bit at my lip, watching him slowly rise from his bonds and the more severe crookedness of his nose straighten slightly, healing to its original perfectly imperfect form. His predator presence sucking every ounce of air from my lungs while he slowly stalked towards me with an intensity that was feral.
Waving my fingers at him with a smile, I summoned the shadows, halting his slow stalking. His head jerked down in surprise to stare at my darkness anchoring him to the rug covered earth.
"Remnant," he said in a slow deep warning.
I gave him a wink. "While I appreciate your bad alpha hero saving the princess act, you should have learned by now that I am no damsel." With calculated precision, the strengthened shadows slashed my restraints with two dark blades, slinking away from me.
I sagged with relief but it was a short reprieve, memories flooding back with such violence that I clutched my chest with a sharp gasp. My breathing erratic, my body trembling at the sight of the monstrous metal that I had thought I had escaped from—I was so wrong. The trauma of my past still haunting me, branding me for life.
Chocolate spice enveloped me like a warm blanket and Emon’s large gentle hands cradled me into his wide muscular chest. The scent and feel of him chasing away the panic.
His hand softly gripped my chin, tilting me head to look into his golden eyes, Emon breathed deep, his nostrils flaring. "I love you and you are safe." Then he bent his head towards mine, trailing his tongue across my bloodied lips with a groan.
Hungrily, his mouth moved quickly over my cheek, the top of my shoulder, my collar bone—my breath quickened. He bowed, studying the scratches across my torso, licking through the torn leather at the wounds beneath. I gasped when his head ducked to my thighs where the irons had first come in contact with me during his and Riella's escape. Delicately he licked at that skin too, healing the invisible scars, and groaning loudly again as if he had just sampled the sweetest most delicious morsel in all his years.
Heat licked its way from my head to my toes and back to where the hot breath of my soulmate still tickled my upper thigh. "I love you too," I whispered and reached down to pull his mouth back to mine. Swiping with my tongue at the blood covering his roughed face, returning the favor he had graced me, Emon released a predatorial purr of satisfaction followed by an explosion of our bodies crashing into each other like violent seas.
I gasped against his mouth when my back slammed into the large wooden post, instinctively wrapping my legs around him to close the distance, wanting to feel every inch of his hardened body against me.
"I need to be so far inside of you that I'll stay there permanently. I'll never be without you again," he growled low, biting and sucking at my lips like a starved beast while ripping my shorts down past my knees and thrusting his fingers deep inside of me.
He swallowed down my passionate cries while the loud drums of the demon celebration outside drowned out any noise escaping from us in the darkened yurt.
His thrusting joined the quick rhythm of the heathen drums and my stomach clenched hard as his thumb brushed against my clit. "Cum for me, little umbra." He shoved deeper, snarling against my lips while I clawed at his arms. "You may not have needed me to save you and you may not be the damsel in distress, but I'm sure as goddess going to fuck you like one."
I screamed, my cries of pleasure muffled by Emon's talented tongue, riding out my release in bursting spasms. Emon's chest vibrating with his own dark sensual purr of satisfaction.
Too quickly for me to comprehend, I gasped when Emon's cock pushed fully inside me. Wrenching my hands from him, he forced them up over my head, his grip enveloping both my wrists as he pinned me to the post. "I told you I would work with this," he growled, his fangs biting at the sensitive skin between my shoulder and neck—his cock continuing to plunge rhythmically deep inside me.
"Yes!" I hissed, meeting him just as hard, wanting to feel him just the way he described, so deep that he could never leave me again.
We would be one forever.
A clawed hand dug into my ass, tilting me in a different way that sent me gasping and writhing against his grip above.
Jerking his golden gaze up to meet my own, his thrusting slowed, concern for my well being so obvious thatI snarled, biting at his lip and tasting his sweet chocolate spiced blood on my tongue.
