My body naturally sought whatever direction she gave. I hit the spots she moaned most for. Every thrust was greeted with a heady sound that tumbled out of her mouth. Her pleasure was all I cared about. Putting my seed in her was all that mattered.
Why had I waited so bloody long to claim what was mine? Why hadn’t I taken it before this? Dark and dangerously possessive thoughts continued to flitter through my head as I fucked her. As I claimed my mate.
My fate.
In a frenzy, I shagged my dove until she came with another scream. I wasn’t long after. I wrapped my arms around her, molding our bodies together and pouring every bit of my darkness into her. For minutes, my shaft pumped more of my seed into the deepest parts of her, filling her to the brim. It leaked down her legs and my fingers chased the liquid stream.
But her overstimulated groan dragged me out of madness. The all-consuming heat ebbed away and my head cleared. V was shaking and breathing unevenly. She crawled out of my arms and laid on her back.
My chest heaved in great gulps of air, every bit of my skin glowing brighter after all we’d done. Her eyes took a path from my chest to cock, and she worried her lower lip. It took all the control I had left not to replace her teeth with mine.
Because her mind had returned and the reality of shagging for the Season dawned in her expression. It was a bitter bite to my lust. I prepared myself for anger and disappointment, but her soft-spoken word was the farthest thing from it.
“Wow.”
My face was split by a grin so full of relief and joy it’d be impossible to hide it. “Wow? That’s all, love?” I huffed with a petulant pout, still somehow grinning.
V’s mouth twitched into a smile she didn’t want to give me. It was one of my favorite things to see. She couldn’t hide how amusing she found me, even when it annoyed her. I’d take whatever emotion I could get as long as it wasn’t regret.
“Oh, fuck off, you pretty asshole,” she complained, suddenly shy and covering her body. “How long do we have?”
I kept my complaints to myself about how she should never feel the need to hide any part of herself around me. But I also didn’t bother to mask my obsession with how lovely her body was. I’d never mute or hide how much I enjoyed everything about V. I was a man besotted, but one who didn’t give a bloody toss who knew it.
I leaned back and shrugged. “It’s anyone’s guess, dove. Perhaps a day or two, if we’re lucky.”
With a nod, she looked around the bed for her clothes. I pretended not to notice and took in her naked curves with all the time her search granted me.
After a minute, she gave up and turned to me. “Where’s Kate?”
I tried not to pout when she slipped straight back to business, but the longer I had her here talking, the more time I was givento appreciate her captivating figure. What I wouldn’t give for another taste.
My smile grew impish.
And I’d have my next taste before long. Thank the bloody Season.
Staying in the Fae realm no longer seemed so troublesome. Perhaps it was a good idea to go along with V’s plan for a spell. I’d get my affairs in order while playing a compliant shadow to my dove, and we’d lure Mistress Chaos into a false sense of security.
“In another room, kept asleep by my magic until you’re ready to…you know, answer endless human questions about the universe she’s now irrevocably a part of.”
I dared touching her thigh, tracing the soft shimmer of her skin she hadn’t noticed. Being in this realm, perhaps as a result of the Season or our undeniable connection, made her Fae blood manifest more than it ever had. I sensed her magic easier after crossing over.
Intriguing.
Was this Lyra’s intention by bringing her? Had she known it’d awaken her blood, perhaps even her magic? Curious.
I kept my thoughts to myself until I could confirm my theories. I wouldn’t bother V with trivial nonsense and instead focus on getting the fiery Hunter to acknowledge our forever connection. I no longer cared about how long it took to return her. Had she not been worried about everyone back in the other realm, I might’ve been inclined to keep her here. I still might. Because she was mine. The rune on her neck confirmed it.
As if reading my thoughts, her eyes strayed to my neck. “What’s that symbol? I don’t think it was there before…and it’s glowing red.”
I didn’t know whether it was better to play naïve or tell her the truth. Both could lead to equally painful paths if not handledcorrectly. But ultimately, I’d promised her that I’d be more forthright about everything. And I would be.
Within reason.
“A bond rune,” I answered simply, relishing the position she’d taken in front of me, putting her entire body on display.
Bloody hell the woman was enchanting. Every part of her appealed to me. She was a glorious sight in the nude. My hands ached to feel the soft, pliable weight of her breasts, the pebbled hardness of her nipples, and the wet heat between her legs. It made the perfect home for my tongue and cock.
Tracing her lush curves had been previously limited to brief touches and dancing. Never like this. It was a crime how soft this Hunter was. I’d never felt anything like it. Thousands of partners over the years and no one compared. I’d be perfectly content to caress her petal-soft skin forever if she’d let me.
