Page 2 of Found In Destruction

Mal, I l-love you,I mindlinked him. My body was enveloped in its soft, golden glow as my magic wrapped around him, giving him the same radiance. I felt connected to him on a deep level, like every atom in my being was vibrating, forever linked to him.

Something like this had never happened to us. Before I could think too deeply about it, I erupted, coming on his face so violently my legs quivered.

“Fuck, I love you too,” he growled. “I need you.” He licked me clean, savoring every drop, then wiped my tears from my eyes. I nodded, unable to speak from the aftershocks of such a powerful orgasm.

Removing his tail, he rolled us onto our sides with him behind me, banding his right arm under me and across my breasts and lifting my leg with his left hand. When he slid his cock inside me in one smooth thrust, our shared glow intensified, illuminating the darkness of our bedroom as if the sun was shining around us. As he fucked me, I cried—not from the sadness and anger that constantly plagues my waking hours—but from the happiness I felt in this man’s arms. Mal was my protection from the darkness, my pain, and myself.

I wanna stay here with you forever, I moaned through our mindlink as his thrusts went deeper, harder. My eyes rolled into the back of my head.Fuck, Mal, FUCK!

I’ll always be wherever you are, princess. I’ll follow you into Hell itself.

He dragged his tongue up my neck, over my jaw, and right up to my ear before he bit down on my lobe. I loved when he marked me, giving me a physical reminder that I was his. His tail snaked over my leg, then brushed against my oversensitive clit. Each snap of his hips brought me closer to the edge, until my vision went white and I came again. He pulled out, turning me onto my hands and knees.

He pushed my head into the sheets and roped my long hair around his fist, holding tight. My cheek felt so hot against the cool sheets as he pushed inside me again, filling my throbbing pussy to the brim, owning me with every drive inside me.

The way that ass jiggles iseverything, princess. Do you know what happens to girls with big, beautiful asses?Mal’s voice was hoarse, and his tail ran up and down the back of my thighs.

They get spanked?I asked, hoping to heaven and back that I’d feel the warmth of his hand on my flesh. Something about the burn of each spank and the heat it left behind was cathartic.

Yes–spank–they–spank–do–spank. Each slap of Mal’s hand against my ass cheeks made me feel like I was on fire. Wet tears rolled down my cheeks, and I reveled in how it felt to let go of all my chaotic emotions. To feelbetterfor a change. He knew exactly what I needed and provided it. Every time.

Mal’s thrusts became erratic, more punishing. He spanked me a few more times before he unleashed himself inside me. He paused for several moments before he pulled out and laid on his back. I snuggled into him, shoving my face into the crook of his neck. His strong arms wrapped around me, giving me shelter from the maelstrom that plagued me when everything got to be too much. In his arms was my favorite place to be.

We laid in satiated silence for several moments. Our breathing and him turning the ring on my finger were our only movements.

“You know we have to go back, right?” he asked me cautiously.

“I know. It doesn’t mean I want to or that I’m happy about it, though,” I recognized the petulance in my voice and hated it. It betrayed how hurt I still felt, despite almost four months apart from them.

He kissed my forehead, then my cheek. Bringing my left hand to his lips, he kissed and nipped at each of my knuckles, except my ring finger. His lips lightly brushed against the glimmering jeweled gold band he gave me.

“You miss them just as much as I do, even if you won’t admit it. We have every right to be angry…but at some point we need to assume our responsibilities again. Whether we do that with them while being romantically involved or not is your decision.”

“Wait, you would seriously let me choose that for us? I can’t make that decision for you.” Mal had been involved with Desmond, Ares, and Bash since he became a hellbound almost 300 years ago… How could he be so blasé about leaving them?

“Yes, you can. I love you so much, princess, that love isn’t a big enough word for it anymore. You consume me, heart and soul. I’ll always love them, but I can’t be with them if they don’t respect you and treat you right. I told you before, I’ll always choose you over everything.”

My heart burst with his confession. I cried like a blubbering idiot as Mal held me tighter, letting me wind down until I could breathe again. Between the mind blowing sex and my emotional breakdown, I felt exhausted.

“I love you, Malcolm. But your relationship with them is your choice.”

“Either way, just know I have your back. Always.”

That was the last thing I heard before I drifted off to sleep again.

An uncomfortable,scorching heat razed through my body, waking me up from my slumber.

It’s happening again.

I confirmed that Mal was still sleeping, thank the stars. Getting out of bed, I wrapped a robe around myself and pulled the shutters back a smidge. The sun was just rising, and merchants were already lining the streets below. Slipping into what this time period considered a bathroom, I looked in the mirror, frowning at my body’s harsh red glow, and my bloody nose. My magic was chaotically thrashing under my skin, just like it had the last time this happened.

Since we left the compound, Michael and I had bonded. He’d taken care of me since I left and listened to all my hurt-fueled rants and crying sessions. It turned out a lot of his issues were with my father, not me. I was unfortunate enough to get caught in the crosshairs. He made me promise that if I had another reaction, I’d tell him.

“Time traveling for too long, regardless of how long you stay in one period, can damage you mentally and physically, Diana. You know this,” he lectured as his healing magic worked its way through me, neutralizing my pain. “You need to tell me right away if this happens again.”

“Michael is right, Di. Maybe we should go home,” Oisín agreed, his grimace more telling than his words.

“I can’t go home…”

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