Page 107 of A Trial of the Heart

“Yes!” I roared as he moved to press me flat on the bed, forcefully pinning my wrists above my head with one of his hands.

This dominating hold he had on me heightened my shifter side, fueling me with a rush of heat against my skin that trickled along my spine. He looked me over, taking in the sight of my breasts bouncing to his thrusts before they ventured further down. Desire turned my blood to magma as I watched Daxton’s eyes lock onto the sight of his enormous cock sliding in and out of my soaked sex.

“You… are… mine,” he roared again, his free hand grabbing my hip as he continued to bury himself inside me over and over again.

I rolled in sync with his thrusts, causing him to release a gruff moan as his head tipped back and his eyes closed to sink into the pleasure we were giving to each other. “You feel so fucking unbelievable, Skylar.”

His grip loosened on my wrists, and I managed to snake out of his grasp, clutching the back of his head, my amber eyes blazing with power from my animal.

“And?” I growled.

“I’m yours,” he answered with a devilish smirk. “I belong to you, my Spitfire. Mymate.” He snarled the last word, thrusting hard into me and forcing a loud gaspfrom my throat with the mind-blowing sensation that followed.

Daxton’s hand moved between our thriving bodies, his thumb rubbing against my sensitive bundle of nerves as his cock plunged deeper inside me.

“Oh, Gods!” I yelled as his thumb circled my clit while he buried himself to the hilt.

“Come for me, Spitfire,” he commanded. “I need to feel you come around my cock.”

My eyes rolled to the back of my head while his lips crashed into mine. Daxton’s kiss devoured my screams of pleasure with each thrust of his hips and flick of his thumb. “Come,” he commanded against my lips, and instantly, I shattered.

Daxton rose, grabbing my hips in his hands and thrusting hard once more, roaring as he came. His magic blasted out across the room, shaking the walls and coating every surface in a thin layer of ice. His body became limp as he folded over the top of mine. He turned his head to the side and kissed me, savoring our climaxes as he remained inside me.

Then, I felt the phantom strings of our bond begin to intertwine and smelled the merging of our scents until I was his, and he was mine.

Until there was only us.

Chapter Twenty-One

Somehow, I managed to uncoil from Daxton’s arms, locate my discarded clothing, and creep silently out of his room without waking him.

The most difficult part was not cautiously placing my steps, silently getting dressed, or opening the door. No, the hardest part was leaving him. There was a pang in my chest that grew with each step I took down the hall. Gods above… The Mother and Father themselves blessed me with Daxton as mymate.

Last night, after Daxton fulfilled his promise, he cradled me in his arms while helping me wash away any remnants from losing my maidenhead. I was surprised at the stain, but then again… I didn’t just climb a small hill my first time. I took on the fucking Meja mountain herself.

When I told Daxton this, he chuckled and kissed me softly before joining me for a quick wash himself. The ease of our kisses and comfort in each other’s company was so natural you’d think we had been doing it for years.

After helping me clean up, Daxton, staying true to his word, promptly carried me back to his bed. We curled up together, silently closing our eyes and drifting into a calming sleep. Our limbswere so intertwined while we slept that I didn’t know where he began, and I ended. We naturally tossed and turned in the night, but we never once lost contact with one another.

Last night was everything, and I do meaneverythinghe had promised me the night before the first trial. It was more than I could have ever hoped for …Hewas more than anything I hoped for.

I awoke in the morning with Dax’s head tucked under my chin, his face cradled against my chest, sleeping so soundly that someone might think he was dead. I couldn’t help curling around him, enjoying how the passing minutes ticked by slowly, basking in our combined scents, which now blended like burning cedar on top of an ice-capped mountaintop—frigid like ice yet blazing like fire.

When I turned to kiss his dark brow, stroking his thick, hair away from his face, I made an effort to memorize this blissful moment.

The only reason why I was leaving his bed was, of course, my stomach. I was starving… And I wanted to make a special meal for my mate.

Peeking through the slit of the drapes on the windows of Daxton’s room, I saw that the day was well underway. The arching windows on either side of the large balcony were draped with heavy curtains, shielding the room in darkness despite the daylight outside.My footsteps were thankfully muffled by the plush rugs leading to the doorway, aiding in my departure.

I didn’t bother leaving a note. I knew he would find me.

I couldn’t help the girlish smile from crossing my face as I walked down the vacant halls of the Summit in my bare feet.

My mate, I repeated almost a dozen times, unable to hide my glee.Daxton Aegaeon, High Prince of SilverMeadows, is my mate, I said to myself, still in disbelief that last night had actually happened.

I blissfully passed the large arched windows decorated with elegant silver and white trim leading to the grand staircase. I gazed upward at the unique skylight framing this section of the palace that highlighted the beautiful sky above. My hand glided over the railing, admiring the detailed carvings with a new set of eyes and a feeling of tranquility settling in my center.

When I reached the kitchens and pushed the swinging door open, all sets of eyes snapped up to me; their busy hands froze as they stilled. I hesitated uncomfortably in the doorway, not sure of what to do.

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