Page 43 of The Bonds of Nyx

“Thea came in and took Ginny to the other room,” he rumbled, his body tensing. “She knew you were in the throes of a nightmare. Knew Ginny could get hurt if—”

If my magic went nuclear.

“Please,” I whispered, shifting on his lap to straddle him. “Make me feel something other than—” I couldn’t say the words.Guilt. Shame. Horror.I might not have been the one to have plunged the knife into my mother’s heart, but she was dead because of me.

Elias cupped my cheek. “None of that,” he growled, tipping my face up with a pleasurable force. I felt him prod with the bond. “You are not responsible for that, Ivy.Theyare.”

I whimpered as his hand moved from my cheek to wrap loosely around my neck. His thumb stroked the column of my throat, sending shivers of desire down my body.

“I am yours, Ivy,” he said, tightening his hold on me. His eyes flashed dangerously as he forced my face to his. “And if you want me to fuck the pain away, I will take your tight cunt and makeyou forget why you woke up in tears. I’ll claim you again and make sure everyone knows who you belong to.”

I shivered again, but I couldn’t speak. Elias pressed his lips to mine and claimed them with a feral passion that washed all thoughts from my mind. We were a fury of teeth and tongue as I rocked against his hard cock. He took his time exploring my mouth, sucking my tongue into his own. I was under no delusion that I was in control.

I wanted him to take me fast and hard, but Elias kept me on the edge. His hand circled to grip the back of my neck, his other arm a band around my back, holding me tightly to his chest as he fucked my mouth with his tongue.

Whimpering against his lips, I tried to move, to create friction where I needed it most. My panties were a wet mess, and I neededmore.

Elias’s chest rumbled with his chuckle. “My beautiful mate. You want me to fuck your tight cunt. You want my cum spread across your delicious thighs.”

Desire pooled in my belly as I nodded despite his hold. I tried to wiggle, but his arm only seemed to tighten like a vice. The pressure of his hold soothed the magic but heightened the arousal building within me. He could spank me seven ways to Sunday, and I’d probably come just from that.

“Use your words, Angel. Tell me what you want.” His growl vibrated from his chest and through me.

I bit my lip and met his heated stare. His wolf was close to the surface, but Elias was completely in control. It made my pussy flutter knowing the other side of him was so close to the surface.

“I need you to fuck me, Elias. I need to feel you.All of you.”

His eyes searched mine like he was looking for a sign of hesitation. Like he was worried that I only wanted him because of the nightmare.

I needed him, though. He was more than just a quick fuck. Slowly, I opened myself up to him and pushed those feelings through our bond. I wasn’t sure how I was doing it, but it felt instinctual, like something I’d been doing my entire life.

I knew the moment my emotions hit him. Elias’s eyes widened a fraction before brightening, and he sucked in a sharp breath, his entire body uncoiling.

“Ivy…” he whispered before stealing my lips once more. This kiss wasn’t as harsh. Instead, it became a bridge to his own emotions. The influx of thoughts and sensations usually wound tightly within him opened up to me, flooding my mind, my heart as he kissed his way down my throat.

One emotion stood out above all others. Its warmth almost made me sob. Tears burned my eyes as I cupped his face and brought it back to mine. I feathered kisses against his lips before pressing my forehead against his.

“Do you mean it?” I asked, my voice a hoarse whisper.

Elias tensed, almost like he hadn’t expected me to pick up on it, but slowly, his hands ran up and down my spine, soothing my frantic heart and thoughts.

He was silent for several beats before saying, “Of course I mean it.” He cleared his throat. “Since the moment I saw you, I knew you were mine. My heart was yours before I was even sure we were mates. The night you were attacked by the hellhounds, I was certain I was in love with you, Ivy.” Elias sucked in a shuddering breath before tugging me into a bone-crushing hug. He nuzzled my throat where his bite marked my skin. “I haven’t given you enough reason to tell me you love me. I’ve been an ass because I was afraid you wouldn’t want someone like me standing by your side. But never question my love, my devotion. Because I am yours, Ivy Wilson. You own my heart and soul. I love you.”

I blinked back tears as I burrowed into his arms. Maybe I wasn’t quite there yet, but I knew I was falling quickly for my wolf. And the more he spoke and gave himself to me, the more I knew I would tumble over the edge quickly. I was on my way to loving him, too.

Pulling back, I pressed my lips to his in a quick kiss, catching him off guard. His arms slackened around me, and I used the moment to wiggle free from his grasp.

Our eyes met as I crawled down his body, so his straining cock was level with my mouth. “Ivy—” he growled, but I brought him to my mouth and kissed the base of it before he could stop me. His hiss of pleasure shot through me and right down to my core. As much as I wanted him inside me, I also wanted to taste him.

And he did not disappoint. Precum beaded on the head of his cock, salty and masculine as I licked him from base to tip. Elias tensed as I swirled my tongue over the tip before bobbing my head and taking him as deep as I could. I fisted one hand around his thick base and pumped while I hollowed my cheeks.

“Ivy, Angel, if you keep doing that, I will come in your mouth. And I’d much rather do that inside your cunt.” His hands wound through my hair, but he didn’t make me stop.

His cock popped out of my mouth, and I grinned. “Let me make you come with my mouth, Elias. It’s only fair.”

I took him in my mouth again as he swore, but he fisted my hair, holding it away from my face as he gazed reverently down at me.

Elias barely restrained himself from thrusting upwards into my mouth. He let me set the pace. The last time I’d given a blow job, I’d hated every second of it. The guy had been musty, and it had simply felt transactional. I’d only let him finish on my tits too.

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