Page 81 of The Blood Moon Oath

I pause, holding myself still despite the urge to thrust deep inside her welcoming heat. The cool metal of the knife presses against my throat, a silent demand for permission. My pulse throbs beneath the blade, a staccato beat that echoes the desire coursing through my veins.

Sable's eyes search mine, a mix of fear, excitement, and something darker—something primal and possessive. Her grip on the knife tightens, and I can see the conflict warring within her. Part of her wants to use the blade to assert control, to mark me as hers. Another part trembles with anticipation, yearning to surrender to the pleasure only I can give her.

"Tell me what you want, kitten," I repeat, my voice low and gravelly. "Use the blade to show me how much you crave my cock buried deep inside you."

Sable's breath hitches, her fingers flexing around the knife handle. After a tense moment, she tilts her head slightly, applying gentle pressure to the blade against my skin. A thin line of red appears where the steel nicks my throat, a bead of blood welling up.

The sight sends a jolt of arousal straight to my groin. My cock twitches, the tip leaking precum in anticipation. Sable's eyes flicker downward, noticing the evidence of my desire. A faint smile plays on her lips before she returns her gaze to mine, the knife still poised threateningly at my neck.

With a sudden, decisive motion, she slices the blade across my chest, just above my heart. I grunt at the sting, but don't pull away. Instead, I lean into the cut, letting a rivulet of blood trickle down my abs.

I watch, transfixed, as the crimson droplets paint my skin,marking me as hers. Sable's eyes gleam with a feral light, her pupils dilated with lust. She's lost herself to the primal urges, to the dark hunger that drives us both.

Without warning, she throws the knife into the wall across the room, the blade quivering with the force of her strike. Then, with a fluid motion, she wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me into a fierce kiss.

Her tongue invades my mouth, tangling with mine in a dance of dominance and submission. I respond in kind, claiming her mouth with a possessive fervor. My hands roam her body, mapping the curves and valleys of her flesh, branding her with my touch.

As we break apart for air, I capture her chin between my thumb and forefinger, angling her face up to meet my gaze. "Now, kitten," I growl, my voice rough with desire. "I'm going to fuck you hard and fast against this wall. No mercy, no gentleness. Just raw, animalistic need."

With those words, I surge forward, driving my cock deep into her slick heat. Sable cries out, her nails digging into my shoulders as I set a brutal pace, pounding into her again and again. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, punctuated by our ragged breathing and muffled moans.

My hips snap forward, each thrust deliberate and powerful, designed to stake my claim on her very essence.

With a snarl of pure, unadulterated lust, I pound into Sable's quivering form, feeling her climax building with each merciless thrust. My balls tighten, signaling my own impending release, but I hold back, determined to bring her over the edge first.

"Sable, look at me," I command, my voice a low, urgent growl. "I want to see your face when you come undone on my cock. Tell me you're mine, kitten. Say it, and I'll give you everything."

Her eyes, glazed with pleasure, lock onto mine as she whimpers, "Yours... I'm yours, Torin!"

As the words leave her lips, a surge of energy courses through us both. Our powers, once separate entities, begin to intertwine and merge, forging an unbreakable bond.

Sable's body seizes up, her back bowing as the orgasm crashes over her. Her pussy clenches rhythmically around my cock, the contractions sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. I grit my teeth, fighting the urge to spill myself inside her as I focus on prolonging her ecstasy.

With a final, deep thrust, I bury myself to the hilt, holding her close as she rides out the aftershocks. As her trembling subsides, I let go, my own release flooding into her in hot, pulsing spurts.

Our combined energies reach a fever pitch, and with a blinding flash, the binding takes hold. Our magical signatures interlock, forming an indissoluble link that will forever tie us together. I feel Sable's essence merging with my own, strengthening me in ways I never thought possible.

I can feel her now. Her desires, her fears, her hopes and dreams. All of it is coming crashing into me and it's almost too much. But I drink it down, drink down her essence, her spirit, her everything. This is better than consuming a soul. It is the most intoxicating thing I've ever experienced.

And all it does is make me want to fuck her more.

As the last tremors of our shared climax fade, I pull out slowly. Sable looks up at me, her expression dazed and sated, but with a newfound awareness in her eyes.

"I can feel you," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. "All of you. And you can feel me?"

I nod, a slow smile spreading across my face. "Every inch, kitten. We're bound now, two halves of the same whole." I hold up my wrist. The black ring of the binding is etched into myskin. She looks down at her own wrist to see a second circle, next to the first that belongs to her and Alpha.

"Your brother is going to be pissed," she says, with an almost smile on her lips as she rubs her thumb into the new band.

I smirk. "Maybe," is what I say, but I know she's right. Even still, I don't regret it. And there's no going back. Kael will need to learn how to handle his jealousy. I wasn't even aware of what I was doing and I certainly didn't know the binding could work between more than one person. But, being able to feel her, her energy, hereverything, makes me so fucking happy.

She reaches up, tracing a finger along my jawline, and I lean into her touch. "This changes things," she says softly. "What happens next?"

I capture her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm. "We fuck some more."

Chapter

Forty-Two

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