Page 57 of The Highseer's Mate

"More," I whisper, though it comes out more as a whine. My nails rake down his chest, tracing the glowing lines that lightup under my touch. Varek growls, the sound rumbling through his chest and into mine, vibrating between our joined bodies.

With a swift motion, he shifts, planting his feet on the floor and rising slightly. The new angle forces him impossibly deeper, and I cry out, the sensation almost overwhelming as he fills every inch of me.

“Varek,” I gasp, clinging to him as his hands lock on my waist, holding me steady while he thrusts up into me. The slow burn becomes a heated frenzy, his hips snapping up to meet mine with a primal intensity.

I can barely breathe, my body igniting with each forceful stroke. Every nerve is alight, the pleasure mounting, and my walls clench around him, pulling him deeper still.

His lips are at my neck again, biting down lightly as he grunts, “You’re mine, mate. Take my bulb.”

I squeak when he thrusts up hard and holds me firm against his body.

His body tenses, his muscles flexing beneath my hands as I hump his body, my clit bumping into his rough skin and sending me into a frenzy.

Then, I feel it—his bulb swelling at the base of his cock, thickening rapidly as his grip on me turns painful. The bulb begins to inflate, stretching me further as my body tries to accommodate him. My eyes widen, my breath hitching as he fills me to the absolute limit.

“Oh my God,” I gasp, clinging to him tighter as the pressure from his knot locks us together. My walls pulse around him, squeezing him as his cock swells inside me. I’m shaking, barely holding on, and the pleasure threatens to break me apart.

I roll my hips once more and his bulb sends me into a new dimension. I arch my back, pushing down onto him as my body clenches around him and then explodes into sparks of euphoric intensity.

Varek lets out a primal roar as he comes, his bulb pulsing inside me. His seed coats my insides as I chase my orgasm, collapsing onto his chest. His hips buck with every pulse, his bulb trapping every drop of his hot seed deep within.

I gasp for breath, absolutely wrecked. My muscles are sore and exhausted like I just finished a hard workout at the gym. My eyes are plastered shut as I tremble in my mate’s arms, whimpering at every move he makes.

Varek pets my hair and hums a soft melody, our bodies locked together impossibly tight. All I can do is cling to him and pretend like my life isn’t spiraling out of control. Pretend I’m not terrified about what happens when the council gives their final decision.

After what feels like an hour of soaking up the calm, Varek whispers to me. “Mate.”

“Mmhm?”

“It’s time for you to go,” he says softly.

I shake my head, hugging him tighter. His bulb is deflating, his wet seed slipping out of me and pooling between our bodies. I can’t be bothered to move. I’m too comfortable and he takes away all my fear.

“You shouldn’t stay down here,” he says, pushing my hair behind my ear. His fingers tickle down my bare back and chills pop up along my arms. “It’s no place for a female.”

“It’s no place for you either.”

He huffs. “Paige. I won’t stand for you spending the night here.”

“I don’t care what you’ll stand for,” I whisper, unwilling to break apart from his warmth. I don’t want to lay anywhere if it isn’t in his arms and I can’t stand another night in my friends’ chamber, overanalyzing every look and wondering if they all hate me.

They should.

“I’m staying,” I say, pretending to sound firm. “Hold me?”

Varek’s arms around me tighten and he lays flat on the ground, holding me steady on his chest. “Until the very end, troublemaker.”

A smile tugs at my lips before I focus on the soft beat of his heart. The glows on his chest dim as we both relax. I drift off, safe in the arms of my mate, but terrified about what tomorrow will bring.

Chapter 22

Paige

After spending the entire day beside Varek in the mines, a male guard brought him a plate of food. My mate looks me over to make sure my leathers are in place before pushing me to my feet.

“Go. Eat. Get some rest in our furs,” he orders.

I shake my head. “Absolutely not. I’m staying here.”

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