Page 49 of My Blood Is Yours

My eyes roll back as my muscles tighten, then go lax as my orgasm works its way through me. Cupping the back of my headin one hand, Sariel’s climax spills down my throat in pulsing spurts.“So fucking beautiful watching you come undone for me, mea floarea.”

SARIEL

After napping half the day away, I wake up pinned beneath Elowen’s hips, writhing and painting my cock with her arousal from where she straddles me. Her movements are frantic as she looks down at me with not merely lust but fear. Her fangs have lengthened—another confirmation the time for her to feed from me has come. Anticipation has my heart kicking against my chest. According to the books I read on the nature of asoulboundmortals’ shift, her drinking my blood will enable her to complete her transformation.

“I think I’m hungry, but I’m afraid, Sariel. I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Emotion fists my heart and has me rising to sit back against the headboard so I can give her the best position for feeding. Her needy hips, however, have other ideas, and it’s clear to me her body is at war with which urge will take precedence.

Taking the full globes of her ass in each of my palms, I guide her carefully onto my length that this female commands with astonishing ease. Still, I can only manage to fit the scarcest beginning of my knot inside of her, but it doesn’t stop her from working her hips back and forth to try and force more of it in.Once she drinks my blood, however, I know it will ease the pain of it and heighten her fragile body to welcome me fully.

I draw her closer against my chest, tilting my head to the side and baring my throat to her, but her body goes rigid. Tears line her eyes as she shakes her head.

“I don’t want to hurt you... I—I?—”

Elowen’s throat works as her chin trembles beneath the weight of her fear. “I don’t know what I’d do if I ever hurt you, or worse. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Sariel, and you’ve done so much for me… What if I drink too much? What if I puncture the wrong vein? What if?—”

My body curls around her protectively as if it will shield her from her fear. “You won’t hurt me, love. Have you seen the scars on my body? I was born in Hell. I’ve survived wounds no mortal could walk away from. One of my duties as a prince was to lead the front lines of my parents’ army. I’ve never been to war, but I spent much of my time quelling vicious riots. I’ve been stabbed, impaled, flayed, tortured—shot in the head by that godsforsaken fucking doctor… And how do I look now?”

Tears continue to stream down her cheeks as her eyes devour every visible inch of me, taking in every scar and evidence of my words before her gaze returns to mine. “Beautiful… You look beautiful. Like everything I’ve ever dreamed of and more.”

Sudden emotion swells to bursting in my chest and burns the dams of my eyes. My hands cradle her face, pulling her close to mine. “Perfection does not even begin to encompass your beauty and all your many qualities that never fail to steal my breath. We belong to each other, Elowen. The only thing I wouldn’t survive is your absence. Other than that, do with me what you will.”

I dip my forehead to hers, thumbs stroking her cheeks. “Our souls are bound together, Elowen… My blood is yours to take.”

ELOWEN

Overwhelming emotion washes over me at his words. Sariel tilts his head to the side to bare his throat to me once more, and I steel myself, putting my faith in his words. My hands cup his jaw as I press a lingering kiss to his lips before bringing my lips to hover over the curve of the long, thick column of his neck. My tongue licks a thick stripe along it to explore where my fangs should find their home. I canfeelthe blood rushing beneath his veins with my newly heightened senses, and in the same moment, an impulse I can no longer ignore spears through me. My lips draw back, and my jaw opens to take his flesh between my teeth. My heart seems to stall, and my breath catches in the space between—when my new fangs sink into his flesh like an anchor in water.

Rich, creamy, sweet copper spills into my mouth and it sets something deep within me—both body and soul—ablaze with what I can only describe as heavenly fire. I can feel his magic, can feel the essence ofhimpouring into me, infusing me, permeating every cell of my body. A startled and blissful, muffled cry escapes me as I gulp down his blood. Sariel’s arms tighten around me as a heady groan rises from his throat. Tingling energy, that almost feels like a rush of cool water, poursthrough me, and I can feel what I can only describe as a tether connecting my soul—my body—to his burst to life.

A sense of fullness and rightness suffuses me, I know that I need no more blood, but something else. Sariel straightens as I sit back, licking my lips of any lingering blood. His eyes glitter with awe and emotion as his eyes rover over me. I make a mental note to look in a mirror as soon as I can pry myself from him.Later. Much, much later.

Bracing my hands on his broad shoulders, my hips work to and fro over his length, sliding up and down andpressingfurther to take his knot. Sariel’s hands skate over my thighs, around the curve of my ass and up to cradle my waist. The blatant awe and reverence held in his eyes make my heart flutter.

Sariel wills a small, velvet box into one hand and opens it. My efforts slow as my jaw slackens, and my eyes burn at the sight of the ruby and gold-yellow diamond ring. I can feel the beloved, familiar hum of Sariel’s daemon magic radiating from it.

“Will you give me the honor and the privilege of standing beside me in all things for all our days, Elowen?”

Tears slip down my cheeks as I manage to nod through my watery smile as he pulls the ring from the box and slips it on my finger.

“Would you take my surname as your own?”

My fingers curl into the muscled flesh of his chest as I give another tremulous nod, eyes flicking back and forth between his handsome face and the dazzling ring.

Mysoulboundburies his hands in my hair as he captures my lips before tucking me firmly against him and turning us to lay me beneath him. His knees drive mine apart, pinning one to the side with one hand as his tail wraps around the other, spreading me wide. Sariel’s strokes deepen on each thrust, and I can feel his knot stretching me further until it’s at the thickest point.

“I love fucking you, Elowen Caelestis.”

Caelestis ishislast name. My heart bursts with need to weep my joy at where life has led us. Straight into each other’s arms, against all odds.

“I love you more than life itself.”

So close to being fully buried to the hilt, his thumb works over my clit, making my core spasm around him, as if trying to grip him and pull him the rest of the way in. My orgasm rises as Sariel inches forward, and I can feel his cock growing impossibly harder. Tears stream from my cheeks the overwhelming, intoxicating melange of bliss,rightness,love, and pleasure.

“Oh, fuck… Sariel, I’m cumming.”

“Me too, mea floarea.”

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