Page 79 of Hell Gate

I nod frantically, my throat clogging. He sees me. He wantsme. I am his Lilith.

The rings of fire race faster while we collide over and over like exploding stars, then burst in a rain of sparks that send up tendrils of smoke from the ground.

We moan in unison as his cock throbs inside me, the deep pulses triggering my orgasm. The bond goes crazy in my chest, heightening the intensity of everything—the sensation of fullness from his length buried in me, the heady mingling of our scents, both spicy and sweet, the thrumming in my chest that feels like I could reach out and touch the fated threads that tie our hearts together.

“My flower,” he rasps. “My Lily flower.”

There are no walls left between us. Though he held himself back from me the longest, my love for him overwhelms me.

My arms shake, no longer plagued by the searing, tight pain of my wounds. The burn marks fade as I lift them from his chest to wrap around his shoulders.

“It’s not enough.” He holds me against him, our hearts beating as one. “You need more.”

It takes him several moments to pull out. When he does, he maps a path across my body with his mouth, guiding me to my back on the ground as he moves lower, settling between my legs. He leers up at me as he lowers his head, making sure I’m watching as his mouth covers my pussy.

I gasp as he devours me, his tongue stirring a new wave of arousal. He’s relentless, his mouth moving on me mercilessly to bring me pleasure. Before my thoughts fully form for what I need, he reads me through our bond and makes me come so hard my screams of ecstasy pierce the treetops above us and send birds flying through the air.

The fiery rings no longer surround us, yet the flow of energy along the tether connecting us continues as he worships my body. This is what he meant in the witch’s cottage, the energy mates could share to replenish their strength, to heal each other.

An insistent throb pounds in my core. My fingers tug on his tousled black hair. I want him inside me again more than I desire my next breath.

“Vale. I need you. Please, I’m burning for you.”

He understands, his piercing blue gaze smoldering as he gathers me in his lap again, our bodies moving together in anticipation before his hard cock sinks into me once more. A shivery moan slips out of me and my head tips back. This time the pace isn’t as fast and urgent, the slower build even more intense, spreading tingling sparks through me.

He takes me by the throat with his inked fingers and squeezes slightly, dominating me with each hard thrust. “Ride my cock, mate. We’re not stopping until you make a fucking mess on it.”

My body bends to his will, the need in me growing more dizzying the more he takes control. I grab his wrist, holding his hand against my throat as my hips move, chasing the sweet oblivion building inside each time I slam down on his cock. When I come, I clench around him, greedy to feel this pleasure forever. He groans, fixing his mouth to my shoulder, sucking fiercely to leave proof I’m his on my skin. He releases my throat to grip me by the nape, hauling me closer.

Valerian teases my fevered skin with his fangs again as his knot swells within me. He buries a groan in the crook of my neck and I answer him as he fills me completely, our bodies locked together and our souls entwined.

The urge has come before and this time it’s stronger than ever.

“Do it,” I demand. “Mark me. Bite me. Make me yours.”

My head tilts to give him better access and he releases a rough, primal sound at my neck on display, fingers digging into me. His cock pulses within me, stroking me so deep, the knot thickening even bigger. Groaning out a curse, he sinks his fangs into my skin.

We both tense at the breathtaking resonation in the bond between us. My fingers scrabble along his glistening muscles and he bands one arm around me, crushing me against his chest. His other hand drops to my ass and grabs it with bruising force.

Panting, he draws back, lapping at the bite with his forked tongue. Shudders rack my body, my sensitive nipples dragging against his firm chest. His luminous eyes collide with mine, full of enraptured possessiveness. His mouth curves into a feral grin, taking my hand and placing it over his drumming heartbeat.

“Mine,” I whisper.

CHAPTERTWENTY-SIX

LILY

It takes a few minutes for Valerian’s knot to go down. This is the first time I’ve managed to remain awake through the experience, the sensation of his cock returning to normal as delicious as the stretch of the knot when it grows. When it’s fully down, he pulls out, the flood of his come oozing out of me. He releases a filthy, satisfied sound and keeps me on his lap, his movements lethargic.

Exhaustion tugs at me, but I keep my eyes open, not willing to lose a second of basking in his arms wrapped around me. I have lost time to make up for and want every greedy moment with him I can get.

Even feeling his heartbeat against my breast, the unbearable sight of his throat being ripped out remains vivid in my mind. I shift as close as possible, needing to feel his skin on mine to reassure myself he’s alive.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper. “I didn’t think—I couldn’t. I thought you were in trouble and it killed me.”

“It’s not your fault. We should have protected you better. Shouldn’t have left you alone.” The scorn in his tone directed at himself makes my heart ache. He sighs harshly and strokes my back. “You’re safe now. That’s the only thing that matters.”

His hands continue to wander my body and he kisses me endlessly. I like that he’s so handsy with me. Affection glows in my chest for the side of himself my broody disgraced knight kept hidden behind his caustic barbs and abrasive attitude.

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