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My body accepts him, draws him in. His balls slap against me, and the sound makes me moan. I want more of him, all of him. I want him to take me and claim me in every way he can.
“I’m almost there,” I whisper, closing my eyes.
His groan is a rumble in the firelit darkness. Then his mouth is on mine. His kiss burns like flame, and the mark on my throat, where his fangs pierced my skin only minutes ago, flares with heat. I thread my fingers around his neck, as if I can hold him here, keep him with me forever.
We’re bonded now, I realize.Forever.
My breath catches. Raelan presses his forehead to mine.
His thumb massages my swollen clit as his cock works inside me.
“Raelan,” I whisper.
And he sends me into a deliciously warm spiraling bliss. My magic causes snowflakes to fall around us, and they melt as soon as they make contact with our naked bodies. I throb and clench around him, tipping my head back on the couchcushion, exposing my throat. He presses kisses along my flesh, still working me through my orgasm. His tongue darts out to drag along my heated skin.
Inside me, he gets harder,bigger.
My pussy feels stretched to its fullest. I cry out as he pumps in and out of me.
At the last moment, he pulls out and releases his cum across my belly, spilling everything he has onto my still-trembling body. His hand goes to his cock, stroking it, working it until his body ceases spasming. We both gasp for breath, and when his eyes meet mine, a lazy smile curls across his lips.
He’s so damn beautiful, it almost hurts to look at him.
But he’s mine now.Mine.
Forever.
I pull him back down, pressing my mouth to his, though with less fervor this time, my body fully spent after the pain and pleasure he gave me.
And I feel something then, a twirl of emotion through my brain, one that feels like mine yet is not. I stop kissing Raelan, caught off-guard.
“What is it?” he asks. He braces himself on his forearms, hovering over me. His scales are disappearing slowly, leaving bronze skin in their wake.
“I feel...” I blink at him, and he cants his head slightly. “I think I feel...you. Your emotions.”
He softens, lifting one hand to push a sweaty strand of hair off my cheek. “It’s the bond. I can feel yours as well.”
Catching his hand, I flip it over and press a kiss to his palm, then his wrist. His pulse beats against my lips. And in amoment of abandon, I whisper, “So, you know how I feel... about you?”
My eyes flick up to his cautiously. The lazy smile is gone from his mouth. He regards me seriously, though with a tenderness I’ve never seen on his face before. Our bond thrums with pleasure.
This will take some getting used to.
Raelan leans down, his chest pressing to mine, and kisses my forehead softly. As he pulls away, he whispers, “I do. And I love you too, Alina Ravenscroft.” His eyes glitter with gold flecks. “More than all the stars in the sky. More than the feeling of wind over my wings.” He traces my face with his thumb, brushing my cheekbone, my jaw, the dip at the top of my upper lip. “More than you may ever know.”
And in that moment, with him atop me and the fire burning in the hearth, I feel morewholethan I ever have.
Between one breath and the next, I wrap my hands about the back of Raelan’s strong neck, and I pull him in again, feeling his heat curl through the bond as I wrap my legs around him, intent on never letting go.
Chapter 41
Raelan
WE STAY THE NIGHT AT the little cottage, curled up together on the couch as the fire burns low and the rain becomes a gentle patter on the roof. Somewhere in the cottage, I can hear a slow drip, rainwater leaking through in some weak point.
When we awaken the next morning and realize Alina’s nightdress is shredded and unwearable, I wrap my hand around hers and lead her upstairs, to the small room with a closet full of old abandoned clothes.
“What is this place, anyway?” Alina asks me, her pale eyes scanning the dusty bedroom.
