Page 97 of Feral Guardian
My fingers curl around his shaft and I focus on the feeling of him in my hands. I pump him against my stomach, his head rubbing through the slickness he left all over me.
“Oh, gods, Lily,” Alastair curses against my hot skin. “I need you.”
His legs flex beneath me, and he folds them into a cradle. The drag of his fingers leaving me sends a thrill up my spine, for I know what’s next. He shreds my trousers off, leaving tatters hanging frommy ankles, then grips my ass in both hands as he lines himself up with my opening.
He looks up into my eyes, his panting breaths feathering my lips. “This cannot be undone. Once I have you, you’re mine. Forever.”
His words drip with possessive greed that makes a dark part of me come alive. To be his, forever, is the only thing I’ve ever truly wanted. Alastair is freedom, and love. He is what I need to be alive.
I lower myself until he’s pressed against me. His eyes glow red and he closes them, gritting his teeth. His hands tighten on my hips, claws poking into my skin as he holds me aloft.
“This is your last chance, little imp.”
I lean in, moving my hands up to his shoulders. “I like ‘wife’ better,” I moan against his cheek, then bite his earlobe.
“Fuck,” he whispers, fingers digging against my sides.
His red magic is all-consuming, illuminating the dark tent around us. I let the little remnants of my green mingle with his, encircling us in healing warmth. He grabs the back of my neck, leaning my forehead against his.
“You’re mine, Lilianna.”
He seals the declaration with a kiss and pulls me down. His crown pushes between my swollen folds and stretches me even more. I gasp against his lips at the sharp burn, but it begins to fade almost as fast as it came. He pauses there, barely inside me, waiting as I adjust.
“Are you hurting?” he whispers, cradling my cheek with one hand as the other holds me up.
I kiss him tenderly to let him know I’m okay, then flex the muscles around his crown. Alastair huffs out a sharp breath, his claws tensing on my ass.
“You feel like nothing else. No words exist to describe the pleasure of you.”
I lower myself a little farther, loving the way he stretches me. My knees touch the ground and I move Alastair’s supporting arm up around my lower back as I adjust closer to him. I drop another inch and my muscles begin to relax.
He glides the rest of the way in as I seat myself on his lap. The press of his cock deep inside has me back at the edge in an instant. My core clenches around him and the intensity of pleasure it brings us both is palpable, like a presence around us.
“Long has my body needed blood and air to survive, but now it needs only you. My heart lives inside you,” he says, his lips hovering over mine.
The sweat and slick on my chest smears onto his as we press together. Alastair’s embrace is consuming, constricting around me until there’s no part of me that isn’t connected to him.
“Not even the gods could comprehend my depth of feeling for you, Lilianna Hilden,my wife.” His voice tightens like his hold on my face.
“My husband,” I whisper.
He makes a pained groan in response. “Future be damned, I would choose you every time.”
“And I’ll always choose you.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and begin to move. Our lips meet as my hips gyrate, moving at an instinctual level. I’m chasing that feeling we both crave, needing it. The nub of my sex slides against the mound of his pelvis, winding the pleasure deeper into my core as I grind against him.
Alastair’s tongue pushes through my lips and I open to him, our mouths locked in a passionate dance. He twists, lifting us both and laying me back against the soft furs. The change in position letshim go deeper, hitting a place I didn’t know could exist. The jolt of pleasure instantly pushes me over the edge.
I cry out against his lips and Alastair pumps into me faster. His hand grips my shoulder from under my back, pinning me against his powerful thrusts. The slap of his hips against my spread thighs sends my orgasm even higher. My vision goes white behind my closed eyes and my lungs ache for a breath I’m fighting for through the frenzy of our lust.
I sense the sharp weapons of my womanhood flex against him, and I gasp, pulling them back and breaking the spell unmaking my mind.
“No,” Alastair grunts against my neck. “Bite me, princess. Let me feel all your monstrousness. Let me revel in it.”
“I’ll cut you. I can’t,” I cry, the pleasure overwhelming my thoughts.
Alastair’s magus ability presents fully, his skin going as black as the space between the stars, and scales as thick as armor coat him. Crimson runes of power scrawl across his body like a sacred script. His cock thickens, stretching me even further and sending my thoughts into divinity.
