Page 98 of Feral Guardian
“You can’t hurt me,” he rumbles, his fangs grazing my neck.
“Bite me, too, please,” I beg him. “Consume me.”
His teeth spear into the meat of my shoulder and he slams into me to the hilt. I come undone again under the powerful pain, the unbearable pleasure, the way they mingle into a concoction of pure, chaotic ecstasy. All my weapons flex. Bones protrude from my elbows, shoulders, and knees. Teeth line my thighs and opening. I feel their drag along Alastair’s cock as he pounds into me.
His fangs break free of my neck and he’s suddenly pulling away. I whimper at the emptiness of my core, reaching out for him. Alastairlooms over me, one hand fisting his cock and the other pushing me down on the furs.
His glowing eyes burn through me as he growls, “Mine.”
I feel the hot spray of his seed as it hits my sex and Alastair roars. My blood glistens on his bottom lip and deep, possessive lust fills me. I’m his in every way. Marked in every way. His pumps slow and he stares down at me like I’m the only thing in the world worth looking at.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful like this, covered in me and writhing,” he says, his demon receding. “Such a good girl, taking everything I had to give you and wearing it like a queen.”
He crawls up my body, licking and nipping until his reaches my breasts. He sucks one into his mouth and flicks his tongue over my nipple.
“I need you to come for me one more time,” he says and I feel his cock at my opening again.
He’s softer than before, but still so thick, the aching need in my core is satisfied as he pushes inside me. His thumb presses circles against my clit, and he pounds into me at the same time. I’m on the edge of oblivion, risking my end to chase a fourth release. Eyzanth must be looking down on this coupling with great envy.
“I’m barely tethered to my body. If I come again, I’ll surely leave this world behind,” I moan.
“I’m your world now,” he says into the softness of my breast. “Come for me, wife.”
He bites my nipple and slams against me at the same time, forcing that leap into the abyss. I lose track of my body as I convulse, releasing all the pressure that’s slowly built inside me for years. The pining and the secret desire, it all comes out in one long scream of his name to the sky.
When I finally come down, panting and covered in our love, he’s there beside me. He kisses up my neck, licking over the spot he’d bitten and sharply reminding me of the mark. I love the pain of it, the brand that all others can see.
“I think the gods may have heard you,” Alastair whispers, then licks up my throat to plant a kiss on my jaw. He leaves another on my cheek, then the corner of my mouth.
I try to say how much I love him, that I’m unbelievably grateful for everything he’s made me feel, but the words come out in an unintelligible garble.
He pulls back and chuckles. “I know, wife.”
I kiss his wrist and his hand, panting and battling for cohesive thought. He lays down and pulls me onto his chest, uncaring of how covered I am in sweat and sex. He still smells of coconut and spices, but the scent of his release and mine mingles with it.
He kisses the top of my head, squeezing me and sharing his heat against the chill of the spring evening outside. We haven’t eaten, but I don’t care. I need nothing more than this.
“I am complete,” I finally manage.
Alastair hums. “I am, too.”
My eyes are heavy, but my soul is light. Still, I don’t want to leave him for fear that this has all been a dream. “Tell me about your magus ability?”
Alastair takes a deep breath, his chest pushing my head up as I listen to the slow thundering of his heart. “My mother foresaw the chaos I would cause on my fifth birthday when a power would emerge from me, but she hadn’t the strength to do what she was ordered to do. My mother and father fled the royal palace when I was three to save me, and she…took the measures required to prevent calamity.”
My fingers trail along the runic scars on his chest and arms. “These?”
“Yes. She held off my emergence until I was nine, until I’d had proper training with a master.”
I continue to trace his markings. “And her other prophecy, of you and I?”
Alastair is quiet for too long.
“You promised no more secrets,” I remind him.
He grumbles. “I did.”
“Well?”
