Page 55 of Shifting Hearts 1
I enter her with a single, deep thrust. Raven cries out, her head falling back.
"Fuck," I growl.
I'm so deep inside her, the pressure almost overwhelming. I begin moving, her soft cries urging me on.
"Oh, gods. Please."
I thrust harder, deeper, and her nails dig into my shoulders. She's tight, so tight, and every time she clenches around me, it's almost more than I can take.
But I don't stop. I lean down, capturing a nipple in my mouth, biting lightly.
"Oh gods, Kieran, I'm so close," she whimpers.
I bite a little harder, and she moans, the sound going straight to my cock. I slide my hand between us, finding her clit, and when I press down, Raven shatters around me.
Her eyes squeeze shut, and her head falls back, the most exquisite cry ripping from her throat.
Her body arches beneath mine; not in surrender, but in recognition. The prophecy pulses between us, ancient and alive. The knot begins to form, and I feel it, magic coiling, bloodline awakening, the tether locking into place.
I pull her closer, burying my face in her hair.
“You’ll carry them,” I whisper, voice rough. “Our children. Our legacy. The prophecy will live through you.”
Her breath catches.
Not from fear.
Fromknowing.
The runes flare brighter, casting her in gold and shadow. She’s not just Raven anymore—she’s the vessel. The flame. The mother of what comes next.
“They’ll be born marked,” I murmur. “Bound to the old power. Feared. Hunted.Chosen.”
She grips my wrist, where the mark burns. “Then let the world come for them. I’ll burn it down before I let them fall.”
Gods.
She’s mine.
Not just by blood. Not just by knot.
Bywill.
And as the binding seals, as our magic fuses and the prophecy roars its approval, I know this isn’t the end of the story.
It’s the beginning of a bloodline the world tried to bury.
And now?
It will rise.
EPILOGUE
Raven
The mountain is quiet now.
Not silent. Never silent. It breathes beneath me, stone, ash, and memory. The battlefield below is scorched clean, the snow melted into black glass where dragon fire kissed the earth. The dead have been buried, the living have been marked, and I am no longer who I was.
