Page 197 of To Free a Soul
She could feel him throbbing within her, filling her to the brim while she was pinned on top of him.
She wanted to tease him, act all sultry and naughty on top of him, but she actually kind of worried about his threat. He’d pulled her legs in all sorts of directions or had pinned her between a barrier and himself as he’d pounded manically. He’d snarled and growled while he’d bitten her, clawed her, and had seemingly tried to consume her entirely.
She shunted her hips forward, and any tension in his body eased.I haven’t ridden him yet.She would enjoy watching him lose his mind to pleasure as she took him nice and slow.
Oh, who cares?!
Life could wait. The world could wait.
She wasn’t quite ready to stop either. She wanted to witness him experiencing pleasure, and she’d always been greedy about her own. She was happy to give back and make up for everything he’d missed out on, and more.
And I do really love the way he feels inside me now.
It was different, and so much better.
A time unknown, but of disappointing discoveries
Weldir felt a familiar disturbance, one that his mist had recognised for centuries.
He peeked open his eyes and considered ignoring it as he brought a beautiful woman tighter into his arms. He patted her curls from the outside, ensuring his claws didn’t accidentally dive in and rip into the tangled strands from their constant intimate and rigorous entanglements.
Warm. So soft.He nuzzled his nose into the crook of her neck and took in a long, delicious breath.She smells so nice.As he had nothing else to compare it to, Weldir had no idea of her scent, but he wanted it tingling his nostrils always. He pressed his lips to her dancing pulse just so he could feel it.
His mate lay sleeping and languid in his embrace, her breaths light and lulling.
Like a persistent ache, his cock was hard, annoyingly throbbing, and he wondered if there would be an end to the torture of it. He never thought he’d feel lust not just between his thighs as a hot, pulsing rod, but boiling in his bloodstream, in his muscles.
It had taken over his mind, his wants, and desires so totally, he often mused on whether this was what Mavka experienced when enraged. An inability to stop or control themselves until they consumed their prey.
And Weldir had consumed her multiple times. She didn’t seem to mind his head between her thighs constantly, though. It wouldn’t be long before he was inside her once more, with her wonderful hands rubbing over his chest, his arms, his back, and sometimes gripping his arse to help guide him into whatever speed or depth she wanted.
I do like that her body is rather greedy.It hungered just as deeply as his did, and it meant he didn’t feel bad at all that he’d essentially trapped this female in his realm for who knew how long.She’s the perfect mate for me.
But that disturbance continued to radiate and call to him, and he knew he needed to check.
He lifted up slightly to make sure she remained asleep. Her eyelids flickered back and forth as she dreamt, completely out of it.
At some point he would feel bad that he was hiding this from her – what his mist had likely discovered – but he just wantedhis mate to be his own for a little while longer. To selfishly have her and ignore all the things that would distract her from him.
Gingerly rolling away to leave her floating by herself, he moved to a safe distance. He brought up his viewing disc, and the face of his enemy, alive and well, came into view. Walking beside him through the Veil was a rabbit-skulled Mavka with teal orbs.
I knew I felt that soul wander into my mist,Weldir thought, watching Jabez and his new companion.So, he wasn’t destroyed.
That was vexing – and concerning.
Even more so when he noted fully who was beside him.I don’t know her soul.He brought himself into a cross-legged position, finding it even more comfortable than when he did it as a bodiless entity, and tapped his claws against one knee.Is this perhaps Fyodor? I’ll have to manually tie our threads, so that I can find her in the future.
His brows narrowed in concern at their companionship, as they spoke closely as if they knew each other well. Too well.
Jabez climbed down the side of the Veil’s canyon wall with Fyodor above him in a low-quality dress that flapped in the wind. When she slipped and fell, the strong male was quick to save her, and his enraged expression revealed the pain it caused him. Yet he didn’t bark or snap at the Mavka, and just quietly assisted her – he even climbed behind her to secure her to the wall and soothe her with words.
Hmm. I didn’t foresee this happening.
Which wasn’t unusual for Weldir, who never saw anything coming. A godly flaw, but alas, something he definitely couldn’t change. He also didn’t know if he wanted to; divination was a horrible ability, as it took away the fun of the unknowns of life.
Then Jabez spoke her name, and it was different to the one Weldir knew.Zyh’lah? Like the black-and-white poisonousNyl’therian flower?No, he pronounced it a little differently – more likeZylah.
So, this is why Lindiwe was no longer able to see her.Jabez had renamed her.
