Page 44 of The Unseelie War
Too late for him.
Too late for her.
He began to map every curve and hollow of her body with hishands while his threads adjusted to grant him access, lifting her and shifting her weight as his unconscious thoughts dictated. His multiple eyes tracked every expression that crossed her face, cataloging each gasp and moan like precious treasures.
This was what he had dreamed of during the endless years of his imprisonment—not just her body, but her complete and willing surrender. Not just physical pleasure, but the knowledge that she chose this, chose him, knowing exactly what he was.
“Tell me,” he commanded softly, his lips brushing against her collarbone. “Tell me what you feel.”
“Everything,” she breathed, her head falling back in abandon. “Fire in my veins. Your hands like lightning. I can feel every thread against my skin, every breath you take. It's overwhelming.”
“Good.” His satisfaction was growing positivelyevilin its darkness. And he was reveling in it. “You shall never forget precisely to whom you belong.”
One of his spider legs moved to trace along her thigh, the golden tip drawing delicate patterns on her skin. She shivered at the alien contact, but there was no fear in her—only wonder and escalating need.
His hands moved lower, mapping the curves and hollows of her form while his threads adjusted to grant him access. The venom had made her pliant and eager, responding to his every touch with soft sounds that drove his hunger to new heights.
“I have dreamed of this,” he confessed against her skin. “Through all the endless years of my imprisonment, you were the dream I didn't know I was waiting for.”
“And now?” she whispered.
“Now I am awake.” His multiple eyes met hers. “Now you are real, and willing, and perfect in my web. Now I can show you exactly what it means to belong to a creature like me.”
The promise in his words made her shiver with anticipation rather than fear, and Serrik knew with absolute certainty that this moment would be burned into his memory for all eternity. Not justthe physical claiming that was to come, but this—the moment when she looked at him in his true form and chose surrender instead of escape.
It seemed the Weaver still had some of herself left as the venom sank in. “Well…what are you waiting for?”
And he was lost.
The hazeof the venom wasn’t nearly as total as it had been in her dream.
Part of her was happy for that. She would remember this moment. She would be able to savor every second of it.
Part of her?—
A strange, inhuman growl left Serrik, coupled with a low, thrummingclick-click-clickthat resonated through her. It almost made her eyes roll back into her head. The sound itself triggered something in her. All the air rushed out of her lungs as she tried to think through the combination of the venom and the sound.
His hands stroked over her body, adding to the overwhelming sensation that was flooding her. She was still suspended in the air, though she wasn’t fully vertical anymore, but reclined at an angle, trapped in an ever-increasingly elaborate network of threads that Serrik was building between the structure of the room and her.
It was hard to focus, when he was kneading and squeezing at her body, nipping at her skin with his teeth, and?—
“Ah!” Ava arched her back as he sank his fangs into the swell of her breast, feeling more of his venom flood her body.“Fuck!”The burning ache and the need lanced through her.
He chuckled as he withdrew his teeth from her, licking at the puncture wounds before twisting her pert nipple between his fingers. “You retain too much of yourself…” His words were strained, barely audible through the thrumming. The man was almost subsumed entirely by the animal.
All she could do was moan in response. Everything else was beyond her capacity.
“Good, my Weaver…” The web he had built shifted ever so slightly as he climbed onto it with her. It still amazed her how little it moved despite his size.
It was the claspers that spread her legs and lifted them, pinning them to his web as he loomed over her, freeing his hands to caress her body. It was so bizarre—so inhuman, so alien, it made her head spin—but she moaned and arched her back against his hands, pressed against the soft fur and impossible strength of his spider’s legs all the same.
She wanted to feel every ounce of it. Wanted to know the crushing power of the creature above her. Wanted him to ravage her like he threatened andbreedher. Primal. Raw. Because he loved her. Because he wanted her. And because she loved and wanted him.“Serrik…yes?—”
And he was done with restraint. She felt the length of him grind against her, those ridges sliding against her core, teasing her, promising what was to come only briefly before making good on it.
Serrik swallowed her cry with a harsh and claiming kiss as he sank himself deep into her. He didn’t wait for her to adjust to his girth. He didn’t need to. She was more than ready. But there was no pause of hesitation, no gentleness as he rammed himself home.
And it felt like bliss.
