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Pleasure weaves through me and I clench my thighs together. His pounding becomes less graceful and a hoarse groan breaks free from him. With one deep thrust, he finally let go. His chest heaves and he shivers on top of me, jerking wildly as he comes.
It takes long for me to recover because of the stupid venom, but Svenn is there to comfort me. When he is done making me gasp, moan, and writhe, he starts kissing me over and overagain. I think I’m smiling a stupid smile, but I don’t care. I’m just so happy and full.
“You’re mine, Svenn…” I look into his eyes and I know he is. Not just because of the bond. He truly belongs to me.
Chapter 30 Svenn
Rhianelle is nestled perfectly in my arms, the soft tresses of her hair tickling my skin. I take in the lines on her face, the face I had come to know so well and adore.
I had more glimpses into her past through the blood I drank earlier. Her life seems like a series of misfortunes. It’s one shitty thing after another. Little fawn has been through so much, though her scars may not be visible like mine. I want to know about all the storms she has weathered.
My resilient wildflower.
I can’t resist burying my face in her silver hair, inhaling the deep scent of water lilies.
Make love to me. I want more. I want it harder.
Hearing those words from that innocent mouth…
I want to fulfill every request, every desire she craves.
My gaze swivels to the guy standing at the foot of the bed. I find myself staring back at the black abyss of the bond’s eyes.
Is that how I look to Nel? No wonder her heart rate picks up with fear every time. I make a silent vow to be less intimidating to little fawn.
“I have no intention of inviting you back into me,” I say to the bastard.
Nel wants me, with or without him.
His anguished gaze locks with mine.
“I know,” he says, looking away. “But I need to show you something.”
He stretches his hand to me—no, not me—to the monsters that reside within me.
“Come now,” he coaxes one of the lesser beasts.
They don’t answer to him. Neither do I. But one of them wishes to comply with his instruction.
The creature slowly emerges from me, a small-winged faerie. Something in my chest pricks at the sight of the pitiful thing, with flower petals as clothes, clutching an acorn desperately close to its chest.
Lilith’s cruelty knows no bounds. What could she possibly gain by adding this poor creature into her batch of sacrifice?
“Show him,” the bond commands, his tone non-negotiable.
The pixie trembles at the sharpness of his voice. Slowly, it reaches into its pocket.
I don’t balk when it suddenly flies close to my face, sprinkling dust in my eyes.
Nothing happens at first.
Then the world explodes in the spectrum of colors. I nearly close my eyes from the glowing brilliance. A sense of vertigo overtakes me, something that never happens to a vampire unless we step on consecrated ground.
“What the fuck did you do to me?” I curse at the burning behind my irises. After a small eternity, my vision stabilizes.
I instantly know what the sight shows. It’s the essence of living things. Trees, animals, and mortal elves like Rhianelle, shine with an inner glow. The table, the bed, the pillow that we shared, an undead like me do not light up. It’s much likeWendy’s vision which shows the spirit or the true form of a creature.
The vision gradually dims until only a few glows remaining.
