Page 47 of Bonded By Moons

Something changes between us in this moment and I can feel my core tingling and aching due to his firm grip.

I feel a heat growing low in my stomach and he begins to trace circles and swirls along my arm, rubbing and massaging me as I feed him my blood. He’s healing and it’s the most amazing thing to witness. I can’t believe my blood is returning life to him. His wings are straightening, his face wounds are rejecting the stitches as his healing skin pushes them out, and he’s breathing deeper. There’s a relief I feel in my chest as I realize I was finally able to help my mate in the exact way my body craved.

He moans as he continues to drink my blood and my skin turns to gooseflesh as I shiver from the sound. I want to own more of those noises from him. That was the best sound I've ever heard but now I want him moaning between my thighs instead. He parts his lips even wider and licks circles around my bite marks with his tongue. It makes me wish he was kissing and licking a different part of me.

Fuck. When did this become so hot?

I wonder how his lips would feel all over my body.

I crave him. I need more of him.

He licks my blood up one last time and I watch in awe as the holes close and heal from his kiss. With darkened eyes, he releases my arm and licks his lips with the final drops of my blood.

That sight sends a shiver down my body. I feel it start at my head and run to my toes.

I can’t think straight as the moons decide to intoxicate me with arousal to a nearly painful point. All I can focus on is the size of his large hands, which I wish would explore every part of my body. I can only focus on his lips and how badly I want them to caress my skin.

He smiles at me with my favorite, crooked smile. “You taste divine, my flame.”

With my blood dripping from his lips, the way he speaks is honey and sugar, sweet and sexy. I want more of this version of Willow.

I’m at a loss for words right now with how turned on I am. I’m waiting for his touch. I need to go clean myself up and cool off for a bit before I can face him again. I clear my throat and decide that’s probably the smartest. “I’m glad to see that worked. I’m going to clean up and have dinner brought in for you. Are you cold? Do you need more blankets?” I ramble off nervously.

Quickly standing, I start to walk away but Willow grabs my wrist and tugs me back towards him, causing my knees to collide with the bedframe. He’s sitting up at this point and the blankets have fallen past his waist, revealing a particularly large and hard cock through his boxers.

“Don’t hide from me, Ember.”

Flustered, I trip over my words. “I’m not hiding. I just can’t control myself right now. I need space.” I try to back away but he keeps a soft, yet firm grip on my wrist. I divert my eyes everywhere other than his waist. “Please.”

He tilts his head like he’s trying to assess my words. “What if you gave into those urges of yours and stopped fighting this?” His eyes remain darkened and the hard length of him under the blankets twitches. My eyes betray me as they grow wider while I fully take in the length of him. I don’t know if I can even get my mouth around that.

“I’m certain I’ll fit perfectly in that little pussy of yours.” He begins rubbing circles around my wrist and loosens his grip on me. I bit my lip. What’s the worst that can happen if I give in to these urges? I’ve already decided to commit to this bond but Willow doesn’t know that yet. I don’t know how much longer I can suffer through this internal battle before I give in to him.

I shake my head of those thoughts and pull my arm away from him. There’s an emptiness that surrounds me with the lack of his touch. I slowly back away, “I’m sorry.” and head towards the bathroom. I hear blankets russel before footsteps start pounding behind me. I turn around just before entering the bathroom and find Willow charging after me.

“Why!? Why are you fighting this? I deserve the truth.” He demands as he corners me against the wall. I try to push him away with my hand but find my hands tingling from touching his chest muscles. He cages my body in and places his forearm next to my head, leaning into me. I feel a warmth blossoming in my core again as he towers over me, his power and strength a strong addiction.

“Willow I–” I breathlessly try to defend myself but he leans in closer, causing my head to swirl with thoughts of him sliding his cock through my currently wet sex. “I think you need to continue resting and working on your recovery.”

“No. What I need is to know why my moonbound mate is set on denying us.” He growls.

I exhale and get more frustrated. Waving between me and him, I explain. “I’ve never done this before, Willow. I only did one-night stands. I’ve never grown attached to anyone before. With you, it’s different. I guarded my heart my entire life, swearing to never repeat the mistakes of my parents, but I can’t even control my thoughts around you.” Tears begin rolling down my face. I’m frustrated mentally and sexually since I’m still aroused from our blood sharing and can’t breathe with him this close to me.

He’s heaving breaths and trying to collect himself. He looks equally as torn as I do. “I can barely control myself too.”

He rests his forehead against mine, rubbing our noses together and causing me to hold my breath. He feels so safe. I’m scared about what the future holds but I'm not scared of Will. I know he’ll always protect my choices in life. But it’s my life. This is my destiny.

I decided then I should explain to him my agreement with the king.

Moving past Will, I tie my robe tighter and sit down on one of the sofas in front of his fireplace. The neon blue flames warm my skin and it feels like a lover's touch. Although I’m a water faerie, the flames Will produces feel like home.

I pour a glass of wine from the decanter sitting in the center of the coffee table and take a long gulp. “There’s something I need to tell you since we’re on the subject of our bond.”

He joins me on the couch and takes my hands in his, running circles and swirls along the inside of my palms. “What is it, my flame?”

“Well, I had to agree to a deal with your father to bargain for your release.”

“What?!” Willow bellows. He lets go of my hands and stands up abruptly, quickly pacing back and forth in front of the fireplace. He’s clearly processing exactly what this means. “What kind of deal, Ember?”

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