Page 95 of Fate Unchained

The vae lighting turned on, revealing a massive room. Lilah let out a small cry. A four-poster vulk-sized bed dominated the back, with opulent blue blankets. The rug was a bright yellow threaded with blue and red. Large paintings hung on the walls, each one with the sweeping dunes and vibrant flowers of the south. “It’s so comfortable, and I love the colors.”

“Good because my den is decorated in the same way. Although you can change anything you want.”

She shook her head. “If it’s like this, it’s perfect.”

He set her down, closed the door, and went to a large dresser. The wood was exquisite, a dark color she didn’t recognize. “Is that where you keep your extensive wardrobe?”

But it wasn’t the dresser Kyril touched, it was the light-colored box sitting on top. As finely decorated as a jewelry box, it had a large golden horn curling from the top. “Oh, I’ve never seen a gramophone before.”

Kyril flipped a toggle on the side, and violin music flooded the room. “This is a vae gramophone. I bought it off them the last time I was in the Kuls. You’re listening to the musicians who play at the vae palace.”

The music seemed to flow through her, soft and beautiful. Kyril turned and held out his hand. “I want to make you mine in my bed, with music playing.”

Her throat tight, she nodded and took his hand.

He started slow, taking off her shirt, then nibbling over her exposed skin. He peeled her pants down inch by inch, smoothing his hands over her legs. He knelt in front of her and with one quick tug her knickers were off, but he took his time unlacing her bodice.

When she was bare before him, he paused and looked up at her. With one finger, he traced the rune on her chest. “When I bite you, it will be forever.” A vulnerable expression crossed his face, one she’d never seen before. “Are you sure?”

First his mother had rejected him, then he’d thought his pack turned its back on him. Tears pricked at her eyes. He’d shut everyone out for so long, but he was letting her in. And he needed to understand exactly what that meant. “I love you. I’ll always love you. I’ll be at your side, no matter what. In a cave, in your den, chasing spawn, I’m with you.” She placed her hand on his cheek. “I thought the world was only vivid and interesting in books. That in real life, everything was just a disappointment.” She stroked his cheek with her thumb. “Then I met you and I really lived. I don’t care where we live or what we’re doing. I just want to be with you. To wake up every day next to my mate. My vulk.” She leaned close and whispered, “I want to show you how you deserve to be loved. Bite me, Kyril. Make me yours.”

He pulled her to him, his hands greedy. Demanding. And hers were equally hungry.

They landed on the bed, and he slowed, his mouth trailing down to her breast. He used his wicked vulk tongue over her nipple, stroking, then sucking.

She clutched at the bed, then she clutched at him, running her hands up his back. Stroking her fingers through his silky fur.

He dragged her to the edge of bed, then knelt on the floor, hooking her legs on his shoulders, and spreading her wide in front of him. He paused and they locked gazes. As his mouth moved achingly slow from her right knee up her inner thigh, he continued to look at her, and he smiled slightly. “I could stay here for the whole two hours.”

She gripped the covers and groaned. “I want you inside me when you make me yours.”

His dark eyes glowed, as his gaze remained latched onto hers. “Yes.” His tongue found her sex, and he continued his languid movements. The music swelled, and he matched the rhythm. Faster. Then slow and seductive. She trembled underneath him, craving release, yet also wanting this to last.

He toyed with her, and her body coiled tighter and tighter. Her hips flexed as she tried to speed him up. Tried to get more.

The music surrounded her, and as it reached a crescendo, Kyril growled low and seductively. The added vibration was all it took.

Kyril watched as she crested. His pupils fully dilated, turning his eyes black. Her release rolled on and on, and he encouraged it with his tongue, rolling it as only a vulk could.

When she finally sank back, spent, he moved her into the middle of the bed, and settled over her. He nudged into place between her legs. Rubbing his cock against her, he groaned. “Perun-above you’re ready for me.”

She could feel the drenching wetness between her thighs. “Then give me what I need.”

With one thrust, he slid all the way to the hilt. His mouth dropped to her neck and he shuddered. “Lilah. Lalee.” The words were tight, as if he barely had enough air to speak them.

The bond in her chest hummed, flooding her with a new awareness. Every sensation was heightened, from the feel of him inside her, to his skin under her palms. She ran her hands down his back, and now it was her turn to shudder. This didn’t seem real.

She curled her fingers into his back and dipped her hips. “More.”

He groaned and moved.

His pace was so slow, filling her over and over with his thick length. She lost all track of time, all that mattered was him inside her. She both loved the way he took his time, and hated it. She thrashed, urging him to go faster, and he shifted his weight, pinning her in place exactly where he wanted, then stroked slowly over the places inside where she needed it most.

Maddening. Amazing.

She was so close. Her back bowed, and her head fell back. “Yes. Yes …” But he stopped, remaining still while all the way inside her. His mouth returned to her neck, and he nipped. She jolted. When he touched her neck, molten heat shot through her veins. She whimpered and jerked her hips, needing him to move.

He groaned. “Not yet.”

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