Page 96 of Fate Unchained

With a huff she collapsed back onto the bed. “It’s torture.”

“You can handle it.” He kept nipping at her neck, priming her for his bite. He brought her to the edge again, and again, but didn’t let her slip over it.

When she was consumed by fire, every touch, every lick, making her jerk and moan, he finally quickened his pace. His breathing grew ragged and his thrusts harder. Deeper.

The base of his cock swelled, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. This was what she needed.

He growled, and with one thrust, he sank his knot inside. She cried out his name and exploded, crashing over the edge in the strongest climax she’d ever had. She clutched him tightly, and he joined her, shooting hot and deep inside her.

Kyril wrapped her in his arms, and his mouth landed at her neck. He licked over the slope of her shoulder once. She shivered. He was making her his. Right now.

He bit.

Lightning struck inside her chest. The powerful force punched through her, and at first it seemed fierce, almost overwhelming, but then it gentled, and settled at her heart. Her entire body turned hot, and she quivered, but not from pain. An awareness was building, a new sensation both familiar but also strong. So strong. Kyril’s love for her.

When Kyril loved, he loved completely. Fiercely.

Her chest expanded and she didn’t know how she could contain this much love inside her. This was perfect. He was perfect.

Kyril gasped and his forehead rested on hers. “I can feel you, lalee.”

She nodded. “Yes.” She hugged him closer. “Feel how much I love you.” His purr vibrated through them both as they lay completely entwined.

The golden light of their rune swirled above them and filled the room. It chimed, split in half, and returned to their chests. To their hearts. Its warmth wrapped around their new bond, as if sealing it into place.

She lost track of time, their pleasure spiraling back up and then cresting in low, long releases. Kyril spoke into her ear about how much he loved her, and she murmured the same back to him.

“I want to say a vow in Vulk to you,” he whispered. “One of our ancient vows. Hans and Briony said it to each other when they had their wedding, and I want to say it to you.”

She nodded against his neck. “Will you say it in Vulk?”

“Yes. What it translates to is, ‘I pledge my love to you. I promise you the first bite of my meat, and the first sip from my cup. I pledge that your name will be the sweetest word on my lips, and the only name I ever cry aloud in passion. I pledge my loyalty will be never-ending. You are my heart. The face of my sun. The violin of my music. You belong to me, and I belong to you, for all eternity. These are my vows to you.’” He nuzzled her. “In Vulk, the words have more strength.”

Tears filled her eyes. “I want to say them back to you. In your language.”

His arms tightened around her, and he nuzzled her neck. “I’ll teach you.”

The hairs on her arm rose when he spoke his vows to her. There was power here, like she’d said all along, more powerful than any rune. She took her time to repeat the vows back, pronouncing the Vulk perfectly, and every word was like an additional bond, winding around the one already present. Locking them together for eternity.

When there were no more words they could say, they lay next to each other, her curled up against Kyril’s chest. He nuzzled her ear. “What do you think about staying here, with the pack, for the winter? I want to show you my den and leave the damn snow, but I think I’d like to help make the pack …” He trailed off.

She hugged him close. “You want to help make them a family again.”

“Yes. Exactly. A family again.”

She drew back to look him in the face. “That sounds exactly right.”

EPILOGUE

The snow had melted, and the sleeping trees had awoken, sending their leaves out of the buds, mixing the forest with a bright chartreuse against the deep green of the pines. Kyril entered the vulk den, the door shutting and cutting off the spring birdsong.

He walked through the entryway then turned right, passing the pack rooms—the large area for meetings, the dining area, the sparring and armory area, and their lounge room. Behind all of them was the pack’s newest room.

Lilah sat at the far end behind an oak desk Hans had made her as a wedding present. Bookcases filled the space, as well as a few vulk-sized chairs and a couple of tables. A female brownie named Darbywimple stood next to Lilah, scribbling on a bit of parchment.

Kyril scowled at the brownie. The last time they were in Coromesto, Lilah put milk out in front of her library, and this brownie came. She’d moved into the library and made it her home, working with Lilah to run it. They’d also set up a brownie network with the vulk den, which meant this brownie could pop back and forth with her odd style of magic.

It made it convenient for Lilah, and easy to send messages, but Kyril wasn’t sure about having the brownie around. Brownies always wanted to live in vulk dens—they wanted to live anywhere large and spacious—but the vulk had never shared their dens before. He would be keeping an eye on this one. Left on her own, she’d invite her brownie friends to move in, then they’d be stuck with brownies poking around everywhere.

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