Thick, daunting, black water surrounds my body.
I have to swim... I have to...
The dark water keeps pulling me down.
It’s suffocating me.
Cold... It’s so cold here.
I’m supposed to remember something...
But I cannot think past the consuming blackness enveloping me. I’m supposed to fight it. I don’t belong here. I must get out... I must get back to...
I’m so tired...
“Something isn’t right... Why isn’t she waking up?”
“My Lord, we are doing our best. She is stable, that is what’s impor-”
“Your best isn’t fucking good enough! You need to do more, this is unacceptable! She’s been out for far too long!”
“Please, My Lord, shouting is not good for her. We must be patient. All we can do is wait. She’s going to be alright...”
“... I-I’m sorry... I just can’t take seeing her like this... I can’t...”
“My Lord, perhaps you should get some rest. You’ve not given yourself time to sleep, or bathe, or even eat a decent meal.”
“No... No, I won’t leave her.”
His voice... I think I know his voice...
Who is he? I can’t remember...
I want to reach out, to soothe his discomfort.
My arms are blocks of lead at my sides.
Where am I?
I am in the dark place... It’s too cold.
I’m screaming at the top of my lungs. No sound comes out.
The icy, midnight water is up to my neck.
I’m kicking. I’m treading water. I’m trying to stay afloat.
I don’t know how much longer I can fight this.
I’m so tired...
“Come back... Come back, my love... Please... Come back to me...”
“Don’t listen to the lovely voice.” The black waters whisper to me.
They tell me not to fight them anymore.
They say they’ll take away the cold. They’ll take away the fear. They’ll let me sleep forever...
But only if I stop fighting.
The dark place feels like home, now.
I feel like I’ve always been here. Was I somewhere else, before?
I can’t remember...
I have to remember, I have to...
I can’t breathe.
There’s not fight left in me.
I am inside of a shell. I long to break free of it...
Why should I fight?
I don’t care anymore.
I’m too tired. Too tired...
I’m ready to sleep, now...
There’s someone here. I feel them, holding me. But I can’t open my eyes.
“Who are you?”
“I am you.” The stranger whispers, like gentle wind through autumn’s trees.
“Who am I?”
“You are me.” The voice makes me feel warm.
“Who are we?”
“We are the earth. We are the wind. We are the flames and the sea. We must go back. We must remember...”
The warmth spreads.
Fuzzy images fill the darkness...
A man. Dark skin, kind eyes...
Another man... Eyes so blue, long, golden hair.
And a woman... Beauty personified.
They’re so familiar... I can’t remember... It’s at the tip of my tongue...
I see a ballroom... A wolf... A key, a book...
A dragon... I see a black dragon...
He’s not a dragon... He’s something more.
The dragon transforms.
Deep, ocean blue eyes.
The scent of earth and pine needles.
He isn’t a dragon...
He isn’t a man...
He is my home.
My eyes flew open, and I gasped, immediately squeezing them shut again when the bright lights of the room blinded me. My nose wrinkled. The strong scent of antiseptic filled the room, along with plastic, and the flowery scent of soap.
I blinked slowly, letting my eyes adjust to the brightness, and gazed around the room in confusion. I was in a bed. Not my bed... There were other beds here, too. All of them were vacant. A long table, pushed against the far left wall, held an array of sharp needles, bottles, and bandages.
There were no windows. No clocks. I had no idea if it was night, or day. A single, wooden door was settled into the far, right wall.
Was I in the infirmary?
Why was I alone?
“He-hell-hello?” I croaked, my voice like sandpaper. My throat was so dry... I coughed, trying to clear it. “Hello?” I said again. I sounded horrible. Weak, and fragile.
The door opened, and a doctor stepped into the room. It was the same male that had tended to me when I’d first arrived at the Aviary. His eyes widened as the door slowly clicked shut behind him. He stared at me, his features frozen in shock.
“High Lady Brenya... I mean, Princess... Your grace...” He stuttered, taking a small step toward me.
Why was he so flustered? He hadn’t behaved this way the first time I’d seen him... But that was before I’d grown such a respected reputation here, I supposed.
“What happened?” I groaned, rubbing at my sore eyes.
He slowly walked toward my bed, his eyes never leaving me.
“You drained your magic. You nearly died...” He said softly.
My eyes widened. I’d drained my magic? But... I didn’t even know that was possible. In fact, I had no idea how I’d even done it. It just... happened.
Flashes of the fight came back to my mind. The frozen bodies around me, clumps of earth and rock flying down the pack leader’s throat...
I winced at the pain that rocked through my chest as the image of my father’s broken, mangled body flashed through my mind.
“Are you alright?” The doctor asked, concerned. He reached down and picked up my wrist, pressing his index and middle finger against the inside of it. His brows furrowed as he counted in his head.
“You don’t need to do that, I feel perfectly fine.” I said flatly.
“Are you experiencing any pain?” He asked, letting go of my wrist.
I hesitated, lowering my eyes. “Not physically.”
He was silent.
“Where is Dristan? Why isn’t he here?” I asked, changing the subject.
“He is training with the wolves, your grace... And the Fae... And the dragons... He trains with them every week day. He spends the evenings and weekends here, with you.”
I furrowed my brows and blinked up at him. What the rutting hell was he talking about?
Evenings and weekends...?
“What do you mean?” I felt panic rising in my gut. My breathing sped up, my eyes growing wider.
“Princess... Stay calm... Everything is alright, now.”
“How long have I been here?!” I shouted, sitting up further.
“Take it easy... Sit back, please.” He said, placing a hand on my shoulder. He pushed back, trying to get me to lay down.
“Get off me! Let go!” I shouted, jerking away from him.
He lifted his hands in surrender and took a step back. He stared at me with pity as he watched me struggle to stand. My legs felt like paper beneath me.
Weak... I was so weak. Even being Fae, I felt weak.
He’d been shocked to see me awake... Now I realized why. I’d been unconscious for a long time. But how long?
I sat back down, my eyes burning with tears. They fell over my cheeks as I groaned in frustration. How rutting long had I been in this bed?
“Please...” I whispered as more tears fell down my face. “Tell me how long.”
I turned to look at him. His throat bobbed.
“Princess... You have been in a coma for two weeks.”
“What?” My voice was hardly a whisper.
I felt dizzy. I was going to vomit. I doubled over, gagging, and the doctor appeared in front of me with a bucket. I emptied the contents of my stomach into it. My throat burned with the acidity of the bile. I groaned and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.
“Princess... I know this is shocking. Let me draw you a bath. After that, I’ll have some food brought in for you. We need to stretch your muscles so that they can heal properly before you go walking around.”
“Why am I so weak?” I asked, leaning back onto the bed, my eyes closed.
“You’ve not moved in two weeks. Your body is weak and you are still recovering from the loss of your magic. When your magic is depleted, your body loses it’s ability to heal as it should. With such low levels of energy and magic, your body reverts to an almost human state, which is why it can kill you when you use too much. You need to eat and exercise your muscles in order to gain back your strength.” He explained.
“How long does it take? If I’ve been out for two weeks, doesn’t that mean my magic has been refilling?” I asked.
“Your magic has been slowly returning, which is why you finally woke up. But it will probably take a few days before you are able to use it again, safely. Your body will recover within twenty four hours, as long as we practice some physical therapy.”
I sighed as I digested all of this information. I felt my breathing calming down a bit as the shock passed. At least I was alive...
“Okay.” I whispered.
“Alright... I will go draw your bath.” He said. He turned to leave, and I spoke again, stopping him.
He turned toward me, his face wary. “Yes?”
I tried to smile. “Thank you for helping me.”
He blinked a few times as his cheeks grew pink.
“Of course, Princess.” He said softly.
I watched him leave. I leaned back onto the pillows, my mind numb.
My father was gone.
Guilt crashed over me in a wave that was a thousand times more suffocating than the dark waters of my mind had been.
I stared up at the ceiling as tears continued silently falling down my cheeks.
After I’d bathed and eaten, the doctor placed a long, thick mat on the floor in the center of the room. I’d been instructed to sit on it. The physical therapy was strange and awkward, but I could feel my limbs growing stronger as time went on.
It had been about two hours of this, now. Stretching, and bending, and pulling... My strength was returning, little by little, minute by minute.
I was lying on my back, while the doctor had one of my legs stretched above my head, when the door suddenly opened.
My head snapped toward the door.
Dristan trudged into the room, his eyes tired, and glued to the floor. His hair was a wild array of dark tufts, and his bare chest was covered in sweat from training all day. His dark pants hung loosely from his hips. Had he lost weight?
He looked... different.
There was a dullness about him. His aura was blue, and sad. His stance was withdrawn, and weary. His facial hair had grown out quite a bit.
My mate... My poor mate. What had it been like for him, to see me in such a state, for such an extended period of time? He must’ve been so worried.
The doctor’s hands were still on my leg when the door clicked shut, and Dristan finally lifted his tired eyes from the ground.
The whole room froze.
First, Dristan’s eyes landed on the doctor. A brief moment of confusion flashed across his face.
Then his eyes slid to mine.
I stared at him, my eyes wide, my mouth parted, as his sapphire depths latched onto mine. His piercing, intense gaze nearly knocked the breath out of me.
A fleeting wave of relief seemed to cross his features, but when his eyes moved back to the doctor, pure rage took it’s place.
He exploded into action before I could even blink.
I gasped as Dristan flew across the room, grabbed the doctor by the throat, and then slammed him against the far, left wall.
“Imbecile!” Dristan snarled, lifting him higher, as he squeezed his throat. The doctor’s feet kicked wildly as he dangled against the wall, a horrible gagging sound gurgling past his lips.
“Were my instructions unclear?! I told you to find me, immediately, when she awoke! I told you to inform me right away! And I come back here, to find my mate awake, and bathed, and you, with your filthy hands all over her?! Do you have a gods damned death wish?!”
The doctor choked repeatedly, his eyes rolling back into his head, unable to answer.
I struggled to get to my feet. “Dristan! Stop it!”
He growled and glanced over his shoulder. His eyes were glazed with animal instinct, his sharp teeth bared. I hobbled toward him, my legs shaking beneath me.
“Let him go! He was doing his job, he was helping me!” I cried.
I stumbled forward and grabbed onto one of his large, rock solid biceps. His skin was slick with sweat. He stared down at me, his eyes wild, his nostrils flared, as he panted heavily. In that moment, I knew that it was his dragon looking at me instead of him.
“Look at me... I’m here...” I whispered, gazing up at him. I loosened my grip on his arm.
His slitted eyes alternated back and fourth between my own. He blinked a few times as his breathing settled down. Pain and fear flashed through his irises.
I let a small smile grace my mouth as I reached up at brushed my fingers over his lips. “I’m here, now... Let him go, you silly dragon...”
Finally, he let go.
The doctor fell to the ground, coughing and sputtering, as he clutched his throat in agony.
Dristan turned his body toward me, his eyes clearing.
He looked at me as if I were the most precious thing he’d ever seen. No, he wasn’t looking at me... He was marveling at me.
He looked like he’d been through hell. His eyes held a tortured sorrow, and I felt guilt fill every molecule of my being. He’d suffered for two weeks... Two weeks... And it was my fault.
“Mate.” I answered softly. My eyes raked over his face. “I’m so sorry.”
A strangled laugh fell from his lips. It was almost a sob, except that he was smiling.
“You’re sorry? I’m the one who should be sorry. I should’ve told you about the danger of using too much magic. It’s all my fault.”
From the corner of my eye, I saw the doctor slowly stand up. He side stepped a few feet toward the door, being careful not to make a sound. His eyes were still wide, his throat red and swollen. I threw him an apologetic glance right before he silently slipped out the door.
I shook my head. “No, I should’ve controlled my anger. If I hadn’t been so hell bent on revenge, this wouldn’t have happened. The guilt is mine...”
I lowered my eyes. “And my father... It’s all my fault...”
“Stop.” He snapped, stepping toward me. He pulled me against his chest. I looked up at him as tears filled my eyes. “Please... Don’t do this to yourself.” He whispered. “It’s not your fault.”
My lower lip quivered. “It is. All of it.”
He shook his head. “No. I am also to blame, love. I should’ve let you go to him, before... Maybe this wouldn’t have happened...”
I furrowed my brows. “You couldn’t have known...”
“And neither could you.” He said.
My throat bobbed. “I still feel guilty.”
His eyes alternated between mine. “Then let me lessen your burden. I will share the guilt with you. I would take it all, if I could... If it would make you happy.”
I stared up into those soft, deep eyes of calming water... And when I beheld the overwhelming amount of the love inside of them, love that I’d done nothing to deserve... The dam broke.
Tears spilled down my face as hysterical sobbing escaped from between my lips. I felt my legs give out. Whatever strength I’d gained back, it was long gone now...
Dristan swept me into his arms and buried his face in my hair.
“Shh, I’ve got you baby.” He whispered, holding me tightly to his heart.
He took me out of the room and carried me through the endless hallways, whispering soft words of comfort all the while. I didn’t know where we were going. I didn’t care. All that mattered was that I was with him.
I was home.
I wasn’t sure how long we’d been there, lying in Dristan’s bed. He’d held me through my entire breakdown, never letting go of me, never leaving my side. He just held me, rocked me, kissed my hair, my face, my hands... He just waited, while I let all of my grief pour out of me.
I’d stopped crying ten minutes ago, but I couldn’t bring myself to move, or speak. I didn’t know what to say, or how to feel. Everything felt so heavy.
My body, my thoughts, my heart...
I was just so weak. So tired. So torn apart.
“You scared the hell out of me, Brenya.” Dristan said softly from somewhere above me. His chin was resting on top of my head. I was facing his chest, breathing in his scent, as we lay tangled together.
“I know...” I whispered. “I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you woke up. I stayed with you as often as I could... I didn’t even leave the room the first few days. I was so afraid you’d wake up if I left, and I wouldn’t be the first face that you’d see...”
I smiled against his skin. “I know you were there.”
“I heard your voice... I heard you telling me to come back to you.”
His arms tightened around me.
“Only... I didn’t know it was you. I knew that I recognized your voice... But I couldn’t remember anything. I couldn’t even remember my own name. All I knew was that you sounded like home.”
He kissed the top of my head. “I was so afraid you were too far gone... I talked to you everyday. I told you stories, and brushed your hair, and rubbed your feet. But it seemed like nothing I did mattered...”
I kissed his chest, right over his heart. “It did matter. I heard you. And I only woke up when I finally remembered your name. You are the reason I came back.”
I tilted my head up and found him smiling softly down at me.
“You shouldn’t feed my ego so much... I might get cocky.” He teased gently.
I grinned. “That ship sailed long ago.”
He made an expression of mock offense. “Must you be so mean?”
“I’m mean? I think that doctor is probably halfway across the continent by now, with his tail tucked between his legs. You traumatized the poor man.” I giggled.
He chuckled. “Ah, my favorite sound in the world... I’ve missed that.”
I cocked my head. “What sound?”
“Your laughter.” He answered, his eyes sparkling with affection. “And your smart mouth, I’ve missed that too.”
His eyes lowered, landing on my lips, and his smile slowly faded away. I licked my lower lip nervously, and heat immediately ignited inside of his irises.
His eyes flicked back up to meet mine. I gasped slightly as the bond between us went taught, stretching between our bodies, between our souls, urging me to close the distance between us.
The instant need inside of his ocean depths sent a flood of warmth through my belly, which immediately lowered and spread toward the apex of my thighs.
I struggled to keep myself from panting as I lowered my eyes from his piercing gaze. How could he affect me so much with just one look?
“We should probably talk about everything that’s happened while I’ve been gone...” I whispered as the heat spread lower.
I looked up at him from beneath my lashes. I knew that I had responsibilities. I needed to know what had been going on while I’d been out... I had to put my title first...
But still, I prayed that he would disagree with me.
“We probably should...” He said gruffly, his eyes blazing. His throat bobbed as he examined every detail of my face.
The bond stretched tighter. It felt like a rubber band was connecting us, with one end tied to each of our bodies. We were on opposite ends, the band extended to the max... It felt as if it were about to snap, and send us flying toward each other.
I sucked my lower lip between my teeth, biting down briefly. I slowly released it, my eyes still gazing intently into his. “Yes... We probably should...”
His jaw flexed, and his pupils dilated. His eyes darkened further, evolving into two smoldering pits of cerulean flame.
Desire pooled between my legs, soaking through my patties, as I stared at him. His nostrils flared as the scent of my arousal filled the air.
I waited one second...
“Later.” He growled.
And suddenly, I was beneath him. He’d flipped me onto my back and moved over me in less than a second. I gasped at the unexpected movement, still somehow amazed at how quickly he could move. I should’ve been used to it by now.
His lips crashed into mine.
He hadn’t touched me since the mate bond had snapped into place. He hadn’t even kissed me. The strength of the bond between us, when his lips met with mine, was like nothing I’d ever known before. Nothing could have prepared me for it.
I could feel him. Not only on my body, but in my mind. In my heart. In my soul.
I could feel his love, his emotions, pouring down the bond between our beings, like it were a bridge between our minds.
And the power of his desire, stacked on top of my own... It was like pouring gasoline onto a burning flame.
I gasped at the intensity of it, and his tongue immediately slid between my parted lips. I moaned in ecstasy as his tongue thrashed against mine, desperate, wild and wanton.
I hooked my legs around his back. He reached down with one hand and roughly gripped my leg, right where my thigh and hipbone connected. He pressed himself against me, grinding the stiff bulge of his erection against my heated core, and he groaned.
I could feel his need, his animal desire to take me, to claim me, and it sent my own need into overdrive. I’d never wanted him more.
He bit down on my lower lip, right as he rocked himself against me, and I cried out in pleasure. He ran his tongue over the mark, licking, and nipping, and tasting me as if he would never be able to get enough.
My hands tangled into his thick, dark hair and I pulled myself flush against him, leaving no spaces between our bodies, as I deepened our kiss. My tongue invaded his mouth, running over the sharp points of his teeth, the roof of his mouth, battling against his own tongue for dominance.
This kiss was not loving and sweet. It was claiming, and possessive.
This would not be gentle love making.
This was not going to be soft, and slow.
This was pure, raw, desperation. If our passion could have been translated into music, it would not be some gentle, romantic melody. It would be wild, and loud, with pounding drums, and stomping feet.
“Dristan...” I panted against his lips. “Please... I can’t take it anymore...”
I rolled my hips against him in emphasis, desperate to feel more of him.
“I need you...” I reached between our bodies and yanked at his belt. I needed it gone. I needed all of this gone. I wanted no barriers between us. I needed to feel him.
He pulled his face away from mine slightly, his wild, lust crazed eyes burning into mine.
“Say it again.” He said darkly.
I pulled at his belt harder. “I need you. Please, I need you!”
His lips quirked up at the corner. His hand left my hip, snaking up between us, and when his hand appeared beside his face, he snapped his fingers.
I gasped, as the sudden, sweet scent of magic briefly filled the air. I gasped again when I felt the barrier of clothing between our bodies miraculously disappear.
What the hell?
Dristan lifted himself off of me, sitting back on his knees, as he stared down at me with molten eyes. Cold air nipped across my skin, and I glanced down to realize that both of us were somehow completely naked.
The sudden, chilly air caused my nipples to harden into stiff peaks. I felt my cheeks heating as his eyes raked down, over my breasts, over my belly, and came to a stop right between my thighs. My legs were still wrapped around his back.
I was completely bare, my entire body open to him, vulnerable and quaking with need.
I took this opportunity to feast my eyes upon his body as well, and my mouth watered as I admired the view. Every inch of him was toned, and strong. His chest was broad, tan and lean. His abdomen was made up of line after line of pure muscle, rippling down toward the sharp cuts of his hips, which pointed down toward his manhood in the shape of a V.
His sizable member was rock solid, standing at full attention, as he hovered over me. It stood proudly, the tip of it reaching up well past his navel, and I longed to wrap my lips around it.
I remembered exactly what he tasted like. I licked my lips at the pleasurable memory of his release splashing across my tongue.
“You are so gods damned beautiful.” He whispered, his eyes lifting back to mine.
He lifted a hand. He trailed his finger, feather light, from the center of my chest, down through my belly button, and so, so slowly, toward the apex of my thighs.
His touch left a trial of electricity on my skin. I closed my eyes and whined at the maddening sensation.
It wasn’t enough.
It wasn’t nearly enough.
I needed more.
So much more.
“Please...” I whimpered.
“What was that?” He said, his eyes narrowing a fraction.
He was toying with me. Even with the bond driving us both toward insanity, he was still somehow able to hold such self control. How was he holding himself back when I was burning alive? He wanted me to beg for it. He wanted to drive me mad. And it was working. I growled as my eyes snapped open.
“Dristan, please! Please, I can’t stand it!” I cried loudly, my voice trembling. I could feel tears burning behind my eyes. If he didn’t touch me soon, I was going to break.
He leaned down, brushing his lips softly against mine.
And when his fingers brushed against my sex, I saw colors dancing behind my closed eyelids. He’d built me up so high these past weeks, wound me up so tightly, I thought I might explode from the pleasure that his touch brought me.
He snarled in satisfaction at the wetness he found waiting for him. He pushed two fingers into me and he hissed. I moaned at the contact, rolling my hips to meet the thrust of his hand.
His thumb pressed down onto the swollen bud of my clit, at the same moment that his lips covered mine, and I nearly screamed at the sudden stimulation.
He growled against my lips. “I can feel your pleasure... I can feel, through your mind, what I’m doing to you...”
His thumb pressed down harder, circling around the swollen bud, and I panted against his mouth. His minty breath mingled with mine, his own breathing labored and excited.
I could feel his need growing from the other end of the bond. His self control was hanging by a thread. My own desperation was pushing him, building on top of his, wearing him down. He wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer.
He pushed a third finger into me and I gasped at the new addition. He sucked my lower lip between his teeth as his fingers spread wider, stretching me from the inside. He twisted his hand slowly, pushing deeper inside of me, spreading his fingers wider, and wider.
“You’re so tight... I don’t want to hurt you when I make you mine...”
He was preparing me for what was to come. I knew it would hurt... And I didn’t care. I was not afraid. I was looking forward to it. I needed it.
“You won’t hurt me... I am Fae, now... The only thing that hurts is that you’re taking so long.” I said, my voice full of desire.
He growled his approval as he continued pumping his fingers in and out of me. He kissed me, his tongue sweeping against mine roughly.
“Then I will have to mend my ways.”
Suddenly, he pulled his hand away. He moved his face back a fraction, and I watched with wide eyes as he lifted his hand between our bodies and sucked his soaking fingers into his mouth.
Without thinking, I leaned up and sucked his thumb into my own mouth. My arousal almost tasted like nothing, aside from a subtle sweetness.
His pupils dilated as I released his thumb and licked my lips. I smiled sweetly at him as I leaned back onto the pillow again.
He chuckled softly. “You never fail to surprise me, my mate.”
He lowered himself against me, his eyes suddenly very warm. I could feel the stiff shaft of his cock resting against my hip. His hands were at the sides of my face, holding me still as he gazed down at me.
He kissed me softly. Like I were fragile, made of glass... “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.” He murmured against my lips.
“Yes, I do.” I said, running my tongue across the smooth plane of his lower lip.
“I’m afraid I’ll hurt you...” He said quietly.
“Shut up and fuck me.” I said, rocking my hips against him. The bulge of his manhood slid up and down the skin of my hip as I moved.
He snarled into my ear.
With one hand cradled beneath my head, his other hand moved down, disappearing between our bodies. He moved his hips back a fraction, and I felt him fist his cock.
He pulled his face away slightly, and stared down at me with dark intent. “I’ll give you what you want...” He growled seductively.
He pulled his hips back even further, hovering himself right above my center. I lowered my eyes, gazing down between our bodies. His fist pumped slowly, up and down his shaft, the tip of it only inches from my skin.
“But only when you tell me what I want to hear.” He said darkly.
I lifted my eyes back to his and found his gaze dancing with humor.
“Please...” I whispered.
He jerked his hand down quickly, lightly smacking the head of his cock against my clit, before he pulled it away again.
I cried out, squeezing my eyes shut, as heat flooded through me.
“That’s not quite it, love. Try again.” He purred, continuing to pump his hand up and down himself.
I ground my teeth in frustration. He grinned down at me, and I whined with impatience.
“I need you.” I whispered, bracing myself.
Again, he jerked his hand, slapping the head of his cock against my sensitive bud. Only this time, he did it twice, and much, much harder.
The pleasure was going to kill me. And I’d gladly die here, like this, at his mercy... Beneath him. I moaned, my back arching off of the bed.
“That’s not it either, baby.” He said, his voice more husky than before. I opened my eyes to find his pupils almost completely blown. His normally blue irises were almost completely black.
I groaned in frustrated need. What the rutting hell did he want me to say?!
And then it dawned on me.
I felt my lips widening into a smile as I gazed up at him. He lowered his head, his heated eyes assessing me from beneath lowered brows, as he waited.
“I’m yours.” I whispered.
His lips collided with mine.
His tongue forced my lips apart, and when I widened my mouth, his tongue assaulted mine.
Wanting, needing, claiming.
He let go of his member, and his other hand slid up my body. His hand wrapped around my breast, kneading the fleshy mound, as he settled his hips closer to mine.
I moaned as silky soft length of his manhood pressed against my slippery center. He did not make a move to penetrate me yet. Instead, he slid the length of his cock through my slick folds, slowly rubbing his thick shaft against my heated, sensitive flesh.
He rolled my nipple between his expert fingers, as he massages my swollen breast. I felt like I was going to burst into flames.
The liquid, still flowing out of me, coated him fully, making it easy for him to move himself up and down, and back and fourth.
“Fucking hell, you’re wet for me.” He growled into my ear, his teeth grazing my jawline.
“Yes...” I gasped, moving my hips with his, reveling in the feel of his flesh against mine.
His hand left my breast and slowly moved down the side of my rib cage, dipping across my waist, lighting tracing my hipbone...
He fisted himself again.
He pulled his hips back slightly and angled the head of his cock toward my entrance. He guided the broad head of his member up and down, slowly, sliding it directly over the swelling nub of my clit, and then back down toward my entrance.
He did not push himself into me yet. He continued this torturous movement again, and again, listening to my whimpering and moaning as it grew louder and louder...
Higher and higher, he took me. My body was winding up, tighter and tighter, until I thought I might implode. I was right one the edge. If he didn’t stop, I was going to fall off of that cliff. I was going to fall hard.
“Dristan... ” I mewled.
“I know baby, I know. I can feel how close you are... I can feel your pleasure...”
The bond between us allowed him a direct link into my mind. He knew exactly what he was doing... He knew what to do, and when to do it. He knew exactly how to make me...
“Come.” He demanded huskily, circling the wide head of his manhood around my soaking entrance.
And I did. Harder and faster than I’d ever come before. The echo of Dristan’s own pleasure in the back of my mind only intensified my orgasm as I detonated against him.
My vision was littered with black dots as I cried out his name. Dristan let out a deafening roar, and I moaned as I felt the heat of his own release splashing across my belly.
He knelt down and pressed his forehead to mine as he panted, his breath mingling with my own. “Gods above, I didn’t know it would be like this.” He gasped.
My own orgasm had traveled through the bond between us and made him come right along with me. Even if we had known before that this was going to happen, which we didn’t, to experience it first hand was something that neither of us could’ve ever been prepared for.
I didn’t know how we were ever going to get enough. All I could think was more, more, more...
“More.” I panted, an inch from his parted lips. “I want more.”
The corner of his lip turned up, and he opened his eyes. He gazed down at me, the flames in his eyes far from tamed by our release. In fact, it was even more intense than before.
“Greedy little thing, aren’t you?” He murmured, leaning in and flicking his tongue against mine.
I groaned and rolled my hips against him, spreading his release between our bodies. He gasped, and I reached down, dragging my finger through his come, and then hastily sucked my finger into my mouth.
I moaned at the exquisite taste of him. My mate had the most divine flavor...
I opened my eyes and found him gaping at me, his eyes wide, his mouth ajar. I smiled up at him seductively, still sucking on my finger. Still savoring his flavor.
“Brenya...” He growled, reaching down and taking his manhood into his palm again. He was still rock hard, despite the fact that he’d already came. He guided the broad head of his cock down, toward my soaking entrance, dragging it over my nub in the process. I moaned.
“You’re mine.” He said, his teeth bared. He nudged himself against me, and I could already feel myself building again. The excitement of knowing how close we were, how any moment now, he would be inside of me, sent a new wave of desire through me.
“Yes...” I said, my voice full of need. “I am yours, and you are mine.”
He groaned and pushed himself a bit harder against my opening. My back bowed off of the bed, and he leaned down, sucking the stiff peak of my nipple into his mouth.
“Say it again.” He groaned, panting against the soft mound of my breast.
“I’m yours! I’m yours, and you’re mine!” I cried out, tangling my hands into his hair.
He growled, biting down on my nipple, and pushed his hips forward slightly. The tip of his wide, firm member was met with a substantial force of resistance, and he hissed. He pulled back.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” He growled. I whined, trying to buck my hips forward, to force him to enter, but he was in complete control. I groaned in frustration.
“It will hurt...” He said, his tongue still circling my sensitive breast.
“I don’t care!” I whined, tightening my grip on his hair. He growled at the sharp pain, and lifted his face back to mine. He kissed me fiercely, his tongue sweeping against mine over, and over, as he continued to tease me with the head of his cock at my entrance.
“Please...” I whimpered, writhing my hips.
His fingers tangled into the hair at the nape of my neck, and he gently cradled my head in his hand as he gazed down at me with wild passion. I closed my eyes.
“Keep your eyes open.” He demanded huskily.
I blinked my eyes open, my stare meeting his. With his other hand still fisted around himself, he pushed his hips forward again. And like before, he was met with resistance. I could feel my entrance widening at the pressure, slowly stretching, so eager to allow him inside...
I moaned. “Yes... More...”
He growled, and pushed harder. My eyes widened as the strange, slightly uncomfortable sensation grew stronger.
Finally, the head of his cock slipped into me.
We both gasped in unison, and I felt the entire lower half of my body flood with red hot desire. The bond flared between us, and suddenly, I could feel his pleasure. I could feel the slick, hot tightness of myself around the tip of him, as if I were experiencing it from his perspective. And just as quickly, I was thrown back into my own mind again.
“Oh my gods...” I whispered, staring into his ocean depths.
“I know, baby. I know.” He said through clenched teeth. “I feel it, too.”
My hands trailed down his chest as he hovered over me, exploring the dips and hard planes of muscle.
Mine... Mine, all mine.
Yes, yours... Dristan’s voice echoed inside of my mind, like the caress of a gentle hand against my consciousness.
I gasped, jerking back a bit. A flash of fear and confusion thundered through me.
“Don’t be afraid, love.” Dristan said lowering his head to brush his lips against mine. “The bond is solidifying. When it’s fully consummated, we will be able to send thoughts to each other. It’s okay, it’s normal...”
His gentle words comforted me and my fears instantly melted away.
I stared up at him in wonder, my lips parted. The bond was nearly complete. We were merging into one. One heart, one soul... I felt my eyes burning as the overwhelming sense of love and admiration for my mate began to burn in my heart, more intensely than ever before.
“I love you.” I whispered as a tear slipped down my cheek.
He kissed it away. “I love you, too.”
He pressed his forehead to mine. He pushed his hips forward slightly, and another inch of his considerable width slipped further inside of me. I moaned softly. His lips were hovering over mine, and his panting breath grew rugged and uneven as he flexed his hips again.
A bit more of him sank into me. I could feel my insides straining as my body struggled to withstand the size of him.
It hurt... Gods, it hurt... But it was the most delicious pain I’d ever felt in my life. It was the only pain I’d ever experience that I wanted more of.
Twice more, he pushed forward, slowly continuing to submerge himself deeper inside of me. I could feel his pleasure, I could feel the way that my wet heat felt as it squeezed around his throbbing cock.
“Fuck...” He hissed through clenched teeth. He pushed forward a final time, and finally, the last of his ample shaft sank into me. His hips met with mine, and he stilled, lifting his hand to join the other near my face.
We fit together perfectly.
I groaned in pain and pleasure, struggling to breathe, as the fullness of him continued stretching my narrow walls.
He panted through his nose, his jaw clenched tightly, as he stared down at me. Every muscle in his body was taught with restraint. I could feel his need to move, his need to take me, hard and rough and unforgiving... But he resisted.
He waited, watching my face relax, as I slowly adjusted to the feeling of him inside of me. I’d never been more grateful for his astounding ability to control himself. He’d been right... It fucking hurt. I felt as if i might tear, as his wide girth stretched me to the max.
“Are you alright?” He grunted through his teeth, holding onto his self restraint with every ounce of willpower in his body.
The sharp pain began to subside, and the strange, heavy, fullness of him began to feel different... I nodded up at him. “Yes...”
“I’m going to move now, baby.” He whispered.
I grasped his upper arms, reveling in the feel of the solid muscle beneath my fingers. I sucked my lower lip between my teeth, delighting in the way his pupils dilated as his eyes flicked down to my mouth.
When he met my gaze again, heat exploded out of me. “Go.” I said.
Dristan snarled, tightening his fists in my hair, and when he pulled out of me, only to slam the entire length of his cock back into me at full force, I screamed.
He pulled back again, and pounded into me.
On and on he went.
I thought I might break in half as the force of his thrusts echoed through every bone in my body. My breasts bounced with the rhythm of his movements as I cried out again, and again.
Every nerve ending in my body was on fire. I was nothing but sensation. There were no thoughts, no emotions, only blinding, consuming pleasure. I could feel everything. His ecstasy, stacked on top of mine, was indescribable.
“Fuck!” He snarled into my ear. I was pulled flush against his chest, my arms and legs wrapped fully around him, holding on for dear life, as he thrusted powerfully, in and out of me. Every stroke of him sent sparks through my body.
He growled against the crook of my neck, and I could feel the sharp points of his canines scarping lightly against my skin.
The headboard of the bed slammed into the wall with each of his thrusts.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The scent of my arousal flared, filling the room with it’s sweet scent. I could feel my liquids pooling on the bed beneath our hips.
“You’re dripping for me, mate.” He growled against my neck. He bit down, sinking the needle like points of his canines into the soft flesh of my neck, right where my shoulder met with my throat.
I yelped in shock as the unexpected pain pierced through me. The heat of his tongue ran over the wound, and through the bond, I could taste my blood on his tongue. I whimpered.
“That is the marking.” He panted, his hot breath rising goosebumps on my skin. “I’ve claimed you. You’re mine.”
He picked up the pace, battering his tongue against mine, as he pounded his thick member into me, over and over.
I cried out with each powerful stroke of him, rolling my hips in perfect time with his. I met him hard, thrust for thrust, as our bodies thrashed against each other.
Though his actions were rough, violent and unforgiving, I could feel the profound love that he felt for me shining down the bond. It illuminated every space of my mind, warming me from the inside out, healing places in my heart that I did not even know were broken.
I knew he could feel it, too.
We were healing each other.
He was filling me, not just in body, but in soul as well. It was as if I’d been missing half of myself all my life, never really knowing it, and now that I was complete, I knew I would never let him go.
He wasn’t my lover. It wasn’t strong enough a word.
He was my mate.
My soul’s counterpart, the other half of me. He made me exactly the person that I’d been born to become. He was part of me, just as much as any of my appendages were. He was half of my soul.
“Mark me.” He whispered, gripping my hair and moving my face toward his neck. “Seal the bond, Brenya. Make me yours.”
His other hand ran down my side, dipping over the curve of my waist, and grasped my hip. He slowed his movements, pumping in and out of me more gently.
He was close. He was right on the edge with me. I could feel myself winding tighter and tighter, aching to break free.
I lowered my face and ran my tongue gently along the column of his throat. I could taste the saltiness of his sweat, and the scent of pine filled my senses. I grazed the side of his neck with my teeth, teasing his sensitive flesh.
He groaned into my ear and his grip on my hip tightened.
“Mate... My mate... You are mine, from now until always.” I whispered onto his heated skin. I could feel him holding on, trying to contain his release, as he plummeted toward the edge. He panted, his breath hot against the shell of my ear, as he struggled to control his movements.
“Brenya...” He whispered, urging me onward.
I ran my thumb over his flesh, right where his shoulder met the side of his neck, kissed it, and then I sunk my canines into him.
The coppery tang of his blood filled my mouth. I ran my tongue over the bite marks, soothing the sting, kissing him over and over. “I love you.”
His hips jerked against me twice more before he slowed. He shuddered against me as his thrusts became even more unsteady.
Right there. We were right there.
“I’m going to fill you.” He growled softly.
“Yes...” I moaned, tangling my hands into his hair. He buried his face into the crook of my neck.
And as my inevitable orgasm neared the horizon, I felt the bond snap fully into place. Nothing else in the world existed. Only him. Nothing else mattered. He was the center of my universe, my reason to breathe, the epitome of my very life.
I screamed his name, like a prayer of salvation, as my orgasm exploded around him. I leapt off of the cliff and dove, plummeting, free falling back toward earth.
My inner walls pulsed tightly around his cock as wave, after wave of intense, mind blowing pleasure erupted out of me.
And when he came, when his deafening roar echoed around me, when the heat of his thick release shot into me, coating my insides with his essence, I saw fireworks.
I squeezed my eyes shut, unable to think apart from the sensation of our bodies singing for each other, and bright, colorful lights danced behind my closed eyelids.
When he finally stilled, and the aftershocks of my release were still washing over me, I thought I might be dead. Because this was exactly what heaven was. Being here, in his arms, being one with him... It was heaven.
I opened my eyes and found him gazing down at me in wonder. His eyes were lined with silver, and it moved me in the most precious of ways. He leaned down and kissed me with heartbreaking gentleness as he slowly pulled himself out of me.
I winced at the soreness.
He rolled to the side, pulling me with him, and I found myself lying on his chest. His eyes, still swimming with moisture, alternated between my own, as he stared up at me.
“Did I hurt you?” He whispered.
A smile graced my lips. “Quite the opposite.”
A small, breathy laugh fell from his lips. “Brenya... That was...”
“I know.” I said softly. “There aren’t any words.”
He shook his head subtly as he smiled up at me. “I will spend the rest of my life trying to show you what those words could never say.”
I kissed him as tears burned my eyes. “I can’t wait.”
I don’t know how long we stayed like that, bathing in the golden afterglow of our love making, whispering hushed words of affection to each other. But as each moment passed by, we could feel the mate bond growing more and more solid. It went from stone, to steel, to indestructible adamant. And I knew that nothing could ever take it away.
It didn’t matter that I’d been gone for two weeks. All of the horrible things that had happened were far from my mind. All of the things to come were trivial. And despite knowing that reality would soon come crashing back down... For now, I didn’t care.
For I was finally, truly his.
And he was mine.