“Ok-ay,” I hiccup, trying to stop because I know it stresses him, but I honestly thought we would die in there. I thought I’d never get to hold him again, never see his smile or hear Nyre’s growl, never feel his touch and kisses.
“Maybe I need to prove it to you?” he growls, his hand gripping the nape of my neck, no doubt hearing my thoughts.
“Yes, yes, God, please help me forget. Replace it all with nothing but you and me under these stars,” I implore, needing to feel him in me, needing to feel him alive. Some people might think that crazy after what just almost happened, but it’s how I know we are alive and safe, and I won’t calm down until I feel him between my thighs, holding my body to his as he marks me all over again, proving to everyone we are here and safe. We are mates.
“Please, Mishal,” I plead.
“You never beg for anything, little one. I am yours, as is my body. Whatever you need,” he vows, sealing it with a soft kiss, and wiping away the taste of them and that foul blood with sin, fire, and smoke, until I’m groaning in his arms.
“Yes, always. You’re mine.” I nod, my head dropping back to look at the sky as he kisses along my throat.
“Yours,” he agrees against my skin. “Let me show you how much.”
Mishal
My mate’s eyes blow wide with desire as she licks her lips still stained with my blood. I can’t begin to explain to her the utter panic and heartbreak I felt when she stood up to those guards or when I saw her fall.
Grief like I’ve never known before had coursed through me when Nyre had picked up her broken body, and her chest barely rose and fell. I had hardly felt the touch of her mind. It had killed a part of me and now if I lose her, I will tear this world apart for hurting her before I join in her death. I haven’t spent nearly long enough with my mate, and when faced with her almost dying, I had decided not even three lifetimes would be enough with her.
Watching her grow in confidence, in strength, watching her become the woman I see every day, sharing our love and passion, soaring with her through the skies and watching her grow with our child, our family, growing old together—I want it all and I refuse to let that not happen. I had seen it, the life we might have had, in that second, as we flew from the facility Nyre torched as we flew away. I had watched the love die in her eyes and I knew…nothing in this world, no crown, no worshippers, family, life, money…it could never compare to her. I would rather spend my days in chains in that cell with her by my side than face a life of freedom without her.
She watches me and I let her see my thoughts, not being able to say it with words, my throat is so clogged. She cried for both of us, she shared her pain, and I wish I could offer her the pretty words to tell her how relieved I am. She deserves it, she deserves the world, but I won’t give her up.
You did just tell me. Her laughter bubbles in my head, her eyes sparkling as she leans in and kisses me softly. “I love you too. I don’t need any of that. Just you, my love,” she whispers against my lips, her body so small and soft in my arms, her eyes filled with trust and need. She brings me to my knees before her.
I was a god, I never begged or bowed to anyone, but as I place her on her feet, I break that now. I press my face to the dirt, bowing to my queen. “Forgive me for not protecting you earlier, little one,” I offer, giving her the only thing I can in the moment…my respect, loyalty, and yes, love.
“I don’t want you on your knees unless it’s to bury your head in my pussy. I want you on your feet, my god, I want you by my side. There is nothing to forgive, now get up before I take a bite out of you,” she warns, making me smile. So bloodthirsty is our mate.
When I don’t move quickly enough for her, she drops to her knees before me and I sit back as she grabs my hair, yanking me to her though I go willingly. “Never go to your knees again, you are a fucking god, and the only time I want to see it is in the bedroom.” She wiggles her eyebrows, but her words are serious.
“As my queen bids.” I grin, kissing her to stop her next train of thought. I groan at the taste of her, she tastes like heaven and hell all put together, and every time I lose myself in her.
Her hands loosen in my hair, dropping to my shoulders as she tugs me to her. I happily oblige and plaster my body against hers, letting her feel how hard I am for her. Always. She moans into my mouth, nicking my lip with her fang and I growl, loving the flash of pain, and when she starts sucking on my lip, I nearly come there and then.
She pulls away with a pop, panting, her eyes blown from the blood. I love that I am coursing inside her, dirty but true.
“You are a dirty bastard,” she teases and I growl, tackling her to the ground and hovering above her. I laugh as her eyes flash to my cock and she licks her lips.
“Uh-oh, and you aren’t, little one? What are you thinking so hard about right now?” I grin, seeing the images in her head.
She blushes an adorable shade of pink, but tilts her head back with confidence and looks down her nose at me with cool command. “Your cock, now do something, won’t you? I’m getting bored.” She smacks my ass to make sure I get the point.
“We can’t have that, can we?” I grin, licking at her lips and the blood there.
She screams as I flip us, so she is on top, her body a feast to look at under the night sky. She groans, rocking against my hard length as I grab my hips and help her. “I want to watch you ride me. I want to watch you come apart with the moon on your skin. If you’re a good girl, Nyre will let you ride him later,” I add, and she looks down at me with a knowing look, her mind calling me out on the fact I have chosen her to be in a dominant position. I feel her heart pound as love explodes in my mind from her.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
She might not admit to herself how scared of being raped she was, but I can see it and I don’t want her to think of them with me. Plus, I get to look at her fantastic tits swaying above me this way.
“Better ride this dragon good, little one. I want you to come at least three times. Call each one out to me, count,” I order and she nods, her chest already moving faster, a blush spreading across her breasts. Her nipples are hard and begging for my lips, so I do just that, I arch up and suck one into my mouth, loving that she rocks against me faster as I suck. Switching to the other one, I suck that one hard too, grazing my teeth on it, and she cries out, her hand moving between our bodies.
I lean back, watching her in hunger as she flicks her own clit, still rocking against my cock, getting it nice and wet with her cream.
“Let me watch you fuck yourself,” I command, holding her hips to feel her move.
Her mouth parts on a moan and I lift her a little so I can watch her fingers trace her pink pussy lips. “Spread them for me, let me watch you.”
She bites her lip, her fingers spreading her pussy for me so I can watch it glisten as she rubs at her clit before slowly pressing two fingers inside of herself. She cries out, rocking against me, and then as she pulls them out and pushes them back in, fucking herself as I watch. Fuck, this has to be the hottest thing I have ever seen, watching my mate take what she wants and playing with her own body, owning it.
“Are you tight? I can see how wet you are. Are you clamping down on those fingers of yours yet? Your pussy begging for more, begging for my fat cock buried deep inside you?” I ask, and she groans as she rocks faster, fucking herself with those fingers. I lazily reach down and flick her clit for her and she cries out, her stomach clenching as she stills her movements, as pleasure explodes across her face. I watch her pussy milk her fingers as she pulls them out, glistening with her cream.