47. Destined to Be

forty-seven

Destined to Be

Rainer

W e navigate through a thick part of the woods—still on Spiritus land but away from the entrance—stopping in a small clearing of wildflowers. At the edge, I pause. Wordlessly, I spin toward Alessia.

“I’m sick of waiting .” I stalk toward her and then cup her face.

Her brows draw together in confusion. “Waiting for what?”

“This.” Without wasting another breath, I press my lips against hers, savoring the sweet taste that lingers there. With a gentle yet firm touch, I coax her lips apart, and our tongues intertwine.

She moans, sliding her hands to the back of my neck and tugging me closer.

My cock is as hard as iron, desperate to be between her glorious thighs again. Nothing in this cruel world feels as divine as nestling into her pussy.

The urgent need to feel her body against mine drives my hips forward. She gasps, breaking the kiss and staring up at me.

“I need you,” she whispers, her fingers clutching my hair. “ Now .”

“You are not in control right now, mo róisín.” I chuckle darkly, pressing her against the tree. She gasps as the rough bark scrapes her backside .

With one hand, I hold both her wrists above her head while my other finds her thigh. I work my way up her soft flesh, silently thanking the gods she’s wearing a short dress.

My fingers trail up until they hit the fabric of her panties.

“I want these off.” My vision flickers, darkness encroaching.

Without releasing her hands, I tuck my fingers in her waistband and tug her underwear down. They slide down her legs. She steps out of them, squeezing her thighs together. Her heart beats frantically, sending her blood surging through her veins. It causes my cock to throb, begging for more.

“Rainer.” She whispers my name, and it’s half a moan.

I lean forward, running my nose up the side of her throat. Inhaling deeply, I groan. My gums ache as my fangs begin to descend. I nudge my boot between her feet, kicking them apart.

The scent of her arousal reaches my nose, and I have to focus on my breath to keep from spilling in my pants.

Gods save me.

This woman ruins me.

“Wait,” she says, her chest rising and collapsing with her vigorous breaths. “Not like this.”

I draw back, frowning.

Is it too much for her?

Too fast?

“Do you want me to stop?” I say, releasing her hands.

I focus carefully on her face, not allowing the many tempting sensations to distract me from what matters most: her .

A wicked smile curves up on her lips. Her eyes sparkle with mischief. She lifts a hand, and I freeze as a dark tendril bursts free of her skin. She pushes off the tree and circles me like a predator as her shadow wraps around me. Quickly, it flips me around and presses my back against the trunk so our positions are reversed.

Delight flickers to life inside me, and a disbelieving laugh crawls up my throat.

Her shadow rips my pants down—quite literally ripping the button free—until they lay around my ankles. My erection springs out, hard and wanting. Precum leaks from the tip without her even having touched me.

The dark tendril yanks me back violently, wrapping around my legs and midsection, effectively tying me to the tree. The bark bites into my skin, undoubtedly leaving its mark there.

I raise a brow.

Alessia’s eyes stay locked on my cock. She licks her lips.

Tilting my head back against the bark, I close my eyes and groan. “What are you doing to me, little rose?”

“Experimenting,” she says coyly.

My eyes flick back open, and this time, there’s a hint of color on her cheeks. She bites her lip, and I’d give anything to feel those soft lips on mine right now.

Instead of commanding her like I want to, I relax against the shadow’s grip and allow her to dictate. The dark, cool shadow branches off, coiling around my shaft. My heart nearly stops. Its tantalizing grip is firm yet surprisingly gentle. A tingling sensation slides down my spine as the tendril dances along my length. With each stroke, the shadow’s grip grows more assertive—tightening and tugging, bringing me closer to release.

I hiss, trying to fight the intensifying pleasure until my legs are trembling.

“Alessia,” I warn. My voice is barely a whisper. Sparks burst behind my eyes as the pressure builds in the base of my spine. “If you don’t stop, I’ll come.”

Suddenly, the shadow releases its hold on me. The tension in my body simmers as I focus on breathing, letting the wave of intensity subside. The sensation leaves me slightly disoriented, my body yearning for more stimulation.

The rest of the shadow refuses to release me. Instead, it branches off toward Alessia. She pauses, reaching for the hem of her dress and pulling it off over her head. My breath stutters as I watch her step toward me, fully nude. The meadow acts as a colorful backdrop, framing her impossible beauty.

She’s a rose in a field of wildflowers—beautiful, untamed, mine.

A breeze kisses her skin, and she shudders. Her dark, rosy nipples harden. Pale hair marks the place between her legs, and I ache to bury my face there and suffocate.

The shadow lifts her carefully by the thighs, forming a swing as it carries her toward me. The tendril holding me releases its grip, allowing me to touch Alessia as we’re brought together. I grip the backs of her thighs, prepared to support her full weight, but the shadow doesn’t relinquish its hold.

I give Alessia a questioning look and she smirks. Even with the confidence, she blushes, bashfully chewing her lip.

“Use it,” she whispers. “Use me .”

It’s all the encouragement I need. I release her, trusting the shadow-swing to hold her for me. Gripping my shaft, I slide my tip over her slickness. She wiggles, spreading her legs wider. Pressing a little firmer against her clit, I move in small circles. She throws her head back, enjoying the sensation .

The shadow holds her in place with ease.

How else might it accommodate us?

A dark delight sparks inside me.

“Flip over,” I command.

Without hesitation, the shadow grips Alessia and flips her onto all fours, hovering her in the air before me. It holds her at precisely the right height, with her soft, round arse lined up with my tip. I squeeze her arse, then bring my hand down, slapping her cheek.

Her body jerks and a soft gasp escapes her. She glances back at me with her lips parted in surprise. I rub the ache away, smirking at her.

“Do it again,” she says, her voice husky.

She arches her back, temptingly wiggling her arse. I slide a finger through her wetness, then plunge it inside of her.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” I order. With my finger inside her, working in and out, I bring up my other hand and spank her again.

My naughty little rose moans, squeezing my finger.

“I need you inside of me,” she says breathlessly, writhing again. “ Now .”

I don’t have the chance to tease her any further because her shadow splits off again, wrapping around my wrist and yanking my hand away from her. I chuckle darkly as it grabs my penis and places it at her entrance. Neither of us has to move because the shadow does all the work.

I stay pressed against the tree, watching eagerly as the shadow swings Alessia backward. Her glistening lips devour my shaft, her round arse framing the sight so beautifully. Each bit of skin is slowly swallowed down until she’s pressed flush against my base.

“So… big,” she gasps. Clenching around me .

Reaching up, I grip her hips to hold her in place. My vision wavers, and lust suffocates me—so hot and heavy that I fear for a second I might explode.

My entire body vibrates with love, passion, and need . The tether between us goes taut as we send the same feelings back and forth—an unspoken language of emotion.

I can feel her pleasure as acutely as I feel my own. It’s too potent, too powerful, that I can’t move for a second. She writhes, trying to instigate me. My fingers bite into her flesh, begging her to stop.

“Hold still,” I hiss, shutting my eyes.

She’s too warm, wet, and soft. My cock twitches, threatening to burst. Finally, I exhale the pressure sitting on my chest and slide her off of me. Then, I sink back into her. She whimpers, arching her back further. The shadow moves like a swing, finding a mellow pace as it rocks Alessia back and forth against me.

Releasing her hips, I grip her hair, gently tugging her head back. My other hand finds her breast, tweaking her nipple between my fingers. The shadow picks up its pace, faster and faster, until her bare skin slaps against mine.

The sky darkens briefly, followed by an unfamiliar flapping noise, but I ignore it, continuing to revel in pure bliss.

Alessia moans, taking me like a champion.

Then, her body tightens. “What’s that ?” She points toward the sky.

I glance up in time to see a set of enormous white wings disappearing over the trees.

“Doesn’t matter,” I mutter, drowning in the feel of her skin against mine. It looked like an Angelli—probably Uriel. Unimportant. “I want you to ride me. I want to look at you while I come, baby. I want to kiss your pretty little mouth while you take all of me.”

The shadow responds immediately, pulling Alessia off of me and planting her on the ground. Her legs shake, giving out, but I’m there to steady her. I sit before her, my back still against the tree, and pull her down on my lap, with a knee on either side of my thighs.

I’m covered with her juices, slick and ready to slide back into her. She reaches between us, gripping my hardness and holding it steady as she sits on it—right where she belongs.

The pleasure bursts through me again, spreading like wildfire, and my vision goes spotty. My gums ache as much as my balls—one desperate to be filled, one desperate to be drained.

“Bite me,” Alessia whispers against my lips. “I can feel it in the bond—bite me.”

I grip her chin, forcing her head up for access to her throat. “I love you. With everything I am, everything I’ve been, and everything I will be,” I whisper, and then I press my fangs to her skin.

The next time she sinks onto my cock, I sink my teeth into her throat, breaking the skin. She yells in pleasure, gripping wildly at my hair. I keep my palm planted on her back to steady her. The other cups her chin to lock her in place.

The sweet, metallic taste of her blood washes over my tongue, and I moan as I sip from her. Her inner walls squeeze around me, and my eyes flutter shut.

With each pull from her veins, her muscles pulse, and her fingers tighten in my hair.

“Rainer!” she screams my name, and it’s the most incredible sound I’ve ever heard .

My hands find her hips, and I jerk her back and forth in small circles, grinding her clit against me. Her throat vibrates against my tongue as she whimpers, finding her climax with me inside of her. I pull my lips from her throat, slamming them against her mouth to stifle her cries.

My balls tremble, and the second most glorious orgasm I’ve ever had blows through me. I roar, tightening my grip on her as I explode, letting every drop of my pleasure fill her up.

“That’s it,” I mutter, meeting her eyes. “Take my cum like a good girl.”

She gasps for breath, her face flushed and sweaty. Her shadows must’ve recoiled at some point because they’re no longer in sight. The creative use—and control—impresses me greatly.

“That was…” Instead of finishing her sentence, she drops her forehead to my shoulder and blows out a long exhale. Her body begins to shake with laughter. “Holy shite.”

She lifts herself onto her knees, sliding off of me. I reach for her, pulling her back down on my thighs. I wrap my arms around her, cradling her. As my seed drips from her center, down her thighs, I use a finger to swipe it back up inside of her where it belongs.

Her cheeks pinken again, and her eyes fill with lust when she turns to face me. Instead of saying anything, I press my mouth to hers and kiss her lazily.

My fingers dance in small circles on her spine. I break the kiss and lick my lips, loving the taste of her lingering there.

“I love you,” she says, wrapping her arms around my neck. “I love you Rainer Rohan Iorworth.”

“Marry me,” I say quickly. The words fall from my lips before I can second-guess them.

Pulling back, she searches my eyes. “But we’re already bonded.”

“Yes, but I want a ceremony. I want to declare my love for you in front of the realm. Marry me—complete the monogamy ceremony with me, and let me claim you publically.”

She laughs, cupping my cheeks and bringing her forehead to mine. “I’m yours . I will marry you a thousand times over, and it would still never be enough, my beautiful nightmare.”

The nickname sends warmth through me, kicking up an emotional storm. We sit together beneath the tree in the meadow, entwined in each other’s arms for what feels like hours. We fall asleep, meet in our dreams, and consummate our love repeatedly.

Our bond deepens with each encounter, solidifying that we were always destined to be.