CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT

CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT

Sturrm

My bride, my glorious bride, lets me into her body and into her heart. As I slide into her, our joining becomes something magical, something that transcends the physical.

Selena closes tightly around me, all heat and wet and velvet sensation. My stud flickers to life, its magic reaching for her.

“I love you,” I whisper, over and over. “I love you so much. I never knew it was possible to love this much.”

“Oh, Sturrm.” Her breath hitches. “Yes. Please love me. Love me always.”

“I will, baby girl. I’ll love you forever.”

Her hands clutch my shoulders, her legs wrapping around my waist to pull me ever closer.

Goddess, I never want to let this woman go.

I move within her slowly, savoring each touch.

We rock together, each movement the note of a song we sing together, each thrust a new word. Each moment turns into a glorious harmony of pleasure and increased connection.

“This is the song of us,” I say, thrusting deep. “This is the most beautiful song I will ever sing, and it is all for you, my bride, my love.”

“Yes!” Her moans of pleasure strike the sweetest of notes. “I love you, Sturrm.”

She clenches around me, the added pressure making bolts of sensation race down my spine. My body tightens, begging to knot her and bind her to me as my mate.

My hips roll forward, hers rising to meet me in perfect time. My stud hums against her sensitive spot, its mouth working over her until she shudders, her mouth falling open.

“Sturrm!” Her scream is the purest sound in the universe, singing out with love and desire.

“Selena!” I join my voice with hers as my orgasm pours through me, filling her with my seed. Heat flashes on my chest in a nip of pain easily ignored, and then there’s nothing but pleasure, pleasure, pleasure as my knot swells, held tight by her sweet core. Goddess, I never imagined anything could be better than our previous two times together, but the feeling of my knot filling her is the most exquisite sensation of my entire life .

It goes on and on, well past the point where I slump onto her for several minutes, loving the feel of her soft curves pillowing my body. It’s there when I hold her hips to keep her pressed to me as I roll us onto our sides, and it jolts me with aftershocks when her muscles tighten once again.

Selena gasps, a little sound of pleased delight. “Oh, that’s different.” She makes an experimental move, pulling away by less than an inch before coming to an abrupt halt.

I put a hand on her buttocks and ease her back toward me. “Don’t hurt yourself.”

“I don’t think I can. My healing magic, remember?” She starts to wiggle again.

I growl, “Woman, you are not getting away from me tonight.”

“I’m not trying to get away, you big grump.” She laughs. “I’m just… feeling things out.”

She clenches again, making us moan in chorus as it sends an aftershock through both of us. Then she settles, her head resting on my upper arm. A tiny frown pinches her brow. “That’s weird. My healing magic says I’m hurt.”

She glances down, her fingers running over the small crescent moon tattooed over her heart, right beside the tusk mark I already left on her. “My god, what is that?” Then she reaches for me, touching my chest. “You have one, too!”

A larger crescent moon covers my heart, intricate knotwork decorating it. A pulse of her healing magic goes through me, dissipating the sting I ignored earlier.

“They’re our moon bound mate marks,” I say. “Proof the goddess has blessed our marriage. ”

Selena grins, tapping my chest. “See, what did I tell you? We were meant to be.”

I capture her hand and bring it to my mouth, kissing her finger. “You were right. I was wrong, and I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you as best I can.”

“How about this?” She snuggles closer. “For the next twenty years, you’re going to hold me when we sleep and chase away my bad dreams. You’re going to keep saving me every night.”

“What if that isn’t enough?” I stroke a hand down her back, loving the feel of her soft skin. “What if I need more than twenty years to make it up to you?”

She gives a sleepy yawn, her muscles fluttering around my knot in another burst of pleasure. “Then you’ll just have to do it for the rest of our lives.”

“Deal.” I kiss the top of her head, burying my nose in her hair and breathing her scent deep into my lungs. “Rest now, my love. I’ve got you.”

She nods, nuzzling close, her soft breath tickling over my neck as I hold her tightly.

Blissful sleep takes me soon after, locked in the sweetest embrace with the woman I love.

Dawn wakes me, not with my usual internal alarm, but with the most amazing of sensations.

“Morning.” Selena gives my cock another long lick and grins up at me .

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like? I’m having breakfast in bed.”

Another satisfied lick has my hips lifting, my swollen erection begging to be buried in her sweet mouth. Orc seed pours out, and she laps it up.

“Mmm,” she moans, her lips vibrating against the tip of my cock and driving me wild. “You taste like caramelized milk.”

“Is that good?” I growl.

“It’s the best. I love caramelized milk.”

And then, as if to prove as much, she sucks my head into the wet heat of her mouth, sending my pulse soaring.

A groan tears from my lips, and I fist the furs in a hard clench. Then my hands are on her head, holding her in place as I thrust up into her mouth.

Her hands wrap around the base of my erection, stroking it in time with my movements.

I’m lost, a being of nothing but sensation as my beautiful bride takes me into her delicious mouth. The thought alone is almost enough to make me come. No one’s ever done this for me before. All of my previous assignations were quick things, done to scratch an itch. Nothing ever had this level of intimacy.

“Selena.” My hands fist in her hair. “I don’t think I can hold out. This is all too new, too much.”

Her lips release me with a pop as she stares up at me with wide eyes. “No one’s ever sucked this gorgeous cock before?”

“No.”

“Then I’m one lucky, lucky woman.” She flashes me a sultry smile and wraps her mouth around me again .

Hands, lips, and tongue work me until I feel I will go wild with want. I groan, and my hips move and jerk, snapping forward as pleasure sizzles through me to spurt into her mouth, splashing out the sides to coat her face and my stomach and thighs.

She rises over me, grinning with pleased happiness. “Good morning, husband.”

“Good morning, my bride.” I pull her to me, ready to—

Tink, tink, tink. An annoying noise clanks against the glass window.

I glare over at the golden eye staring at me from the other side. In one quick move, I roll my bride over so I shield Dash’s view of her body with mine. After pulling a fur over her, I climb out of bed and stomp over to throw open the window. “What do you want?”

“Well, it certainly wasn’t to see you naked… again .” He whinnies a laugh. “I was sent to tell you that your king has arrived, and everyone’s meeting at the standing stone in an hour.”

I grunt and turn away from him.

“An hour, orc! I’ll wait out front to carry you quickly.”

“Thanks, Dash,” Selena calls from the bed.

“Don’t thank him,” I growl. “You’ll only encourage him.”

“I heard that,” the unicorn says from behind me.

“I meant for you to.”

He snorts, and I can imagine the head toss that accompanies it without needing to turn around to see it.

“Remind me every night to close the shutters,” I say .

“Will do. I love Dash, but I’m ready to enjoy the honeymoon period without him right outside our bedroom.”

I return to the bed and scoop her up into my arms. “Did I mention that I love how intelligent you are?”

“So I’m intelligent when I’m agreeing with you?”

“Of course.” My lips twitch as she bats my shoulder with her hand. Then I add, “And when you disagree with me and all the times in between.”

“That’s better.” She presses a kiss to my cheek.

We clean up in the small bathing room, using cleaning cloths. Selena smiles over her shoulder at me as I rub the magical fabric across her back. “This is nice, but you’ve got to take me to the communal baths.”

My lips pull back from my teeth in a silent snarl. To think, only a few weeks ago, I brawled with Krivoth over the fact that he didn’t want any of the rest of us to see his bride naked. Yet here I stand, hypocrite that I am, feeling exactly the same.

“We’ll use the private pool,” she says. “The other women told me about it.”

Possessiveness eased, I keep washing her back, my hand lingering on the plump swell of her buttocks.

She laughs, turning to take the cleaning cloth from me. “Why don’t we each wash ourselves? Otherwise, we’ll never make it to the meeting on time.”

I pull her to me for a quick kiss. “Damned right we wouldn’t.”

Her laughter plucks out the thread of my own, our combined joy a harmony of happiness and delight.