20. Selena

20

SELENA

T he air is thick with the scent of roasting meat and the hum of lively chatter. Humans and demons intermingle, their laughter echoing off the grand walls of Zephyr's palace as the victory celebration continues through the night. I watch from a distance, leaning against a cool stone pillar, as Zephyr moves among the crowd. His silver-gray skin seems to shimmer under the dancing lights, and his muscles ripple with each movement, like a predator ready to pounce.

Memories of the battle earlier play in my head. Watching Zephyr's calculated movements, how his muscles flex in battle sends chills down my spine. I glance over at him.

A group of tribal warriors approaches him, their eyes wide with awe and respect. One of them, a burly man with a thick beard, claps Zephyr on the back. "Quite the show you put on out there," he says, a grin splitting his face. I can't help but feel a shiver run down my spine, watching the raw power in his every gesture. My body starts to flush from the heat building up in me. I want him in every way.

Zephyr's eyes, a swirling mix of blue and gray, meet mine across the room. A subtle heat passes between us, and I feel my cheeks flush as I bite my lip. I can almost feel the vibrations that rumble from his chest. His eyes turn gold with hints of red as he saunters his way over to me.

"You like what you see, little one?" he says, towering over me. The dominance he exudes is overwhelming and seductive. He turns me on with just a look and he knows it as the corner of his mouth curls into a smirk.

"Maybe I do." I lean in closer with my breasts pressing on his chest, enticing him. A low growl fills the air as his eyes turn a deep indigo, locking onto mine. He wraps his hand around my waist, squeezing me closer into him as I feel the bulge in his pants against my stomach.

I sigh heavily as I rub my body against his growing bulge.

"Don't start something you can't finish, demon."

His eyes shimmer to bright gold as he gives me a devilish grin. "Oh, don't worry little one. I intend to finish." Both hands slide around my ass, lifting me as I wrap my legs around his waist. I nuzzle my face into his neck and inhale deeply, taking in his scent. His rumbling growl vibrates my whole body, increasing my arousal.

"Guests. You are welcome to stay and continue to celebrate. But it's time for me and my mate to retire for the evening." He addresses our guests, but his eyes never leave mine.

With one swift command, the wind sends us whirling up in the air, landing onto the balcony. I wrap my legs tighter around his waist, kissing down his neck as he makes large strides toward our chamber. His skin is cool and smooth beneath my lips, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his body. Each step he takes sends a jolt of electricity through me, igniting a fire that burns deep within.

A slow smile spreads across his face, revealing a hint of fangs. "I'm about to make you mine in every way possible," he murmurs as he leans down to capture my lips in a searing kiss.

As quick as the wind, Zephyr rips my clothes and his off as they are tossed to the side. His hands slide up my sides, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I arch into his touch, a soft moan escaping my lips. He growls in response, a primal sound that sends a rush of heat through me.

"Zephyr," I whisper, my voice barely audible. His name is a plea, a prayer, a promise.

He pulls back, his eyes locked onto mine. "I'm going to claim you, Selena," he says, his voice a low rumble. "Body and soul. You'll be mine, completely and utterly."

I nod, my heart pounding in my chest. Zephyr's grin turns primal, his eyes shifting to a deep, burning red. His claws elongate as he growls, his voice barely human. He lifts me effortlessly, setting me down so I'm straddling him. His cock slides into me, filling me completely.

I gasp, my hands gripping his shoulders. "Fuck, Zephyr." The words escape my lips like a secret, whispered into his ear.

He chuckles a dark and dangerous sound. "That's the idea, sweetheart." His hands find my hips, guiding me into a rhythm that's as natural as breathing.

I ride him, my body moving in sync with his. Each thrust sends a jolt of pleasure through me, building, burning. I'm close, so fucking close. His claws trace a path up my stomach, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

"What are you—?" I start, but the words die on my lips as he slices a deep cut across my chest. The sting of the cut mixes with the pleasure of his cock, an intoxicating combination that leaves me reeling.

"Shit," I hiss, my body trembling. Blood drips slowly from the cut.

Zephyr's eyes lock onto mine, his gaze intense. "Trust me little one," he murmurs, his voice barely audible. He brings his claws to his own chest, slicing a matching cut. Before I can react, he pulls me close, pressing our chests together.

Our blood mixes, a warm, sticky mess between us. But there's something else, something more. A surge of pleasure, a cooling sensation that floods my veins like wildfire. The wind around us picks up, swirling, howling, a tangible manifestation of our connection.

"Zephyr," I gasp, my voice barely a whisper. "What's happening?" I manage to say between moans.

His arms tighten around me, holding me close. "We're binding, Selena," he grunts, his voice a low rumble. "Body and soul. You're mine, now and forever."

I can feel him, not just physically, but deep within me. His emotions, his thoughts, his very essence. It's overwhelming, intense, terrifying. But it's also right. So fucking right.

"Yes. Forever, Zephyr," I manage to say, my voice barely audible over the howling wind.

His lower hands grip tight around my waist, bouncing me up and down on his cock while the wind whips around us, a frenzy of motion and sound. The wind senses my orgasm and picks up speed, whirling around us like a frenzied dance partner. I gasp, clutching Zephyr tighter as we lift off the ground, his four arms securing me against him.

His hips thrust up, hitting that spot inside me that makes my toes curl. I moan, long and low, the sound whipped away by the wind. "Fuck, Zephyr."

My fingers dig into his shoulders, anchoring myself as I meet his thrusts. The sensation of weightlessness, of being at his mercy, sends a fresh wave of heat through me.

"Oh," I gasp, my body trembling. The wind whips around us, a tangible manifestation of our connection. It's wild, untamed, just like him. Just like us.

His claws elongate, digging into my skin just enough to send a thrill of danger through me as he thrusts harder and deeper inside me. "Come for me, Selena," he commands, his voice a primal growl. "Let me hear you scream."

And I do. I scream his name as the orgasm rips through me, my body convulsing around his. The wind howls in response, lifting us higher, and spinning us faster. I cling to him, my anchor in the storm, as pleasure consumes me.

Zephyr's thrusts become erratic, his grip on me tightening. "Fuck, Selena," he groans, his head thrown back. His cock pulses inside me, filling me with heat. The wind reaches a fever pitch, a cyclone of power centered around us.

As the last tremors of our orgasms fade, the wind begins to slow. We descend gently, the world coming back into focus. Zephyr's arms are still wrapped around me, his eyes now a soft, sated gold.

"Well," I say, a laugh bubbling up from my chest. "That was one hell of a ride."

He chuckles, a sound that vibrates through his chest and into mine. "And we're just getting started, sweetheart." His hands cup my face, his thumbs tracing the line of my jaw. The gesture is surprisingly tender, a stark contrast to the wildness of our lovemaking.

I lean into his touch, my heart pounding in my chest. This demon, this man, is a whirlwind of contradictions. And he's all mine.