53. Dirge

FIFTY-THREE

Dirge

M ine.

I didn't mean to speak to her; not really. I was intent on two things—making her feel good and giving her my bite. But when it happened, it demanded a pause, an acknowledgment of this momentous shift between us.

Dirge? Her mental voice was laced with wonder, even as it shook with need.

Muzic? mea, I practically purred through the bond, letting my mouth drop to her navel, sucking and nipping at her flesh as I worked my way across her flat stomach toward the edge of that lace. It was blocking the view I really wanted, of her sweet pussy.

I was torn as she once again arched beneath my ravenous kiss between whether to rip it to shreds or save it for a memento of this night forever.

She moaned low in her throat as my tongue worked the junction of her hip and thigh, and the decision was made. The sides of the skimpy fabric gave under my touch, and I tossed them away. Her pussy was bare and glistening in the soft lamplight, and the urge to throw back my head and howl was embarrassingly strong. My wolf was riding me hard, urging me to take, feast, claim .

Yes, she urged me. Her hands were woven into my hair, urging me forward, urging me to feast on her sweetness.

I shifted my position so I was between her legs, letting the fabric of the dress still tangled over her knees trap her beneath me. It kept her tightly in place, so I controlled the motion, the depth. I skated over her slick flesh with my thumb, but my fangs were low and aching for a taste. I used my hands to press back on her thighs, giving myself as much room as the dress would allow, and dove into her folds.

Her cries turned high and keening as my tongue pressed in, and I could feel an echo of her pleasure in my own chest, the feeling so overwhelming, I ground my erection down into the mattress with need.

Goddess, I was riding the knife's edge of pleasure before I'd even taken my pants off. I was going to suffocate the first time I sank into her heat, when I could feel both sides of this tornado of pleasure rising between us.

She must have felt the same, because when I slipped my middle finger between her folds, I was still twirling my tongue lazily around her clit when the spark turned into a flame, and she quaked around me with a scream.

Her orgasm nearly made me lose my head, and my control. I groaned against her skin, dropping my forehead to her mound as I dragged in a hit of her scent, fighting for my composure even as I stroked her higher with my hand. The man wanted to tease her, torture her slowly to make this last all night. But the wolf had his needs too, and when my fangs grazed the crease of her groin, she cried out again, a feral pleasure burning through the bond in my chest.

She didn't want to wait either. Her hands dragged at my shoulders, trying to pull me up, pull me in. But I couldn't give her what she wanted just yet .

I lifted up, burying a second finger inside her as I used my other hand to snatch the dress the rest of the way down, leaving it to puddle on the floor as I yanked my dress pants so hard, a button pinged across the room.

She was lost with need now as I pumped into her faster, adding a third thick digit, stretching her wider for me. As soon as we were both completely naked, I lay back between her knees, laving the groove at the top of her thigh, working my way to the curve of her upper thigh.

Her legs were quaking around me, and I could feel that she was right there, at the precipice of another orgasm.

I pressed my thumb to her clit, following the pleasure as I applied just the right amount of pressure. But when I felt her about to go over that edge, I struck.

My fangs sliced into her thigh like butter, the heady hit of her blood at the back of my throat laced with her pleasure as she screamed my name. My wolf was howling to be buried inside her, her pussy clenching around my fingers so tightly, the bones hurt.

I withdrew my fangs, never stopping the pressure on her clit, keeping her riding the wave of pleasure as I licked and sealed the wound, pressing a reverent kiss next to my mark as I finally withdrew my fingers.

Euphoria nearly overwhelmed me as her tart-sweet pomegranate flavor bloomed on my tongue.

Goddess, she was everything. Perfection.

Before I could sheath myself in her, she was up on her knees, eyes glowing gold with her wolf. The tips of her fangs peeking out over her bottom lip took my breath away. She was the goddess, a golden shimmer of power hanging in the air around her like nothing I'd ever seen before. Her fae half, shining through?

I didn't resist as she pushed me down on my back, erection straining against open air in an invitation for her to take, ride, own me. Her hands were hot as a brand on my shoulders as she straddled me, the blunt tip of my dick bumping her slick folds, parting them easily as she paused, meeting my eyes.

The tension in that moment was unreal, and I swear I could feel her pulse as she swallowed me with her heat. The perfect grip of her made me want to close my eyes and arch up against the bed, but she held me frozen in the trance of her need. She was in control now, and I was hers to play, to take. My wolf rumbled his approval as she sank all the way, taking me to the hilt.

Shay groaned, her chin dropping against her chest as the vibrations teased her already overstimulated clit.

She rose up, taking me out to the tip, then slammed down again, harder, establishing a blistering pace that made me work to hold on to my orgasm. She was fire and lightning, fireworks streaking through the night sky. She was magnificent, and she was mine.

When Shay leaned forward, I skated my hands up her sides, urging her to do it, mark me, finish this bond burning up between us.

But still, I wasn't ready for the intense wave of pleasure that burst through me when she sank her fangs into my left pectoral muscle, right above my heart. Euphoria wasn't a strong enough word for it as the bond snapped into place all at once. I grunted as I came, one hand tangled in her hair, keeping her mouth against my skin, the other on her hips, driving her down harder as I thrust up into her, over and over as we both climaxed, and she squeezed every drop of cum out of me.

When she finally pulled back, swiping her tongue over my chest, sealing her mark over my heart, I was a man replete with love, destroyed by the force of nature that was my mate. She slid off me to curl up at my side with a satisfied sigh as I stroked her soft curls.

She was mine, and I was hers. Forever .

Forever, she agreed, stroking a hand lovingly over my jaw as I wrapped myself around her. The music she'd composed for me, for us, had fallen to a soft hush, the twinkling piano notes a perfect accompaniment to this moment.

I held her to me like the most precious woman in the world.

Because she was, and I was never letting her go.

Forever.

It was a promise, and a benediction.

It was ours.