34. Chapter Thirty-Four

Chapter Thirty-Four

Z oya

My head is spinning. My thoughts are gray, swirly things that make little sense. That’s why I’m listening extra hard to what Lash is repeating.

“I imagine a nap would be nice, Starlight, but you’re relaxed and loose. Perhaps now is the best time for me to mate you… to knot you.”

My forehead wrinkles as I try to make sense of his words.

“Yes. Relaxed.” I think he wants to knot me. “Yes.”

He joins me on the bed, kissing and petting me, soothing me with his touch, his words.

“Love you, Starlight. This will ensure we’re mates forever.”

In my dreamy state, that sounds wonderful.

Somehow, I surface from wherever I went for that amazing climax and realize I’m in my mating bed with Lash.

“Words, Lash. Give me words, then give me your knot.”

“You’re back among the living, Starlight? You want words?”

He kneels between my legs and, for the first time tonight, I realize he’s naked. I’m not sure when that happened. All I know is that he has the most perfect masculine body of anyone on Earth. His cock is ninety degrees from his body, leaking pre-cum, pointing at me. If we weren’t about to enter into what I think is going to be a solemn ceremony, I’d steal a taste.

“ Mei grrahla. Mei Rrohgren. Ull mai alla Ahgrrahl. I love you, Zoya. You came out of nowhere and broke me out of the cage I’d locked myself in. Not only do I want you to be mine forever, but I want to be yours. I’ve already given my heart to you, but what happens next will be my pledge. Rrohvahl, Zoya. Forever.”

He places his cock at my entrance and presses in as our gazes remain locked. This is the opposite of the hot sex we just shared. It’s slow and tender and full of meaning.

I take him easily. He was right when he said it was the perfect time to knot me. I’m loose and relaxed, ready, and… eager. He’s thick, and the stretch burns a bit, but it’s nothing I can’t handle. When he bottoms out against me, I’m relieved.

“That wasn’t hard at all, Lash. It must be because I love you so much.”

His eyes widen as he says, “You haven’t taken my knot yet, love. That will happen in a moment.”

Searching my heart, my body, I look for my fear, but it isn’t there. I guess I’m not afraid of a little pain if it brings us closer together.

He kisses me, a delicious kiss that reminds me of all the things I love about him. Then he begins to thrust. Pressing my hands to his hips, I feel in control. One word from me, or tightening my grip on his flesh, will make him stop. I know it as surely as I know my own name.

He rides me, flowing into me, surrounding me with his arms, his body, his love. His pace shifts into a higher gear and everything changes. No longer is this a sweet, meaningful ceremony. It’s becoming a sensual dance.

He’s holding nothing back, murmuring his love words in English and wolven. His hips press. His angle is perfect for bumping my clit, forcing my lust higher with every thrust. He edges me higher, but never presses harder, never forces himself inside me.

Although he says nothing, I know what he needs. He won’t knot me until I’m ready. Until I ask.

He’s nipping my throat, biting my earlobe, grinding against me, increasing my bliss until my mind is back in that nowhere place with no beginning, no end, just pure pleasure. I ease into an orgasm. It’s soft, maybe not even a full release, maybe just an echo of one, but it teases me, reminds me of the goal.

After another little orgasm, which accomplishes nothing other than making me want more, I urge him. “I want your knot.”

“Not yet.” He pulls back enough for me to see a knowing smirk on that handsome face.

Something about his words, his cynical smile, unleashes something in me. After I give him a gentle nudge, he complies, turning us so I’m on top. I left Zoya somewhere on Earth, because I think we’re in another place, another time.

I’m riding him like a wild animal. I don’t know which of us is more primitive. The sound of our flesh slapping reverberates through the room. His scent, musky and reminiscent of the forest, surrounds me. It all just serves to make me fuck him harder.

I’m pounding on him now, determined to get that thick knot of flesh and muscle inside me.

“Help me, Lash.”

With his hands firmly on my hips, his fingertips clenching my skin, he presses me down on his cock harder with every thrust.

“Oh!” His knot slips deeper. How can it hurt and feel like bliss at the same time? “More!”

We work together as I ride him like a banshee, thrusting hard. He matches my fervor, pressing his hips up to meet me with each stroke. We’re both sweating, moaning, grunting with the effort, until the knot eases inside me in one final, blissful burn.

Then, unbelievably, I feel it swell even more, locking me in place. I rock forward, grinding my clit into the hard bone above his cock, a moan coming from the depths of my being.

Our gazes meet as we both orgasm at the same time. His essence is hot as it bathes me. He’s as fully feral as I’ve ever seen him. His noises are wild as he pants through his release.

“So good. So deep.” My words are idiotic. I just needed to say something, to punctuate this important moment.

“I need to bite you, love. It will hurt.”

Fear whips through me. If my mind was straight, I would scold him for not warning me. But I’m speechless, fully compliant.

“I’m told it will hurt and then will be the most bliss you’ve ever felt.”

Before I can second guess myself and turn back, I urge, “Do it!”

When he doesn’t immediately comply, I say it more forcefully. “Do it.”

He must understand my urgency, my fear that I’ll chicken out if he doesn’t act quickly, so he clamps his mouth in the same spot he placed those tiny pinpricks the first time we made love.

This time the bite is deeper. He’s right. It hurts.

And then I’m swirling with bliss, like lightning strikes not just in my clit and pussy, but darts through me. It’s as though every inch of me is orgasming, spiraling higher, peaking in pleasure I never thought possible.

I’m screaming. It’s wordless noise at the top of my lungs and I have absolutely no shame about embracing every moment of ecstasy.

“Lash!” I manage, but my coherence doesn’t last. I’m babbling again, quivering, shaking, clutching him so tightly I’m surely drawing blood. Instead of encouraging me to stop, or pulling away from me, he howls so long and low I don’t know how he has the oxygen to keep going. Then he yips happily, dips his head, and laps at the bite, calming any remnants of pain.

We fall in a panting, sweaty heap. I’m laughing and crying, unable to decide what emotion is the most powerful. Ah. I know. Love.

“You took my knot, Starlight, and it swelled for you. I knew it. We’re soulbound. Forever. Myshara, hawrl. Rorrn , Starlight, rosh .”

He tugs me gently until we’re face to face on our sides, still connected.

“It will be a while.” He slashes me a proud smile. I guess he has every right.

He covers us with the spread and does my new favorite thing as he glides his claws through my hair. Upping the ante, he speaks in soft wolven to me between sweet top-of-the-head kisses.

I silently wish his knot would take hours to go down. I love being so close. Being connected like this.

“We have three months to wait.” I want to see what he says to this.

“For what, Starlight? A piece of paper? I can go to the Warrior’s office and get you a ream of the stuff from the copy machine. We don’t need a piece of paper. We have this.”

He tucks me close and nuzzles me, then shimmies his hips to remind me we’re still knotted. As if I could forget.

“Yes, my love. We have this.” I tuck myself even closer to his chest, close my eyes, and don’t even try to wipe the happy smile off my face.