13. Tying the Knot

Key kissed me like he would die without the taste of my mouth—as if everything he”d been and everything he was had been meant for this moment. He didn”t bother with any preliminaries, sliding his tongue into my mouth with open demand, and fuck if I didn”t love that greed.

I grabbed him by the back of the head, dragging him down onto the bed with me. His teeth clicked against mine as we hit the mattress, both of us too full of reckless hunger to care. He tasted like fucking paradise, and I shoved my tongue deeper into his mouth, licking at him as if I might be able to devour him.

With a flash of silver, Key ripped his claws through my nightshirt, and a heartbeat later he tore his mouth off of mine to attack my breasts. His hot mouth wrapped around my nipple, tongue laving the sensitive tip as he sucked on me.

Nothing could have prepared me for the sheer pleasure of having that raw need focused on me, or of the perfection of a soulmate”s knowledge of my body. I cried out, back arching. The contact sent a bolt of pleasure straight between my legs, the throbbing of my pulse turning into pounding need. My fingernails dug into his scalp and his back, but Key only groaned out his pleasure, switching to devote his attention to my other breast.

Strong hands ran down my body, the pads of his fingers rough and his touch leaving a tingling wake along my skin. He gripped my hips as he straddled my thigh, grinding the hot length of his cock against me.

”I would have come like this for you,” he said, his voice ragged. He bit me, sharp pleasure lancing through me, making me gasp. ”Humping your thigh. Your pillow. Fuck, even buried in one of the other hounds, if you would have liked to see me do it.” Key pressed two fingers against my clit before shoving them down between my legs with insatiable demand, moaning when he felt the wet of my pussy. ”Anything for you.”

”And now?” I asked, panting with pleasure as I raked my nails down his back.

His back arched up into the contact, his head thrown back and open pleasure written on his face. ”I”ll still do it if you want me to,” he said, all but whining. ”I”ll love it. But I”ll never be satisfied with that.”

I bucked my hips against his fingers, chasing the pleasure. ”Tell me—”

Key gave me what I wanted, rubbing his fingers against me, his fingertips sinking into my pussy with every movement and the base of his fingers shoving hard against my clit with vivid pleasure. ”I need you,” he said, nipping and licking his way down my stomach. ”Need to be loved by you, and need to love you.” He slid down between my legs, setting one of my thighs on his shoulder and shoving his fingers deep in my pussy with a moan. ”Tell me I can taste you, Lexi.”

I held his gaze, breathing hard, then grabbed him by the hair, hard enough to hurt. ”Make me come, hound,” I said, putting every every ounce of my will into the command. ”Now.” I shoved his face down against my pussy, the power of it all thrilling through me as he obeyed without hesitation.

Black fur rolled down his spine as he fell on me with hunger, the raw edges of his skin healing and the exposed silver bone of his monstrous tail replaced by a plume of silken fur. Key”s hot tongue pressed against my clit as he finger-fucked me, his endless devotion turned towards pleasing me with a desperation that flooded me with warmth.

I shoved his face harder against me, making him whimper as I ground my pussy against his tongue. He wanted to be used, and I would use him, claim him, show him how much I wanted him.

Tension curled inside of me, the pressure of his fingers rubbing up against my g-spot with a tingling glow and the hard licks of his tongue spiking the pleasure with every stroke. His hips started rocking, the movement looking helpless. He ate me, tiny whimpers in the back of the throat, and he drove his cock against the sheets to the same pace as the movement of his fingers inside me.

I couldn”t tear my eyes away from the sinuous movement of his hips, everything narrowing down to a soaring endless moment of need, my hound running down ecstasy for me. My fingers dug against his scalp, thighs closing around his face, and with a growl Key shoved his fingers hard against the place inside me that begged for relief.

Orgasm hit me like a freight train, my whole body curling up off the bed as I screamed out my pleasure. My core clenched and released in waves, every grip of my body around my soulmate”s fingers sending a bright flash of ecstasy through me, the glory of orgasm flooding my body with pleasure.

Key ran me through it—chased me through it, his tongue pressing hard against me and his fingers curled, his fucking tail wagging. He would have kept going, eaten me for hours, but I grabbed him by the horns and yanked his face towards mine, unwilling to be patient.

He followed my hands with a yelp, panting and wild-eyed. I hooked my legs around his waist and hauled him down, his cock a hard line against my belly.

”Good boy,” I said, watching him with hunger as he almost orgasmed from that alone, his lashes fluttering and hips jerking. I shoved my fingers into his mouth, and Key sucked them like a cock, eyes closing in bliss and hips rocking against mine. ”Wanna fuck me, baby?”

”Mhm,” he whined around my fingers, low desperate sounds. ”Mm—”

I pulled my fingers away, Key following them with a whimper, and grabbed him by the hips. ”Want me like this, or on my knees?”

”Like this, please, please, I”m not just your hound, I”m your love— I want to see you and kiss you and—”

I cut him off, licking him across the mouth before claiming his tongue with an open-mouthed kiss. He met me with a moan of deep pleasure, tilting his hips and using one hand to guide the tip of his cock to my entrance. His first thrust drove it in almost all the way to the knot, my pussy dripping wet and body aching for him.

The heat of his body soaked into me. He fucked himself deeper, until every drive of his hips slammed his knot up against my entrance. Pleasure radiated out from each hard thrust, Key forcing himself deeper with relentless need.

I met and matched him, my hips bucking up against his and my depths gripping his hot length. Every stroke stretched my entrance wider, aching tension coiling inside of me, and then with a shuddering cry Key sheathed himself in me, the knot slipping past my entrance and deep inside my core.

The perfect shock of it made my back come off the bed. Key didn”t give me any respite. He started kissing my neck, open-mouthed kisses that left my skin tingling. I gripped him by the back of the neck as he fucked me harder, his knot popping in and out of me. The suddenness of it, over and over again, made my pussy spasm, my eyes wide and unseeing and hands grasping at nothing. There was nothing else in the world that mattered, only the spreading tension deep inside me and the spike of pleasure as I took his knot, again and again and again.

”Baby, knot me, you have to knot me— Holy fuck, Key—”

I had no idea if I used the command of the Wild Hunt or not, too lost in sensation to think about magic—but Key panted out ”yes, Mistress” against my neck, and slammed his cock home.

His teeth sank into my shoulder with the heat of his come flooding me. The throb of my soulmate”s orgasm pressed against my core, his knot swelling and tying us together. Unbearable tension filled me as Key”s knot stretched me open, my whole body shaking—but then his fingers found my clit, and in seconds I was coming, my whole soul shattered by ecstasy.

My pussy clenched around his unyielding knot, every grip of my body against his sending a lightning-flash of pleasure through me. I gasped for air, my breath rasping and my whole body devoted to ecstasy. It felt like it went on forever, waves of glory and the growing flood of bliss, but finally relaxation won over tension. I melted into the bed, Key nuzzling my throat as I yielded to him, his body locked in mine.

The feeling of fullness was so much better than I”d anticipated, something I knew I would chase again and again, total satisfaction filling me. Key rolled us over with a low sound of pleasure, not seeming to be troubled by my weight resting against his chest.

Our hearts slowed as one, bliss soothing us as we fell into eternity together. It felt like we were two people in one body, indelibly linked. I could feel his soul like sunlight on my skin, the light of his love shining on me.

I could sense Nuada, too, a prickling sensation like feeling eyes watching me from the darkness.

Come closer, I thought, leaning into that feeling. I wanted both feet on the ground—needed the same sense of absolute security I had with Key to be there when I thought of Nuada, too. Now that I”d found it with Key, I could feel the imbalance, and I wanted to find my place with both my soulmates. My life wouldn”t be complete without it.

”Did I do good?” Key murmured, brushing sweat-damp strands of hair away from my face. ”Are you pleased?”

”God, yes,” I moaned, turning my attention back to him and earning a laugh and a lick.

”I”m not the god,” he said, sounding completely content. ”I”m the hound.”

”Mhmm.” I kissed him on the jaw before going limp again, loving the feel of his heartbeat against my chest and deep inside my body. ”And what a good boy you are.”

He nuzzled me with a happy wiggle before settling back into the bed, his arms wrapped around me in a loose embrace. ”I”m glad I went to Nuada, even though you loved me as I was,” he said, still with that quiet satisfaction in his voice. ”I was split in two, and you deserve everything I have to give.”

”What did he do?” I asked, listening to the slow beat of his heart with total happiness.

”A long time ago, he answered my call. I summoned the Hunt so I could devour the woman who turned me into a monster for her pleasure, then discarded me when she had nothing more to ruin.” Key sighed, running his fingers down along my spine. ”I begged him to make me forget, and he granted me that boon. And then, many centuries later, I begged him to let me remember, and he granted me that, as well.”

I contemplated that for a moment, my thoughts sluggish and hazed with affection. ”He loves his hounds, doesn”t he?” I asked at last, tracing my fingers along his throat. ”It doesn”t seem like him to be… compassionate.”

”Of course he does,” Key said, sounding surprised. He nudged my head with his nose. ”Do you think he doesn”t know how to love?”

My cheeks heated with embarrassment. ”I didn”t mean it that way. It”s just that he”s so… stand-offish.” Unhappiness tugged at me, my mouth turning down as I contemplated the Hunter. ”He doesn”t seem like he wants anything to do with me. It doesn”t matter what I do to try to get him to look at me. He”s never even invited me to come see him.”

Key kissed me on the forehead. ”A hound can”t stop giving chase when he catches sight of the prey,” he said, his voice serious. ”How much more so the Hunt himself?”

I craned my neck to look up at him, raising a brow.

He grinned back down at me, showing off his strong canine teeth. ”He helped me, so I think it”s only fair that I help him. You wanted my invitation, and I didn”t know I needed to give it.” His smile widened. ”He wants yours, Lexi. If he enters the hunt, he won”t stop until he”s run you down. Is that what you want?”

That made me wiggle a little, heat coiling in my belly at the thought of that predator”s focus narrowing down on me. ”Maybe.”

With a laugh, Key grabbed me by the hips and bucked up against me, yanking my attention back to the knot still filling me. ”Then maybe you should tell him.”