Page 84 of Bright Soul

I ran my nails over his chest, earning a soft, approving hiss. “Whatwhereyou expecting?” I caught his throbbing length between my cheeks, rolling my hips to tease him through my slick folds. One of the hard bumps that gave it unusual texture caught against my sensitive flesh, feeling like the press of a fingertip.

He bared his fangs in a grin. “I will fulfill anything you desire. You need but ask.”

“Well, I was curious…” I drew out another stroke against him.

“If I’ve learned anything on Earth…” He rested his hands on my hips, nudging me onto the crown of his cock. “…it is that curiosity is utterly human.”

I sank down onto him slowly, savoring how he stretched me. “Is your dick any different in your other form?” I asked.

He held me flush against him, head tilted at a coy angle. “Let’s find out,” he purred. In a few seconds, he’d transitioned to his alien form, all sharp teeth and lengthened claws that rested ever so carefully on my skin. Something else had changed about him, but I felt it inside me as a slight thickening when he was already a snug fit.

I lifted and popped my mouth open with a shocked cry. The discovery was immediate, an unusual but an intense starburst of sensation. He watched my reaction with a pleased expression asI sank onto him again for more. Like his vampire-like fangs were remnants of a whole mouth full of them, the few nubs on his length were a hint at the full texture he had in this form.

He stimulated every inch of me even on the way down, hitting that sensitive inner patch for a gush of liquid warmth. His shadows piled pillows behind him, and he propped up his shoulders, crooking a finger in a come-hither gesture with a literal smolder in his eyes. I saw the Iorsio tribe in him, a hint of yellow flame, as if he didn’t already have the most beautiful eyes on this world and the next.

I leaned in as he’d beckoned and felt him shift, taking control. His fangs grazed my lips, his kiss hungry but measured. With one hand, he helped me ride him as fast as I could stand without coming on the spot. He’d cupped the back of my head and ran gentle pressure down my jaw with strokes of his thumb.

My body tightened as I sped toward release…and then he slowed and stopped, holding my hips to his. Huffing out a frustrated breath, I wiggled, and that release slipped away one second at a time. “Phaeron,” I groaned.

He took his time shifting back to his human-like form. “I made you something like a promise before…this.” He gestured to encompass the room.

“You did?” I couldn’t think of anything. Not when he’d thoroughly scrambled my brain and was still nestled within me, hard as iron.

“Mmm. Perhaps it will come to you soon.”

He caught my lips, this time hardly holding back with only two fangs to navigate. During that savage kiss, he started to move again, reawakening my body. But this time, I ached for that release I’d been denied and started to tremble as we approached it again.

I expected him to stop again when I was on that edge but breathed a vicious “Fuck!” when he did.

“Now, now,” he teased, a growl edging his tone. He wasn’t unaffected by his own game.

I worked my jaw, finding it harder to talk. “What was the promise?”

He shook his head minutely. “Trust me, you’ll remember,” he rumbled.

When he thrust again, the rise and fall of pleasure to frustration took even less time. “Please,” I breathed. He wanted me to beg. Oh! He wanted me to beg him to bite me.

One day, you will carry my mating mark. You’ll beg for it.

I felt his cock kick within me as he clamped down on his release too. He met my gaze and sighed, filtering a few locks of my hair through his fingers. Speaking Soiluirian, his cadence rose and fell in waves. Like music or poetry. Words of love. Words to soothe.

“I trust you,” I answered. My tongue felt too big for my mouth. “I love you. I want to carry your mark forever. On my skin and my soul. I want to be yours. Please, Phaeron.”

His hold on me tightened. When he lifted me and thrust deeply, I knew. We were speeding toward the end this time. He skimmed his lips down my neck, and I was wound so tightly even his hot breath was erotic as it washed over my skin.

“It will hurt, but you will barely feel it,” he promised. He used his free hand to angle my head, placing his fangs in just the right place, in the hollow where neck and shoulder met. I was already unraveling, coming so hard my eyes rolled back.

He inhaled and then bit me. I screamed, pleasure and pain flaring and entwining for several heartbeats before he exhaled. He’d swapped a tiny piece of our souls, and I felt the pressure of memories that weren’t my own all crowding in as my body surrendered to unconsciousness.

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Like when Braza created the tether between us, I experienced Phaeron’s memories as if I were him. Yet a tug in my gut reminded me I wasn’t a Moihan male, as if I wasn’t quite sleeping under the layer of his recollections. I existed as a tagalong for the journey through his past.

The pieces of memory were snippets from a very long life as ephemeral as a breath. Yet what I saw defined who he was.

Shadowborn. Soldier. Prince. Lover. Father.

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