Page 89 of Blood Sacrifice

“I thought I’d lost you,” Salvator said against my lips, his eyes fluttering closed to make his eyelashes kiss mine. “I never want to experience that again.”

I tightened my fingers in his hair, my skin touching his, the entire way up my body. “I lived a life without you, and it was a cold and lonely place.” My emotions had been numb for years, and the only reason I had been able to survive some of the situations I had endured was because I genuinely hadn’t cared if I lived or died since I thought Salvator had been killed in the war.

“Then let’s make a pledge,” he said, pulling me impossibly closer, our bodies fully aligned. “No matter what we face, we make the decision to survive for each other.”

His lips touched mine in a sacred vow that only love could understand. First, gentle words of comfort, then a promise for the future, and finally demanding an oath that we would sacrifice whatever it took for us to return to each other. Our bodies began to move, mine undulating up and down on his, our chakras energising as they rubbed together. Salvator’s hands gripped my ass to help my rhythm, using his strength to maintain my balance.

Our skin was coated in perspiration, our mouths sharing deep kisses, and our souls wrapped around each other as we renewed the vow we made to each other all those years ago in that cave. We would have to part tomorrow, but we would find each other again no matter what we had to sacrifice.

Divine pressure built low in my stomach, the flesh between my legs sensitive and tingling in awareness, the muscles in my thighs straining as I continued to move up and down, impaling myself on his engorged cock over and over again. I changed the angle of my hips to allow the head of his cock to massage my front wall, and I moaned when the first flash of pleasurespiked through me, his fingers digging into the flesh of my ass in response.

“Keep going, baby,” he said against my lips. “I want to watch as you fall apart and surrender yourself to pleasure.”

Spells were energised by different forces, one of which was sexual energy. The air around us crackled with the power emanating from our union. My body was on fire from the friction of our chakras interacting, all my muscles straining and my synapses sparking. I felt alive and vibrant, every part of me acutely aware of Salvator.

I jolted, pausing for a moment when my core contracted around his cock when another flash of pleasure jolted deep in my womb.

“Salvator,” I whispered, my fingers gripping his powerful shoulders.

“I’m right here, baby.” His hands cupped my ass possessively. “You need some help?”

My thigh muscles were burning even as I rotated my hips to enjoy the sensation of his cock intimately massaging me. “Hmmm.”

Salvator’s arms wrapped around me, bringing me back onto the grass, his body dominating mine as he pounded into me, all gentleness forgotten as we surrendered ourselves to the passion that was consuming us. We were feral beasts writhing on the grass, taking and giving pleasure. I arched my neck in invitation, moaning when his canines sank into the delicate flesh in a bite designed to infuse his venom into me to elevate what I was experiencing.

I groaned, my nails dragging down his back, marking him possessively. Salvator’s eyes glowed brighter, and I felt a resounding excitement in my chest. He was a beautiful man on the outside, but he was a feral beast under that façade, andhis strength and power made my stomach tighten in sexual exhilaration.

A growl rumbled from his chest, echoing all the way down to his cock that was thrusting deep into my core, leaving a delicious burn from the fire he created. His features combined with elements of his wolf until the Salvator that only I saw appeared, not man nor wolf, but something in between.

A resounding feral energy awakened inside me, rumbling free in my chest. I wanted to sink my teeth in him until I marked him, trail my nails deep into his skin, and watch as his blood trickled over both our bodies as he bled for me.

“There she is,” Salvator said, his hips grinding into mine, his forehead pressed to mine as he stared into my eyes. “I love this side of you, because she belongs only to me. Mine.” His lips crashed into mine until he stole my breath.

Salvator pulled out, manipulating me until I was on my hands and knees, my fingers digging into the earth. He speared hard and deep into me, my mouth falling open in a scream as he thrust hard and fast.

“Oh, my goddess,” I whimpered, my emotions spiralling out of control. “Please.” I didn’t know what I was begging for, but I was close to exploding physically, emotionally, and mentally.

Salvator leant over me, his teeth biting into the mating mark on my shoulder. That scar was always sensitive when Salvator was close to me, his touch making me squirm in awareness. His canines connecting with it activated a chain reaction that sparked through my entire body, culminating in igniting the pressure that had been building in my stomach. An orgasm exploded from deep in my womb, radiating outward to leave me gasping and shaking, the muscles in my vagina clamping around his cock that was moving slowly as he found his own release.

We collapsed together, Salvator’s hand splayed across my stomach.

“I swear we’re going to emotionally damage our daughter if babies have memories from their time in the womb,” I muttered, rubbing my head against his neck.

His low chuckle rumbled against my spine, his lips pressing a kiss on my mating mark. “Considering I’m going to lock her up and kill any hormonal idiot who looks twice at her, she’ll never know what happened tonight.”

I smiled at his grumpy tone, imagining his scowl at anyone who tried to sniff around our daughter when she came of age. I pitied them because I had witnessed that expression and how men reacted to it on more than one occasion.

“Is it wrong that I just want to stay here and let everyone else worry about Balor and his minions?” I asked, closing my eyes so I could experience the peace of just lying here with him.

“No,” Salvator replied. “I feel the same tonight as I did all those moons ago when I lay the entire night debating with myself about leaving you. I knew I was needed to help my pack, but I didn’t want to leave my mate.”

I sucked in a deep breath and held it for several seconds before releasing it slowly, desperately trying to stabilise my emotions. “I’m not sure how I feel about my life being linked to a prophecy,” I confessed. “My journey has been hard enough, and that was before I knew it was about to get harder.”

He kissed the mark on my shoulder again, which sent shivers down my spine. “You have always been my mate, but we were never mated before,” Salvator said. “If you need him, you can call my wolf to give you strength.”

He had been with me in the tunnels of the base, guiding me even though Salvator was somewhere else. It had puzzled me at the time, but there was comfort in always being able to summon help.

“I don’t want to have to kill my sister,” I blurted out, finally admitting to myself that this was what had been in my head for a while.

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