Page 42 of Ruin

“Yes, Connor…”

He lifted his head, his eyes once again bright and cerulean blue. Lust poured from him, and I squirmed beneath his gaze as he continued to work his fingers. There were no words and I got it, I really did. He needed this, neededus; without barriers or fear. His expression darkened and his features sharpened, becoming more fae than human. Without mercy he dove back in, sucking on my clit until I exploded around him.

I was still coming down from my high when he removed his fingers and moved his big body to hover above me. “Ember, look at me.”

I did.

“I can’t be soft, love. I’m sorry. I need this. I need you…”

In answer, I let my legs fall open and lifted my pelvis. He swallowed hard, his eyes closing as I reached down and held his hard length, running it through my wetness. I positioned him at my entrance. “I'm here. Now take what you need. Erase those nightmares.”

With a roar he thrust forward, unapologetic and hard. I threw my head back and groaned. I’d adjusted to his size before, but I hadn’t let anyone or anything inside me since I’d last had Connor, not even my own fingers. I hadn’t wanted it. Now, sensation overwhelmed me, I was stretched to the point of pain.

“Fuck, Ember...I can’t… Gods, you feel so good. I need...to move…”

I gripped his behind and let my claws grow a little, digging them in. “Then move.”

And boy, did he. He swung his pelvis back and slammed forward. His eyes rolled shut.

“Look at me,” I growled, not wanting him to go back to his nightmares.

His eyes were feverish and bright, but the more I commanded him to go harder and faster, the darker they became until they were swallowed by his fae side.

“Don’t want...to...hurt ...you.”

I grinned wickedly. “You won’t hurt me.” I let Fire shine through my eyes. I stretched my arms above my head and pushed against the headboard, meeting each thrust of his hips with one of my own. “Now fuck me like you mean it.”

He did, he stopped only to lift my legs over his shoulders before he pounded into me, making me scream with the glorious pain and intense pleasure. Sweat rolled down us both, our bodies slamming together. My canines lowered. I could feel them digging in my lower lip.

Connor’s eyes darkened. “I...can’t…hold…back.”

“Good. Neither can I.” My body was coiled as tight as a spring.

My eyes widened as his own fangs grew and he snarled, his face wreathed in shadow, his eyes black. Fae. Connor was fae, too. They bonded just as shifters did—by blood. My whole body erupted in goosebumps. We could still claim each other. “Do it, Connor.”

“Fuck, Ember. Make me yours first.”

I placed my mouth against the strong column of his neck, feeling the blood rush beneath my lips. Then sank my teeth in. Hot and salty, his blood ran across my tongue. The moment I swallowed, heat rushed through me, but nothing could prepare me for the way our souls snapped together. Connor’s whole body spasmed and he roared, filling me with warmth over and over, until he was shuddering uncontrollably. There was a sharp sting in my neck, offset by the pleasure as he continued to work me. I shivered, pleasure assaulting my body and soul. Prime and Mea howled and Fire roared through my veins as he took long drags on my vein. An orgasm ripped through me, tearing through my body with each swallow he took.

Prime snarled and released Mea. They had mated too. I could feel their bond, just as surely as I could feel mine with Connor slip into place. Prime howled, his call echoing inside my head. Mea called back, but I couldn’t concentrate on what was happening with them. My senses were consumed by Connor, by the blood roaring in my ears, by the pull on my chest towards him, by his body heat, his scent...everything about him consumed me.

My senses didn’t return to me until Connor released my neck. We both panted hard, and I could feel him shaking as he held some of his weight off me. Blood dripped from the puncture wounds on his neck. Sluggishly, I tried to lift my heavy head to lap at them and stop the steady stream of blood.

“Shh, lay still let me heal you first.” His tongue was soft against my neck. The puncture wounds stung at first but soon settled as he lapped at them.

“Hmm, you can heal me like that?” I was struggling to keep my eyes open now. I had never bothered learning much about claimings, but Connor had told me only mates can heal each other.

“Yes, sweetheart, I can. And you can heal me.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, my chest tight. “But I thought only shifters can heal their mates. I took him from you.”

He held my face between both of his hands as he leaned on his elbows. “Ember? Look at me.”

I forced my eyes open—and gasped. Prime stared out at me from Connor’s eyes. “He’s back with me.”

“Oh, dearest gods. How?” I searched inside myself. Mea whined.I’m sorry.But she sent a wave of love my way.He is where he should be. We will join everytime you and your mate do. We are all one now.

Connor dropped his head to mine, blood still trickling down his neck and dripping onto me. I didn’t wait to hear his answer, I just lapped at the puncture wounds until they started to heal.

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