Page 50 of My Blood Is Yours

His eyes hold mine as he finally thrusts the rest of the way forward, forcing my eager body to welcome his knot. With stolen breath, my climax crests, and in the same moment Sariel gives a soul-deep groan as his cock and knotpulse inside me as my pussy spasms, milking him.

“Fucking gods, Elowen…”

His gaze shifts to take in where we are joined. Where his cum is beginning to trickle out from around him as the last of my orgasm shudders through me, squeezing around his knot.

The adoration and gratitude in his expression is hard with emotion when his gaze lifts to mine.“This is all for me, princess?”

“All yours, my love.”

EPILOGUE

ELOWEN

“Look at your beautiful little horns.” My cheeks flush as I take in my heightened appearance. Sariel stands just behind me, admiring the little horns now protruding through my hair on either side of the crown of my head. They’re not even the length of my fingers. “Do you think they’ll grow?”

Sariel caresses one, drawing a shiver up my spine. “I’m not sure. I mean… It's possible. In Vassileo, I’d met a few mortals who’d made the shift, but I can’t recall them having horns. My guess would be that your shift is complete since you’re not experiencing any more symptoms.”

I heave a sigh, feeling a little insecure. Sariel’s horns are more than a foot long—curling, and lethal. He could easily impale someone with them should he so choose.

“But they’re so small,” I pout.

A dazzling grin splits Sariel’s face as he chuckles, bending to press a firm kiss to my temple. “Just like you, my precioussoulbound.”

I turn, swatting at his arm. “I amnotsmall. I’m nearly six feet tall.”

He arches a haughty brow, as if I’ve just proven his point. I roll my eyes, but before I can complain any further, Sarielsweeps me off my feet and tosses me over his shoulder with a firm smack to each of the rounded globes of my ass.

“Come, my parents are expecting us, and I’d like to see if my parents have made any headway with figuring out how to use themana siphon.”

Sariel’s motherbeams from ear to ear when she opens the door. Her eyes glisten with tears as she presses her fingers to her lips, taking in my new daemoness form. As a Sanguinati, she was already immortal, so she’s relatively human-looking—a tall, lithe, ethereal, breathtakingly beautiful one with hip-length silvery hair. She rushes forward with open arms and pulls me against her chest. “How are you feeling, darling?”

I can’t help but take in a big whiff of her sweet, soft, jasmine-y smell.

“Much better, thank you.”

When we pull away, she takes my hand, already knowing what she’ll find. My heart swells with affection for her as our watery gazes and grins meet once more, and something unspoken passes between us.

A powerful presence is the only thing that precedes the sight of Sariel’s father, boasting a soft smile and glittering eyes, approaching. The male, despite being a towering wall of muscle, moves with preternatural silence, as I’m coming to learn Sariel does as well. For all his intimidating qualities, the male is shockingly warm and tender-hearted, it seems. He’d shed more tears meeting me yesterday than even his wife. His voice is like the bass of a drum.

“I found a book on how to utilize themana siphon.”

“In your mind’s eye,visualize a vein running from the tip of your fingers running all the way up your arm and into the energy center in the middle of your chest. See it spinning in a clockwise direction and drawing upon the magic held in the mana siphon. Intuitively, you should feel when you’ve absorbed enough of the magic to do with it what you will, and then you can stifle the flow of drawing the magic into your body. You will then be able to direct the vision to appear in the scrying well here by channeling the energy gathered from the mana siphon by placing your fingers into the water and guiding the energy there.”

Sariel’s father, Charon, sets down theEncyclopedia of Magical Implements for the Minori Wielderand waits for me to gather themana siphonwhere it sits on a velvet cushion.

Grief tightens my chest as I near it. Even standing near it, it feels likeher.I can’t be certain if it’s due to my newfound magical proclivity, but after ten years of mourning her absence, suddenly standing next to something that so very obviously radiatesheris enough to have tears welling in my eyes. It makes me wonder how I ever went my entire life without having sensed her magic. The energy that was so uniquely her and something so much more than just any average human magic.

Sariel is a soothing presence at my side, while Evandriel, with Halyra on his hip and Kelestra tucked into his side, watches from beside Charon and Monette. It seems that the last few days have been transformative for them, though I can’t help but wonder just how much Kelestra knows about hersoulbound’srelationship with my mother.

With careful fingers, I lift the siphon, following Charon’s instructions. It feels like opening a floodgate as my mother’senergy pours into me in a rushing, whirling river of magic. It’s like I can suddenly feel not only every individual cell of my own body but those of everyone around me and beyond, connected one to the other by ephemeral veins of electricity and light. No longer am I bound to this world within the confines of my body—I am a floating, microcosmic speck united to an infinite whole. My closed eyes are wide open in this place that appears beyond, yet is so very clearlywithin.

God, what was I supposed to be doing? It hardly feels as though it matters now.

My body is a distant tether, tense with overwhelm, but as I settle into the sensation of justbeing, it begins to relax.

And then—that’s when it happens. All sense of self seems to disappear, and I onlyam.

Visions and voices from across every space and time begin to batter me, consume me, and fill me. I feel their joy, their anguish, their fear, their euphoria. Andoh god, it’s too much. It’s too much. I can’t even remember who or what I am—only that this feeling, this weight, this act of being is too much to bear.

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