Page 98 of Heartsong
He only quickened his thrusts when he felt her fluttering around his cock, pulling him deeper. Frey’s claws sank into the bedding as his hips thrust. His mate’s sighs and moans filled his ears, and pressure drew taut at the small of his back.
Filling his mouth with her breast, he teased the nipple between teeth and tongue as he slammed one final time inside her before pulling out. An outraged noise ripped from her mouth, filling Frey’s soul with a male satisfaction, but soon she was gasping when he pressed his cockhead to her clitoris.
Head thrown back, his mate came, and the sight of her elegant neck arching had him following her over the peak. Frey fell and fell and fell, caught in her gale.
This release was gentler but no less powerful than the one before, and Frey emptied of all his worries and fears. He painted his mate’s belly and cunt with his spend, marking her with his very essence. He growled viciously to see it, spreading it across her skin even as she trembled with the aftershocks of release.
Oh, he would clean her up, take care of her like he promised, but for this moment, Frey devoured the sight of her, well-pleasured and covered in him.
Dwi adref.
Frey held her all night long, even dozing in the wee hours. The true sleep, laid out with his mate, fed his soul. So did waking up to her kisses.
Anna’s lips and hands were greedy and fumbling as she reached for him in the dimness of predawn, but every touch was perfection. He lay there, holding her loosely in his arms, more than content to receive every kiss, every caress she wished to bestow.
A long while passed in that happy haze, so long that Frey didn’t see how the light gathered in the room from the rising sun. When he next peeled an eye open to behold the room brighter than he’d ever seen it, hope, painful and new, pierced him surer than an arrowhead.
And with it, only a moment later, came the utter disappointment of feeling his limbs beginning to harden. Body already going stiff, he couldn’t be as careful as he wished with Anna when he moved quickly out from under her and into the corner.
He heard her wail of surprise and sad cry of, “Frey!” before the stone sleep took him.
His shattered hope reflected in Anna’s eyes, and he watched, able to see through his stone sleep, as she jumped up to hurry to him. Her hands searched him, as if she could find some part still alive and warm. But it was for naught, and Frey’s heart rent in two seeing her crumple with grief.
His mate began her day with tears, and Frey hated every one.
The day slipped past in a dim blur, meaning his Anna left the dwelling for most of it. Frey tried to spend his time away from her wisely, reaching across the distance to the collective minds of his kin.
So far away, their thoughts were distant, but they recognized his presence. He couldn’t quite speak with them, not like when he was in a room with them, but across the river of distance, he managed to communicatemate bond. He felt the shiver of their curiosity even across the distance, and he hoped somehow he would be able to reunite with them soon and perhaps learn something more.
He’d thought, driven as he was to have and claim a heartsong, that he’d known everything about their kind’s mate bond, but perhaps there was something he missed. Perhaps it could even lead to the end of this wretched stone sleep.
Because Frey needed the day. He needed all of his Anna, and she needed all of him. If theirs was to be a true bond, it couldn’t be done by halves.
He sensed Anna’s presence before the stone sleep even began receding, and Frey’s soul welcomed it as a balm to his restlessness. Pushing against the stone sleep, he urged his limbs into movement and his senses into wakefulness.
His eyes blinked open to see the last of the sun disappearing behind the trees. It was the first time he’d glimpsed the sun in centuries.
There wasn’t time for such marvels, though, not with his mate rushing into his arms.
“You’re awake!” she said, her voice breathy and relieved rather than happy.
His lips were too busy to form words, occupied by her questing mouth and tongue. Anna threw her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, climbing up his body as if she wanted to meld them together.
More than amenable, Frey filled his arms and hands with her, feeling the warmth of her through her stiff clothes.
“You went to work?” he asked between frantic kisses.
“Yeah. Nothing weird today.”
“Good.”
He dropped her onto the bed, watching her bounce and gratified when amusement finally broke through the concerned slant of her brows. Frey meant to take his time peeling her out of her layers, but Anna had no patience, unbuttoning and unzipping in moments what he meant to take all evening.
Staring on, he meant again to ask how she was, why her heart beat so quickly, and why there was a frantic edge to her touch. He might’ve, too, except he was always distracted by the sweet sight of his naked mate, and her large breasts and feminine curves were too much of a temptation.
And then she sat on the edge of the bed, put her hands on his hips, and sucked his cock into her mouth.
“Ffyc!” Frey roared.
