Page 113 of Faeling
Vallek was her ultimate prize and her greatest weakness. The softest part of her withered heart. Which was ridiculous given his bulk and strength, but the thought of anything happening to him, of bringing suffering to his door because of her…it was too much to bear.
And so she indulged, ignoring the little sparks of worry, denying them air to ignite.
She was selfish. Greedy. She took a mate’s due, and the more she did, the more pleased herazaibecame. Pleasing him was fast becoming her greatest goal, and that, too, was terrifying. For she knew, one day, that would come to an abrupt and painful end.
Of course, their lazy days came only after a full day of fucking. He hadn’t exaggerated his rut. She spent that first night with his cock inside her more often than not. Her cunt ached from overuse, but whenever he pulled away, it ached more for his return.
When she truly did need a moment to catch her breath, she delighted in using her magic and mouth on him. It was particularly fun to make him decide which he preferred; his lips mashed between his tusks, obviously not wanting to answer incorrectly and miss out on her magic or mouth again.
In a single journey of the sun, from setting to rising and setting again, she felt as though she made up for all her lost time and experience. He took her in all ways imaginable, and then many more she’d never thought of. Her hair and the bedding were hopelessly tangled by the time his rut finally released him.
He was infinitely gentle with her sore body, carrying her down to the baths as the bedding was stripped and changedand food brought in. He washed her sticky inner thighs with reverential strokes, nuzzling against her belly as he cleaned her up. Holding her in the water, they both relaxed in the warm baths, letting their muscles unwind.
A meal of finger foods followed, as well as a nap. He let her rest, never allowing her feet to touch the floor. If they wished to sit in the den, he carried her. If they wished to lay in the bed, he carried her there, too. The only place she refused his company was the garderobe, although he tried to carry her there more than once.
They hardly bothered with clothes, for what was the point. If it wasn’t being ripped away for better access during sex, it was being pushed down or out of the way to allow skin-to-skin contact. The more of it Ravenna had, the more she wanted. Even those handful of moments alone in the garderobe started to become unbearable.
The bond was taking hold. Formed over their weeks together, it was rapidly strengthening. Ravenna swore it was becoming tangible, a link between them that hooked round her heart and his. It pulled taut whenever they physically parted, urging them back together.
And so, there was little reason to spend any real time out of his arms. They playedtalfonwith her in his lap, the board balanced on hers. They washed each other in the baths, arms always intertwined. They slept in a tangle of limbs, pressed together from chest to toes.
They hardly saw anyone else—mostly Brynhíl in passing. It was a strange sort of fantasy, a dream they lived, just the two of them. For three days, it was only the two of them. Nothing of the world outside their quarters existed; everything that mattered was right there, in her arms. Mates,azai. Those three days wereperfect.
By the fourth, Ravenna was accustomed to the overwhelming sensation of her mate filling her to the brim. He pushed inside, his pace steady but merciless. Morning light backlit him in a white-gold glow, the wide cut of his shoulders an impressive silhouette.
She bit her lip, head and shoulders moving restlessly on the pillow as she watched him disappear inside her. Soon, her backside came to rest on his thighs, and she crossed her ankles at the small of his back.
He was so deep like this, as if he could reach inside her and carve out his own place. Pushing out all her troubles, leaving room for only him.
A moan of pleasure hummed in her throat at the delicious pressure. Even seeing how he spread her obscenely wide, it was almost incomprehensible how he managed to fit inside her. Yet, her body welcomed him more easily every time; he satisfied an ache he created, offering the relief only a mate could provide.
“Show me your pretty breasts,” he rumbled, hips beginning to move.
Plumping each in her hands, she cupped the undersides. They bounced against her palms as he began to move in earnest, and he didn’t have to prompt her to thumb and pinch her pouting nipples.
That earned her a purr of approval. “Just like that, show me.”
Pleasure cascaded through her in a surge of bright bursts, her body oversensitive already. The cool morning air along her skin, the soft give of the pillow under her head, the slide of the silky sheets at her back, every sensation combined with the pinch ofher fingers and the excruciating bliss of his cock filling her to overwhelm her in the best way. Every scent, every touch was heightened—it was like being drunk, but on him.
From his place knelt at the center of the bed, he levered her by the hips, pulling her down to meet his increasingly brutal thrusts. His pace quickened, every stroke leaving her begging for another—yet, she hadn’t the time to get the words out, for he was there again, pushing inside, hitting every nerve and sensitive spot inside her.
So deep, so full, it didn’t take her long to climb her peak. After days of this, she was primed to take him and his pleasure. Hers came quickly, as though at his command rather than hers. He could conjure it with just a few words and touches, his own kind of magic.
“Let me see you,skala. Come for me.”
She knew better than to deny him—or herself.
Her body clenched, gripping him tight as the pressure in her low belly unspooled. Throwing her head back on the pillow, Ravenna gasped, body rolling through an exquisite orgasm.
Some of their lovemaking was fierce, brutal. Other times, he was all gentleness and prolonged gratification. This climax bubbled and fizzed in her blood, a sweet indulgence that was as honeyed as it was rich. The pleasure sparkled more brilliantly than all the jewels she’d worn the other night, and as she felt herazaifill her with his own orgasm, she stared up at him in awe. He took up her sight, blocking out the light. Her world was only him.
When he’d wrung every bit of pleasure he could from her, he fell to his hands, claiming her mouth in a searing kiss. Purring, he eventually slumped to his side, taking her with him. With a hand behind her knee, he lifted her leg to rest over his hip,keeping him snuggly inside her.
Ravenna sighed happily. “Good morning, my king.”
“Good morning, sprite.” Smiling, he claimed another kiss. And another. Then another, and soon enough, they were kissing in earnest, her hands buried in his mane, his hands running up and down her back.
His cock had just begun to throb inside her again when a heavy knocking came at the door to their quarters.
