Page 92 of Unbound By Shadows
“Oh, God!” she cried and dug her nails into his back. The sound made his vision blur red.
No! Stay in the moment!
He released her nipple and buried his head against the side of her neck, helplessly bucking against her. She met each one of his thrusts, and he could hear her panting breaths in his ear. He wondered if she was close. The thought of her coming around his cock, bathing him in her wetness, made him even more manic. He snarled against her.
He could feel her body tense. Her nails sunk into his back, while her other hand reached up to grip his uninjured horn as if she needed something to hold on to. The feel of her hot palm against his sensitive horn shot bolts of lust throughout his body.
Suddenly, her back arched, and she cried out, “Sam!” Then… he felt her release. Her inner walls clenched around his shaft. Rhythmic contractions followed, so intensely pleasurable that his eyes rolled back in his head.
His control shattered.
More.
As his mate writhed and moaned, he rose to his knees.
Deeper.
He gripped both her hips to lift her body up to his. Her head and upper back remained on the bed as he began to pound against her. Hard.
His claws dug into her flesh as he slammed into her, lost to anything but pleasure. But it wasn’t enough.
Closer.
He needed to get closer. Consume her. Brand himself on every inch of her body. There was still something he lacked; something left undone.
Claim her.
Dark shadows hovered around them but retreated when he snapped his teeth at them. His mate was moaning again. She had placed her hands over his and was meeting each of his brutal thrusts with an ecstatic expression. Vaguely, he wondered why he had ever been so worried about frightening her. A demon’s mate would naturally revel in his ferocity, just as he thrilled to her passion.
He felt his seed rise. The time was now. He had to say the incantation right as he climaxed, so that the magic would bind them. He had read the words often enough when he played among the scrolls held in the Hall of Demonic Canon as a child.
Using a language so old it was imprinted on his very essence, he spoke the ancient words.
As is the will of fate, I claim you as my mate.
His ejaculation shot into her like an eruption. Throwing back his head, he released a bellow that he was certain must have echoed throughout the whole of Aurelia. His back arched as he emptied himself into his mate’s precious body. Demon magic shimmered over them both like a silver mist. Her beautiful face looked dazed at the effect.
In a blinding rush, he felt a surge of sensations. Euphoria. Possessiveness. Gratitude.Connection.The feeling of finally being given water after a lifetime of thirst. Everything he had ever longed for, everything he had ever wanted was now his. It was as if their bodies were no longer separate, but joined as one.
Mine.
Forever.
When it was over, his body sagged. Gently, he lowered Selene’ships to the bed then collapsed over her. One of her arms snaked around his back, while the other stroked his hair. They were both breathing heavily, perfectly in sync.
He felt utterly replete. He had done it. The mating bond was in place. Now she would understand that they weren’t ever to be parted. She would remain at his side for eternity.
Dimly he was aware that his weight might be crushing her, so he rolled to his side, pulling her with him. He leaned back to study her face. Her hair was wild, and her cheeks were pink. A smile curved up the corners of her lips. Never had he seen her look more beautiful.
“Wow,” she said.
He kissed her temple and gathered her close. There was nothing to describe how he felt at that moment. It was a mixture of elation, triumph, relief, and deep satisfaction. The feeling spread all over his body but was concentrated most intensely in his chest. His heart. His love for her was so deep, so consuming that it ached in the best way.
The future held nothing but hope. All he had to do was kill Zaybris. Then everything he had ever wanted would be his.
Theirs.
Chapter 38
