Page 72 of These Eternal Bones
“My mate fled our bedchamber, clutched to the back of another being, as he helped her flee…me. Wears nothing but a slip, with your core bare to him…oh, and onlyafteryou formed a soul connection with him, giving him allowances to your mind even I do not possess.” The last words are a growl, and this isn’t what I am meant to be doing right now. I am meant to be warming her by the fire while I worship her flesh, covering his scent with my own while I pump her reddened achy core full of my cock.
The urge to growl bubbles in my throat, but I suck it back.
She at least has enough conscience to look sheepish. “I hadn’t known that was what he wanted my name for.”
I do growl then, the sound savage as my tendrils snag her while I make quick work of removing my pants, the only thing I’d left the castle in. She yelps, and instantly, I check their grip, ensuring I didn’t hurt her. I didn’t. My sweet, tricky mate just got everything she wanted. She forced my hand. Despite the consequences, the sand is now working double time to run through our proverbial hourglass, and I can’t find it in myself to be upset.
The right word would be grateful.
If I were being honest with myself.
Relieved and horrified at the same time.
Dread and anticipation.
Horror and awe.
“My strong little mate,” I coo at her, loving the way it heats her flesh to the most beautiful shade of pink. Around fifty years ago, I’d had flowers imported that I’d hoped would match the shade; they did before they withered. Nothing grows on these grounds. The soil is toosaturated with blood and suffering to give anything life. I fear that was the case long before we arrived.
My cock throbs painfully in the face of her rapt attention as my tendrils lift her, making her squirm and tug, but it’s all for show and I do enjoy watching. Her nipples are peaked, her skin flushed, and there’s a mouthwatering sheen to her inner thighs as my tendrils suspend her before me, forcing them apart so she can hide nothing of herself.
She’s watching me, chest heaving as I bind her arms above her head, weaving my tendrils over her smooth, freckled flesh. When I go to her, our faces level with one another, a proud smile bleeds onto my face at the sight of my bite on her neck. It won’t fade, but the soreness will. I drag my tendrils, infinite in their form, numbers, and shape, gently up her inner thighs, making her tense and whimper. “Elric…”
“Yes, my love?”
“I-I want you.”
Those words alone nearly undo my restraint, but this isn’t about me. This sweet torment will continue until she’s sobbing for it with an apology on her lips. This is every bit a reward and a punishment. “Have you any clue how terrified I was when I woke to find you gone?”
“What?” She gasps at the sudden turn in topic, my tendrils making languid passes along her heated flesh, brushing her nipples, featherlight. Stroking her core, once, twice, three times, only to move away before they get proper purchase.
“You have yet to apologize,” I offer, hiding a smirk on my lips. At least mostly.
Her eyes snap open. “You cannot be serious.”
“Oh, but I am deathly so. We are eleven supernaturals shorter here at the estate thanks to you slipping out in the night, bare and smelling of excitement and slick.”
Her face reddens, giving her binds a little tug. “Perhaps you haven’t received an apology because I am not, in the slightest bit, sorry.”
I tsk just a hairsbreadth away from the most stunning woman on earth and in the realms, but I don’t touch. Her blessedly warm flesh is like a beacon to my everlasting cold as I breathe in lilac and need. My tendrils worship her in my stead, driving her to squirm in front of me. The next time I speak, my lips are inches from hers. “See, we are at quite an impasse then, syringa. You ran from me, outside the border. You put yourself in unfathomable danger.”
“It was worth it.” She leans forward to touch her lips to mine, and it guts me to move away.
I level my eyes at her leaking, aching core as I back up. My tendril lined up, coating itself in her need before notching itself at her entrance. She whimpers, trying to bear down on it. A slight prick of pain adds to the sensation as my fangs prod my bottom lip. Sending more tendrils to snag her thighs, her waist, and just under her breasts, rendering her entirely trussed up, entirely immobile.
“P-please,” she whimpers and I’m back in front of her, inches away, but so far it feels like a chasm to my aching cock.
“You’re stunning, my love.”
“Then touch me.”
“Right here? Is this where you need me, Molly?” I ask as my tendril pushes into her with a rush, filling her as a guttural moan leaves her lips.
It goes still as she groans, trying to fuck herself down on it. She cannot.
“Elric!” she snaps, those claws coming out for a moment.
I palm the base of my cock, giving it a strangling squeeze as the tip weeps.
