Page 144 of Clash of Storms
"Mine," he whispered, and three claps of thunder echoed through the air as the Goddess heard his pledge.
Then power washed over him as the mating bond flared to life. Sirius growled, thrusting deep within her body, and hearing her cry out in pleasure as the mating bond seared the pair of them. Distant fire stirred through the earth beneath them, but it was also gushing through his veins, hot lava threatening to erupt from his cock. Sirius grabbed Malin's thigh and thrust hard, surrendering to the clench of her body as he spilled within her.
On and on, an endless torrent of pleasure that wrung him dry. Sirius collapsed atop Malin, breathing hard.
Finally mine.
The world slowly began to intrude: the rise and fall of her breasts beneath him as she panted; the sweat down his spine turning clammy as his body cooled; her sense of wonder in his mind, as if he felt it himself.
When he managed to lift his head, Sirius could feel her still linked to him on an unbreakable tether. It was one thing to know Malin, and to take her body, but to feel her on such an intimate level was indescribable.
He laughed.
All these years and he'd never known true happiness until this moment. Never alone. Never again. He felt like he could move mountains with a thought. The earth shivered beneath his senses. The distant storm raged as it caught his sense of exuberance.
And Malin rolled her eyes.
"Onlyyouwould think himself invincible because he finally got the girl."
Sirius's laughter deepened into a growl, as he nuzzled her throat."Am I not allowed to feel somewhat smug? She led me a merry chase. For a long time, I thought I would never have her."
Malin lay panting beneath him, her fingers stroking his bare arms and a satisfied smile on her face. "You should never have doubted. My wicked prince.Thisis how our story ends."
"Indeed?" Sirius rested both forearms on either side of her head as he leaned down to kiss her gently. "I thought it was just the beginning."
Epilogue
Adrekling's work was never done.
Elin eased open the large door that guarded the royal families vault, and set her candles on the nearest table.
Opening the handkerchief that the queen's jewels had been wrapped in, she placed its weighted contents carefully on the table. The jewelry had been taken from the queen's body before they burned it, including the svartálfar's bracelet that had trapped the queen in mortal form.
Hopefully, the bitch would have broken enough of the Great Goddess's laws that Tiamat refused to grant her wings in the afterlife.
She didn't deserve to forever chase the sun on the horizon, with the rest of their brethren's spirits.
An extravagant gold choker was returned to its case. At least five emerald rings, bracelets dripping with gems, a girdle and even two toe rings. If the queen had fallen in the sea she would have drowned.Drekidid love their gold and jewels, after all.
The last thing left to put away was a simple gold chain with a heavy emerald pendant on the end of it, shaped like an eye. It was almost strange how small and mediocre it seemed, in contrast to the rest of the queen's jewelry. Hardly worthy of the queen's attention, let alone something to be worn into battle when one wanted to impress. Elin picked up the necklace and moved to set it on the red velvet case it belonged in.
The second she touched the emerald in the center, a chill ran down her spine, and the candles in the candelabra flickered as if a cool breeze had stirred under the door.
Elin turned.
"Hello? Is there anyone there?"
The vault remained silent. All the royal family's greatest jewels were kept here, and piles of golden kroner lay in abandoned heaps. It was far away from the rest of the court, and she'd barely seen a soul as she walked here.
Suddenly the shadows darkened, as if anything could be hiding there. Swallowing hard, Elin dumped the emerald necklace in the case.
'Touch me, child.'
She blinked. The shadows seemed to have shifted, as if she'd fallen asleep for a minute or two.
What was she doing?
Oh, yes, putting the queen's jewels away.
