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Bastien’s hands left mine to fit under my hips, angling me up so that each thrust landed against my swollen spot, giving me the friction I needed to push me over the edge. I screamed his name, and the sound echoed around the room and inside the chambers of my heart. Begged him for the release I so desperately wanted.
“That’s it, come for me,” he said. Eyes blind. Lips pulled tight. Just as lost as I was.
His command opened the gates of my pleasure, and another scream tore from my throat as I came, my fingers gripping the bedsheets and my back arching off the mattress.
As soon as I was done throbbing around him, Bastien pulled himself out and crawled toward me, his hard length gripped in his hand; he rubbed the tip over my lips, coaxing them open.
“I’m going to come down my wife’s pretty throat. Open up for me.”
Submitting to him, I took him into my mouth as far as I could, my tongue tasting the sweet flavor of my pleasure on him. Gently gripping the back of my head, he thrust inside my mouth, and a guttural groan of pleasure followed.
Warm, salty liquid filled my mouth, and I did my best to swallow it all down, taking him deep inside me.Letting him fill me in every way. Running my tongue over his tip as more leaked out. When I couldn’t swallow any more, cum dripped down my chin and coated my lips.
He pulled out of my mouth, and the look on his face was indescribable.
“My beautiful wife,” he said, his thumb skating over my cheek before holding my chin in his hand with so much tenderness. “Let’s get you home.”
Home.
The word settled deep in my chest.
He was my home now.
Chapter 47
Défendre
BASTIEN
I’d made Claire my wife.
My world.
Mine.
It was foolish to pursue this, to consummate our bond, but I couldn’t make myself regret it. The pull toward her so strong it was as if I was under a spell. Her spell. A spell I had no wish of breaking.
My grip on Lucien’s reins tightened as we continued to climb the treacherous path to the castle. Château Rose reminded me that I couldn’t get lost in her completely. I had to find a way to keep my wits about me. Fully succumbing to the pull of our mate bond wasn’t an option. No matter how much I wanted to.
I was the Duke of Roselyn. I commanded the largest army. And war was coming to the Unified Territories. I could feel it. Imogen had told me as much. I couldn’t ignore it anymore.
My arm snaked around Claire’s shoulders, flattening her protectively against my chest as we climbed the last of the snow-slick rocks that led up to the main gate. She’d fallenasleep some hours ago, and as loath as I was to wake her, I had to. The hour was late and I feared there would be little rest for us once we arrived at home.
I pressed my lips to her cheek, which seared hot against my cold flesh. She was warmer than she should be. Something told me the dark magick that had awakened in her was the cause.
After her transformation, I had more questions that needed answering about who she really was, but now wasn’t the time. I had to focus on the task at hand.
“Claire,” I whispered.
She stirred, eyes fluttering open. So big and brown and wide, they were easy to get lost in.
She glanced around. “How long was I asleep?”
I gave her a half smile. “Not long enough.”
“What are we going to tell them?” she asked.
She didn’t need to explain the question further. I knew what she meant. And as difficult as it would be, there was only one answer.
