Braving the Elements(35)

Brain not registering logic anymore, his animal instincts of possession completely taking over, Stefan walked at her, eyes on who might be between her thighs. A certain untrustworthy asshole that was about to die between her thighs.
He bent down and ripped away her duvet, throwing it across the room. Her thighs were spread wide, her crotch covered by white, lacy panties, the middle wet. Her hands, braced to either side of her in surprise, had two glistening fingers.
His eyes met hers. He saw the heat and felt the pulse through the link. She’d been thinking of him.
A new awareness claimed him.
Mine.
He reached down to her, ripping away her panties in one yank. His clothes fell off a second later, so fast it was like he wasn’t wearing any. Not wasting any time, he settled between her thighs, pinning her to the mattress possessively.
Mine.
He claimed her lips, filling her mouth as she opened to him. She tasted of spices, like mulled wine, and smelled like the forest after a spring rain. He pushed himself into her body, hot and fast, digging in to the hilt. She moaned, opening to him, body and soul, offering herself up.
Raw, animalistic lust overcame him, his body pushing harder. He trapped her beneath him, dominating her completely. Deeper he strove, taking delight in her moans and pants.
It wasn’t enough. He wanted more. He wanted all of her.
Mate!
With a growl, he bit, teeth cutting through the soft skin of her throat just over the pulse. She sucked in a breath at the sharp pain, fingers digging into his back. With his first deep suck, she mewed, melting like hot wax. Power filled him like a current, magic blossoming deep in his chest in a way he’d never experienced. Her magic was so pure, like tapping directly into the source. His tattoos started to glow a burnished gold. With each swallow, it got lighter and lighter until they glowed a gold crusted white. She filled him.
His body slapped against hers, feeling the power well up, her legs around his hips, her arms hugging him close. He released more of that secretion into her, feeling it in the core of his being. Wanting the marking complete, forever.
“Take my blood.” His voice was deep and gruff, primal.
He snatched the dagger on the nightstand and made a small cut in the skin on his neck. Lowering back down, she took to him eagerly, her hips rising up to meet each of his thrusts. Her soft lips fastened on his skin, the first draw causing him to suck in a sweet breath of glory, her scent infusing the sensations. Their power swirled, mixing together and fusing their essence—one soul split into two bodies.
“Oh Stefan,” she sighed, blasting the link wide open. A love so deep, it consumed him and poured through. It spilled into all the dark and shut-up places; filling up all the haunts and sadness in his life; healing it with her. His chest burned and his limbs tingled, more magic pumping into his body than he’d ever experienced. A sweet elation took his breath away, her essence riding the wave like a surfer. She was imparting her own mark, one just as permanent, and just as driven by a place without thought.
“Harder, Stefan. Harder.”
The world disappearing, all he could focus on was her. Her beautiful face, eyes lit up in wonder. The feel of her body, smooth and delicate, spurring him deeper, taking him higher. Of her magic, pure and sweet, encasing them in a bubble of pure delight.
“Submit to me,” Stefan commanded softly, his voice gruff and primal. He stopped, not allowing her to move until she did.
A languid smile lit up her face. “Back to that again, are we? I remember you saying that in the alley the first time we were alone.” She paused for a minute, her husky voice hiding the nervousness. ”You first.”
It sounded as if she didn’t expect him to dive in with her. “Forever. You will want for nothing. I will make sure of it.”
“I’ve always been yours, Stefan; you know that.”
He closed his eyes in relief. “Yes.”
With renewed determination, he crashed into her, the pressure growing, taking over. Tighter and tighter it coiled, the sensations almost unbearable.
“Oh, Stefan…” Her fingers clutched at him and her body tensed.
Stefan licked at her neck, opening the quickly-healed cut, waiting for that right moment. A few more strokes into her tight body and he was ready, fissure lines working through his very fiber.
Her moaning got higher, almost there. Almost…
As she neared that edge, balancing on the cliff, he sucked in, the pull tugging deep in her body.
“Oh!” Her eyes fluttered and she shuddered, her insides squeezing Stefan so tight, he nearly blacked out.
He blasted his seed into her a second later, pushing her into the mattress, bellowing with the glory of the orgasm. Their combined magic blossomed and flowered, the whole room drenched in a feeling so intoxicating, it felt like they hovered, weightless, only knowing the feeling of each other’s body.