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Esme moans loudly and nods. “Yours,” she confirms. “I’m yours. I love you.”
The words settle in my chest with a warmth that threatens to both undo me and stitch me back together. I pull her down toward me, holding her firmly against my chest. “I love you too, Esme. I would take down the world for you if you asked me.”
She lifts her head from my chest to bear her eyes in mine. The absolute honesty in the depths of her emerald gaze leaves me speechless. “I don’t want the world. I just want you.”
I stroke her cheek and lean forward to gently brush her lips with mine. “You have me.” I flick my tail inside her, to the spot I know drives her insane, and press my cock against her clit. “Now come for me, little witch, so I can fuck you properly before I give you all of me.”
She throws her head back with a moan. “Yes, there.” I keep up my motions as she trembles in my arms. “Tei, I’m going to…”
“Let go, precious.”
And she does. Esme shatters in my arms, a mess of shaking muscles and blabbered moans. When I pull out my tail, she groans a protest, but I’m quick to replace it with my cock.
“Breathe through this, my love. It’s bigger this time.” I didn’t come first like I did last time I fucked her in my true form, so I’m actually hard. Esme’s expression pinches, but her body remains boneless in my arms. Once my head is notched inside her, I run both hands down her curves and settle them on her hips, falling back on the bed so my back hits the mattress, and letting gravity and my little witch do the rest. “Take me.”
And Esme, the beautiful gift she is, does as she’s told, gyrating her hips and pressing down inch by inch, slowly sealing us together. When she’s finally fully seated, sweat beading her forehead, she throws her head back with a low sigh.
I watch, enthralled, as Esme chases nothing but her own pleasure, throwing her hips around, grinding against my pubic bone, using me like a toy. She drives me to madness. “Does it feel good to know you command a creature like me?” I groan when she squeezes around me. “To know I’m so far gone for you, I’ll never find a way back?”
“Yes,” she admits without an ounce of shame, just how I like her. Her hand travels from my hip to my chest, where she digs in her fingernails, right where my heart lies. “But not because you are powerful, or royal, or any of that. Because you’re you, Tei. My home. My safety. My place to bleed freely.”
She bends at the waist, leaning down so she’s flattened on top of me. “Why would we need a way back, when we’re exactly where we’re meant to be?” Her lips crash against mine, and my hand flies to her hair, holding her mouth captive for longer.
“You’re everything I’ve always wanted,” she admits in the quietest of whispers.
“You’re everything I never knew I needed,” I reply.
It’s then that she throws her head back and orgasms. The way her pussy convulses around me is too much, and I follow her over the edge. I lift us both to a seated position, keeping her tight to my chest, as we ride the waves. When she comes down, I brush the sticky hair away from her face. “Are you ready for my mark now, Esmeralda?”
She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. When she opens them again, she nods. “I promise I’ll care and respect it as the most precious thing I own, Tei.”
I kiss the tip of her nose. “I wouldn’t expect any less from you, little witch.” I hook my fingers under her thighs and tip her over, driving her back into the mattress. Her copper hair splays around her like a halo of fire, and in the moonlight, she’s still the most beautiful creature I’ve ever laid eyes on. I need to remind myself to thank Marta for spending the night at her mother’s so we could do this in privacy. Finding the book, which has toppled to the ground in the heat of our lovemaking, I flip the pages until I find the one I’m looking for. The sigil for passing a mark onto another being is one I never imagined myself using, therefore one I don’t have memorized.
I could draw from memory the multitude of these marks on my own body, though — from my personal guard, my mentor, even my butler. All the people who swore their loyalty to me and me alone. My Mother always told me once I ascended to the throne, my body would be covered in them the way Razul’s is. I never imagined the opposite would be true — that someone would bear my own. I cannot imagine a creature more worthy than my precious gem.
“For this to work, I will need to carve a mark into your skin. So it will hurt. A lot.”
She clenches her teeth, but nods.
“You can bite down on the blanket if that helps you.”
“I’ll be fine. Does it matter where the mark goes?”
I shake my head. She grabs my wrist with both hands and brings my fingers to the very center of her chest, to her bra. With a flick of my claw, I shred the center of it, setting her breasts free. She presses my hand between them, against her wildly hammering heartbeat. “Put it here, then.”
“Usually, we put them somewhere that can be seen. So others know you have someone’s sworn loyalty at your disposal. More marks are a sign of power.”
Esme’s expression twists in a frown, but she keeps my hand firmly against her chest. “Of course they are,” she grumbles. “I don’t care about any of that. I want it where I already keep you — in my heart.”
I nod, pressing the tip of my claw against her golden skin. With the faintest pressure, a bead of blood blooms to the surface, and Esme winces, but stays perfectly still for me. “Ready?”
“Do it.”
As I begin drawing the intricately swirling shape on her breastbone, I whisper the words of the bond in my mother tongue. “En sijil hedi, Anhatk al-nafs lek. Me’akfek elayk, wamodyer elayk quwati.”
Esme’s fists clench around the blanket as my claw shreds her skin, leaving behind a trail of crimson, but she keeps impossibly still, holding her breath. I close the lines of the sigil, and bend down to lick the blood off.
It’s not like I don’t feel the mark work and the bond snap into place; I do. There’s an invisible thread between us now, one no force in this world or the next could sever. It’s just that I expected it to feel more different from before, and aside from the physical tug of it, of knowing she’s at the end of this line, it really doesn’t. She’s the center of everything. She’s at the forefront of every thought, the purpose of every action.
