And then, she let it spring forward, only to grind her sensitive flesh against his. She rolled her hips, inhaling the delicious friction that threatened to push her over right there and then. But she wanted him inside of her, and by the way his hand clamped onto her hip, fingers digging in as he guided her up and positioned his tip at her entrance, he wanted the same thing.
Slowly at first, she slid just the head in, moans tumbling from both their lips. Before, when she had sex, she had been somewhat self-conscious, but now? The way she sank herself down on him was downright animalistic. Inch by inch, she took him. Took him until he was fucking buried in her. She was so full she could barely breathe. Every nerve screamed for him.
She was already so close, but this just sent her soaring higher and higher. He thrust into her, in and out, in and out until she felt it getting fuller and fuller inside of her. Waves of pleasure crashed through her each time she felt it swelling with each thrust, the knot forming and growing until she was stretched so tight she saw stars. Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, the barbs hooked into her walls. She cried out from the sensation that flipped from pain to ecstasy in the space of a heartbeat. By the sound of it, Felix was close himself.
“Fuck, Avery, I’m going to?—”
Her gaze caught his, and goddess, the way he looked at her. It was enough. It shoved her over the edge, and she took him with her. Her walls clenched around his knot as his heat flooded inside of her, filling her with his sweet cum. It was like falling, like for a second, she was completely weightless, before another thrust of his cock had her coming apart in tatters. The noise she made wasn’t witch, human, or shifter. She crashed down, pleasure racking her body with no mercy.
Their breaths heaved together as his knot swelled, locking them together so completely she couldn’t have moved if she wanted to. She let herself collapse forward carefully, avoiding his shoulder, until her cheek rested against his chest.
In every way possible, they were tied together, bound by the threads of fate and woven together by choice. When she lifted her head to look at him, he was already watching her.
Her lips curved up. “You’re staring at me.”
His fingers brushed through her hair, finding a piece and tucking it behind her ear. “And I won’t ever stop.”
Forty
Felix
He hadn’t been lying.The sun rose above the hill and kissed Avery before he could, but he hadn’t taken his eyes off her in hours. It was like he couldn’t physically rip himself away from looking at her, that if she so much as blinked, she would be gone.
The dawn light crept across the floorboards, the sun coming out as if it were just for her, drenching the room in a golden hue. It stretched over the bed, climbing over her like it couldn’t get enough of her either. The scent of cinnamon and honey filled the room, andfuck,would he ever get used to it? He didn’t think so. He didn’t want to. Slowly, Avery opened her eyes, the blue oceans of them glistening in the morning light, catching on him almost immediately.God, she was so beautiful.
“You are still staring.” She smiled sleepily.
“I am a man of my word,” he said. “Why would I look away when my whole world is in front of me?”
And Felix meant every word. Before her, he had been hollow, moving through life like a lifeless husk. If he had a soul before, it was in the ashes, and somehow, she had set it aflame. Hismate.And now that he had found her, he would never let her go. Even the gods themselves should be terrified of the lengths he wouldgo to. No matter whether he was alive or dead, he would find her, protect her, and love her. Hefuckingloved her. Hisfuckingmate.
“Are you hungry?” he asked.
She nodded, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.
“Follow me,” he said.
Using his good shoulder, he hoisted her up from the bed and clothed her in a big shirt of his and some pants Eimi had lent her. He led her through the house to the dining hall. It was still the ass crack of dawn, but shifters moved in and out of the dining hall, all giving the little witch a wide berth. Her shoulders had crept up toward her ears, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her shirt, and Felix wanted to snarl at every shifter who made her feel unwelcome. But he didn’t. Yet.
The dining hall wasn’t dissimilar to the one in Caerwyn. It held rows of tables and benches, designed to seat over a hundred people. Vaulted ceilings supported the roof, but the chandeliers had long since been replaced by more modern designs, casting warm light over the room. They took a seat at the back, away from the majority of shifters. Who despite Felix being right next to her, they still stared. A growl rumbled from him, and that was all it took for them to whip their heads away.
A lazy smile pulled at his lips. Not even his den could ruin his good mood. “Don’t worry about them, they’ll warm up to you.”
“It’s fine, I can understand why they aren’t happy to have a witch in their den.”
Anyone who wasn’t happy after he was better would bemadeto be happy. But Felix didn’t tell her that. She washis. Anyone who had a problem with that would have a fucking smile carved into their face.
Felix pulled her against his side and tucked her into the crook of his chest. The wound pulled when he moved, an achingreminder that he wasn’t at full strength yet, but he’d suffer worse if she wasn’t close.
He inhaled deeply.God,her scent, it would drive him mad. He had half a mind to chuck her over his shoulder and ravage her all over again. But he had a surprise in store that he couldn’t ruin.
“Where do we get food from?” she asked.
The sound was audible in the quiet between them, and Felix bit back a smile.
“Today it will come to us.”
“How?” she said, head tilting.
