Asherah could not speak or think while he played sweet music on her body. He devoured her like he could not get enough of her, as if he were determined to keep her for more than right now. Something in her clicked, her heart shuddering. She could not dare to love a man like him. Skuld would never stop coming for her. Fating with him would bind his life to hers.
She had to stop, had to slow down. This could not be. This just could not.
He did not know what he was tying himself to.
“Wait. Wait,” she gasped.
“No,” he said. “Never.”
“We cannot.”
“We can, and we will.”
“But Skuld will destroy you.” She sighed, turning away.
Heath rose above her once more, his fingers sliding out of her. He gripped her chin and forced her to look at him. The fingers that had been deep inside her, still shining with her juices, disappeared into his mouth as he held her gaze. He stared at her, licking the tips of his fingers, and then used that same hand to position himself at her entrance.
“She can fucking try, Ash. You’re mine,” he said, slamming into her.
His cock was broad, so broad it bordered on painful. He stretched her as she had never been stretched before. Ash’s mouth went slack, and she was unable to make a sound as he pumped into her. Light—great, blazing silver—flared from her chest.
“Wha–” she began. Luminescent tendrils stretched from her to Heath’s chest, weaving tighter and tighter until it was one solid bar of brilliance.
We are beginning our Fate.
“Mine!” Moving faster, he kissed her once more, each thrust of his cock punctuated by a swipe of his tongue.
Lost in pleasure, Ash dragged her nails down his back, hard enough to draw blood. Her soul felt … complete. She had never known there was a piece missing, had never understood why no man could touch her heart. She had been waiting … waiting for him. Gripping him to her, Ash bucked her hips to meet his motions as he took her. She felt the pleasure spiraling through her body with each deep thrust. Ash could barely breathe. There was nothing nice or pretty about how they came together. This was a claiming, pure and simple, and she was lost under the onslaught. She could not hope to fight when her very soul cried out with happiness. She had found him.
Ash was on the edge of release. She fought for it, slamming her body against Heath over and over again. She bit. She clawed. She screamed. He roared in her ear, spoke words in languages she couldn’t hope to understand, fighting for the precipice with her. They battled, bodies soaked in sweat, muscles tight.
Her climax came like a shock, whipping through her until she was wound so tightly that each of Heath’s movements pushed her higher. It felt like flying into the sun, and he rode her through it. He lifted her from the ashes like the phoenix, only for her to plummet into the sun again. Ash lost count of how many times he took her—over and over again.
At one point, he pulled out and flipped her over. Rough hands pulled her to her hands and knees before he sank into her again. He covered her with his body, gripping her breasts with his big hands as he moved her body in counterpoint to his. His cock reached deeper, his heat overwhelmed her, and she was only able to follow him. By the time her body shot into another climax, Ash could barely move her limbs.
“Now, Ash. My Ash. Now!”
Heath slammed into her with everything he had. She held on for dear life as he came. Thrusting, he clutched her against him. Ash slipped to the bed, asleep before her head even hit the pillow.
“Dude, you had a wet dream! ‘Now, Ash. My Ash. Now!’”
Heath decided today probably was a very good day to kill Cynes, but he’d do that after he slept.
Chapter Eleven
How the hell Carlo had found himself stuck with babysitting duty once again, he would never guess. Isadora grinned up at him, and he swore she remembered the last time he was here.
Groaning, he was also sure she’d grown a few inches.
Wonderful.
“Car-car.”
Carlo lifted one brow. She’d obviously learned a new word, and he couldn’t help the melting of his heart to hear it.
He pointed to his chest. “Me?”
She nodded, her smile widening. Her pointed canines hung a bit below her the rest of her teeth, a sign her wolf wasn’t completely contained, and her pupils were large as well.
