Page 39 of The Banshee and the Warlock

"Anything," I respond, though the word is barely audible.

He lifts up his free hand and lets purple magic the same colour as his eyes run over his fingers.

I bite my bottom lip even as the first of the magic jumps to my skin.

"Tell me when it's too much," he says.

I nod, but I'm not really able to focus on anything other than the release building within me. I'm not even sure what his magic is doing until I realise my release is building higher than it ever has before.

Which is why he wants me to tell him when it's too much. His fingers find the right spot, and between that and the magic, it feels like there's so much pressure inside me that I'm going to explode.

"Now," I moan.

I don't know what he does, but the release crashes through me. My whole body starts to shake and I cry out, far louder than I should given we're not anywhere particularly private. But right now, I don't care, the only thing I can think about is how good it feels for him to touch me.

I collapse my head against Cethin's shoulder, breathing heavily and trying to regain some composure so we can continue.

"Are you all right?" he asks.

"Mmhmm. More than all right," I respond dreamily. "I'd like more of that."

He chuckles. "I can give you more."

"Or you can give me you."

His eyes flare purple, and I realise that it's not just his protectiveness that brings it out, it's his desire too.

Thankfully, he doesn't even try to argue with me this time, and grabs the box of condoms, pulling one out and putting it on with surprising deftness.

I use the time to pull off my panties and position myself in the right place on the bench, anticipation building within me with every passing moment. This isn't how I envisaged our first time together, but that doesn't stop it from being perfect.

He steps close and captures my lips with his, kissing me deeply and only starting to build another release within me just from his touch. If this is what being mated feels like, I'm surprised more people aren't talking about it.

He guides his cock to my entrance and I moan against his mouth. We lose our concentration as he pushes into me. His cock fills me in a way I don't think I've ever experienced before, and every ridge and swirl only making the experience more intense.

I wrap my legs around him and pull him closer. I push my hands under his shirt and dig my nails into his back.

His pace quickens and I can feel myself responding. It's only going to take me a moment for another release to overtake me.

Something shifts deep within me and I can feel a deeper connection to him.

"I'm going to..." I can't even finish my sentence as a second release takes over me. My nails dig deeper into him as I shudder.

Everything disappears from my mind and I start to see purple stars behind my eyes, though I know it's only my imagination.

I'm dimly aware of Cethin joining me in a release of his own.

We lean into one another, neither of us saying a word, only breathing deeply, the connection between us undeniable. I don't need him to explain that it's the mating bond. He said there was no going back from this, and now I get why.

Though I'm not entirely sure why I'd want to go back from that. There's so much more that I want to do with him.

"Are you okay?" he asks, trailing his fingers over the bare skin of my back.

"Very okay." I lean my head against his shoulder, not doing anything to move away from him. "That was..."

"Intense?"

"Mmhmm." I touch his cheek and move his face so I can look into his eyes. "So, I'm now I'm your mate."