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“No, it shouldn’t. Though it may be uncomfortable at first.” He pulled away, taking off the last of his clothing and taking my face in his hands. His daring smile made me pull him toward me, chasing kiss after kiss. I could feel his length pressing against me as we climbed backward into the bed and he lowered himself over me.
Dace sat up between my legs. His arms lifted my knees as he gently pushed them out and toward my chest, letting my ankles rest on his shoulders and spreading me out before him. He dropped one hand, slipping a couple of fingers into me with a hum. I inhaled loudly, pressing my eyes closed.
“I love how ready for me you are,” he said reverently. His hand slipped from me and I could feel his cock teasing at my entrance.
Everything inside me screamed to pull him to me, to let him submerge himself until he was buried deep inside me. I wanted to feel it. I wanted to revel in the pleasure.
“Please,” I whispered. “Please.”
“You’ll be the death of me Ryker Avery.” He slipped inside, filling me completely. Carefully, he rocked back and forth, taking his time. Pressure from his finger softly circled my clit as he moved. Tremors traveled down my legs as bliss grew with every grinding motion.
This was it. This was the feeling that so many Fae chased. This was the ecstasy that Nymphs let consume them when all rules had faded.
Everything inside of me peaked, pleasure built until I was seeing stars. The feeling stretched all the way down to my curling toes and up through my arching spine. Rushes of bliss burned through me over and over, leaving me trembling at its satisfying end. I couldn’t fight the moan that overcame me and Dace growled in response. He lowered my legs, bringing his chest down to mine, pumping and pushing into me as I came down from the spike of ecstasy. Hot breath fanned over my cheeks. His lips found my jaw, kissing along it till he came down to the curve of my neck.
“You’re mine now,” he said sternly. “I am yours.”
“Ye—” I wanted to agree but lost the word as he sunk his teeth into my neck, claiming me. Heat shot through me like an arrow flung from a bow, a delighted frenzy that walked the line of euphoria hit me in my core. Everything felt weightless, my limbs light like they could float. I cried out in ecstasy while my body shook with overwhelming waves of pleasure.
Dace wrapped his hand over my shoulders and under my neck, creating leverage as he thrust inside of me. The movements made me full, officially hitting someplace sensitive; there was the discomfort I expected.
I didn’t care. Not when I felt like I was glowing with joy.
I listened to Dace’s noises as I wrapped myself around him as he met me again and again. Any gentleness he’d had as we started gave way to a primal need that had to be filled. His hips ground against me, his panting finally turning to a bliss-filled cry. He slowed as he finished, kissing his way back to my mouth.
He tasted different now. There was an edge to his kisses that made them better than before too. Sweet like sugar, but still bitter like black coffee, I explored him now, finding him not the same king I’d known moments ago.
Everything I breathed smelled like him; it consumed me, and surrounded me like a blanket of comfort and protection. Inside his arms, I was finally safe.
I had been claimed.
And the world would know him as mine.
Chapter16
Dace
Asoft knock had sounded at the door well into the night. Hours had passed since the guards had left us in the safe room. Protocol demanded that they speak not of my location and avoid this room like the plague until the castle had been secured. It was a minimum of four hours of alone time before they could venture back to this room. Yet the guards didn’t come knocking until almost six hours later. That was never a good sign.
Only a few Fae fire lights were lit leaving the room cast in a soft glow. I had shrugged back into my suit and found my crown tangled up within the blankets and sheets. I smoothed back my hair as best I could, but I knew there were strays out of place.
Technically, we could have left this room hours ago, but I hadn’t the nerve to wake Ryker up. When I dressed, I picked her gown up off the floor and hung it over the back of a chair. The white sheets of the bed were draped over the nakedness of her perfect body. I sipped a glass of aged whiskey, watching Ryker breathe from one of the sitting chairs.
Ryker stirred. One hand slid over to where I had slept, patting the bed to find me. Her eyes opened as she sat up quickly, clinging to the sheet. Her curls had gotten frizzy in the night, pulling out of the sleek updo they had been forced into. I much preferred her this way.
“Good morning.” I smiled.
“You’re different,” she said, sleep still fuzzy in her voice as she rubbed her eyes.
“How so?”
Ryker tilted her head, her eyes scanning me in some sort of unspoken inventory of changes. It was the effects of the claiming mark. One placed with love, real love, not just lust, it could cause many different changes; I just couldn’t be certain which ones Ryker would be seeing.
“You’re more handsome, somehow. I didn’t know that was even possible.”
I swallowed, waiting to hear more. She scooted herself to the edge of the bed, her bare legs hung over the edge and the sheet rose to the top of her thighs.
“You, uh, smell stronger. I can smell you on me like heavy perfume.”
