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I see my elderly parents among the familiar faces—the fur around their eyes graying with age—their supportive roars echoing, and my heart swells at the pride revealed in their dark gazes. I look at my mate, and I can see the wild heart within. It mirrors my own, a perfect match in its integrity and strength.“I love you, mate,”I say as I shift back to my human form.
Asha shifts in a swirl of sparkles, like glistening snowflakes.
I scoop her off her feet.
The clan shifts in a wave, and cheers, as bare as nature intended.
Asha smiles.
It destroys me and rebuilds me in an instant.There is nothing I wouldn’t do for this woman.I know it with a certainty that sets my very soul ablaze. I’ll maul the throats of a million witches and set fire to covens if she asks it of me, if that’s what it takes to restore Balance and see her Sisters freed.
As I carry Asha to our chambers, she kisses me deeply, one arm around my neck, the other holding my face as if it were a lifeline.
“I love you too, Erik.”
Lowering her down onto our bed of blankets, I hover over her.
She reaches up to kiss me again.
I pull away with a smile and trail kisses down her body. Starting at her beautiful pale neck, my lips pepper her with love before teasing her rosy nipples. They harden deliciously in mymouth as I swirl my tongue. I give them each a little nip, eliciting an adorable shriek from my mate.
Soon I reach her navel, then her glorious hips before I come to the nest of snow-white hair between her legs.
“What are you doing?” Asha asks, her voice bordering on apprehensive.
I meet her gaze. “I’m going to show you what a tongue is good for besides kissing, my mate.”
Asha’s stunning violet eyes widen with surprise.
I drop between her thighs with a devious smirk. Inhaling deeply, I salivate. Spreading her lips with my thumbs, I feel my cock twitch as my prize is revealed. Her scent is maddening, triggering my inner beast. I yearn to make her writhe and scream.And so, I will.Dragging my tongue up her delicious slit, I take her clit into my mouth and savor her taste.
Asha gasps, her fingers grasping at fistfuls of blanket. “Erik.”
Spurred on, I sup upon her like she’s my last meal, hungering for every last morsel of her. I suckle, hard and fast, then slow, lavishing her precious pearl with long, languid kisses. Asha’s back arches, and I can feel her erratic pulse in my mouth. Her milky arousal leaks down her thigh, and I lap it up eagerly, not willing to waste a single drop. Without missing a beat, I pull her closer, throwing her legs over my shoulders as I delve deep, burying my face in her sweet nectar like a bear seeking honey.
My mate’s breathing quickens, her moans dissolving into desperate panting, which soon becomes agonizingly delectable begging. “Erik. I can’t. Oh, Goddess! It’s—I can’t take it! Please.Don’t.Stop!”
I suck and nibble, capturing her clit between my teeth as she keens like a wild animal caught between frustration and ecstasy. Writhing beneath me, she thrusts her glorious nest closer, grinding her hips against the hot wetness of my mouth.
“Erik!”
I hear her desperate scream in my mind as her thighs tense, clenching around my head like a vise. Her body bucks, and I hold her tight as the waves of her release wash over her young form, assaulting her relentlessly like a traitorous enemy from within. Soon her muscles relax, and she trembles, quivering and breathless as I gently ease her down.
“I can’t think straight,” Asha whispers, reaching up to catch my lips with hers.
I indulgently share the taste of her nectar with her before snuggling up beside her. “And this is only the beginning, my queen,” I promise, nibbling at her delicate earlobe. “There is so much more to come.”
Chapter Eleven
Asha
I open my eyes to darkness. Not the shadowed kind of the cavern, where torches burn just down the corridor, offering sufficient ambiance for sleep, but not total blackness. This darkness is total—it has no beginning or end. It envelops me whole, dampening my awareness and throwing my sense of time and direction. I open my mouth to speak, to call out to Erik, but I find my mouth gagged. A moment later, horror fills me. I’m blindfolded and bound.
“Erik!”I scream out with my mind, hoping against hope he will hear me. My mind races.How? Why? When?But I already know the answer. Chaos witches are often blessed—or cursed—with the power of prophecy, of seeing future events before they happen … and I now know that burden is mine.My nightmare! It was prophetic.A chill of fear runs through my veins. Red-hot rage follows.
I’m back in the asylum.Locked away, deep beneath the earth, in the very same chamber in which they left Maeve to be forgotten. I wiggle my shoulders and try to move my feet. I have maybe an inch in all directions. I let my head recline as far as it can, then cautiously tilt my head forward. My heart stills.Goddess, be merciful!It’s the stone sarcophagus!
Erik won’t hear me here. They would make sure of that. The Five.I sigh and take a deep breath. I need to stay calm or I’ll run out of air sooner rather than later. Perhaps they learned from their mistake with the Chaos Queen? They clearly want me to die here. They won’t risk two fully realized Chaos witches blessed by the Goddess to use their craft and potentially break free.
