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I began thrusting with a slow, rhythmic pace as she eased around my cock. Her hands roamed my shoulders, back, and neck as I plunged into her, picking up my pace as we chased our release.
Her tight pussy flexed around me, and Clawdia let out gasping cries and mewling sighs as our movements became more hurried. I rested a hand on her pelvis, and lightly stroked circles around her clit with my thumb. With my other hand, I cupped her breast, which was bouncing to the rhythm of our bodies, and pinched the little pink bud.
It was enough to push her over the edge, and she cried out. Her pussy clenched down on my cock in the most mind-blowing way, and I had no choice but to follow her into oblivion.
As I relished in the feeling of her muscles quivering around me and the joint gasping of our breaths, I noticed our bodies shimmering and Clawdia’s wrist tattoo flashing brighter.
Our bond is fully cemented, consummated.
I moved sweaty golden strands of hair back around her ears and smiled. “I love you, Little Cat. Now and forever.”
“I love you, Zaide. Always.” I kissed her sweetly and then rolled off the bed.
I padded to the bathroom and returned with a wet towel. Clawdia was under the quilt, which I flipped open before gently wiping away our passion. I left the towel, now stained with her innocence, on the floor and got into bed beside her.
She snuggled into my side, nuzzling into my chest. “I didn’t know it would be so messy.”
I hummed thoughtfully. “Our mating reflects our relationship. Love is messy. But it is also a pleasure.”
I drifted to sleep in the knowledge that my soul pair and I were bonded, we were safe, and our future was bright. But the night was fleeting. And so is pleasure.
CHAPTER12
BAELEN
Igrunted as I swung my arm up to cover my eyes from the sun blaring through the windows into my childhood bedroom. Despite the comfortable bedding, I ached, my whole body throbbing with the exertion from using too much of my power.
Portaling home will have to wait until tomorrow. Unless I ask my fathers to create a portal. But I’d rather eat my own shoes than ask them for anything.
Combining the powers of my titan and akari heritages together was always painful. Akari could, in the old days, drink from a willing source and connect to their mind, which is how I was able to speak to Clawdia despite her being in the human realm. My titan gift allowed me power over blood. I could manipulate it. Stop its movement. Or even use it to control a body.
In the moment, it was natural, and the power was overwhelming, exhilarating. But the aftermath made me feel as though I’d been drowning my sorrows in endless cups of ambrosia. Sick, sore, and regretful.
I’ll need to make sure she and her males escaped tonight.
Which could mean I won’t fully recover enough to leave tomorrow either. I’d be stuck with my fathers another day.
But it might be worth it if she rewards me with her delectable blood.
Just thinking about it had me salivating and hard. Blood that tasted like sunlight was one thing, but everything about her drew me in. I felt under her control as she proved her bravery, allowing my bite. I wanted to save her and worship at her feet as she mewled and the scent of her arousal hit my nose.
It was a feeling unlike anything I’d ever felt.
So absorbed in my thoughts, I didn't realize I wasn’t alone until a voice spoke from somewhere nearby.
“You seem drained today, my boy.”
I sighed. My voice croaky when I spoke, “I am.”
“You had a busy evening. A fight, two portals, a dream walk, and who knows what else,” he continued, annoyingly cheerful.
I rolled my arm up from my eyes so it rested on my forehead and saw Hedri with his arms crossed, leaning against the large carved poster at the bottom of my bed. I glared, my eyes stinging from the brightness. “I don’t have the energy for you, Father. Why don’t you get on with what you want to say and leave me be?”
He took a tentative step forward, uncrossing his arms. His bronze eyes fixated onto the exposed skin of my arm, his expression sullen. “I used to be able to count every freckle on your body. I used to know your scars because I would bandage them. I don’t know those. I don’t know anything about them.”
I sighed, lifting my arm to stare at the red marks that littered my dark skin. They were from various rescue missions, weapons training, and fighting—all since Mother had left. My fathers had tossed me out without a worry for my safety, and I moved to Akar with Darshaw.
My arm flopped on the bed at my side, and I sat up, staring Hedri in the eyes. “You didn’t come here because you wanted to ask about my scars. What do you want?”
