AllFreeNovel
Share Us
He bellowed as he bit down, twisted my hair as he dug his knot into my core. I came with a silent scream, the mark of his teeth on my shoulder and the squeeze of my cunt on his knot a perfect match. Itdidhurt, but that hurt was tied in harmony with the rush of relief and luxurious gust of release—a perfect balance made to ravage through us. I whimpered and surged through sensation, rocking into Conall, not caring about the pull of his teeth in my flesh or the dig of his knot lodged hard in my body. No, Ididcare. I reveled in them both.
Conall's tongue was hot, swiping against my torn skin and his merciless bite, his fingers refusing to stop their tirade on my clit, even as I whined and sagged. He snarled, dragging another wave through my blood and heart and lungs, leaning forward and lowering us both to the dubious cushion of tree roots and violets.
I trembled as he pet between my legs, rolling to his side, the endless pleading nudge of his knot dragging more soft cries from my lips. Slowly, as if it pained him to do so, Conall's jaw loosened and released my shoulder.
"See what you've done,mo chroí?" Conall murmured in my ear, licking my blood from the wound, a surprisingly soothing tingle following in the wake. He curled his body around mine, rocking his hips against my ass, an unsteady rhythm that promised me a reprieve before quickly changing its mind. "Wolves are ravenous, my darling. You have me where you wanted me. And I know I will take exactly whatIwant. Over and over again."
He shifted, and out of the corner of my drowsy, blinking eye, I saw him propped up, gazing down at me. I smiled and turned my head, and our expressions matched in the same perfect satisfaction that looped between our hearts. The bond.
"Whatwewant, mate," I said, my eyes watering as I reveled in Conall's riotous joy. He was digging through me, reassuring himself of the bond and of my own happiness.
He purred, ducking as I lifted my chin, our lips sliding together at last, sighs exhaled in the laving, sipping kiss. Our union flowed between our bodies, through the bond, a steady current that I gave into gratefully.
CHAPTER42
NIGHTMARE AND NÉKTAR
“You made me wait a very long time."
A brittle moan escaped my lips, my hands scuffing over my eyes as if they could rip the darkness away from my vision.
I am in the meadow with Conall, I told myself.
But I was here too. Dreaming once more in his reach. Conall and I had dragged one pleasure after another from each other until we were both too weak to move, the bite on my shoulder warm and soft and perfect. Its reassuring pulse of sweet pain was missing here in this cold dark. So was any tug of the new bond, an infinitely more terrible absence.
"I grew quite impatient. I have plans, you see."
I tried to open my lips, but dozens of points of pain pulled and bit into my flesh and I cried out behind the stitches.
Hywel will come, I promised myself. We had been so careful for so long.
"I'm sure you can imagine my frustration when it was the Wyrm who caught on my hook, rather than the great Welsh King of Dreams."
An eerie glow bloomed in front of me, a greenish shade of gray that seemed too muted to illuminate. A shape writhed and twisted inside of the light, and I shivered, shrinking back from the sight, before I noticed the slight dull sheen of scales and the thick plates of an underbelly.
Rolant.
The coiling mass turned, and a silver eye blinked at me, tinged around the edges with red.
"A lesser coup, I'll admit, but the beast will serve his purpose."
A shadow crossed over the vision of Rolant, and the light dimmed.
"Anyway, things worked out better than I might've planned." Birsha's chuckle was the edge of an icicle running down my back. "I imagined my revenge on that little bitch human well out of reach, only for hersphinxto walk right into my net."
I gasped and light flared anew, this time to my left. A hollow roar sounded, as if Amon's cry was hidden behind layers of glass, but his wings shimmered dully in the strange light, black chains pulled taut as he snarled and yanked in his trap. The light flickered away and then reappeared to the right of my vision.
I stilled at the shadow that built, two broad dark horns sprouting on either side of a large and beautiful bull's head.
"The minotaur too. Truth be told, divinity, I had not imagined being able to gather such a powerful set. Not with my recent…difficulties. I believe you've done me yet another favor."
I screamed Asterion's name behind my sewn lips, but unlike Amon, there was no sign of fight or life from my minotaur.
"All I need is to find a new witch," Birsha's voice mused, eerily close to my ear but without breath.
He isn't real. You're in the meadow,I assured myself, but I couldn't shake my belief in the horrors he presented me.
"I will make you a bargain," he hissed. "Leave these creatures to me. Wake, and lie to your lovers about what I showed you. If you do, I will abandon you. You will have peace at last, at least from me."
