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“Come for me, Anaria. I want to hear you scream my fucking name.”
“I can’t…I fuckingshouldn’t…Oh gods, Raz…”
“That’s it, let go, let yourself go.” That wasmyfucking name on her lips as she clenched around me, her channel squeezingmycock so hard my eyes rolled back in my head, my balls tightened and I spilled my seed into her, some base and primal need driving me to give her every last fucking drop.
Fill her up with my essence.
I wanted her to smell like me.
I wanted everyone in this godsdamned realm to know who Anaria Centaria belonged to.Me.
I swore I’d give her the last, final pieces of myself, burying my face in her neck, pressing kisses to that slender column, pushing her sweaty hair out of her face so I could kiss her cheeks, her closed eyes.
I’d give this female everything and I didn’t care if that made me a fool.
I marveled at the way my heart burned like a star in my chest, and when she opened her heavy eyes, the burning crested into something more.
Something deeper than even love.
Something permanent and everlasting.
I nestled her beside me, curled my body around her and watched her sleep for hours, with the stars overhead and the trees keeping watch around us. Every soft breath, every little smile, every tiny, insignificant expression that flitted across her face became my world.
The moon was high in a cloudless sky when I woke Anaria and made love to her again. Slow and thoroughly, exploring what made her moan the loudest, what made her gasp. And this time, we tipped over the edge together, I held onto her as tightly as she held onto me, as we rose into the sky, crested the wave, then plummeted back down.
I never let her go.
* * *
“Zor told me something earlier today.”Anaria stirred in my arms, her eyes fluttering open as I traced the iron band on her arm. “The Fae King’s forces are heading our way, down the Northern Road. It seems your friend got her message to Solok.”
Anaria’s teeth sank into her bottom lip.
I hated myself, but this had to be said. “We have to figure out how the Reap…Emberis sending messages out of Blackcastle.”
I didn’t want this to end.Ever.
Not when Anaria was nestled against me, so soft and warm I thought I’d died and gone to the Great Beyond. But we’d been here far too long. No one gave two shites about me, but Anaria’s absence would be noted and reported back to the Shadow King.
“And if we do?” Her hand lay on my chest, so pale it looked like snow against my dark skin. “If we figure everything out, what happens to Ember then?”
I licked my lips, considered telling her I didn’t know, then decided that was the coward’s way out. “I spoke to a slave, who used to be the king’s astronomer. He knew a bit about Soul Reapers. According to him, there is a narrow window to separate them from their hosts and have the host survive.”
Her entire body tensed with excitement, and I pulled her closer, dreading my next words. “Only on the first day they are possessed by the Reaper, there is a chance, and even then, survival is rare.” I kissed the top of her head, her body going limp with defeat.
“I’m sorry. I wanted to give you better news.”
“You tried, and the meanseverythingto me.” Her fingers traced an old scar. “No one else would have done that.” I closed my eyes when she flattened her palm over my heart. “Only you, Raz.”
I’d do a fuck ton more for her before this was over.
Cutting this collar off my throat and disappearing into the mountains with Anaria by my side seemed like a viable plan right about now.
Let the kings battle until they were nothing but dust, walk away from the Oracle and Torin and…Zorander.
I swallowed. Zor’s life was the real price for my betrayal in the first uprising. Nobody knew the truth—not Anaria and especially not Zorander.
The collar was only a symbol of the Shadow King’s ownership.
