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For some reason, only the Otherworld knows why, my face burns with that admission. Never before have those three words held more truth when uttered.
“My heart… my life… they have always been yours.” I used to think feeling that about someone would make me weak—now I realize it’s the opposite.
He kisses me fiercely, crushing me to him. The movement is so sudden I stumble back a few steps, bumping into the wall. He moves with me, unwilling to allow space between us.
“I have longed to hear you say those words. I will cherish them until the Otherworld takes me,” he says, trailing kisses down the column of my throat, pausing on the newly healed skin where he fed earlier. “But you don’t need to do this… not after what I did to you.”
“Look at me,” I demand sharply.
He doesn’t move.
“Look at me, Alaric,” I say again.
Slowly, he raises his head.
“You are not responsible for what she compelled you to do.” My hand slides along his jaw to the back of his neck and pull him closer. “I want this because I cannot imagine a life without you. As long as you’re by my side, I don’t care what happens. I would want this even without her threats and plans. I want this… I want this because I love you, you fool of a vampire.”
His shoulders sag with relief. Alaric reaches for my hand then brings it to his lips, placing a kiss on my palm.
Then he drags a nail over that same spot, opening up a deep slice. It stings, but the sensation fades quickly. He repeats the process on his own hand and slides his fingers through mine. Lining up the cuts, he tightens his hold, letting our blood mingle.
It’s not long before I can feel something happening. A light tingle at our clasped hands spreads through my veins with each pulsing of our hearts.
My eyes slide shut as a shiver runs down my spine. There is an intimacy in the way the connection slips into place, creating something tethering us together that is so much stronger than the mark. Alaric’s power wends its way through my veins and around my heart, and I can sense him in a way I never thought possible.
Red power swallows Alaric’s eyes as he lowers his face to mine. With my back against the wall, there’s nowhere for me to go, but I don’t want to be anywhere else.
My heart pounds loud against my ribs, and behind it another soft drumming like a second heartbeat. An energy I instinctually know is his life, hums gently through me.
“I can feel you,” I say pressing my other hand to my chest.
Alaric leans in close until his mouth is only a hair’s breadth away.
The small distance is too much, and I lean forward, and press my lips to his. Alaric deepens the kiss, drawing a moan from me.
After a minute, he breaks away, releasing my hand. The skin is completely healed, no cut or scar remaining as proof of the oath.
“Is… is that it?” I ask, breathless from his kiss and the hum of sensations created by his proximity.
“Yes,” he says, voice gravelly. “We are bound.”
I start to ask how it works, when Alaric’s mouth crushes against to mine. My questions quickly fade away.
The sharp points of his fangs scrape my bottom lip as his tongue slips inside, tangling with mine. His hands trail over my ribs and stomach, continuing their path lower and lower. Grabbing the back of my thighs, Alaric lifts me up, pinning me to the wall with his hips. I wrap my legs around him and slide my hands up the hard planes of his chest and around his neck.
I can feel his desire for me, not just in his embrace but through the oath we made. It would be so easy to lose myself in him completely.
His hands slip over my body, bunching up the shirt that was once his, then pulling it over my head, he flings it away. With my feverish skin pressed to the cold stone, I gasp. A low chuckle rumbles from his chest.
I claw at his shirt, surprised when it shreds as easily as cobwebs beneath my fingers. Alaric raises me higher and adjusts our position. His fingers tease, inching closer to my entrance. I writhe against him, needing to feel him in me.
A dark smile forms on his lips and two fingers sink deep inside, eliciting a small, throaty noise. Then he slowly slides them in and out. He tilts his head to the side, watching my every reaction, every flush, taking in every gasp and moan.
He lifts me higher to shuck off his remaining clothing. Then slowly, he lowers me until the top of his cock presses against my core.
Alaric breaks our kiss. Endless blue eyes drink me in, as if he’s memorizing everything about this moment. He doesn’t look away as he lowers me down onto him, stretching and filling me inch by inch, with agonizing slowness.
I tangle one hand into his hair while my other glides over the scars on his chest and arms, to the corded muscles of his back, needing more, wanting more but utterly powerless as he takes his time.
