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“I do like plans, especially when they work,” I said in an attempt to ease some of her anxiety. It failed, and I squeezed her hand. “What do you want to happen?”
It was as though she hadn’t truly thought about that, her brows furrowing and her eyes darting over my face as she finally did. “Honest answer?”
“Always.”
“I don’t know.” My chest caved, then she said, “All I know is that I want you, I want everyone, unharmed, so I guess that means I want us to marry and then leave.”
My throat tightened. “And you will come with me.”
“I agreed to, did I not?”
“You agreed to marry me,” I said, and immediately wanted to punch myself for it. “That was it.”
Opal just gazed at me as though she could see right through me for melting seconds, and I felt my hand grow clammy in hers. “We both know that will never be it.” Relief washed in, and she whispered, “You are really not yourself.”
I licked my lips, thinking we’d best end this conversation and go to sleep. Well, she would sleep, and I would pretend while listening to every sound in this foreign castle I’d once pla
My stupid mouth had other ideas when Opal shifted closer. “Talk, say what is wrong.”
I closed my eyes, counted to ten, then murmured, barely a sound, “You do not forgive me, and I ca
“Could we what?” she asked, so low, so sweet.
I rushed out, “When we return, could we try?”
Opal’s lashes fluttered, lips parting as understanding dawned. “You mean a real marriage.”
I nodded, my entire body numb with fear of rejection. Lie to me, I almost said. Just fucking lie to me.
My swan stared and stared, the heat of her, the heat inside me, unfurling and gathering. I couldn’t breathe, didn’t dare open my mouth to try for fear of sending her from this bed, from reach of me forevermore.
Wound so perilously tight, I didn’t see her intent, just felt my heart roar in my ears when she pushed me flat onto the bed and curled herself over me.
Her answer came in the form of hands in my hair, tugging it back. In the searing bliss of her tongue at my throat, then teeth sinking into my neck. Stars flashed throughout the room, the type that only we could see. A heat so encompassing that sweat broke out over the both of us as my blood broke through my skin and spread itself with greed over her awaiting tongue.
She’d sealed our fates, the stars plan for us, our bond—her tongue lapping at the punctures, gentle and drugging swipes.
There was no hesitancy in our movements. Clothing peeled and tore, collecting around our limbs and thrown across the bed to the floor as I rolled and stared down at her.
At my mate.
Fire shone in her eyes, a fire I knew she saw mirrored in my own, and then I captured her bloodstained mouth, her thighs rising, hands seeking. They roamed my back as my tongue tasted what she’d done. The vow she’d made that outweighed and mocked things such as engagements and weddings.
She’d pledged herself to me, mind, body, and soul, and there was no turning back.
Wild with the knowledge, with the taste of my essence on her lips, the synchronized pounding of our hearts, and the power thrumming through my veins in a way I’d never felt before, I sank inside her. She was ready, her need for me so strong I could scent it upon the stifling air.
Opal gasped, and I covered her mouth with my hand, my eyes falling into hers as I groaned softly and cursed. She nipped me, and I grunted, planted deep inside her and feeling her body shake with a devilish little laugh.
I gri
But my swan wasn’t done.
A flash of her eyes, and then I was pushed onto my back. I allowed it, still catching my breath, and then cursed when she squeezed my length and glossed her lips over my cheeks. “Smile,” she whispered, kissing one with a flick of her tongue, and I withheld a laugh that gave her what she wanted. Her hand squeezed again, a tiny growl leaving her as she licked… my dimple.
She then moved to the other, her tongue precise as it swiped and dipped and her hair tickling my overheated skin. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”
“You wanted to lick my…”
“Dimples, yes,” she supplied, then kissed a pathway down my chest.
I cursed, torn between wanting to devour her divine mouth and never wanting her to stop everything she was doing. “Stars, you fucking ruin me.”
She hummed. “That would only be fair.”
Her teeth scraped over my pec, fingertips tracing and scoring into every dip and ridge of my torso. I shivered from head to toe. More, I urged silently. Stroke me, torture me… a groan rumbled from me when those delicate fingers rubbed.
“I want to poison you,” she said to my abdominal muscles, and they clenched, the admission heated and soaking into my skin. “The way you’ve done me.”
My heart slammed, my words thick and throaty. “Poison me, sunshine, and don’t you dare think twice.”
Her eyes flicked up to mine, riddled with lust. A desire so potent, it matched what I could scent building like an inferno between her thighs. They flared, a luminous liquid bronze, and then she moved lower.
“Swan,” I warned when she reached my cock, but she had to already know I was covered in her release and mine.
Apparently, she didn’t care. Her lips wrapped around the head of my cock and sucked hard enough to make it and my eyes bulge.
Satisfaction curled her glistening lips as she watched me twitch, hard as steel in her tiny hand, but she didn’t stop. She sucked and bobbed her head, taking as much of me as she could into that sweet, hot mouth.
Just when I thought I might die if I held back any longer, her other hand slipped down the base of my cock to rub my testicles.
“Fuck,” I spewed, and lifted her from my genitals and over my stomach, my breathing embarrassingly ragged.
She pouted. “What?” Then she blinked and bit her lip, unsure. “Shit, did I hurt you?”
“If by hurt you mean sucking until I nearly exploded down your throat, then yes,” I said roughly, “you’re fucking killing me.”
“Oh.” She tried but couldn’t hide her smile.
I didn’t let her gloat for long, lifting her back until she felt me waiting beneath her. Her eyes hooded. Lashes cresting her cheeks and her bottom lip in her mouth, she straddled me and then eased me inside perfection.
The sight of her, that long golden hair curling over her breasts, her mound slick with our coupling, and me disappearing inside her sweat-misted body…
I sat up and gripped those glorious hips. Opal moaned with the new depth of me inside her and curled her legs around me.
My mouth at her chin, crawling along it, my hand in her hair, tilting her head back for my teeth and tongue to graze her neck, I rasped, “Move those hips.” She did, and we both hitched a breath. “Good little swan. How does it feel?” I dragged my lips over her throat, then nipped at her chin. “Having me so deep inside you.”
“Like I could burn and be thankful for it.”
I snarled low, not expecting such a frank, swift response—let alone one that would steal my next heartbeat.