Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 132138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 661(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 661(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
I press in, needing to get deep.
“Softly.” My other half is right there. Shim is always there, but now he feels closer than ever, able to access the other side of my soul.
I lean back over, kissing her lips. “Let me in, a chumann.”
My darling. My sweetheart.
Her arms drift around my neck, her ankles locking around my waist. She relaxes. “You’re already inside me.”
I am. One firm push and I drive deep. Shim grimaces and then I feel it. Shim took her pain and shared it with me. The bastard. Flesh tore and swelled and stretched to accommodate my too-big cock, but Bron felt only pleasure, the pure joy of my cock sliding home.
She shakes slightly, her eyes drifting closed.
“Don’t. Look at me. Be with me.” I can’t stand the thought that she might think of anyone else.
Stark brown eyes hold me. “I’m always with you.”
Always.
“Don’t stop. Please, Lachlan.”
I pull out, every inch a deep drag on my cock. So good. She feels so good. Perfect. This is sex. This is making love. This is only possible with Bronwyn. I waited and my joy is boundless. The waiting was worth it because this is everything I hoped for.
Every muscle in my body feels alive. I forage back in, gaining ground. Pull out. Push in. An inch here. An inch there. Almost, and then I sigh and finally sink in to my balls.
Heat surrounds me.
Bronwyn groans. “Yes. It feels so good.”
She’s feeling my pleasure. I push it outward, instinct guiding me. “You feel so good. This is how I feel, love. This is what you make me feel.”
And I feel everything. Shim relents a bit, allowing her feelings to flow through the room. She’s stretched, the feeling not quite comfortable, but she loves it. She’s full where before she was so empty. She loves being surrounded by us, loves the fact that there’s no part of her we aren’t touching. She was so alone. I had Shim, but she was alone and she needed us. Those long years when we weren’t able to feel each other stretched out, a desert plain she was forced to cross.
Her hips move up, trying to keep me inside.
I thrust faster, losing myself in the rhythm. So new. Every feeling is new and fresh and better because it’s shared. I love the way she’s open, sharing her senses, her feelings. Her nipples throb against my chest. Her heart pounds in time to my own.
I feel it, the connection, deep and pure. She flows into me and I into her, mingling down to our souls. Never before did I feel so connected. Not even to my brother, who holds half my soul.
My spine shivers, Bron gasping as she feels it, too, and then I drop over the edge. I don’t think about anything but the pleasure that bubbles up and overflows. I come, thrusting deep and holding myself hard against her. Bron is with me the whole way, her body convulsing under mine, bucking up to take more and more of me.
I thrust until I have nothing left and then collapse on top of my bondmate, my bride, my love.
She is finally ours.
And she’s asleep.
Shim stares down at her, his hand tenderly stroking back her hair. “That did it. She can rest now. The potion burned itself out. She’s going to be all right. We can perform the full bond when we get back to Aoibhneas.”
I roll off her but with no intention of getting up from the bed. I might never leave it again. I cuddle her close, reveling in the heat and scent of our intimacy. My cock is already hard again, but Bron sighs and settles her head on my chest. Sleep. Our bride needs sleep. We won’t set foot out of this room until Bronwyn is well and ready to travel.
Roan will simply have to see things my way. The vampire won’t be far behind, but I’m done listening to him. The warrior king is ready to take his rightful place, and my first duty is to protect and care for my bondmate. “Let’s rest for a bit and then I’ll go speak to our sister. Roan should be here by then. We can make arrangements to safely take her back to our plane.”
“She’ll be happy to see her brothers.” Shim sighs, his arm going around her waist. “She will not be happy that they’re going into war.”
I shrug. It doesn’t matter. I have my Bron. A guilty feeling settles into my gut. This plane is Bronwyn’s home. She might not want to leave it so easily.
And this plane nearly burned her to death. It doesn’t matter. She promised to obey me, to submit to me, and I want her safe.
Shim settles in on the other side of Bronwyn, nuzzling her neck. “We don’t have to worry about it now. I just want to hold her.”