Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 154368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 772(@200wpm)___ 617(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 772(@200wpm)___ 617(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
Korin groaned and madness clawed at his insides.
Sol breathed. “More.”
Groaning, Korin pulled back.
Slowly.
Just a few inches.
Then pushed forward again.
Sol moaned. “Oh!”
Korin froze mid-thrust, chest heaving, golden eyes searching hers through the haze of hot lust. “Still mine, queen?”
“Y-yes.”
“Tell me you want this?”
“Yes, king.” Her gaze blazed bright and he knew her beast was watching him too. “Harder. Don’t stop. Claim me.”
Sol blinked in shock. “T-that. . .wasn’t me. . .”
“Aww. That was your beast speaking. Wasn’t it, little queen?”
She blinked again.
“Mmmm.” That realization broke him, and his beast surged forward and Korin let it. His vision went full gold. The room dissolved into heat signatures—Sol blazing blueish-white beneath him, her heartbeat visible as a pulsing light in her chest. His human thoughts went quiet.
The beast took control of Korin, pulled back, and slammed forward.
Hard.
The bed hit the wall with a loud crack.
Sol cried out. “Oh!!!”
The beast did it again.
And again.
His hips moved on their own now.
Pulling out.
Slamming back in.
Fucking her the way he'd been dying to since the moment he'd seen her standing in that burning city.
Enough.
Gritting his teeth, Korin took back control and pressed his forehead against hers. Even now—beast raging, fire climbing, bed splintering—he needed her eyes.
Needed to see that she was still with him.
Still choosing this.
And then the pleasure became so overwhelming that he couldn't stop, even if she begged. Couldn't slow down. The beast inside him had taken over again, and all he could do was claim her.
Sol's hands flew to his back and her nails raked down his skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake.
The gold thread between them hummed. Every thrust vibrated through it—his pleasure racing to Sol, her pleasure racing back, doubling and redoubling until he couldn't tell whose sensation was whose. The thread was so thick now he could almost feel the weight of it in his chest.
This is what it's supposed to feel like. This is what we waited a century for. Does she even understand what is happening?
"Korin! Oh Gods!"
He slammed into her so hard the bed cracked. Wood splintered. The frame groaned.
And then Korin roared.
The sound tore from his throat.
Primal.
Unstoppable.
Fire exploded from his mouth.
It shot across the bed, across the room, hitting the silk sheets and the carved posts.
Flames erupted.
The bed caught fire.
The walls glowed orange.
But Sol didn't burn.
The fire hit her skin and made the dark brown flesh shimmer to gold and bronze. Like she was made of starlight and flame.
She was beautiful.
Korin fucked her harder.
The bed was breaking beneath them.
The room was burning.
But he didn't care.
He could feel her coolness rising. Ice spreading from her skin. Some of the flames glimmered and died as her frost met his fire.
“Oh, Korin!!”
“Oh, queen. Your pussy takes my cock just right!”
“Korin!”
“No, little one. Call me king or I’ll make this little pussy hurt.”
“King!”
“Yes.”
The bed kept burning.
The room kept burning.
And Korin kept fucking her.
"Only my cock and my brother’s. That’s it," he growled against her neck. "Ours to ruin. Ours to devour."
Sol moaned. Her pussy clenched around him.
Korin could feel Pyrran's absence like a missing limb. His brother should be here. Should be inside her too. Should be claiming her alongside him.
But Korin couldn't stop.
He'd apologize later.
Right now, all that mattered was Sol.
Her body.
Her heat.
Her pleasure.
"Cum for me again, little queen."
"Oh. Oh.”
“So perfect.” Korin’s hand slid between their bodies and found her clit. "Do you love this cock?"
“Yes.”
He rubbed her clit as he fucked her hard. “I’m going to give you this cock every day.”
“Oh!!” Sol's back arched.
Then Korin did something he'd never done before.
He lowered his mouth in the direction of where they were joined and blew fire directly onto her clit.
Sol screamed.
Yes.
He shifted the fire to a thin, controlled stream of blue-white flame directly onto her swollen clit. The heat licked over the sensitive bud, making it throb and darken under his gaze, glistening wetter, pulsing in frantic rhythm with his cock buried deep inside her. He could smell her arousal sharpening, hear the hitch in her breath turn into desperate little sobs.
“Korin!!” Her entire body convulsed. Her pussy clenched around his cock so hard Korin saw stars. Ice exploded from her skin in a blizzard of frost and power.
GODS!
And she came.
Shaking.
Spasming.
Her body completely undone.
The gold thread detonated.
Light ripped through the connection so hard Korin's vision whited out. He tasted frost on his tongue. Saw a flash of blue behind his eyes. For one blind second he was Sol—shaking, breaking open, terrified of how good it felt, absolutely in love—and the thread between them blazed so thick and bright it felt like a rope latched around both their spines, pulling them into each other, fusing them.
When his vision came back, the thread was glowing. Pulsing in time with their shared heartbeat.
And. . .it was no longer a thread at all. It was now a gold chain.
And because of that, Korin felt it all.