Page 67 of Soul of the Chaos


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His eyes didn’t leave mine as he fed the rest of his cock into my body, stretching me to accommodate his girth. Only once he was fully seated inside of me did he break that eye contact, to look down at where we were joined, a delicious rumble in his chest.

He couldn’t look away and neither could I. It was perfect. We were perfect, joined like this.

“Silver, my love?” I rolled my hips against his, gently this time. Begging, not demanding. “Kiss me?”

“Always, kitten.” He leaned forward, taking his weight on his forearms, caging me with his body. A sigh left my body. Tension I had no idea I’d even been holding rushed out of me in a wave of euphoria. I’d never felt more safe, more protected, than with this shifter covering me, his cock sheathed inside my blazing heat. This was home. “Always.”

His lips caught mine in a hungry kiss as our bodies began to move together. Lips and teeth dueled as he thrust into me. Digging my heels into the bed, I rose to meet him, thrust for thrust. He wrapped an arm around my hips, angling me just right, so his cock hit that sacred spot deep inside me, over and over again. Pressure built until I was sure I would explode.

“Fuck, Silver. Mate,” I sobbed.

Incomprehensible words were torn from my throat as he licked a stripe down my neck and ended on a playful nip at my shoulder. The Chaos growled in my veins. I screamed and bucked into him harder as the world spiraled out of my control.

“Please.”

Silver grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers, nuzzling the same spot on my neck and shoulder where he had his own claiming mark.

“Soon, love. I promise we’ll be joined soon,” he whispered against my neck.

He slipped his other hand between us to pinch my clit and I was done. Ripped apart at the seams. My body spasmed and milked his cock as my mind flew over the edge of sensation. A tidal wave of magic hit me. Churned through my soul and tumbled me tits over ass so I had no idea which way was up or down.

The Chaos was demanding its due.

And throughout it all, my omega was there. Holding me steady. Giving me the oxygen to breathe.

Instinct took over and my mouth watered. I curled up around my mate and took the smooth skin of his shoulder and neck between my teeth.

“Bite hard, kitten,” Silver demanded, voice ragged. “As hard as you can. For me. Make it count.”

I did. I ground my pitiful human teeth down as hard as I fucking could, roaring in triumph inside my soul as they broke the surface. Iron and a taste which was uniquely Silver poured over my tongue. Coating my throat with my claim.

Silver was mine. My mate. And I would fuck up anybody who tried to take him from me.

He turned at the same time and bit down on the opposite side of my neck. Silver’s bite—a crimson pain to match the Blood Red Moon—flowed into me. His essence took over, sweeping my soul up in a beautiful dance which brought tears of happiness to my eyes.

The bond snapped into place, like a lighting strike which instantly became much more. Something indescribably perfect and permanent between us.

I pulled away from his throat as he continued to thrust into me. Silver roared his orgasm to the world before falling against me, our flesh drenched in a sweaty glow. His weight pinned me to the bed, reassuring me that all of this was real. That the magic of our bond was forever.

Slowly, his tongue snaked out to lap gently at the blood coming from my wound. I shivered at the burning sensation as the pain finally registered. Humans didn’t come with superduper healing powers. Thank fuck the mating magic could still take root. Because I wouldn’t have this any other way.

“Does it hurt?” he whined.

My mate’s soft question shook my insides. I could feel how much he wanted the answer and feared it at the same time. Again, the thought of my pain tugged the rug out from his usual swagger and revealed the vulnerable man inside. I wouldn’t lie to him. Not now, not ever. Silver needed and deserved my honesty.

“A little,” I admitted, grabbing a fistful of hair to stop him from moving away with a whimper. “But sometimes a little pain is only the beginning. Thank you, my love, for sharing yourself with me.”

He smiled then, sweet and soft and full of love. “The honor is all mine.”

Carefully, he turned us to the side, his cock softening and leaving my body.

“No idea how I got this lucky but I hope you know I’m going to keep you now, my mate,” he purred against my shoulder. “I’m a selfish bastard at heart.”

I hummed in contentment, the coppery taste of his blood a soft reminder on my tongue as my eyes drifted closed.

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