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Bellamy’s eyes widen further with shock. “What is that? How are you getting bigger?”
“It’s my knot, love.” I laugh, a low, intoxicated sound rich with joy. “It’s an extra benefit of binding my soul to a hound. My body comes with a few dark perks.”
“Fucking hell. The stretch feels so good.”
“You’re the first and only person who will ever take it. This knot is meant for you.” I press my forehead against his, breathing in his desperate gasps as my shadow tendrils wrap tighter around his hips, holding him locked against my body, allowing me to thrust harder.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” I murmur against his lips, my voice thick with worship. “Look at how well you take me. Look at how beautifully you stretch for my cock. You’re so greedy for my dark magic, aren’t you? Let it fill you up completely.”
His whole body shivers, his fingers tightening around my horns as the pressure builds inside him.
“Take every drop of it, my sweet, perfect little human,” I whisper, holding his gaze as I push deeper, driving him right to the edge. “Give it all to me. Break apart and come for me just like that.”
A choked cry tears from his throat, his eyes rolling back as his climax ripples through him, tightening around my knot. A strangled growl rumbles out of me, and suddenly I’m coming too, my knot fully expanding and driving our joint pleasure higher.
The knot locks us together completely, sealing the dark, intoxicating link between a demon who is fated to a human. The soul bond explodes with a blinding golden light behind my eyelids.
Through the link, I feel everything he feels. The intense, overwhelming orgasm, the dizzying thrill of submitting, and the unbreakable promise of safety he feels wrapped in my arms. Then, he feels my side of the tether: the fierce, terrifying devotion, the obsession, the relief of knowing he stayed, and the realization that I would burn the entire fucking world before I ever let anyone else touch him again.
‘Oh, god. I love him,’ Bellamy pulses through the bond, the words never breaking past his lips as his climax doesn’t end. The words are ones that slip past his defenses, ones I probably shouldn’t have heard, but can’t unhear now that they are out there between us.
His body arches hard against mine as wave after wave of intense release tears through his muscles, cum painting his abs and chest. He clings to me, crying out my name into the quiet room as his hole tightens frantically around my knot.
Hearing those words and feeling the absolute truth of them echoing through our link shatters the last barrier around my heart. I fall apart, letting out a feral roar as my own release spills inside of him. Emotion so pure pours from my body, and deep into his trembling soul.
The sound of our ragged, heavy breathing, the only noise in the room.
I collapse over him, careful not to crush him with my weight. The shadows spill over the bed, forming a dark blanket around us as my magic keeps us safe in this vulnerable position. Over the next several minutes, I wrap my arms tightly around his waist while the knot slowly recedes.
Bellamy rests his head against my chest, his long wavy hair caressing my arm. His emerald eyes flutter shut as he traces soft circles over my ribs and around my nipple. The smeared red lipstick on his lips, like a sensual reminder of the night a dark angel submitted to his demon mate.
He hums softly.
I press a gentle kiss to his forehead, remembering the words that pulsed through our link. He didn’t say them out loud, not yet. “Sleep, sweet Bellamy. I have you,” I whisper into his hair, my voice thick with devotion.
“Thank you, Vesper,” he whispers, not entirely awake.
I pull him tighter against my chest, hoping he can hear the beat of my heart. “You are home now, little bird.”
Chapter seventeen
Bellamy
When I wake up, the first thing I notice is the steady happiness thrumming through the bond, followed by an overwhelming sense of safety. I’m completely buried in black, silky sheets of shadow tendrils wrapped tight over my body. The air in the room is crisp and cool. Beside me, Vesper is still fast asleep, his muscular blue legs tangled with mine while his chest rises and falls in deep, even breaths.
It’s a beautiful, wicked sight. A dangerous high demon now resting beside me.
At the foot of the bed, the shadowy form of the Devil Dog lies still like an obsidian hound, its ethereal fur radiating a low purr that hums straight into my soul. Thank goodness it wasn’t here when Vesper and I got it on. Even though I now consider the cryptid family, it doesn’t need to see his blue master fuck me into the sheets.
I giggle at my thoughts, lying still for a moment. My body aches in the most satisfying, intense way possible. My hips are deliciously sore, my muscles heavy with a lingering exhaustion, and my hole still feels tender from being completely filled by Vesper’s knot. The brand on the side of my neck pulses, perfectly synchronized with Vesper’s heartbeat.
My fingers linger on my swollen lips. The skin is soft, slightly puffy, and when I pull my hand away, faint traces of the crimson-red lipstick still stain my skin.
I carefully slip out from under Vesper’s arm, trying not to disturb him. The shadows gently part to let me pass, swirling softly around my ankles like cool silk. I grab the sheer robe from the floor, wrapping it around my shoulders before walking over to the adjoining bathroom.
The tall, gold-framed mirror mounted on the wall shows me a reflection I wasn’t expecting. The beautiful, wild man staring back at me isn’t the broken, terrified person who spilled blood all over the crossroads.
My long wavy brown hair is untamed and messy, tumbling over my shoulders in dark curls. My green eyes are clear, bright, and burning with an unshakeable confidence. It’s a look I didn’t realize I missed. The red lipstick smeared across my mouth and jawline looks like fresh crimson blood. The dark lace choker hugs my throat.
