Chapter 129: Possession in Pain and Promises
Seraphine's POV
The kiss started soft. Tentative. Like he was afraid I'd break.
But the spring heat had other ideas.
Heat flooded through me. Every nerve ending on fire. I grabbed his shirt, pulled him closer, needing more than this careful exploration.
His lips parted against mine. Tongue sweeping across my lower lip.
Fuck that gentle shit.
I opened for him. Let him in. The kiss deepened, turned fierce. My fingers tangled in his ash-white hair, pulling him closer.
Gold bled into his black eyes. All four pupils dilating in that unnatural way that made heat pool low in my belly.
The bond exploded between us. Want. Need. Hunger.
"Mine." The word vibrated through the bond. "Only mine."
My right leg throbbed. Sharp. Insistent.
Didn't care.
The ache between my thighs was worse.
I wrapped my good arm around his neck. Arched into him.
"Kaelen...I need you."
He pulled back. Those gold-flecked black eyes burning. His ash-white hair fell across his forehead, disheveled.
"You're hurt." Voice rough. Strained.
"I don't care."
"Seraphine—"
"Please."
The word broke something in him. I felt it through the bond. His control shattering.
His hand slid along my side. Avoiding the bruises. The broken bones. Touch reverent like I was something precious.
When he reached my breast, I gasped.
His palm cupped me. Thumb brushing over the nipple through my bra.
Not enough.
I fumbled with the clasp. His hands steadied mine. Unhooked it. Slid the straps down.
Cool air hit my skin.
Then his mouth.
Holy fuck.
His lips closed around my nipple. Tongue swirling. Teeth grazing just enough to make me whimper.
I arched off the bed. Crying out.
Pain lanced through my leg.
Didn't matter.
The pleasure was stronger.
"More," I panted. "Please...more."
His hand traveled lower. Between my legs.
I was soaking. The spring heat had made me wet and ready.
His fingers pressed against the fabric.
I nearly came apart.
"Fuck." He groaned. "You're so wet."
"Your fault," I managed.
His fingers slipped beneath the elastic. Found me.
I keened. High and desperate.
He stroked. Gentle. Teasing. Building me higher with each pass.
But it wasn't enough.
I grabbed his shoulder. Dug my nails in.
"I won't break," I said fiercely. "Take me. Now."
His eyes flared. All four pupils expanding.
"Seraphine—"
"Now, Kaelen."
His control snapped.
He moved. Turned me onto my left side. Positioned himself behind me, his body a line of heat against my back.
One arm slid under my neck. The other wrapped around my waist.
Moonlight painted everything silver through the tall windows.
I felt him against me. Hard. Ready.
"Please," I whispered. "I can't wait anymore."
"Neither can I."
Then I felt it. Sharp points pressing against my skin. Right where my neck met my shoulder. The opposite side from the first mark.
"Mine," he growled. "Forever mine."
His fangs sank in.
I screamed.
Pain exploded. White-hot.
But beneath it—pleasure. Dark. Overwhelming.
The bond ignited.
Blood ran warm down my spine.
His tongue lapped at the wound.
Then he pushed inside me.
Slow. Agonizing.
Inch by inch.
My right leg throbbed. The broken bone shifting.
Didn't care.
The feeling of him filling me erased everything else.
"Don't stop," tears streamed down my face. "Please don't stop."
"Never," he bit out.
He sank deeper. Paused.
The spring heat made me hypersensitive.
Pain and pleasure twisted together.
"More," I begged. "Kaelen, please—"
He withdrew slightly. Thrust back in.
I cried out.
He set a rhythm. Deep. Controlled.
Hitting places inside me that made stars burst.
But it wasn't enough.
I reached back. Grabbed his hip.
"Harder," I panted. "I need more."
"You're hurt—"
"I don't care! Don't you dare stop!"
His control shattered completely.
His grip tightened on my waist.
He slammed into me. Hard. Deep. Relentless.
I screamed.
Pain lancing through my leg with every thrust.
But the pleasure was stronger.
The bed shook. Headboard hitting the wall.
He was everywhere. In me. Around me. Inside my head through the bond.
"Kaelen!" I sobbed. "I'm going to—"
The orgasm hit like a tidal wave.
I came apart. Shattering.
My body clenched around him. Pulsing.
Through the bond, I felt his release building.
"Seraphine." My name ripped from his throat.
He drove deep. Held.
Heat flooded me.
We shook together. Trembling. Gasping.
The bond blazed white-hot.
Then settled. Warm. Content.
Complete.
He turned me carefully. Face to face.
His ash-white hair was damp with sweat. Those black eyes with their four pupils watched me.
His fingers brushed the tears from my cheeks.
"Did I hurt you too much?"
I shook my head. "It hurt," I managed. "But it felt so good."
I pressed closer. Buried my face in his chest.
His heartbeat thundered against my ear.
Strong. Steady. Real.
This was more than spring heat.
More than the bond.
Something I wasn't ready to name yet.
But it was there.
My wolf stirred. Restless.
She wanted something.
Her turn.
I lifted my head. Met his eyes.
"My turn," the words came out low. Dangerous.
Green light bled into my vision.
His eyes widened. "Seraphine?"
I traced his throat. Found the spot I wanted.
Right where everyone would see.
"Mark me," he said. Voice rough. "Make me yours."
My fangs extended.
I struck.
He groaned. Body going taut.
His blood hit my tongue. Rich. Powerful.
Mine.
I licked the wound until it sealed.
Leaving clear marks.
Perfect.
I pulled back. Admired my work.
The bite stood out against his pale skin.
Undeniable.
My auburn hair fell across my shoulders as I leaned over him.
"This mark means you're mine," I said. Eyes glowing green. "Only mine."
My fingers traced the indentations. Possessive.
"If you ever go back to Vespera. Or any other female." My voice dropped. "I will rip out your throat myself. Understand?"
He stared at me. Something like awe in his expression.
Then he smiled. Real. Genuine.
"I'll never do it again," he cupped my face. "You're the only one I want."
He pulled me down. Kissed my forehead.
"The only one I'll ever want."