Chapter 30 One hands slips lower...
Elara
"...But first, I need to taste you, mate. Remind us both of what we are," Kael finishes, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through the bond like a caress from the shadows themselves, sending sparks of golden light dancing along my skin where his fingers trace patterns of possession.
His golden eyes burn with that primal hunger, the rut's echoes stirring in their molten depths, but tempered now by the steady hum of our unbreakable connection—possessive yet tender, a raging storm leashed and channeled by my light, turning raw need into something deeper, more eternal.
I barely have time to draw breath before his mouth claims mine fully, the kiss deepening into something fierce and devouring, a clash of light and darkness that sets the office ablaze in our minds.
His tongue sweeps in, tangling with mine in a rhythm that mirrors the way our magics entwine during our most intimate moments—golden sparks flaring at the contact, illuminating the office in soft, ethereal glows that cast dancing patterns on the walls like a private light show, flickering shadows weaving through the gold like lovers in eternal dance.
His hands slide up my sides with deliberate slowness, bunching my cream blouse as shadows slither beneath the fabric, cool and velvety against my heated skin, teasing the underside of my breasts with pulsing vibrations that make my nipples harden instantly, peaking against the lace of my bra, aching for his mouth, his fangs, anything to ease the building torment.
"Gods, Kael," I gasp against his lips when he finally pulls back just enough to let me breathe, my fingers digging into his broad shoulders, feeling the hard, unyielding muscle beneath his tailored suit, the beast coiled just under the surface, ready to unleash.
The bond amplifies everything—the taste of him lingering on my tongue like dark wine laced with power and ozone, the scent of his musk filling my senses, intoxicating and primal, the way his hardness presses insistently against my belly, already thick and throbbing through his pants, the knot at the base hinting at its swell. "We should... the agenda... the gala prep can't wait forever," I manage, though my voice is breathy, laced with need, my body betraying me as my hips grind subtly against him.
He chuckles darkly, the sound sending delicious shivers straight to my core, his fangs grazing my lower lip just enough to draw a tiny bead of blood that he licks away possessively, savoring it with a low growl that vibrates through the bond, making my clit throb in response. "The agenda can wait, Elara. You can't—feel how wet you are already? Your slick coating your thighs, calling to me through the bond? It's humming like golden fire, begging for my shadows to quench it." One hand slips lower, hiking my dark pencil skirt up my thighs with rough urgency, the fabric bunching around my hips as his fingers find the damp lace of my panties, pressing against my folds firmly, rubbing slow, torturous circles over my clit through the thin barrier until I buck against him involuntarily, slick gathering fast and hot, dripping down my inner thighs.
"Yes—touch me deeper, Alpha, make me drip more for you," I plead, my voice breathy and needy, the whispers from earlier fueling the fire like kindling, turning the tower's simmering tension into this private, blazing inferno.
Shadows join his touch unbidden, one tendril coiling around my thigh like a lover's grip to hold it open wider, exposing me further, another slipping under the lace edge to vibrate directly against my swollen clit in tight, insistent pulses that make my knees buckle, forcing me to cling to him for support. "Your shadows... they're everywhere, teasing me like your fingers, vibrating just right, making me ache for you to fill me completely, stretch me until I break."
"That's right, mate—let them play. They're an extension of me, hungry for your light, craving the way your golden essence sparks when you come undone," he growls, his voice rough with restraint cracking at the edges, pushing my panties aside fully now with a flick of his fingers, the lace tearing slightly under the force.
Two thick fingers delve into my wetness without hesitation, thrusting slow and deep, curling expertly to hit that sensitive spot inside me that sends stars exploding behind my closed eyes, pleasure coiling tight in my belly like a spring ready to snap.
The wet sounds echo in the quiet office, obscene and intoxicating, mingling with my breathless moans as a shadow tendril joins his fingers inside me, stretching my walls further with its cool, pulsing thickness, thrusting in perfect rhythm to double the fullness, making me feel utterly claimed even before his cock is inside.
Another shadow uncoils from the corners of the desk behind us, wrapping around my wrists with gentle but unyielding firmness, lifting my arms above my head and pinning them against the wall, stretching my body taut for his inspection, my blouse falling open completely to reveal the lace bra beneath, my breasts heaving with each ragged breath, nipples straining visibly against the fabric.
"Look at you—pinned and dripping for me, your golden pussy clenching so greedily around my fingers and shadow, begging for more, for everything I can give," he rasps, his free hand shoving my bra up roughly to expose my breasts fully, the cool office air pebbling my skin further before his mouth descends to suck one nipple hard into the wet heat of his mouth, fangs grazing the sensitive peak just enough to sting deliciously while his tongue flicks relentlessly, swirling in circles that match the vibrations on my clit.