Chapter 33 Deeper—pound harder!
Elara's POV
"Yes—gods, Kael, you're wicked, teasing me here, making me drip under this gown amid rivals," I whisper back, my hand on his arm tightening as we move to the dance floor, the waltz beginning with swelling strings. His hands claim my waist firmly, pulling me flush against him as we spin gracefully, his hardness pressing against my belly through layers of fabric, the knot hinting at its swell. Shadows take advantage of the movement, slithering higher under the cascading silk to circle my clit in slow, vibrating pulses, another pinching my nipples faintly, building heat without release.
"Ache for me, Elara—let your pussy throb while we dance, shadows fucking you slow and invisible, your light sparking in restraint," he murmurs during a turn, his fangs grazing my earlobe just enough to sting deliciously, the bond humming louder, drawing envious stares from circling couples. "Imagine later—me knotting you on the balcony, shadows filling every hole while the city watches unknowing."
"Tease harder—vibrate against my clit faster, make my nipples hard under this dress, but don't let me come yet," I plead breathlessly, my hips pressing closer during a dip, grinding subtly against him, feeling his growl vibrate through our chests. The shadows comply, intensifying the vibrations to a torturous buzz, nipples peaking visibly against the silk if one looks closely, my slick gathering until I feel it trickle down my thigh, the scent of arousal faint but present for shifter noses, a bold declaration of our bond.
Thorne approaches later, during a lull by the bar, his Apex pack flanking like silent enforcers, eyes predatory and calculating over glasses of aged scotch. "Voss—bonded to a human? Bold, indeed. Weakens the bloodline, doesn't it? No pure shifter heirs from that frail union, just diluted magic, a soft underbelly for rivals like me to gut. How long before she crumbles under the weight, eh? Or do you keep her as a pretty pet, rut-fueled toy?"
Kael tenses, shadows coiling visibly at his feet like writhing serpents, the air thickening with ozone as his growl rumbles low, but I step forward, my hand on his arm channeling calm through the bond, my golden light flaring subtly in my palm to merge with his darkness, the pendant glowing as shadows extend to wrap Thorne's glass faintly, cracking it with a subtle snap that makes him jolt. "Strengthens it beyond your feeble imagination, Thorne. Our bond forges power you couldn't dream of—light taming shadow, unbreakable heirs born of true unity. Afraid? Test us, and watch my 'frail' magic burn through your pack like dawn scatters night. Or slink away, tail tucked."
The merged magic hums audibly now, the ballroom's wards responding with a resonant pulse that silences the orchestra briefly, guests gasping as a flare of golden-shadow light dances harmlessly overhead like a controlled aurora, Thorne's face ashen as he retreats with grumbled curses, his pack scattering. Whispers erupt: "Unassailable—their power hums like the tower itself. Voss has never been stronger."
Kael pulls me into an alcove moments later, shadows cloaking us in semi-privacy amid potted ferns, his mouth claiming mine in a fierce kiss, hands roaming my curves possessively. "Brilliant, mate—you command like a true Luna. Gods, you're dripping—let me feel." His fingers dip under the gown swiftly, thrusting two deep into my soaked pussy, curling hard as shadows join to vibrate my clit, a quick, punishing finger-fuck that has me biting his shoulder to muffle moans. "So wet from the teases—clench around my fingers, come quick and quiet while they mingle feet away."
"Yes—thrust deeper, vibrate harder, make me squirt on your hand here in the shadows," I gasp, grinding down as the climax builds fast, exploding in muffled waves, squirting against his palm as he swallows my cries, shadows absorbing the mess discreetly. "Gods—your turn later, I'll suck you under the table if we must."
"Restraint, love—but soon," he promises, withdrawing with a smirk, licking his fingers clean as we rejoin the fray, my glow brighter, his eyes darker with promise.
The gala peaks with solidified alliances—human delegates pledging neutral support after witnessing our display, minor packs bowing in deference, Thorne's retreat a clear victory. By midnight, as guests filter out with respectful nods, the tension coils tight within us, ready to snap.
The elevator ascent is a prelude—shadows pinning me to the wall as soon as doors close, vibrating against my clit through the gown while Kael's mouth devours my neck, nipping the bond mark. "Can't wait—tease me now, make me ache more," I beg, hands freeing his cock to stroke firmly, feeling the knot swell under my touch.
Penthouse door barely shut before explosion: gown shredded by shadows into silken tatters, my body exposed to the cool night air as he carries me to the balcony, city lights twinkling below like voyeurs. Bent over the railing first, his cock pounding my pussy relentlessly from behind, shadows sucking my clit and nipples with vibrating intensity, wind whipping my hair as I scream to the stars, "Deeper—pound harder, let your shadows fill my ass too, double fuck me while the world watches unknowing!"
Shadows comply, one thrusting deep into my ass in sync, the dual stretch burning exquisitely, another teasing my mouth to suck. "Feel it—cock owning your pussy, shadow breeding your ass, mouth filled, all mine under the sky," he grunts, thrusts brutal, knot swelling to lock in my pussy with hot jets overflowing, my squirt arcing over the balcony in release.