Chapter 37 Fill me forever.
Elara's POV
Lunch stolen: pinned to the desk, shadows holding my wrists as he feasts between my thighs. "Your scent all morning—dripping, mate." "Eat me hard, make me squirt on your tongue!" Quick fuck follows, knot locking brief, overflowing release.
The office door seals with a whisper of shadows as Kael locks it behind us, the wards humming stronger to block any intrusion, the air already thick with the promise of our stolen interlude. He doesn't waste a moment, his golden eyes darkening with that familiar hunger as he backs me against the polished mahogany desk, the surface cool against my palms through my power suit. "All morning, your scent has been driving me mad, Elara—golden and sweet, leaking through the bond, teasing my shadows during those meetings," he growls, his hands gripping my hips to lift me onto the desk's edge, skirt hiking up my thighs to expose the damp lace of my panties, already soaked from the morning's lingering ache and the subtle teases in the boardroom.
I gasp as shadows uncoil from the desk's corners, slithering up to wrap around my wrists with velvety firmness, pinning them above my head against the wall behind, stretching my body taut like an offering, my blouse straining against my heaving breasts. "Gods, Kael—yes, feast on me, taste how wet you've made me with just your presence, the bond amplifying every glance you sent my way," I plead breathlessly, legs parting wider as he drops to his knees before me, fangs glinting in the office light, his breath hot against my inner thighs as he nips the sensitive skin there, leaving faint marks that my golden light will heal later, but for now, they sting deliciously, heightening the anticipation.
"Your pussy is glistening, mate—dripping for your Alpha, begging to be devoured, slick from watching you command the room with our power," he rasps, pushing my panties aside with rough urgency, his tongue darting out to lap a long, slow stripe along my folds, savoring my arousal with a satisfied rumble that vibrates straight to my core, making my clit throb. Shadows join the assault, one tendril coiling around my thigh to hold it open wider, another slipping inside me to thrust shallowly, pulsing with vibrations that make my walls clench greedily around it, the dual sensation of his tongue and the shadow overwhelming. "Taste so sweet—come on my tongue hard, squirt for me while shadows stretch you, remind you who's inside eternally."
"Yes—eat me deeper, Kael, let your shadows fuck me while you suck my clit relentless, make me scream your name in this domain of yours," I moan, hips bucking against his mouth as he latches onto my clit with hungry sucks, tongue flicking in tight circles, fangs grazing just enough to draw pinpricks of pleasure-pain. The shadow inside thickens, curling against my g-spot with insistent pressure, another teasing my ass with slick probes, dipping in to double the fullness, the thin wall between amplifying every thrust until tears prick my eyes from the exquisite overload, my body arching off the desk. "More—vibrate harder inside both holes, pinch my nipples through my blouse, ruin me quick before the next meeting steals us!"
He obliges with a feral grin against my folds, shadows slithering up under my blouse to coil around my breasts, pinching and tugging my nipples rhythmically through the lace bra, drawing beads of milk that soak the fabric, the sensation sending jolts straight to my core. "Clench around my shadows, Elara—your golden pussy milking them like my cock, ass begging for deeper, come now, squirt on my face while I drink you dry, our bond flaring," he commands, tongue delving deep alongside the tendril, lapping greedily as the vibrations ramp up to a buzzing frenzy that shatters me.
The climax hits fast and fierce, ripping through me in shuddering waves, walls spasming around the shadows as I squirt hot arcs straight into his mouth, soaking his chin and the collar of his shirt, my cries echoing in the warded office as golden light bursts in sparks, weaving through the darkness to heighten his pleasure, the bond pulsing like a live wire between us. He swallows every drop with growls of satisfaction, prolonging the release by sucking my clit harder until I'm limp and trembling, shadows retreating gently to caress soothingly over my quivering skin.
But he's far from finished—rising swiftly, freeing his throbbing cock from his pants, the knot already hinting at its swell, veins pulsing with need. "Quick now—flip over, mate, bend for your Alpha so I can knot you deep and brief," he orders, turning me with strong hands to pin me face-down on the desk, skirt shoved up around my waist, panties torn away completely in a rip that echoes obscenely. Shadows hold my wrists again, stretching me out as he thrusts into my pussy from behind in one powerful motion, burying deep with a wet slap that fills the room. "Take my cock hard—clench that golden hole around me, milk my knot while shadows tease your clit, overflow with my seed."
"Yes—pound me, Kael, let your knot lock inside, fill me overflowing with hot cum, breed me fast before we return to the world's eyes," I beg, pushing back against each brutal thrust, the desk rattling under us, papers scattering like confetti as shadows buzz my clit relentlessly, another slipping into my ass for double penetration, syncing perfectly with his snaps, the fullness pushing me toward another edge. "Stretch both holes—vibrate harder, make me squirt around you again, our bond owning every sensation!"
"Gods—your pussy like a vise, ass full of my shadows, come with me, take every drop eternal, mate," he grunts, pace erratic as the knot pops inside with a wet lock, hot jets erupting to fill me brimming, overflowing down my thighs in warm, sticky rivulets, my release chaining with his, squirting around the intrusion as golden light flares brightly. We ride it brief, his knot deflating fast in our haste, shadows cleaning the mess with gentle wipes, restoring our clothes to pristine with magical efficiency as we catch our breaths, the office air heavy with our scents.
"Delicious distraction—now eat, mate, fuel for the afternoon's battles," he says with a wink, summoning lunch plates that materialize steaming via a discreet spell: his rare steak, bloody and aromatic, mine a fresh salad with grilled chicken and vinaigrette, the flavors grounding us amid the passion's afterglow. We eat at the conference table, blending bites with strategy talks—contingencies for rival incursions, my light as backup to his shadows—his foot brushing mine under the table, shadows teasing my ankle faintly, keeping the heat simmering low.