Chapter 7 Please, Kael—fuck me harder.
Elara's POV
"Silver?" He trembles, claws raking his back.
"No," I gasp, pulling closer. "Don't stop."
Restraint snaps like a brittle chain, his feral growl reverberating through my bones as he surges forward, all control fracturing in that single, desperate moment. His mouth claims mine with bruising intensity—lips crashing, tongue invading in a tangle of heat and dominance that steals my breath, tasting of blood and musk from where he'd bitten his lip earlier.
My hands clutch at his shoulders, nails digging into the hard muscle as I pull him closer, my body betraying me utterly—arching into him, hips grinding back against his thrusting hardness with a shameless need that shocks me to my core. Gods, what am I doing? This isn't just anchoring anymore; it's surrender, a craving that burns hotter than my magic, tension coiling tight in my belly like a storm about to unleash.
"Kael—yes," I moan into his mouth, the words muffled but fervent, my legs wrapping around his waist instinctively, urging him on even as a flicker of fear dances in my chest. The rut is fiercer tonight, his body a furnace against mine, every inch of him radiating raw power.
His hands roam possessively—one tangling in my hair to angle my head for deeper access, the other sliding down to grip my ass, lifting me effortlessly against him as he grinds harder, the friction through our clothes torturous and electric. "Don't hold back," I gasp when he breaks the kiss, my voice husky with desire I can no longer deny.
My core throbs, slickness soaking through my panties, nipples aching peaks against my shirt as his magic tendrils coil tighter, pinching and teasing until I'm whimpering.
"Elara—fuck, you don't know what you're asking," he rasps, eyes wild and golden, pupils blown wide with the beast's hunger. But his restraint is gone; with a snarl, he rips my shirt open in one swift motion, fabric tearing like paper under his claws, exposing my breasts to the cool air.
His mouth descends immediately—hot and demanding—latching onto one nipple, sucking hard, tongue swirling around the peak while his teeth graze just enough to send jolts of pleasure-pain straight to my clit. I cry out, back bowing off the bed, my hands fisting his hair as tension builds unbearably.
"So responsive," he growls against my skin, switching to the other breast, his free hand yanking at my pants, claws shredding the waistband until they're gone, leaving me bare and vulnerable beneath him.
His fingers replace the magic below—plunging into my wetness without warning, two thick digits curling deep to hit that spot that makes stars explode behind my eyes. "Wet for me already," he murmurs, voice rough with awe and possession, pumping slowly at first, then faster, his thumb circling my clit with insistent pressure.
Magic flares anew—dark tendrils slipping everywhere: one wrapping around my thigh to spread me wider, another teasing my entrance alongside his fingers, stretching me further in a burn that's exquisite agony. "Feel that? My darkness inside you, claiming what's mine." His words send shivers racing down my spine, my body betraying me with how eagerly I clench around him, hips bucking to meet his thrusts, tension coiling tighter like a spring wound to breaking.
"Kael—gods, please—more," I beg, shameless now, my magic surging back in golden waves that weave into his shadows, heightening every sensation until it's overwhelming, electric.
He groans, the sound vibrating against my breast, his hips bucking frantically against my thigh as the wave crests for him too—hot release spilling through his pants, soaking the fabric, but he doesn't stop, fingers driving me over the edge. I shatter with a scream, clenching around him in pulsing waves, vision blurring as pleasure rips through me like a golden explosion.
He collapses half on me, breath ragged, but the rut doesn't grant mercy—his cock hardens anew against my leg almost immediately, pulsing with unrelenting need. "Not enough," he snarls, flipping us in a blur of motion, pulling me atop him as his hands guide my hips down. "Ride me, Elara. Take what you crave." His claws scrape lightly down my back—pleasure-pain that makes me gasp—while I fumble with his pants, stripping them away to reveal him fully: thick, veined, and throbbing, pre-cum beading at the tip like an invitation.
I sink down slowly, inch by inch, the stretch burning deliciously, filling me so completely that I moan long and low, my walls fluttering around him.
He roars, hands gripping my ass hard, guiding my movements—slow grinds at first, building tension, then faster, our bodies slapping together in primal rhythm. "Fuck—your pussy's gripping me like a vice," he grits out, eyes locked on where we're joined, one hand slipping between us to tease my clit again.
Magic joins the frenzy—tendrils coiling around my breasts, pinching nipples in time with my bounces; another vibrating against my ass, pressing gently inside to double the fullness, making me writhe and sob with overload. "Tell me how it feels," he demands, voice strained, hips bucking up to meet me, driving deeper.
"Too good—Kael, you're so deep, stretching me—gods, I can't—" Tension snaps again, my orgasm crashing like thunder, clenching around his cock in spasms that milk him dry, his roar joining mine as he spills hot and deep inside, filling me until it drips down my thighs.
But the ocean of waves rolls on—quicker now, fiercer. He flips me beneath him mid-aftershock, pounding deep and hard, each thrust hitting my cervix with exquisite force, magic teasing my clit relentlessly until I'm coming again, screaming his name. "Mine," he growls between thrusts, lips crashing to mine in desperate kisses, teeth nipping my lip until I taste copper. "Say it—tell me you're mine."
"Yours—Kael, all yours," I gasp, nails raking his back, leaving red lines that heal almost instantly under our tangled magics. Tension builds anew with every word, my body betraying resistance—arching, grinding, craving the dominance even as exhaustion nips at the edges.
Hours bleed into a haze of ecstasy and agony: him losing bursts of control—taking me against the wall, my legs around his waist as he thrusts upward with savage power, tendrils lifting me for impossible angles that make me see stars; me on my knees during a frantic surge, mouth wrapped around his throbbing length, sucking greedily as his hands fist my hair, growling, "Swallow me, healer—take every drop like you need it"; slow, tense lulls between waves where he whispers praises against my skin—"So strong, Elara, my light, my everything"—his fingers tracing my curves, building anticipation until I beg, "Please, Kael—fuck me harder."