Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 187(@200wpm)___ 150(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 187(@200wpm)___ 150(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
And God help me, I love it. No, I love him. Every fierce, beautiful inch of him. I would give up my life for this Fae, tear the world apart for him. In a few short days, he's become my field of gravity, a force I can't withstand. One I don't want to withstand.
I don't know exactly what I'm doing, but I want him to know…want him to feel what I do. So I reach deep, drawing my Light into me. I let it pour over him, giving him everything I have—everything I feel.
He roars as it sears into him, his body going rigid. But he isn't in pain. I know that much. I feel it. An answering Light blazes from him, slamming into me as he launches himself at me, flattening me on top of the bed.
He drives into me in one deep, powerful thrust, burying himself to the hilt. I cry out at the exquisite fullness, my inner walls clenching tight around his massive length.
He groans into my neck, his muscles quivering with the effort to hold himself still, to give me a moment to adjust. But I don't want gentle. I don't want careful. I want him wild and untamed, claiming me with the same ferocious passion burning through my veins.
I rock my hips against him, urging him on. "Take me, Malachi," I plead breathlessly. "Make me yours."
A guttural sound tears from his throat and then he's moving, pounding into me with deep, driving thrusts. He fucks me with wild abandon, his ironclad control shattering like glass.
I meet him thrust for thrust, digging my nails into his back as I lose myself to the breathtaking sensation of our bodies moving in sync. Pleasure builds and builds, coiling tighter and tighter in my core.
His Light still radiates through me, merging with my own until I can no longer tell where I end, and he begins. We are one entity, one soul, bound together for eternity.
He changes angle, hitting a spot deep inside me that has me seeing stars. I throw my head back with a sharp cry, my body trembling on the razor's edge of release.
"That's it, ljúfr. Come all over your Fae."
I sob his name as he strikes that same spot deep inside, grinding against it. My orgasm washes over me in a powerful flood, unmaking me from the inside out. I'm lost to the blissful sensations, floating in a sea of rapture.
"Marion!" he roars my name, his hips crashing against mine as he chases his own release. His thrusts grow erratic, his muscles tensing and quivering.
I feel his knot swelling at the base of his shaft, stretching me deliciously as it lodges deeper with each powerful surge of his hips. The pressure builds, pushing me higher…tipping me over the edge once more.
"Yes, Malachi!" I cry, my nails scoring down his back as he roars my name again.
His mouth comes down on mine, claiming mine in a scorching kiss as he spills into me, his seed warm as it splashes deep within my womb.
"Mine," he breathes against my lips, panting as he grinds his hips, working out every last drop. "You are mine, Valkyrie."
"Ja," I whisper, collapsing beneath him with tears in my eyes.
Even as his Light fades, I still feel him nestled into a corner of my soul as if he's taken up permanent residence there. And for the first time in my life, I don't question what I am. I know. I'm his. And this is where I belong. This is my home…right here with him.
Chapter Nine
Malachi
"How are we going to do this thing?" Dax growls, glaring daggers at the little glass jar situated in the center of the table. A tendril of Light hovers inside the glass, trapped and floating there—Rissa's father's soul.
My brothers and Stephan glance at each other, unease stamped into every line of their faces. Despite agreeing to let the Valkyrie try to open their portal, none of us are particularly thrilled about allowing them to take this risk.
Soul magic is dangerous. The Forsaken use it to corrupt and bend souls to their will, to burn them up for dark purposes and darker deeds. Our Valkyrie are protected by the Light…but even Light falters and fails.
How many times have we seen that happen over the millennia? Entire realms have been wiped out, their Light smothered—ours among them. The Fae have no home realm. Ours fell to the Dark long ago.
The Valkyrie cannot fall like Álfheimr.
"Well," Rissa says, her face scrunched up in a frown. "I'm not sure. Exactly."
Her mate's scowl deepens, lines of displeasure carving grooves around his mouth.
"I think the Forsaken used our blood and their magic," she continues as if she doesn't see the look on his face. "Maybe we need to do the same?"
She glances at her sisters. Unlike my brothers, they are calm and composed in the face of this storm, Valkyrie all the way to their core. Their foremothers would be proud. We spent millennia fighting at their side, saw their unthinkable bravery, and ferocious spirits. These four are just like them.