Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 188(@200wpm)___ 150(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 188(@200wpm)___ 150(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
Stephan roars, rising up over me.
I claw down his arms in a silent plea for more. For it never to end.
He yanks my legs up over his hip, his cock sliding through my folds. Even that feels like heaven, has me on the verge of splintering apart again.
"Stephan, Stephan," I chant, mindless with need. I reach for more Light, pouring it into him, trying to tangle us even more tightly together.
His lips come down on mine as he lines up at my entrance. "Mine," he growls, that single word a savage claim and an adoring promise. "Mine. My Valkyrie."
He thrusts forward, splitting me open at the seams and fitting himself into my soul.
I shatter with a scream, waves of intense pleasure ripping me apart. There is no pain. There is nothing but him, consuming me all the way down to my soul.
"Mine," he snarls against my lips, stripped down and raw, as desperate as I am. His tongue twines with mine in a searing kiss. "My mate."
He rocks on top of me, pumping his cock in and out of me so fiercely he steals my breath. And I beg for more, pleading in words and touches and with searing Light for everything he has.
He gives it without reservation, again and again. I lose track of time. Lose track of everything as he sends me hurtling from one orgasm into the next until I'm sobbing beneath him, so sensitive every thrust feels like it might topple me right over the edge into oblivion.
I don't go over alone. He falls with me. Once. Twice. Until I'm a mess of his cum and mine, of sweat and love bites, and still, he keeps going.
"Gods, princess," he groans, still pounding into me, his hand tangled in my hair. Sweat drips down his skin as he attacks my throat, nipping and biting. "You've got to release your Light before we fuck each other to death."
He's right. I know he is. So long as I keep holding onto it, we'll keep going until neither of us can move. But I don't want to release it. I want more of this—more of him nestled in my head, everything he feels spread bare for me.
"Release it, Kara," he growls, delivering a sharp bite to the shell of my ear. "I'll still be right here. I'll still belong to you in every way. I'm yours, Valkyrie. Ég fer þangað sem þú ferð."
I sob, shattering again. But this time when the Light blasts out of me, searing through him…I don't draw more. I simply let it go.
Stephan lights up like a supernova on top of me, his eyes glowing as he roars my name, driving into me again and again. His muscles lock tight as he follows me over the edge, shattered for me. Shattering with me.
And still I feel him, nestled in my soul as if every inch of it belongs to him now.
"Kara," he breathes, falling on top of me. Panting for breath. "My princess."
Yes, I am his. I think I was born to be his.
Please, Gods, please don't take him from me, I pray, sending the desperate thought out into the realms…hoping that someone, anyone hears me. And they heed me.
Chapter Seven
Stephan
The sun has barely chased the moon from the sky before we head out in search of Ing's packmates. Kara, Rissa, and Marion go with us, but we leave Tori and Abigail with Reaper, Adriel, and a half dozen guards. With Tori pregnant and the Forsaken desperate to get their hands on Abigail, they're safer surrounded by the warriors than they will be out here in the open.
No one says much as we head off, Ing walking ahead. The Fae and I make a tight ring around the Valkyrie, keeping them at the center. If we run across the varulv, they'll have to go through us to get to the Valkyrie.
I rather doubt that'll be a problem, though. As powerful as the Valkyrie are, the varulv are no real match for them. So why send them? Why waste the time?
As we troop into the heart of the forest, I step up beside Damrion.
He glances over at me, his golden eyes glowing. "Your mate seems happy this morning," he says, nodding at Kara, who is whispering back and forth with her sisters. They shoot us furtive glances every once in a while, making it clear what they discuss. Us, or me, rather. I don't mind. I like knowing her mind is on me. Mine is certainly on her.
I still feel her nestled in a little corner of my mind. The sensation is muted now that I'm not inside her and her Light isn't pouring over me, but she's there. What we did last night forged ropes of steel between us, tying our souls together permanently. Nothing will cut them now.