Page 176
Story: Ashes to Ashes
I can only whimper in response, my nails digging into his shoulders as he sets a rhythm designed to drive me insane. Eachstroke is deliberate, controlled, hitting that perfect spot inside me that makes stars explode behind my eyes.
“Please,” I sob, trying to urge him faster. “I need?—”
“I know what you need,” he growls, capturing my mouth in a kiss that tastes of possession and promise. “And I’m going to give it to you. But first, I want to feel you come apart. Slowly. Completely.”
His hand slides between us his thumb finding my clit. The dual sensation of him moving inside me and his fingers working that sensitive bundle of nerves makes me arch off the moss with a broken cry.
“That’s it,” he pants, maintaining that maddening pace while his thumb circles my clit. “Let me feel you clench around me when you come.”
The orgasm builds like wildfire, pressure coiling tighter and tighter until I shatter with a scream that echoes through the forest. My body clenches around him, and I feel him shudder with the effort of maintaining control.
“Fuck, the way you grip me when you come,” he groans, his rhythm faltering slightly. “So perfect.”
But he doesn’t stop. His mouth finds my throat, teeth scraping the sensitive skin while he continues those long, deep strokes that keep me balanced on the knife’s edge between pleasure and madness.
“Again,” he commands, his thumb never stopping its wicked circles. “I want to feel you come again.”
“I can’t,” I gasp, though my body is already building toward another peak. “Too much?—”
“You can,” he insists, lifting his head to meet my eyes. “You can take it. You can take everything I give you because you’re mine, and I know exactly what this beautiful body needs.”
When the second orgasm crashes over me, it’s even more intense than the first. My magic explodes outward in spirals ofblue-green light, thorns blooming across the moss around us as my power responds to the overwhelming pleasure.
“One more,” he pants, his control finally starting to crack. “Give me one more, and then I’ll fill you up. Mark you inside and out.”
His hand slides down to grip my hip, angling me so he can drive deeper. The new position makes me sob his name, pleasure so intense it borders on pain.
“Look at me,” he demands, his amber eyes blazing with possessive fire. “I want to see your face when you come apart for me one last time.”
This time when I shatter, he goes with me. His roar of completion mingles with my scream as he buries himself deep and pulses inside me, marking me as thoroughly as any claiming bite.
When we collapse together onto the soft moss afterward, bodies slick with sweat and magic, I feel completely claimed in the best possible way.
“Much better,” I murmur against his chest, tracing the magical marks that have appeared on his skin.
“The guardian oath,” he explains, voice soft with wonder. “It ensures my mate’s satisfaction above all else. Kind of hard-wired into the magic.”
“Convenient,” I laugh, pressing closer to his warmth.
“For you, maybe. Do you have any idea how many cold showers I’ve taken over the years, dreaming about this?”
I trace the new marks that have appeared on both our skin—not just my nail marks but actual magical symbols spiraling across his forearms. Where I scratched his shoulders, delicate thorn patterns pulse with soft light. My fingertips map each symbol, feeling magic humming beneath his skin.
“The transformation,” I murmur, touching the delicate tips of my ears that grew more pronounced during our joining. “It’s accelerating.”
“Because you’re accepting yourself,” he explains, pressing a kiss to my pointed ear. “Every moment of authentic choice breaks down more concealment. And this...” He gestures to our joined forms, the magical marks still glowing faintly on our skin. “Complete connection without suppression—the glamour can’t survive that level of truth.”
“Am I still changing?”
“Into who you’ve always been,” he confirms. “More yourself every day. Less of the buried version, more of the real one.”
I settle against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart. For the first time since the trials began, I feel centered. Grounded. Real.
“Th—I appreciate you,” I whisper against his skin.
“For what?”
“For letting me choose. For making it feel like worship instead of possession. For wanting me even after seeing every dark truth.”
Table of Contents
- Page 1
- Page 2
- Page 3
- Page 4
- Page 5
- Page 6
- Page 7
- Page 8
- Page 9
- Page 10
- Page 11
- Page 12
- Page 13
- Page 14
- Page 15
- Page 16
- Page 17
- Page 18
- Page 19
- Page 20
- Page 21
- Page 22
- Page 23
- Page 24
- Page 25
- Page 26
- Page 27
- Page 28
- Page 29
- Page 30
- Page 31
- Page 32
- Page 33
- Page 34
- Page 35
- Page 36
- Page 37
- Page 38
- Page 39
- Page 40
- Page 41
- Page 42
- Page 43
- Page 44
- Page 45
- Page 46
- Page 47
- Page 48
- Page 49
- Page 50
- Page 51
- Page 52
- Page 53
- Page 54
- Page 55
- Page 56
- Page 57
- Page 58
- Page 59
- Page 60
- Page 61
- Page 62
- Page 63
- Page 64
- Page 65
- Page 66
- Page 67
- Page 68
- Page 69
- Page 70
- Page 71
- Page 72
- Page 73
- Page 74
- Page 75
- Page 76
- Page 77
- Page 78
- Page 79
- Page 80
- Page 81
- Page 82
- Page 83
- Page 84
- Page 85
- Page 86
- Page 87
- Page 88
- Page 89
- Page 90
- Page 91
- Page 92
- Page 93
- Page 94
- Page 95
- Page 96
- Page 97
- Page 98
- Page 99
- Page 100
- Page 101
- Page 102
- Page 103
- Page 104
- Page 105
- Page 106
- Page 107
- Page 108
- Page 109
- Page 110
- Page 111
- Page 112
- Page 113
- Page 114
- Page 115
- Page 116
- Page 117
- Page 118
- Page 119
- Page 120
- Page 121
- Page 122
- Page 123
- Page 124
- Page 125
- Page 126
- Page 127
- Page 128
- Page 129
- Page 130
- Page 131
- Page 132
- Page 133
- Page 134
- Page 135
- Page 136
- Page 137
- Page 138
- Page 139
- Page 140
- Page 141
- Page 142
- Page 143
- Page 144
- Page 145
- Page 146
- Page 147
- Page 148
- Page 149
- Page 150
- Page 151
- Page 152
- Page 153
- Page 154
- Page 155
- Page 156
- Page 157
- Page 158
- Page 159
- Page 160
- Page 161
- Page 162
- Page 163
- Page 164
- Page 165
- Page 166
- Page 167
- Page 168
- Page 169
- Page 170
- Page 171
- Page 172
- Page 173
- Page 174
- Page 175
- Page 176 (Reading here)
- Page 177
- Page 178
- Page 179
- Page 180
- Page 181
- Page 182
- Page 183
- Page 184
- Page 185
- Page 186
- Page 187
- Page 188
- Page 189
- Page 190
- Page 191
- Page 192
- Page 193
- Page 194
- Page 195
- Page 196
- Page 197
- Page 198
- Page 199
- Page 200
- Page 201
- Page 202
- Page 203
- Page 204
- Page 205
- Page 206
- Page 207
- Page 208
- Page 209
- Page 210
- Page 211
- Page 212
- Page 213