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VEYLAN

T he firelight casts flickering shadows across the stone walls of my chambers. The smell of burning wood and faint traces of blood still linger in the air. The remnants of the ritual cling to my skin, to my soul.

But nothing is as consuming as the woman standing before me.

Sera.

My mate.

My equal.

The bond has settled between us like a living thing, humming in my veins, burning through my very bones. But this—this is not about the bond.

This is about us.

Her dark eyes meet mine, fierce, unwavering. There is no fear in her gaze. No hesitation.

She has never looked more powerful.

More mine.

And yet, she stands untouched.

Waiting.

Challenging.

For all the battles we have fought, for all the ways we have torn each other apart, this moment is the one that will break us open.

She tilts her chin, her lips curving in something that is not quite a smile.

“I can feel you,” she murmurs, voice dark, taunting. “The bond. Your hunger.”

I step toward her, slow, controlled. Predatory.

She does not move back.

Of course she doesn’t.

She never has.

“You think you can test me, little siren?” My voice is rough, scraping against the silence. “You think I won’t take what’s mine?”

She exhales, a sound that is almost a laugh.

Almost.

“I think,” she whispers, closing the distance between us, her breath warm against my throat, “you have spent so long trying to control yourself around me that you’ve forgotten how to let go.”

She is playing with fire. And she knows it.

But she does not run.

She never does.

I let my fingers trace along her jaw, tilting her face up to mine. The bond between us throbs, desperate, impatient, but I will not let magic dictate this moment.

Not tonight.

Tonight, it will be her.

Me.

Nothing else.

The second my lips touch hers, she devours me.

There is no softness in the way she kisses me. No hesitation.

Only fury.

Only need.

Her fingers curl into my hair, pulling, demanding, matching the fire I have always known burns inside her.

And I let her.

I let her take.

I let her consume.

This—this—is what I have always wanted.

Not submission.

Not surrender.

But this. All of her.

Her nails rake down my spine, dragging fire in their wake. My breath stutters, my control slipping beneath the feel of her mouth, her body, the raw want between us.

I back her against the stone wall, caging her in.

But it is not a cage.

She does not yield. She meets me head-on.

She bites my lip, smirking against my mouth when she tastes blood.

“You like this,” she taunts, her voice breathless, wild.

I growl, pressing her harder against the cold stone, my hand wrapped around her throat.

Not to control.

To feel.

To claim.

Gods, she moans as if she was made for this.

For me.

I lift her effortlessly, her body light as a feather in my arms, and carry her through the shadowed chambers.

The air is overflowing with anticipation, the dim light casting flickering patterns on her skin as I lay her down against the heavy furs of my bed. Her hair spills across the fabric like ink, a stark contrast to the pale expanse of her throat, her chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths.

She’s watching me. Always gazing at me as if she can see through my soul.

Her gaze is a fire I can’t escape, and I kneel between her parted thighs, my hands sliding up the curve of her hips, the dip of her waist, the delicate cage of her ribs.

I memorize her like a map, every inch of her a territory I’ve claimed and yet still yearn to conquer.

“Please say it,” I growl, my voice rough, desperate, begging. In between her legs, I’m no ruler.

I’m not the feared Dreadlord. I’m a man begging for my queen to own me. For my queen to take all of me.

Her lips part, a shaky exhale escaping, but her eyes never leave mine. They burn with defiance, with desire, with something darker.

“You’re mine and I’m yours,” she whispers, the words trembling but sure.

And then she moves.

In one fluid motion, she grabs me, her strength surprising, and flips me onto my back. The world tilts, and suddenly she’s above me, straddling me, her pussy hovering just above my cock, teasing, taunting.

My breath shatters, my hands instinctively gripping her thighs as she smirks down at me, her fingers pressing into my chest like she owns me.

“You are mine,” she murmurs, her voice low, possessive, and it’s not a question—it’s a command. “I can use you all I want, Dreadlord. Under my body. Under my pussy. You’re going to get hard only for me.”

I swallow visibly, my heart pounding in my chest like a hundred war drums.

Before I can respond, she sinks down onto me, taking me deep into her body, and I vow I see magic exploding in different colors.

She’s so wet, so tight, and the way she moves—slow, deliberate, maddening—sends shockwaves through me. Her hips roll, her walls clenching around my cock, and I’m lost, completely and utterly lost.

“Oh, Sera! Yes… Oh,” I stutte and tremble like a young one. Like I’ve never had sex before. My eyes roll back and I almost lost strength in my body as her cunt grips my cock, sucking me in her.

“Veylan, my mate!” she groans, tilting her chin up and leaning back. Her nails rake on my legs as she moves faster—up and down.

She grinds over me, her hips moving in circles and she sends me to an almost oblivion of pleasure.

I’ve never touched her like this. I’ve never felt her like this. I haven’t seen her like this.

Skin against skin, no barriers, no boundaries. We’re just heat and power and the raw, unrelenting truth of what we are. My hands grip her hips, guiding her, but she’s in control.

She sets the pace, the rhythm, and I let her. I surrender to her. Every thrust, every movement, is a revelation. She’s relentless, her body taking what it needs from me, and I give it willingly.

The pleasure is unbearable, the power she holds over me intoxicating. And the pain—the sharp, sweet pain of knowing she could destroy me, ruin me, and I would let her. I would beg her to.

I’ve already lost myself to her.

I don’t want to be found.

“Come with my, my Veylan, my mate!”

The words shatters me more than anything ever did.

“Sera, my mate,” I groan and I turn her over, raise her legs wide and thrusts deeply into her with my everything, reaching a spot that makes her scream.

“Oh, I’m coming!”

“Yes, let’s come together…” I roar, bracing onto the wall and immediately cracking it as I come in her, my seed flowing inside her and dripping into the sheets.

I slump beside her, and she rolls into my chest with a smile, sweaty and satisfied.

“I love you,” she softly whispers against my chest.

“I love you more,” I reply, kissing her forehead and enveloping her in my arms.

My little Siren is now mine for all eternity. And I’m hers far longer than any eternity can offer.