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CHAPTER FOURTEEN

ISOLDE

His mouth is scorching against mine, nothing like the spectral chill I’d felt before.

William is fire and fury now, his newly corporeal body pinning me to the blood-soaked stone with delicious weight.

His heart is hammering against my chest, the miracle of his resurrection thumping between us with each frantic beat.

“Isolde,” he growls against my lips, my name a benediction. His hands are everywhere, in my hair, gripping my throat, sliding down to cup my breasts with possessive hunger. “My salvation. My queen.”

I arch into his touch, my body singing with relief as the pain of the extraction fades into something sharper, more demanding. The runes are gone, their insidious monitoring no longer sending my data back to Blackridge. In their place is pure, unfettered need.

William tears my jeans down my legs. I help him, kicking them away, suddenly desperate to feel him against me. His clothes are in tatters already, his century-old suit falling away in pieces to reveal pale skin that flushes with vitality.

I reach up to touch his face, marvelling at the warmth beneath my fingers. “You’re really here,” I whisper, tracing his jawline.

“Because of you,” he says, his voice hoarse with emotion. His eyes burn into mine, swirling with silver, black, and green. “A century of nothingness, and now everything.”

He kisses me again, deeper this time, his tongue claiming my mouth with a hunger that borders on savagery. I can taste my blood on his lips, metallic and sweet. His hands slide down my naked body.

“I need you,” he growls. His cock is hard against my pussy, thick and insistent. “I need to feel you around me. Need to claim what’s mine.”

The possessiveness in his voice stokes the fire burning in my veins. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

My fangs drop as my hunger rises to match his. I want to taste him so badly, I whimper.

“Do it,” he practically snarls at me, pressing his neck to my mouth.

I clamp down as he enters me with a single, powerful thrust. The sensation is overwhelming. Not the ghostly chill of our shower encounter, but solid, living heat that stretches me deliciously. His groan vibrates through both our bodies as he buries himself to the hilt.

His blood hits my tongue, and I moan against his neck, the taste of him igniting every cell in my body.

There’s an ancient, powerful tang to his blood.

It’s like tasting history itself, dark and intense.

His cock throbs inside me, stretching me as I drink from him, each pull of my mouth drawing more of his essence into me.

William’s grip on my hips tightens, thrusting into me with a rhythm that is both desperate and controlled.

Each stroke sends waves of pleasure coursing through my veins, amplifying the sensation of his blood flowing into me.

The connection between us is electric, a circuit of power and desire that grows stronger with each movement.

“Isolde,” he growls against my ear, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through me. “You feel so fucking good.”

I release his neck, capturing his lips in a fierce kiss.

The taste of his blood lingers on my tongue.

The head of his cock slides against my clit as he withdraws completely before driving back inside my drenched pussy.

I writhe underneath him and then moan when he rakes his claws down my arms. His fangs graze my neck, and I tilt my head, offering myself to him.

He doesn’t hesitate. His jaw snaps shut, locking his fangs into place as he guzzles hungrily from my vein.

“Fuck,” I pant, the sensation of him drinking from me while buried deep inside me is monumental. Each pull of his mouth sends a shockwave of ecstasy through my system, intensifying the pleasure of his cock filling me, stretching me, claiming me. I can feel his power growing with every swallow.

And it is magnificent.

His thrusts grow harder, more urgent. The ancient stone beneath us trembles with the force of our fucking, the blood-soaked earth resonating with our combined power. I can feel the magic of this place responding to us, the old rituals and sacrifices echoing through time, amplifying our connection.

William releases my neck, his eyes wild and feral as he stares down at me. His lips are stained with my blood, his fangs extended in a primal snarl. “Mine,” he growls, the word reverberating through me like thunder. “You are mine, Isolde. Forever.”

I nod, unable to speak as a wave of pleasure crashes over me. My back arches off the stone as my orgasm builds, the intensity of it is terrifying, exhilarating. William’s cock swells inside me, his body coiling with tension as he nears his climax.

“Come all over me, my queen,” he demands, his voice a guttural command that sends me spiralling over the edge. “Mark me, claim me, make me your willing servant.”

My scream echoes through the clearing, raw and primal, as I shatter around him.

My body convulses against the stone as my orgasm rips through me, leaving me gasping and trembling in its wake.

Every nerve ending is alight with sensation as his cock hardens even more, and he comes inside me.

I clamp down so hard on his cock, making him grunt in pleasure.

William roars above me, his body tensing as he unloads, filling me with his hot cum. The ground beneath us shakes with the force of our combined climaxes, ancient magic stirring in response to our union.

He collapses on top of me, his breath coming in ragged gasps against my neck. His weight is solid and real, a tangible reminder of what we’ve achieved tonight. I wrap my arms around him, holding him close as our heartbeats sync, pounding against each other in a rhythm that feels like a promise.

“We did it,” I whisper, running my fingers down his spine.

He lifts his head to look at me, a slow, almost sinister smile spreading across his face.

He doesn’t say anything. He simply gets to his feet naked and glorious.

He snaps his fingers and makes a noise of wicked delight as he clothes himself in attire similar to CJ’s.

He glances at the other two men, silent and watchful as we fucked like animals.

“Gentlemen,” he says, ignoring me completely.

“If you will excuse me, I’ve got some unfinished business to take care of. ”

And with that, he snaps his fingers again and vanishes from the clearing, leaving me naked, dripping with cum, freezing cold and without him.