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Chapter Fifty-one

Asteria

I couldn’t get my hands on Calix fast enough. A desperate drive ricocheted through the bond, bouncing off one another and amplifying our desire as we drove each other into a frenzy.

Our swords and belts were torn off first and thrown to the bench at the foot of the bed. Once my armored corset was untied, it went flying across the room, while his armor crashed to the ground with a loud thunk. My leather pants were ripped in two while my claws raked his into ribbons. My armbands were inconsequential enough that we just skipped them altogether.

My hands dug into Calix’s hair, dragging his mouth to mine, while he grabbed me by the thighs and hooked me around his waist. I squirmed, pressing my body to his and tilting my hips up to thrust against the straining bulge in his pants. I felt like I couldn’t get close enough, wishing I could just climb inside him. My tongue certainly did so, tangling with his as we devoured the other.

I was already soaking wet, and Calix wasted no time pushing me down, grabbing my thighs and wrestling them open so he could slot himself between them. He teased his cock through my arousal for only a moment before he was suddenly sinking inside me. His inability to wait was more than appreciated.

My mouth disconnected from his, only to scream when he pushed inside, stretching me around his girth. His mouth thankfully found another pursuit, sucking down my neck and scraping his fangs across the skin. He didn’t bite, merely teased me with them, caressing the skin there with the sharp points. As he bottomed out, he paused for a moment, looking up at me with eyes saturated with color.

The world seemed to pause around us at that moment. Our bond singing between us as we reveled in being connected so closely once more. Calix’s hand came up to my cheek, softly running his thumb over it. I couldn’t help my smile, even as his lips found mine once more.

My legs locked around his waist and held him to me as our tongues dueled furiously. His hips pulled back only to thrust in hard, and my own hips flew off the bed to meet him. Our hands were everywhere, trying to touch as much of the other as we could while our hips crashed together over and over.

It felt as if we’d left reality behind. The urge to complete our bond drove both of us hard, like some primal instinct within us had been unlocked. Words were completely unnecessary and lost in the haze of passion that had descended on us anyway. The feelings bouncing between us drove us higher and higher instead.

As Calix thrust into me again, I tightened my legs and used my thrust upward as momentum to flip us over. Calix crashed to the bed with a filthy smirk on his face as he watched me fall on top of him, his cock hitting deep inside and making me moan loudly. I rose up slowly, slamming down hard. Calix grabbed onto my hips and thrust up from underneath me until we were fighting one another for control once more.

I rode him fast, using my Fae speed and strength to aid me until I was nearly a blur of movement. The stretch of his cock inside me was too good, and my arousal was steadily leaking out around the base of his cock, aiding my pursuit. Even as his cock kissed that spot inside me that made me see stars, my actual stars expanded into the space around me.

Calix was enjoying the show, watching me passionately and helping when needed. His hands found my breasts, pinching and twisting my nipples before soothing them with his mouth. But as my first orgasm approached, a sinister twinkle appeared in his eye. I braced myself even as my climax overcame me, screaming his name into the room.

Calix pulled out of me the moment I stopped cumming. We flew upward, Calix’s shadows wrapping around my limbs as I hit the wall. They held onto my limbs like vines, leaving me spread-eagle against the wall. Calix himself slowly stood from the bed, pumping his cock as he stalked forward, taking me in fully.

I yanked on the shadows, but they held firm. My starlight churned around me, but his shadows filled the room, darkening it to a pitch-black night and keeping my stars too busy with his shadows elsewhere to help free me.

“What are you doing, my dorchadas?” I asked him, expectantly. Raising a brow from my bound position.

“What?” he responded with faux innocence. “I merely want to fully appreciate my mate.” He growled softly as he reached me, his hand finding my neck and wrapping softly around it. He gave it a light squeeze, making me moan at the sensation. I wished I could press my legs together and take some of the edge off, my poor cunt was crying for attention again already.

His fingers released my neck and began trailing slowly down my body. They first stroked over my breasts, then down my stomach, before running them back up and then down again. He teased around my breasts until my nipples were surely hard enough to cut glass, and I was almost convinced I could orgasm from that alone. My whines increased in volume as his fingers finally slipped past my belly button, reaching my hips.

He grasped each one tightly for a moment, before letting his fingers fall down my spread thighs. His fingers found my slit, and trailed lightly across it, ignoring my pleas for release. I tried to buck my hips off the wall, but his shadows held fast, keeping all but my head immobile. After torturous minutes of tracing over my skin softly, with none of the friction I craved, he finally pressed his fingers against my cunt fully. He gathered the arousal leaking from me and followed straight up to my clit, circling around as I squirmed and moaned against the wall.

He fell to his knees before me, one hand on my hip as the other speared two fingers inside me. His lips traced up my thighs, increasing the pleasure as more sensations bombarded me. Licking and biting along my thighs, he thrust his fingers in and out, stretching me back open and adding a third, then a fourth finger. Finally, his tongue found my clit and began circling it repeatedly.

I couldn’t take it anymore and came screaming his name. He worked me through my orgasm, quickly building me back up with everything still so sensitive. I shook my head tiredly, begging for mercy, but none was forthcoming. I squealed in overwhelm as I came again, and Calix finally pulled away, smirking like he was oh-so-proud of himself.

He stood up, watching me as I panted against the wall, pulling at the shadows and trying to move. But he clearly wasn’t done with me. He was hard as a rock, and he fisted his cock, pressing it against my cunt and thrusting it back and forth, wetting it with my arousal. My head fell back against the wall.

“Calix,” I whined, my body shaking.

“Come on, my réalta,” he cooed at me, eyes darkened to a brilliant lavender. “You can give me another one.”

He notched his cock against my entrance and slowly sank inside. My walls fluttered around his length. Even overwhelmed after multiple orgasms, my body couldn’t help but bend to Calix. I seemed to get wet at the drop of a hat around him, and I still wasn’t exactly sure how my body even took that monster he kept in his pants.

He thrust in fully, and quickly built up momentum. One hand on the wall, he had enough leverage to hammer away at me, and tied up by shadows, I could do absolutely nothing but take it.

Calix clearly could feel where my thoughts had taken me, and he smirked up at me, his other hand grabbing my chin.

“You know better than that,” he purred, thrusting in hard and making me moan loudly as he hit that spot that had me quickly building toward another orgasm. “You might let me play as much as I want, but you know you’re just as powerful as I am.”

I panted, squirming my hips against his to try to angle them, and whined at him, making him chuckle darkly.

“Show me,” he whispered teasingly, eyes alight with color. “Show me what you can do.”

I realized then what he wanted, and despite my approaching orgasm, I rallied my magic, calling my starlight to me. I let it build and build, until the darkness around us became star-flecked, like the night sky surrounded us. Then I grew it brighter and brighter, until the stars were all I could see for a moment.

I focused on the shadows holding me and willed my starlight to dissolve them.

Suddenly, my arms and legs were free. I quickly anchored myself around Calix before I slid down the wall, not wanting to see what would happen if I fell with him still inside me.

“There she is,” Calix smirked proudly, grabbing hold of my hips and fucking up into me. No longer bound to the wall, he used only his strength to hold me up as he pounded into me. I slid up and down his cock, my head falling back with a moan. I could feel the orgasm that had been threatening to hit for several minutes now barreling toward me, and my fangs lengthened.

I pulled my head back up to see Calix’s were as well. His eyes completely focused on the exposed expanse of my neck. The pounding of his blood in his veins seemed to sing to me as I watched the vein in his neck bulge and contract with his movements.

With one shared glance between us, it became too much. I was only distracted from the orgasmic feeling of his fangs piercing my neck by the indescribable feeling of my own entering his throat. Calix’s blood spilled into my mouth, and I moaned at the taste. My orgasm crashed over me, a combination of his cock and fangs and blood, and I was sure I was back in Elysium at that moment, because I couldn’t imagine any paradise ever being better than this.

A sudden swell of magic overcame us as the bond seemed to swell and grow. Opening my eyes, I could swear Calix’s hair was glowing like the moon for a moment, but my eyes were forced closed as the feelings within me grew too much to handle. I braced myself against them, but I found they didn’t really overwhelm me; instead, they sank into and became part of me.

Nothing but pure, raw, primordial power filled me. Calix’s and my own, mixing and mingling, becoming one with each other. I could feel him everywhere inside me. Like his magic had filled my being, a moon-kissed night that I filled up with stars. The sensual flow of it rippled through me, making my orgasm nearly triple in force. The pure masculine power of Calix was all that existed at that moment in time.

I had never felt so full , especially as his cock swelled in size within me, stretching my walls around his girth as he spilled into me, and his power poured into the rest of me.

As if Calix was fucking literally every inch of my body, inside and out. And it was absolutely divine, a euphoria beyond known words.

I knew, in that instant, that no matter what came next, Calix and I would always be one. Bound through blood and bond, how could anything rip us apart now? They would have to tear our very souls asunder. Every drop of his blood in my veins and every bit of mine in his would have to be forcibly ripped from our bodies.

A peace I’d never known overtook me, merging with the euphoria and leaving me a blissed-out mess of flesh and blood, magic and soul.

I was sure I must have blacked out, but came to on top of Calix, lying across the bed. He was still inside me, both his cock and his fangs, and I realized mine were still in his neck. I slowly pulled my fangs out and licked a line up his neck to clean the blood off. He did the same, and I could feel his contentment beating through me, matching my own.

The bond felt… different , surely. More stable, more a part of my being. There was no separation, despite it being clear whose feelings were whose. But I could feel him on another level now. Almost as if I could read the very thoughts in his head through his emotions. I felt stronger, more settled in myself even. It was hard to explain the difference, but I knew the gods had spoken true. The bond was cemented now, and I could feel the boost it gave to both of us.

I wished there was more information on soulmate bonds out there. Outside of the shared marks and feelings, we only really knew what the gods had offered up—which wasn’t much. It seemed like too much had been lost to time.

I sat up slowly, my eyes meeting Calix’s, the lilac dancing with the colors of the Aurora. A slow smile lit my face, and I reached down to kiss him lingeringly. I pulled back after a few minutes and lifted myself off him, looking at the mess we’d left on the sheets.

Calix looked down at the bedding with a slight frown, which turned into a slow, proud smirk as he took in the sheets covered in blood and cum. I sighed, looking at him expectantly. He smiled cheekily before fisting the sheet in his hand and giving it a hard pull.

Pillows flew everywhere as the sheet came flying off. Calix looked too proud of himself, even as we were both nailed in the face with pillows. I couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled up, literally bent over as I tried to stop. Calix let out a rumbling laugh as he pulled me up.

“The poor servants are going to hate us,” I gasped out, trying to stop laughing.

“Hmm.” Calix hummed, his hand tangling in my hair. “I’ll give them a raise.”

I couldn’t help laughing again as his lips met mine.