Page 21 of Redemption (Deliverance Duet #2)
Chapter Twenty
Iris
A s soon as Ciaran’s lips touch mine, the rest of the world falls away. All of my fears and worries are gone, my focus only on Ciaran and making him my mate. This has become a critical need important above all else.
Alaric will always be with me, since he’s my mate and that bond doesn’t just disappear. There is a part of me that is always aware of our bond, and the same goes for Nyx, but those feelings become secondary as I surround myself with Ciaran’s scent.
His hand fists my hair, the light sting bordering on painful, allowing him full control of my movements. I’m not sure what I expected, as pain hasn’t been something I’ve ever craved before, but there is something about this that takes my breath away. He tilts my head and deepens the kiss, his tongue dominating my mouth. I groan into his kiss and return it with the fervour of a ravenous woman, him being my only sustenance.
I wrap my arms around his neck, vaguely aware of my towel falling to the floor, exposing me completely. Once upon a time, I would have been embarrassed by this, but as the cool air brushes against my damp body, I actually feel a thrill of arousal. My nipples pebble, becoming hard both from the sudden exposure and how much I need him right now.
Ciaran is aware of this, not missing a single change in the way my body reacts to him. He groans into my mouth, his free hand skimming down my torso, creating a trail of tingles in his path. He’s trying to hold himself back, remembering what I said before about not rushing into things. After everything that’s happened, though, I’ve had time to reflect, and I don’t want to miss out on another moment of being his mate.
We both need this. We were born for this.
Biting down on his lip, I press hard enough for it to hurt. This gets his attention, his eyes narrowing on me. Releasing the plump skin, I pull back so I can speak. “Stop holding back and make me your mate.”
He growls again, and the look in his eyes is purely predatory. “Mine.”
There’s no more room for talking as we give into our more carnal natures. His hands explore every inch of my body as I try to rid him of his clothes. This is easier said than done as his hand slides between my legs and plunges into the wetness of my arousal. Stars appear in my vision, and my fingers fumble over the button of his trousers.
Chuckling darkly, he continues his exploration of my most intimate parts, slowing the swipes of his fingers and pressing at the bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs. Finally, I manage to get into his trousers, shoving them down to reveal his straining cock. My eyes lock onto his member, and I instantly drop to my knees. I need to taste him, to feel him. Wrapping my hand around the base of his cock, I squeeze and stroke his length. He is perfect, and I don’t bother holding myself back any longer.
My tongue flicks out, the bead of precum tasting like nectar. Before I met my mates, I never particularly enjoyed giving blowjobs, and I did it because it felt like that was expected of me, but it’s different with Ciaran, Nyx, and Alaric. Is it because they are fae and not human? Does that make them taste better, or are their reactions to me addictive? It could simply be that they are my mates, predestined and made for me.
Either way, I wrap my lips around his shaft and hum at the taste of him, the vibration making him groan above me. I feel powerful, his most intimate parts at my complete mercy. To know that a human could bring a warrior fae to his knees is a smug and heady feeling. Taking him as far back into my throat as I can, I pause and adjust to the feeling, knowing I can go farther. His fingers tighten in my hair and gently push me down. Slowly, inch by inch, I take him fully. Releasing him, I breathe deeply before taking his cock back into my mouth. Finding a rhythm, I suck and press my tongue to the underside, bobbing my head with his urging.
I lose myself in him, loving that I can bring him so much pleasure. I feel like we’ve waited for this for so long. We might have only known each other for a very short time, but we’ve been missing the other part of ourselves since birth. Finally, we have found each other, and I am bonded to all of my mates.
His movements change, his thrusts becoming jerky, and I know if I continue like this then he’ll come and this will be over. No, I have more plans for him than this. Pulling back, I look up at him and smirk at what I see. He always looks so put together, the perfect lord of darkness. Now, he almost looks feral. The mask is gone, and I can see the true Ciaran. There’s a little darkness in him, as well as the capacity to do great harm, yet at his heart he doesn’t want to hurt anyone. His love and devotion shine back at me, and the tension in his shoulders tells me how close he is to losing control. Breathing raggedly, he offers me a hand, still managing to treat me like a lady despite the circumstances.
I stand, and he slides his hand along my arm, pulling me against him. Our naked bodies are flush against each other, and it’s such a heady feeling that my breath is stolen from me. Gripping my waist, he lifts me, my legs automatically wrapping around him as he walks us over to the bed. My heart pounds like the hooves of a hundred horses racing through my chest, his hard cock pressing against me as he moves.
It’s an exquisite torture, the rocking motion of his steps causing his velvet hardness to rub against my pussy, notching in my entrance and coming so close to pushing through, only to shift again. I’m like a dog in heat, so desperate for him that I’ve lost all rational thought, my capacity for speech gone. If I could speak right now, I would be demanding that he fuck me, hard and deep.
Thankfully, he’s sucked just as deeply into this frenzy as I am and knows exactly what I need. Climbing onto the bed with me still attached to him, he crawls up to position me on the pillow. Our lips crash together, all tongue, teeth, and lips, desperate for a taste of each other. Splaying my fingers on his chest, I try to touch as much of him as possible, needing the physical contact.
Stars appear in my vision as his fingers press against my clit, circling it slowly and winding me up into a fervour. I don’t know how much more of this I can take, I need him now . As though he can read my mind, he pulls away from our kiss with a low growl and reaches for his cock. Sitting back on his heels, he slowly pumps his length, watching me with a satisfied smirk. I can only imagine what I look like, my hair a mess as I pant with need, propped up on a pillow with everything exposed to him.
He leans over me, pressing the head of his cock against my entrance, watching my expression closely as he pushes into me. With a slow but steady pressure, he sheathes himself within me, eliciting little gasps of pleasure from me. I’m so fucking full, and it feels amazing. He was made for me, the pressure delicious as I adapt to him. I don’t need to tell him to start moving, he knows, sensing it through the bond. He starts slowly, gritting his teeth to hold himself back to make sure he’s not hurting me, but I want more. I want everything he has. Our eyes meet, and an unspoken agreement passes between the two of us.
My body rocks at the force of his thrust, the bed creaking beneath us. A cry of pleasure tears from my lips, the sound unintelligible as he forces himself deeper, his cock pressing against that spot within me. Our bodies move together to a silent rhythm, creating a symphony of our love with the movements of our mating. Our desire grows together, the bond becoming stronger as we reach the peak of our pleasure.
A look of pure bliss crosses his face, and his movements start to falter. Knowing he’s about to come inside me and seal our connection, I fall over the edge, our orgasms crashing over us in unison. My pussy clenches around him as his cock pulses, pushing his cum into me.
Blinding pleasure hits me, stealing my vision as the sensations move through me. A shining, golden light appears—my connection with Ciaran. A glittering thread has appeared, like the Fates themselves have literally wrapped their threads around us, binding us together for eternity. I feel the exact moment we are finally bonded, the sense of Ciaran surrounding me intensifying, clicking into place like the final piece of a puzzle.
Something else happens in me that I’ve never felt before. This isn’t a change because of my mate bond, but something about me that is shifting and becoming something new.
The power that’s been growing and changing within me suddenly bursts from behind whatever invisible barrier I’ve built around it. Flooding through me, it washes away any defences I might have unwittingly put in place. Unlike last time, when it was a tidal wave that I couldn’t hold back, the destructive magic listens to me, bubbling just below the surface, ready to be used when necessary.
Before, I survived, never realising that I was just trying to conform to a life that I didn’t fit within. Now, I’m done fighting who I truly am. With my mates at my side, I can become the person I was always destined to be. My soul is complete, opening a part of me that I didn’t know existed. I started as a caterpillar, only to transform into a butterfly, when I found my mates, reborn and made anew. Perhaps that’s why butterflies are so attracted to me, drawn in by our shared spirit. I remember my mother once telling me that they are heralds of good fortunes and otherworldly messengers. The story always fascinated me, but now it all makes sense.
Slowly, the overwhelming sensations start to fade, and I begin to get my vision back, feeling the bed beneath me and the warmth of Ciaran above me. Blinking, I take in his handsome features and his look of pure shock and wonderment. I laugh, knowing the feeling. Ciaran seems to recover from his shock and smiles down at me, collapsing on the bed beside me. His arm slides under my shoulders, and he pulls me over so I’m curled up against his side.
Warm and sleepy from our exertions, I snuggle against him, making the most of this moment. After all, we never know how much time we’re going to get together.
“Well,” a deep, familiar voice calls from the other side of the room, snapping us from our moment, “that was entertaining.”