Page 131 of Tethered Souls

My eyes close. I ride him as I open my magic up like the ritual requires. His blood bonds with my power, shooting through me like a bolt of lightning. I gasp, feeling him, everywhere, and he leans up to bite my breast. His growl vibrates against my skin as he sinks his teeth into me. He draws blood. Collects it on his thumb and spreads it across the lines on his chest.

“Ride me hard, baby,” he growls. “Ride me until you’re coming all over my cock. That’s it. That’s it, baby. You look so fucking sexy. You feel so fuckinggood.”

Threading my hands in his hair as I arch into his mouth as he sucks on my breasts, I come all over his cock just like he asked.

Like a fucking good girl.

Panting heavily, I collapse against him. I take a moment to bask in the after tremors of my orgasm. Then I kiss his shoulder and ask, “Where’s your tattoo gun?”

“In the closet,” he says without hesitation.

My lips part.

“Well, are you going to get it? Because if not –” He grabs my hips and thrusts up into me, making me cry out. “Then I’m going to come inside you.” He pulls out, then shoves back in. I hover above him as he pounds into me. I scream his name, begging him to go harder, but instead, he rolls us and tosses me off the bed.

I hit the ground and bounce.

“Get the gun, little monster. I want your mark on me.”

My pussy spasming, I crawl to his closet. He groans, and I know his eyes are on my ass. Using the door to pull myself up, I take a deep breath, then search his closet for the gun. I get the stuff I need, then walk back to him.

He’s lying on his back, the covers off him, his glorious dick pointing straight up. Lying beside him, I clean the area and then start to tattoo:

Property of Micha

“Shadow,” Varius growls after I finish the A in my name. “Write fucking Shadow.”

My mouth running dry, I do.

EPILOGUE

HIM

Whatever happens with Antonio, whatever happens in this upcoming war, I know as I hold my little monster in my arms, that in the end, everything will be okay.

Because she is here.

And she is mine.

And I am fucking hers.

EPILOGUE II

HER

A few days later...

“Varius, don’t do this. Please. I didn't do this. Just listen to me.” I tug against the binds on my hands, the straps holding my individual fingers down. He’s made it so I can’t use my magic. I’m drowning in my panic, my lungs filling with it until it’s too hard to breathe. “Varius, please.”

He places a long screw on the back of my hand, and my heart jumps into my throat. He holds a hammer in his other fist.

“Don’t. Varius. Varius, please, look at me. I love you. I –”

The hammer comes down and slams the screw all the way through my flesh.

I scream, my voice cracking, pain radiating up my arm and across my vocal chords. The hammer resonates across the screw again, pure agony shooting through my body as the metal digs deeper into my flesh, the ridges causing even more damage, making the hole ragged and torn instead of clean.

I look up at him on a cry, and for the first time, he isn't wearing a mask. His face is twisted in equal parts agony and rage, and I know he cares for me. He cares for me, and his heart is breaking thinking I betrayed him. This is killing him, killing us.