Page 36 of THE SOULBOND AND HER BELOVED (Beasts Of Wrath And Madness #4)

Chapter thirty-six

INTERTWINED. PRIMITIVE

She tried to suppress it as quickly as it came, but it must have shown in her eyes. Daemonikai stilled. Poised but not entering. He merely watched her with that all-seeing gaze of his that had ensnared her years ago and never let go. Eyes that stripped her bare.

“Look at me, love.”

The voice startled her. Emeriel arched her head back to Alviara, who leaned over her.

“You are doing so beautifully, taking his touch so well,” Alviara’s tone was soothing, coaxing. “Don’t stop now.”

Daemonikai nudged against her, and Emeriel whimpered, going tensed.

“This won’t do,” Alviara addressed the grand king. “Your Grace, forgive me for this, but it must be done.”

Before Emeriel could question it, Alviara moved. She slid into bed beside Emeriel, snaked a hand around her neck, guiding her forward, and kissed her. Hard.

Every muscle in Emeriel’s body locked in place, stunned.

Daemonikai growled in a warning so deep it rumbled through her bones, but Alviara didn’t so much as flinch. The courtesan’s tongue parted Emeriel’s lips, coaxing her mouth open, kissing her with a passion that was consuming.

“Focus on this ,” Alviara ordered into her mouth. “Endure it. Open yourself to it.”

Then Alviara was kissing her again. So much. A consuming kiss that completely took Emeriel over. And for a moment, that was the center of her world. Everything else retreated into the background—fears retreated, anxieties scattered.

Stark pleasure assaulted her senses, making her give a muffled cry.

The kiss broke as Alviara pulled back, her gaze pinning Emeriel in place.

“Tell me what he’s doing,” the courtesan said softly.

“He is… his tongue is—” Emeriel gasped, her head rolling back, eyes fluttering as another moan escaped. “There.”

“That’s a good girl,” Alviara’s voice was velvet soft. “How does it feel?”

Emeriel’s face burned. She bit her lips.

“Come on… tell me.”

“Really… really good,” Emeriel confessed, her voice shaking.

“You’re taking it so well.” The mistress’s eyes glowed with approval.

“Yeah?” Emeriel breathed.

“Oh, hell yes.” The mistress looked hungry. Predatory. Her eyes devoured Emeriel. “You are incredibly sexy like this. Lying here, taking his tongue, taking every pleasure he gives—while keeping your eyes on me. Letting me see e very single thing he makes you feel. You’re an open book, Princess. A very responsive open book.” Her voice dropped lower in a husky purr. “It makes you an addictive little thing."

Emeriel felt everything all at once. Embarrassed. Glorified. Treasured.

She wanted to bury her face in the sheets to hide. But oh… those words made her feel good . Wanted. Seen.

“No wonder our king can’t get enough,” Alviara added in a whisper made for only her to hear. “I will not either.”

Daemonikai’s tongue pressed deeper inside her.

“Oh gods…” Emeriel gasped, her body arching, the pleasure crashing through her anew.

Then Alviara’s lips were on hers again, stealing her cries, drinking them in. The courtesan’s hand framed her face as she devoured her, catching every moan, every muffled sound as Emeriel trembled beneath the onslaught of pleasure. Her orgasm coiled, built, and tightened.

Her beloved was merciless, eating her out as if she were his first meal after a famine. Bliss simmered, assaulting her with a ruthless force, frying her brain.

The courtesan broke the kiss to run her fingers through Emeriel’s hair in a soothing caress. “That’s it. That’s my girl. You want to come for him?”

Emeriel nodded so vigorously her vision swam, panting.

“Not yet. Hold it in.” Alviara ordered, dabbing away the sweat beading on her forehead. “Look at you… so fucking sexy.” Her hand slipped down, trailing over Emeriel’s shoulder, toward the heavy swell of her breast…

A menacing growl cut through the air, vibrating through Emeriel’s core, and she whined.

The courtesan snatched her hand back, pouting. “He’s greedy,” she said, exasperated yet amused. “If I touch you again, my head might end up across the room while my body remains here next to you.” Alviara’s heated gaze moved to Emeriel’s lips. “I’ll just focus on what’s freely given.”

She attacked Emeriel’s lips again. This kiss was deeper, filled with hunger and possession, drawing her back under.

With the mistress trapping her voice, Emeriel had no outlet for the ecstasy coursing through her trembling body as Daemonikai worshiped her there.Her orgasm built—closer… closer—until itpeaked.

Wrenching her lips away from Alviara’s, she screamed. A pitch that only rose higher as her feelings rose stronger.

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” Alviara’s breathless voice seemed distant, but she was watching Emeriel with ravenous, hawk-like eyes.

Emeriel wanted to hide frombeing seenin such a state, but betweenshynessand thedevastating pleasureDaemonikai was unapologetically unleashing on her, only one force won—and it wasn’t modesty.

Reaching down,she grabbed his hair and tugged sharply. “Daemon… oh—please…” Her voice was all sorts of shaky, just like her spread thighs in his death grip. “Please, oh gods, Daemon.”

His mouth continued working her brutally. Tongue stroking, lips sucking, savage growls emitting from him. He licked and raved, feasting like a beast possessed, andher body bore it all.

Defeated by the pleasure assault, her head slammed back against the bed as she flung one hand over her eyes. She could do nothing but endure, body jolting with every ruthless stroke of his tongue, every decadent pulling suck. He’s going to be the death of me.

A soft cloth wiped her sweaty forehead as Alviara's whisper brushed her ear. “You’re so sexy… too harsh?”

“Yyyeeessss,” Emeriel hissed, another scream building in her throat.

Finally,he slowed. His grip on her thighs loosened, becoming a tender cradle. His tongue grew soft, apologetic, delivering a trail of calming kisses to her poor, exposed core.

Bit by bit, Emeriel’ssoul returned to her body. It was an out-of-body experience, but… oh- so good. Heavens.

“Are you okay?” Alviara whispered, with a thread of honest concern.

“Oh yes.” Emeriel removed her arm from her eyes, sounding hoarse and dazed. “More than okay.” Renewed. Reborn.

“That’s great to hear.”

Her beloved pulled away, rose and leaned in, hands braced on either side of her. He looked half-crazed with desire.

“Now, take him in your hand.” Alviara urged in a sultry order.

Emeriel bent forward as much as her rounded belly allowed, wrapping her fingers around the thick, pulsing length of him. Warm, alive, throbbing with need.

She stroked him once. Twice. Watching his eyes darken, jaw tighten. Breath drag through clenched teeth.

And in that moment, Emeriel understood. This night wasn’t just about erasing pain, making her feel safe, or ensuring she wasn’t alone. It wasn’t even about Alviara’s guidance, her encouragement, her presence. It was about this .

Making her see that even with all his power, all his strength, she held all the reins that mattered .

She stroked him again, watching that great body tremble for her . He was staring—no, devouring —the view between her parted thighs with those green, savage eyes but he made no move to sate his torturous hunger. He didn’t shove her hand aside and try to enter her. She really held the power.

With a single word—“ No” —it would all end. Her consent, her comfort… they mattered to him more than his own pleasure. On some level, she had always known this, but it was the first time in so long she felt it again—body, heart, and soul.

You are not helpless, yet you wish to be. You hold all the cards, all the power, right now, yet you desire to hand them over to him.

Tears filled her eyes as she released him and cupped his face with trembling fingers. “Please, come into me, Daemon.”

It was permission. A plea. A surrender freely given.

He had watched her struggle against herself. He had seen it all, yet she still expected his hesitation. But whatever he found in her face in that moment strengthened his resolve.

He shifted his weight and adjusted himself, his crown poised at her entrance. “Put it in, dearest,” he said gently.

She twisted and reached down again, gripping him. Tilted her hips forward, tears rolling freely down as she guided him into herself. “Help me,” she breathed.

And he did. Rolling his hips forward, he pressed inside until he was seated fully inside her.

Emeriel felt… at peace.

The ghosts were still there like shadows dancing in her mind, but that’s all they were now. Shadows. A distant past that no longer had any place in their present, or their future.

Tears streamed from the corners of her eyes as she smiled up at him. He laid over her, careful to keep his weight from her belly, his hand tender as he cupped her face, kissing away her tears.

It was beautiful. Feeling him again like this, stretching her, so thick inside her… it was amazing . Everything felt right again.

“Shhh…” He smoothed back the strands of hair stuck to her temple, tucking them behind her ear.

Her gaze roamed their surroundings again. And…

“Alviara…?”

“She’s gone. Her work here is done.” Daemonikai kissed her sweaty nose. “How do you feel, sweetling?”

“Perfect.” She moved, drawing him deeper. “Really perfect.”

“That’s all I want to hear.” His smile was faint, but full of pride and tenderness. “You are perfect, and you should always feel perfect. Heavens, I’m so proud of you.”

Her hand trembled where it rested on his cheek. “My king…”

"You are the strongest female I know. I love you so damn much, Emeriel." He kissed another trail of tears from her cheek. "Thank you for this. You have no idea how incredible this feels—fuck, you have no idea how good it is to be inside you like this again." His forehead rested against hers. "I want to move so badly, but I could stay like this… stay joined with you, not moving, for the rest of the night, and it would be enough. That’s how much I’ve missed you. That’s how much I’ve missed your body, Emeriel."

"I feel the same," she managed, lips shivering. The tears just wouldn’t stop.

He began to move—stroking into her, seating himself deeper with every smooth, controlled thrust. "You have become the most precious thing in all the world to me."

Emeriel wept quietly, pleasure rising within her again, her heart feeling too full. Like a goblet filled beyond the rim.

He moved faster, though still gentle—different from his usual roughness, but no less intense. She felt every glide of his dick, and surrendered to it, letting the tides of his love and his body sweep her away.

At some point, Daemonikai shifted them. He laid her onto her side, coming behind her, cradling her belly with his large, warm hand. Emeriel turned her head, and their lips found each other in a slow kiss.

This. This was all she had ever wanted. This closeness, belonging… this sacred connection.

She couldn’t put it into words what swelled inside her chest. So she spoke the words she could. "I love you," Emeriel whispered. “I love you so much, Daemonikai."

As her climax rose, tumbling her over the edge, she gave a keening cry as bliss after bliss rolled through her, claiming her soul and warming her heart. Her toes curled, hands clutching at the sheets as she rode the ecstasy he gave her without relent.

He groaned low against her neck, emptying inside her, warmth rushing deep. It triggered another release, and she cried out, deaf and blind to the world around her, except him. Just him .

Somewhere in that haze, she felt him moving her again, adjusting their position. When the roaring in her ears faded and she returned to herself, she realized something had changed.

Something… was different .

She stilled, blinking, breath irregular. “Dae-Daemon?” her tone soft and fearful.

Behind her, his body had gone taut. His arm around her belly trembled faintly. He didn’t answer.

But she felt him.

His joy. His awe. His gratitude so fierce . His ‘is-this-real?’

Most especially, Emeriel felt his love . Pure, real, and a lot. She could feel everything . Every piece of him . There were no shields now, no barrier.

“I can feel your pleasure. Your happiness,” Daemonikai rasped, his breath rushing out as his eyes roamed her face, intense and shining. His voice was hoarse. “Your love. I feel you, Emeriel. Our bond is back. "

Emeriel was crying now, but laughing too, the sound a mess of both.

Her male did not care. He kissed her all over her face, frantic and unrestrained. “I can feel you,” he murmured between kisses.

“I c-can feel you too,” she choked out, her hands roaming, trying to touch him wherever she could reach.

“Your scent… Ukrae, your fucking scent…” His sniffing grew loud, frantic, crazed. Rubbing his nose and mouth along her neck, her shoulder, her breasts. “I knew you smelled good, incredible , but now—gods, the seven gods—your scent is amplified. What the—”

He growled, then purred , vibrating against her as his phallus stiffened once again, hard and hot behind her.

“I need to have you again. I can’t… gods !” One strong hand lifted her leg as he lined himself up again, and with a jerky thrust, he was inside her once more.

She gasped, nuzzling her head against his chest. The feeling... it was out of this world. Beyond words and comprehension.

“I’m too deep,” he rumbled, holding her tightly. “Do you feel discomfort? Should I pull back?”

“No,” she managed through the rush of sensation. “You feel… so good.”

“Fuck… fuck.” His hips moved uncoordinated as if he couldn’t help himself. Pulling her back into him, resting her head on the bed only to bury his face in her neck. There he stayed, breathing her in, his hips moving in short, hard thrusts, his breath harsh against her skin.

One of his hands cradled their child, the other laced their fingers together.

Feeling each other’s emotions was something else entirely. His were crazy. Wild. Intense.

And for the first time, Emeriel saw herself through his mind’s eye, and what she saw stole her breath. She had always known Daemonikai was intense. But this ? She had never imagined it.

His love, hunger, and need . It was all-consuming.

He kept breathing her in, scenting her, his tongue dragging over the tender skin of her neck, raving at it with every driving thrust inside her. Tears of immense joy and disbelief fell again.

I am this beautiful to him?

His reverence for her body, his obsession. He wants to live inside me.

“It’s alright,” he growled into her throat. “Look all you want, my star. My shields are down. See everything. Words were never my strong suit, but I’ve always wanted to show you how I see you. What you are to me. How you feel to me.” His teeth scraped her skin. “Look all you want, and fucking unravel for me as you always do . Only this time… do it knowing how addictive I find you.”

Her climax slammed into her. She shook apart in his arms, breaking with a raw cry.

“Yes,” he hissed, his strokes deeper, savage. “Come apart knowing your presence, your pleasure, your body… is my moonlight festival .” His lips hot on her skin. “Clench around my cock knowing how well I eat that shit up.”

Her cries rose, wild and high, her face flushing deep red.

“Fuck, you’re soaking me, Emeriel,” he groaned, teeth gritted. “Your sweet little cunt is giving me a goddamned bath. You sexy little sea nymph.”

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She enjoyed the verbal filth. His prim little princess— this was her truth. Daemonikai had always known, but now he felt every sinful thrill his filthy tongue evoked inside her. And gods, was it adorable . The way her shyness and wickedness tangled together. The way her pleasure flourished under his words.

He kept his pace strong, drawing out her climax, lengthening it until she could barely breathe. Then his fangs dropped, sinking home.

She wailed, her emotions exploding through their bond.

Fuck, fuck! Shit! No wonder she passed out so easily when he took her like this. It was overwhelming . She was so overloaded.

Daemonikai had always known she was sensitive but feeling it firsthand was something else entirely. No wonder she was a constant screamer, and prone to fainting. She was super sensitive to even the smallest touch.

He was humbled, lucky, and so godsdamned proud. Just how many of her were there in this world? Only one , and she was his. Mine.

He needed to stop primal and possessive thoughts like this. They did not help his logical mind, sending his instincts into overdrive.

His logical mind knew he’d exhausted her. He was insatiable, and she was seven months pregnant. He should rein himself the fuck in, be gentle, careful, and less animalistic. But his instincts wanted to take. To keep going. He had missed her. These excruciating months outside her should go into history as a form of torture.

And now he was inside her again, Daemonikai just wanted to stay the fuck there. Was that too much to ask?

Growling, he plundered her so damn good. He wanted to fuck her through the night, into sleep and wakefulness. To bury himself so deep in her, he’d need a freaking map to find his way out. To keep breathing in her scent until the world faded, until they both faded, and when he was done, she’d wear his scent for weeks. She’d stink of him so much the entire kingdom would think he pissed on her.

Fuck… he wanted to piss on her to mark his territory.

With a groan, he pulled out his fangs. “gods, Emeriel,” he said, wrestling with his caveman instincts.

No wonder their kind were called savages. Stripped of that tiny logic they possessed, they were just their primitive beasts. He sank his teeth in again, resuming his feeding as his hips pounded harder, flesh slapping flesh.

The flood of her emotions crashed into him until it wrung an orgasm out of him so fierce, he nearly blacked out. He was roaring as he came, joining her as she shattered again for him.

Their cries echoed through the chamber, bodies shaking together, drowning in one another. They came down together, his arms wrapped around her, both trembling as their bond pulsed. Within seconds, Emeriel went boneless ,slipping into sleep.

Daemonikai did not pull out of her. He couldn’t. He needed the connection.If he was going to battle his primitive side and pretend to be more male than beast, the least he could have to keep him sane, was this.

He drew her flush against his chest, careful of her belly as he settled them both. One large hand splayed protectively over the curve of her stomach, the bond between them thrumming like an ancient drumbeat. Beneath his palm, he felt the faint flutter of life. Their child.

Daemonikai’s fingers traced small, reverent circles across her skin. Amongst all the others, he could spend an entire week like this, simply holding her and feeling their child move.

This was what Zaiper had nearly stolen from him, what he had planned to take?

He would scour every shadowed corner of the earth to find that evil’s reincarnate, and by the time he was done hunting, throwing everything he had into the pursuit, even the ground Zaiper stood upon would turn against him.

Daemonikai buried his face into Emeriel’s neck, breathing in her scent, allowing the sleep he had denied himself for days to finally take him. “I love you, Emeriel Galilea Evenstone.”