Page 29 of These Eternal Bones

I whimper. “I need–” halting my own words, unsure what exactly it is I’m begging for.

“You need to be filled? Yes?” He murmurs. “Tell me where, and I will give it to you.”

It’s only then that I notice them, his tendrils smoothing and caressing, slithering across my heated flesh.

“I-I need you inside me, I-I feel empty.” The words leave me in a sob.

Elric is on top of me, pinning me to the bed in a flash, his inky hair dancing across me as he brings his lips to mine in a devouring kiss. The musings of his tongue against mine are endless as his hand drags up my waist, my gown ripping as he frees my breasts.

My name is a gasp on his breath as he runs a thumb across a taut nipple, making me buck. I had never known one could feel this way, that my body could be filled with such sensations. But everywhere he touches me, I find more, more pleas. I wish for him to sink his teeth and lay his claim.

“ Mine.” He rumbles as he jerks at his trousers, freeing himself.

“Yes. Yours .”

The words are simple, but I speak them like a vow. Like the ones I was meant to give all those months ago. Then they filled me with fear. Now? I cannot possibly give myself away fast enough .

My body feels the loss of him immediately as he pulls back.

My mouth opening to protest before I see the reverence in his eyes, the pure and utter devotion in the darkened depths.

I do not know what I have done to deserve such a look from a being like him, but tears well in my eyes, parting the lust for a moment.

Love.

I am loved by him.

In that moment, I see it so clearly it robs the breath from my lungs. “Elric.”

“Shhhh, my mate, I know. How I have missed you.”

Missed me?

His mate.

His.

Tears spill from my eyes as he leans down, placing a soft, gentle kiss on the tip of my nose before his lips fan my cheek, his tongue darting out to catch one of my tears. Again, that need for him, one I’ve never felt before, brackets in, making my mind hazy with the force of it.

His tendrils slither up to my head, lifting and angling it down and for the first time…I see him. “As much as I wish to taste more of you, I need to be inside you right now. I want you to watch, yes?”

“Yes.”

“My sweet Molly.”

His praise makes warmth explode in my chest as he drags the large head of his cock across my soaked center.

Each pass only drives me further and further into madness until I’m bucking my hips, trying to force him inside.

His cock itself is large, large enough that if I was in my sane mind I’d have a good level of apprehension in trying to take it.

A whimper leaves me as he releases me, lowering himself.

Pressing kisses and licks to my soft stomach all the way down.

I jerk up into his mouth as he leans in, pressing a soft lick to the little pulsing bundle of nerves.

I barely feel where I nicked myself with his fang before he tsks, “Needy little human.” He drags his tongue across the tiny bead of blood before pressing his thumb to his fang, letting some of that clear liquid drip onto my core.

I nearly scream at the sudden heat, but it quickly dies down, my hands fisting in his hair to drag him back to me.

He comes easily, and there is something so…

erotic about watching a man crawl to you.

Something that makes my core pulse in anticipation as he levels my head again, lining himself up with my entrance.

There's no pain, only a deep, deep pulling stretch as he enters me, slowly, painstakingly so. “Look how well you’re adjusting to me. Fuck, syringa.” He growls.

That seems to be the end of his restraint. My body is at his mercy as he loses control.

A ragged gasp is ripped from my throat as he slams into me.

My eyes roll back in my skull as my breasts heave, molten, flushed skin against his cool, hard slip of flesh as his tendrils snake their way up my chest, cupping my breasts and their soft, pointed ends tugging and flicking.

They only give way to Elric’s mouth, his tongue, the prick of his fangs as he sinks them into my breast, but he doesn’t pull…

he simply…holds, restrains me as he takes my body, bringing me to levels of pleasure I’ve never known possible.

He is unhinged, soft yet violent as he claims me, filling me so deeply that my mind shatters. My core is gripping and spasming yet again, but there is restraint. My eyes flutter open to the sight of his tendrils binding around his wrists, one around his neck as if to hold him back.

“I want it.” I plead, my voice a breathy moan. “Whatever it is you are not giving me. Please, Elric, I am yours.”

His bound hands form a vice on my hips as he angles them, another flurry of savage sounds leaving his throat as he thrusts into me.

He’s large, but we fit perfectly, his cock stroking and rubbing every inch of my untouched core.

He vents his frustration into my skin, his tendrils growing from reverent to hungry and possessive.

I’m not ready for the change in position.

It happens so fast, the room tilts, and I’m suddenly on his lap.

His tendrils wrap around my thighs, supporting much of my weight as I pull myself up and down his hardened length.

His hand tangles in my hair, angling my face down again so that I can watch.

And the view is divine. Watching my reddened, flushed skin mottled with scrapes and prods from his claws is enough to send me over the edge, flung so dangerously high the air thins. “You’re mine, my everything,” he vows.

A bellow fills the room as tears fill my eyes, everything suddenly so overstimulating as he thrusts in tune with the waves of his release.

His tendrils tighten painfully as he comes, but each one only adds to my pleasure.

They’re released from my flesh the next moment, his arms alone support me as he stays rooted deep, bringing my head to rest on his neck.

I can barely make out the sound of his murmuring, the promises and dedications of eternal devotion, as I lose my fight with sleep.

His gentle, adoring fingers make slow, feather light passes down my back.

I can’t even bring myself to mind when he passes there , feeling the rough planes and the raised scars I’ve vowed to keep hidden.

His voice is a gravelly, ominous promise. “No harm will come to you again, not ever. Not now that you have come home. I am sorry, my love, so sorry I was not there to protect you. Yurushi te kudasai, yurushi te kudasai , my love.”

I want to cry, to tell him everything. To explain as he continues his reverent exploration of my marred flesh, but I am boneless. Safe in his arms, just as he said. For now, I’ll sleep.