Page 102 of To Free a Soul (Duskwalker Beginnings #2)

“Lindiwe, if you don’t start moving, I don’t know how I’m going to react.”

She could feel him throbbing within her, filling her to the brim while she was pinned on top of him.

She wanted to tease him, act all sultry and naughty on top of him, but she actually kind of worried about his threat.

He’d pulled her legs in all sorts of directions or had pinned her between a barrier and himself as he’d pounded manically.

He’d snarled and growled while he’d bitten her, clawed her, and had seemingly tried to consume her entirely.

She shunted her hips forward, and any tension in his body eased. I haven’t ridden him yet. She would enjoy watching him lose his mind to pleasure as she took him nice and slow.

Oh, who cares?!

Life could wait. The world could wait.

She wasn’t quite ready to stop either. She wanted to witness him experiencing pleasure, and she’d always been greedy about her own. She was happy to give back and make up for everything he’d missed out on, and more.

And I do really love the way he feels inside me now.

It was different, and so much better.

A time unknown, but of disappointing discoveries

Weldir felt a familiar disturbance, one that his mist had recognised for centuries.

He peeked open his eyes and considered ignoring it as he brought a beautiful woman tighter into his arms. He patted her curls from the outside, ensuring his claws didn’t accidentally dive in and rip into the tangled strands from their constant intimate and rigorous entanglements.

Warm. So soft. He nuzzled his nose into the crook of her neck and took in a long, delicious breath.

She smells so nice. As he had nothing else to compare it to, Weldir had no idea of her scent, but he wanted it tingling his nostrils always.

He pressed his lips to her dancing pulse just so he could feel it.

His mate lay sleeping and languid in his embrace, her breaths light and lulling.

Like a persistent ache, his cock was hard, annoyingly throbbing, and he wondered if there would be an end to the torture of it. He never thought he’d feel lust not just between his thighs as a hot, pulsing rod, but boiling in his bloodstream, in his muscles.

It had taken over his mind, his wants, and desires so totally, he often mused on whether this was what Mavka experienced when enraged. An inability to stop or control themselves until they consumed their prey.

And Weldir had consumed her multiple times.

She didn’t seem to mind his head between her thighs constantly, though.

It wouldn’t be long before he was inside her once more, with her wonderful hands rubbing over his chest, his arms, his back, and sometimes gripping his arse to help guide him into whatever speed or depth she wanted.

I do like that her body is rather greedy. It hungered just as deeply as his did, and it meant he didn’t feel bad at all that he’d essentially trapped this female in his realm for who knew how long. She’s the perfect mate for me.

But that disturbance continued to radiate and call to him, and he knew he needed to check.

He lifted up slightly to make sure she remained asleep. Her eyelids flickered back and forth as she dreamt, completely out of it.

At some point he would feel bad that he was hiding this from her – what his mist had likely discovered – but he just wanted his mate to be his own for a little while longer. To selfishly have her and ignore all the things that would distract her from him.

Gingerly rolling away to leave her floating by herself, he moved to a safe distance. He brought up his viewing disc, and the face of his enemy, alive and well, came into view. Walking beside him through the Veil was a rabbit-skulled Mavka with teal orbs.

I knew I felt that soul wander into my mist, Weldir thought, watching Jabez and his new companion. So, he wasn’t destroyed.

That was vexing – and concerning.

Even more so when he noted fully who was beside him.

I don’t know her soul. He brought himself into a cross-legged position, finding it even more comfortable than when he did it as a bodiless entity, and tapped his claws against one knee.

Is this perhaps Fyodor? I’ll have to manually tie our threads, so that I can find her in the future.

His brows narrowed in concern at their companionship, as they spoke closely as if they knew each other well. Too well.

Jabez climbed down the side of the Veil’s canyon wall with Fyodor above him in a low-quality dress that flapped in the wind.

When she slipped and fell, the strong male was quick to save her, and his enraged expression revealed the pain it caused him.

Yet he didn’t bark or snap at the Mavka, and just quietly assisted her – he even climbed behind her to secure her to the wall and soothe her with words.

Hmm. I didn’t foresee this happening.

Which wasn’t unusual for Weldir, who never saw anything coming. A godly flaw, but alas, something he definitely couldn’t change. He also didn’t know if he wanted to; divination was a horrible ability, as it took away the fun of the unknowns of life.

Then Jabez spoke her name, and it was different to the one Weldir knew. Zyh’lah? Like the black-and-white poisonous Nyl’therian flower? No, he pronounced it a little differently – more like Zylah.

So, this is why Lindiwe was no longer able to see her. Jabez had renamed her.

I should tell her. His mate would like to learn about these new events. I don’t want to, though. He wanted to keep it his little secret for a while longer.

He is currently harmless, as his mana has been depleted. He could see the cracks of lava in Jabez’s green-and-blue soul, the evidence of the ookmanik. Which explains why he is climbing down the side of the Veil, rather than teleporting.

A few days wasn’t much, if it meant he kept Lindiwe all to himself. I’ve grown selfish in my embodiment.

Except... it took him too long to notice the breaths behind him, and how they grew more frantic with each second. Or the quickening heartbeat that mirrored them.

His pointed ears flattening and darting back, he turned slightly to find Lindiwe behind him. He’d considered ending the scrying spell but knew there was no point. The deeply crinkled expression of worry on her face as she bit her lips together revealed she’d already seen it.

“He survived,” she rasped with fear. “He is also with Fyodor, which is why I couldn’t see her.”

She drifted a little closer, her troubled expression growing hopeless, and he snatched his naked female. He brought her sideways across his lap, ignoring the way his cock instantly grew erect again upon looking at her alluring body, and hugged her.

“Lindiwe, there is no point lingering on this. He is currently powerless without his mana, and she is safest at his side, like how Merikh was.”

“But everything we went through, the horrible things I had to do, they were... pointless.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, while her sharp little nails dug into the backs of his shoulders.

“I just wanted this to finally end.” She glanced over at the disc, its edges swirling with black smoke and glitter.

“If he’s powerless, now is the time to go after him. ”

“And enrage his companion? We both know that if she’s attached to him, she’ll fight you, and he is still a dangerous force even without his abilities. If we intervene, he may turn on her instead in revenge.”

She covered her face with her hands. He thought she was about to cry, but she drew them down while doing her best impression of a growl. “Ugh! So frustrating! I hope she eats him!”

“That would be humorous justice,” Weldir said with genuine mirth.

Lindiwe reclined in his arms, her lovely backside resting in his lap, and gave a solemn sigh. Then she brought her hands to her middle and picked at the sides of her fingers nervously. Her eyelids lowered slightly as she looked up at him, her expression assessing.

“Did you try to hide this from me? Is that why you moved away?”

He winced, but he really would have preferred he hadn’t. Controlling his expressions was more difficult than he’d ever imagined.

“Perhaps,” he answered coyly. Then, trying to subdue her possible ire before she could lash it at him, he pulled his lips back into a fanged grin. “Can you blame me? I have an exquisite female trapped in my realm, and I’m not quite finished having my way with her.”

Her bottom lip pouted forward, and she pointed up at his nose. “Compliments will get you nowhere, spirit of the void.”

He hummed out a warm chuckle. “Not quite a spirit anymore.”

She rolled her spellbinding brown eyes flecked with amber. “Demi-god, then.”

He leaned down to nibble at the side of her neck, a sensitive spot right below her ear. “Not quite that either,” he stated while lowering his voice so it was huskier.

Elation thrummed through him when she shivered in reaction, her body easy to play with to get what he wanted. Then she wriggled on his lap, on top of his aching erection, and she was so fucking lucky he didn’t retaliate by spreading her legs around his hips right there and then.

“What do you mean?”

“I may not be completely formed still, but I do have a physical form. I’m now a fully fledged god, even if my power is limited. That will only grow.”

He wasn’t stuck in some half-death; he was able to live. In that, his abilities would shift in some ways, and he was excited to discover how.

She cocked an eyebrow at him. “Does this mean you’re going to get a big ego?”

“Only if yours dances with mine.”

I doubt she understands that I’m at her mercy.

She had a god of shadows, of darkness and spirit, wrapped around her finger, and he was quite content to knot himself up further. She could be his puppeteer and guide him in this new life – he really didn’t mind.