slick. Groaning, I reach up and grip his shoulders, my nails biting into his skin. “Don’t tease,” I demand, my voice huskier than usual.
His eyes flash in pleasure as he lowers his head to rest his forehead against mine. “Yes, mate.” The words do something to me, and as he pushes his cock inside me, everything changes.
Pleasure like nothing I’ve ever known fills every pore, and I feel the exact moment the bond snaps into place, both of us crying out. Every nerve is alive, and I realise I’ve shut my eyes, and when I open them, I see Vaeril’s just above me, his expression filled with wonderment. Slowly, he thrusts into me, and we both groan in pleasure, and when he leans down, our lips meet in a tangle of tongues and teeth as he fucks me. The bond between us glows brightly, and I lose myself in the bliss as we become one.
Higher and higher he brings me, our breaths mingling as he bites down on my lip, and I throw my head back, so close now. I run my hand through his hair, my finger brushing against his pointed ear the moment my climax hits me. I cry out as waves of pleasure surge through me, and Vaeril roars as his release seconds after. Arms locked around each other, we hold each other, riding out the intensity of our coupling.
I’m not sure how long we stay that way for, but Vaeril reaches up and softly brushes the hair from my face. “My mate.” The pride in his voice brings a smile to my lips.
“My mate,” I reply, joy blooming in my chest at his returning smile.
The lazy movements of someone drawing patterns against my skin makes me smile into my pillow as I wake. “Morning,” I murmur, rolling over to see a sleepy looking Vaeril.
“Good morning, mate.”
As soon as he says the words, desire bolts through me, and his smug smile tells me that he knows the effect he’s having on me. “Is that permanent?” I actually like that I feel that way when he calls me mate. It’s so different to how it felt before, but it could become awkward if he calls me mate in public like he usually does. Vaeril obviously thinks the same because he chuckles, his eyes tracking my movements as I sit upright and the covers pool around my waist.
“No, it will fade over time.” He smiles, but his eyes dim a little as he frowns, staring at my shoulder. “Did I hurt you?”
Frowning, I raise my hand to my neck and realise he’s talking about where he bit me last night. It’s a little tender, but as soon as I touch it, desire shoots through me again. Why is everything making me so aroused? “No, but it looks like I hurt you.” I wince as I see the large bruise at the base of his neck. “I’m sorry. I’m not quite sure what came over me.” Reaching out, I gently caress my fingers against it, and with a growl, Vaeril surges up and wraps his arms around me, pulling me on top of him. Laughing, I look down at his large smile and assume he’s not in pain from the heated gleam in his eyes.
“It’s part of the mating process, a visible symbol of the mating bond.” He makes that purring noise I’m starting to love.
Tilting my head, I smile slightly as I look at the mark again with a new appreciation. “So if they see this mark, everyone will know you’re mine?”
“Yes,” he answers with a grin.
“Good.” I’ve never been a possessive person before, but the idea that other elves might look at Vaeril suddenly makes me angry. The thought that he’s now marked, that he’s mine, settles a new part of me that I didn’t know I possessed.
“That’s the mating bond. It’s awakened some of your fae instincts. The possessiveness will fade,” he promises, which helps calm me. It’s strange, I was able to feel him before, but it’s like he was really far away, like I could hear him but not well, muffled. Now I can feel his thoughts easily.
“Vaeril! Clarissa! I’m coming in, so cover up anything you don’t want me to see,” Naril calls out, and although he’s trying to joke, his voice sounds off. Something is wrong. Vaeril senses it too and helps me off him, passing me the bedsheets so I can cover myself.
I just manage to pull them up when I hear