Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49027 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49027 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
“Fucking gods above, Boraleashe,” Theodor growled, his voice hardened by possessiveness. “You are fucking mine now.”
Boraleashe
Yours, Boraleashe’s soul confessed. All yours.
Theodor’s predatory scent invaded his senses, intoxicating him. Pleasure soared through his body and erupted into a warmth that penetrated his icy interior. The world outside Theodor’s robe disappeared, and the sounds of the hail pounding against the mountaintop faded into the distance. The only sounds were the promises Theodor made from his titan heart.
He lifted his right leg high over Theodor’s hip and arched his chest toward the sky. Indescribable hardness pulsated inside him, his hips controlled and yanked back into Theodor’s pelvis. His future husband thrust with deep, languid strokes that shifted his mind.
“Love you so damn much, Boraleashe,” Theodor moaned, his voice smooth like simmering molasses. “It’s always been you.”
Boraleashe no longer had dominion over his body, and it felt good to be able to hand over his iron-clad control to someone he now trusted with his life. To the one who possessed whatever remained of his heart. A titan, an heir, the Treasure of the Realms. A man who’d proven time and again he’d always be there for him through the good and the disastrous. Theodor had cherished him and kept him safe so valiantly that Boraleashe now craved it, needed him like he needed his wind.
Opening his special heart to someone had been Boraleashe’s greatest fear. Fear of it getting devastated, broken, or worse, abused. Receiving his heart would come with the force of a great blizzard, almost too much for one to survive. But being wrapped in Theodor Cavalerie’s arms at the peak of the highest mountain in his realm, he knew he was worthy. His king was worth the risk.
Theodor licked a blazing trail along the side of Boraleashe’s throat, then back to his mouth. “I’m gonna come inside of you, Boraleashe, fill you with my seed right in front of this fucking demon god that dared to curse what was mine.”
Gold Reaper burned bright with the fiery colors of the autumn sun.
“I want it to watch us,” Theodor growled.
He removed one hand from Boraleashe’s hip and thrust his balled fist into his robe, making it jerk away from the ground and hover over them like a canopy.
The moon wasn’t near as low in the sky as it had been, but it hadn’t retreated. Boraleashe reached behind him and held on to the back of Theodor’s head. He was pulled tighter in confident arms, his lord keeping him warm with his heated body while keeping him on the precipice of delirium with his cock.
“Tell me,” Theodor urged in his ear.
He eased his dick out inch by torturous inch before thrusting back inside and hitting that spot that had Boraleashe seeing stars instead of storm clouds.
“Tell me how you feel about your king?” Theodor emphasized with his cock, again, and again, and again, driving it deeper every damn time. “Tell me you want me to make you feel like this for eternity.”
Heat from Gold Reaper pierced Boraleashe’s spine and spread behind his sternum. Theodor’s strokes sped up. Faster, harder, determined, powered by a force Boraleashe had never felt before but was somehow familiar with.
Apple and pine-scented winds circled above them, their merged elements forming a protective cyclone that deflected flying branches, hail, rocks, and other forest debris from coming close.
Boraleashe grunted at Theodor’s strong hip pressed against him. Impaling him on his solid dick, which was buried so deep inside him he struggled to keep hold of his sanity.
“Mmmm. Say it… out loud.”
Boraleashe gave up all resistance and went pliant in Theodor’s arms. “I do love you, Theodor. There’s no curse strong enough to stop it.” Boraleashe’s back arched even more, his chest jutting out in vulnerability. In mercy.
“I love you too,” Theodor professed before he thrust home one last time and filled Boraleashe with so much heat his eyes rolled and his orgasm tore through him.
Boraleashe clutched onto the corded forearm, which was warm where it rested over his chest, while his dick was squeezed and milked for every drop of essence. His body spasmed, wracked with ecstasy, while Theodor held him in place until he finished throbbing inside him.
“Don’t let go.”
“Never.”
With that peace in his mind and Theodor’s love penetrating his stubborn core, Boraleashe closed his eyes and thanked the gods. He prayed he’d see the morning’s light when he woke.
Or he’d die in the arms of his king.
Either would be glorious.
Theodor
A New Day
The ground was cruel to Theodor’s back. He turned onto his side, trying to bend and stretch out the kinks. He was exhausted from watching Boraleashe sleep for hours while keeping a close eye on the Snow Moon. Last he remembered was watching the smoking black entity retreat into an obsidian sky and Boraleashe’s pine-scented wind saturate the atmosphere.
Theodor squeezed his eyes shut harder at the extraordinary light trying to cut through his closed lids. Damn. He didn’t remember leaving Gold Reaper burning when he dozed off to sleep, but he must have. He rumbled the spell to extinguish the flame… but nothing happened. The light was still there, still too damn much. The fuck?