I’d never seen Deston this vulnerable. I didn’t even think, I just kissed my mate.
I gave him the kiss I’d dreamed of giving him. Slow and sweet and leisurely. The kind that said—I see you. I admire you. I love you with all my heart. Now and forever.
When he pulled back, his eyes were filled with something besides that awful emptiness. They sparkled with stars. Only for a second, so quickly that when I blinked, they’d turned back to their usual pitiless black, gilded with glowing embers.
Despite the damage, despite what had been done to him, Deston was beautiful. Beyond beautiful.
He looked otherworldly, a hint of blue veins showing through his pale skin, his long dark lashes curling against carved out cheeks. But more than his looks, I was drawn to the power that lurked inside a powerful vampire, filled with endless magic tempered by icy intellect and self-control.
With my hands on his shoulders, I drew him to me, tilting my throat until it was inches from his fangs. I ached to have his teeth in me. Had dreamed about it, time and time again. Woken up soaked and writhing, horny beyond all reason.
Deston pushed my hair back, winding the strand tightly around one hand and pulled my head further down, holding me tightly in place.
Through the bond, Deston’s emotions tangled together, as if they were at war. Part of him resisted. Part of him doubted this—final step, whatever that meant—was the right thing to do. The tips of his fangs scratched up my neck, paused over my artery, his lips barely brushing my skin.
My heart was hammering in my chest, my breath quick and choppy.
Please, Deston. Please. I need your teeth in me.
I didn’t understand why this was so important, but my yearning went beyond logical. The need was primitive, as if some long-forgotten part of my brain demanded it. I scooted closer, widened my hips until the hardness of his cock pressed against my pelvis, only a layer of thin fabric separating us.
Are you sure, mon amour? This will.. His breath grew heated against my neck. This will make the mating bond permanent. You must be sure this is what you want.
“Bite me, damn it.” I hissed. “Every piece of me wants this.”
Deston bit down gently, his fangs sliding in with the barest pinch of pain, his lips trapping the blood, spilling not a single drop. Then I lost myself in the gentle suction, the slide of his lips against my skin.
My mating mark heated. Cooled, as I lost myself in the gentle pulls of Deston’s lips.
And then I felt it. The push and pull of something between us. An echo of power, our hearts beating in tandem, the blood pounding through our veins, breath shuddering in our lungs.
The smell of arousal tinged the air—ripe, almost—as our magic bridged the two bodies that separate it, twining into a single, unbreakable strand. We become one, Deston’s thoughts sliding seamlessly into mine, and I tasted my own blood as if it was in my mouth, exotic and rich.
The mating mark flared wildly, and a phantom chain, stronger than before, forged from magic and need snapped firmly into place. With my eyes closed, I could see it, burning like forged iron, sparks flying from where it was connected to me. And to Deston.
Then I snapped back into my own body, the mating mark pulsing, as if in afterglow.
We were immortal, we had infinity before us. We could take forever, if we wanted.