Seven Courts of Love and Magic

Chapter 33

Zaria

The first touch of his mouth against me has me breathless and panting. My legs rest on his shoulders, the bedsheets fisted in my hands. His grip on my thighs is tight when I look down at his fingers digging into my skin. I buck my hips upward against his hold at my side, pinning me against the bed, his tongue pushing deeper. My eyes roll back into my head.

His fingers replace his mouth and a loud moan escapes my lips. "Nyx, I want you inside of me," I say between pants.

He looks up, his eyes hungry between my legs. Gradually, he moves up the length of my body, burying his head against my neck, kissing me there, pumping both his fingers unapologetically.

I grip the back of his neck, driving my head hard against the pillow beneath me. "Nyx, please."

At my request, he removes his hand, dragging his wet fingers up my middle. I writhe under his touch. He moves over me quickly, the feeling of him nudging my entrance excruciating. His nose presses against the side of my head. "Are you sure?"

Was I sure? The last time we did this I was left both full and broken. He disappointed me when I needed him the most, when Prythian needed him the most. My mate. The word meant nothing to me, I believed in love. But I also believed in the universe. Your mate, your equal. I believed him to be my equal, but did I love him? Could I trust him again?

"Yes," I breathe. "Yes."

"Thank fuck." He lets out a relieved groan, thrusting forward. I gasp at the feeling of him inside me again, better than the first time. The heat growing deep in my stomach is almost unbearable. It blinds me of all feeling except that of Nyx's skin against mine, the fervent force of his body against my own. My fingers drag down his back, his skin as hot as the fire that binds us. He shakes against me when I lightly trace the muscles of his wings spread broadly above us, grazing the edges of the walls, the glamour from the party since dissolved.

He lifts his head and I lock my gaze on the deep blue of his eyes, darkened with desire. There's something in his expression I can't place. He raises a hand to my face, his thumb brushing my lips. He whispers my name.

I swallow, my throat dry. "I'm yours."

"My mate." He says the word like he can't believe it.

With one last thrust, I tip over the edge. I burst into oblivion. Nyx jumps after me, pulling his wings in tight to catch up. He wraps his arms around me and we spiral through the open space, hurtling toward sweet release and the wide sky.