The last sliver of silver in Calix's eyes vanished, his pupil's swallowing the irises whole. The tether linking me to his emotions turned taut, nearly snapping with the weight of need between us.

I trembled in his grip. Equal parts desperate and afraid to be ravished by the bestial male. There was nothing of the teasing tenderness he usually displayed, and I knew if he took me now, it would be an act of dominance. A chance to intertwine his scent with mine so deeply that no words would be needed for other Fae to know who I belonged to.

"Do it," I whispered when he remained frozen in place.

There must be some small part of his rational mind that remained in control, desperately trying to talk him off the cliff's edge. He still didn't fully believe me, then. That I wanted forever with him.

"Seal the bond, Calix. I am yours, and you are mine."

A groan fell from his mouth, and the room tilted as I fell back onto the mattress. Shocked, I struggled to push up to my elbows, the down mattress and plush furs making it difficult to rise. Calix was no longer before me, but before I could call out his name, black mist blurred around my body, lifting and setting me in the center of the bed.

"Oh gods," I moaned as the black ribbons slipped under my clothes, caressing me in my most intimate places with such a featherlight touch that I half wondered if I imagined it. And most certainly wanted more of it.

It swirled around my nipples, earning a gasp, and then wrapped around my arms, forcing them over my head and binding my wrists together. Panting, I struggled against the ties while looking at the end of the bed where the rest of the mist gathered and materialized into the breathtaking form of my mate.

"H-how?" I demanded when I realized my hands were still tied together. It had never occurred to me that Calix could wield the mist as an extension of himself. I thought it was something that happened when he shifted to teleport.

"You're not in a position to ask questions," he told me, stripping out of his tunic, revealing his golden abs, and the Adonis belt that dipped below his low slung trousers. His eyes remained black as he swept them over me. Tied up and completely at his mercy. 

I licked my lips and pressed my thighs together, craving a relief from the pressure building between my legs. He hissed and wrenched my legs apart, pushing them wide and pressing them into the mattress. The grin that spread across his face made me want to slap him, then kiss him until we ran out of breath.

"You bound my hands, not my mouth," I replied, rolling my hips in an attempt to dislodge his grip. It only encouraged him to hold me tighter.

"Oh, don't worry, little moon," he purred, kneeling between my legs. "Your mouth will be plenty busy soon enough."

Bending his head, he sank his lengthened canines into the thick fabric of my trousers, and with one savage yank, he ripped a hole in the middle, exposing my soaking sex to him. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he inhaled deeply, and I was shocked that not a shred of embarrassment went through me.

This male didn't care that we'd been roughing it for days without bathing. Everything about me delighted him, and if that wasn't the biggest turn on, I wasn't sure what could top it.

"This fucking pussy," he growled, taking one leg off my hand so he could slide a finger through my wetness. "I have dreamed of nothing but tasting you again since you came to me on Samhain. Dreamed of you coming on my tongue."

I whimpered as his searching digit sank slowly inside of me. A tease of what was to come, or at least what I hoped was to come. If he did all this to me tonight, and kept his cock from me again... Well, that wasn't even worth imagining, because it wouldn't be possible. The only thing that would stop a male as far gone as Calix was a no from my lips, and there was no way in hell I'd be saying that tonight.

Hoping he would get the hint, I tried to hook my leg around his waist and pull him closer to me. Instead, mist poured from his body and pushed my thighs back into the bed, freeing his hands while keeping me firmly in place. What an obscene image I must make. Hands bound above my head and legs forced open. Like prey trussed up for the predator.

Calix crooked his finger, hitting that perfect spot inside of me, making me arch off the bed. With each stroke, stars crowded my vision, and I thrashed against my bindings, the approaching climax making my limbs tense and cramp. If only I could stretch out... I was so close.

And then his warm mouth closed over my clit, and on the next plunge of his finger, he sucked hard. I came with a scream that rattled the rafters, and he did not relent, thrusting into me as he sucked and licked, pushing me up the summit again and again until my last release drenched the bed and his face.

He wiped his shining face with the back of his hand. Sitting back on his knees, he sent more mist out, this time using it to rip my top from my body, leaving it hanging off my arms and exposing my breasts.

"Who do you belong to, Luna?" Calix asked, flicking my nipples with his mist while he unbuckled the belt on his trousers.

"You," I sobbed, so spent I couldn't summon any teasing remarks. What he'd just done...just in foreplay, had left me undone. He owned me. Not just my soul, but my body. It was his to do with as he pleased.

His trousers went off the side of the bed, and he returned to his previous position between my open legs. Only now his enormous cock jutted up between his legs, and he stroked it with a hand still damp with my cum.

"Hmm..." Calix dragged the tip down my seam, sending a shiver along my spine. "I don't know if I believe you. You're too stubborn to give in so easily."

"No, no, no. I mean it." The mist at my breasts drifted to my throat, banding there like a choker and squeezing tight.

The pressure around my neck grew tighter, and he lined himself up with my center. Only dim memories from our night together remained, but I couldn't forget how big he was. How much my body had stretched to accommodate his cock, and I was eager to experience that fullness again. On our terms this time.

"Please, Calix," I begged. "Fuck me."

"I suppose since you said please," Calix whispered, but he didn't thrust his hips forward.

Instead, he filled his hands with my breasts, leaned down, and pulled a hardened nipple into his warm mouth. I arched against him, eyes rolling back in my head as the movement brought the head of his cock against my center. If only I could move just a fraction closer, he would slide into my waiting warmth, and from the way his lips curled up in a grin against my breast, he was aware of that fact.

Languidly, he moved his mouth to the other breast, kneading both of them with his strong fingers as he feasted. Never had I felt more worshipped than I did in this moment, and when he pulled away, his chest rumbled with a deep growl of pure male satisfaction as he surveyed the mess he'd made of me.

His fingers danced over the growing red streaks where his stubble had grazed my sensitive skin, and I suspected I had matching spots on my thighs. It didn't matter to me where he left his marks as long as he marked me. As his. For everyone to know. I might have been raised as a human, but my heart was entirely Fae in this matter.

"Tell me you want this," he said, his silver eyes dimming for a brief moment as some deeply buried insecurity rose like a shield between us.

"Use your senses," I urged him. "You can smell my need. Hear my heart race. My desire is on your tongue."

His hands shook against my waist. "Tell me it's real this time. That you want me."

Him. Not his body. Not just sex. This wasn't some means to an end. Working on pure instinct, I searched inside of myself for the faint tether between us. The mate bond. Weak and unsealed. But still there.

And I pushed every ounce of desire and...I faltered as something else rushed down the bond. Love. A tidal wave of pure love pulsed across the bond—mine and his, merging into a single emotion. A single stream of consciousness.

I love you.

All the tension seeped out of Calix, and his eyes blazed bright enough to blind. The bindings made of mist disappeared around my legs, but the ones on my arms remained, leaving me utterly at his mercy. He gripped my thighs before they closed together, pushed them to my chest, and drove himself into me in a single, hard thrust that made me scream.

"Fuck," he panted, his expression nearly pained as he allowed me to adjust to him.

But I didn't need time to adjust. I was so wet and needy, and he fit me like a missing puzzle piece, perfectly snug and hitting all the right places.

"This time it's real, Luna," he told me, letting one leg drift back to the bed while the other propped against his shoulder. He cupped the back of my neck and pulled me to him for a kiss.

"It's always been real," I gasped against his mouth, and when he freed my hands, I tangled my fingers in his hair, holding on as he pounded his body into mine.

I can do nothing but take what he gave me at this angle, and with every thrust, he drove us up the bed. Each stroke pushed me toward the pinnacle again, but it wasn't quite enough—

As soon as I had the thought, Calix shifted, letting my other leg drop to the side. I fell backward, hands going to my bouncing breasts, nipples still damp from his tongue. His eyes shined brighter, and it's almost like I could see myself through them. An image of carnal perfection speared over and over on his cock while I touched myself.

"Perfection," he whispered in an echo of my thoughts before he reached between us and swiped his thumb over my clit.

My screams shook the windows, while Calix held my hands and pushed them over my head. This second coming is so much more intense as my walls flutter around him. But he doesn't slow. With his chest pressed to mine, his hips jerked against me in a punishing rhythm.

His cock went deeper this way, and he never fully retreated. I wrapped my trembling legs around his waist and lifted my hips to meet him, my breath hitching as the grind of his pelvis against mine relit a familiar fire.

"Oh gods," I panted, slapping my hands over his ass and digging my fingers into the flexing muscles. Does he even know how fucking perfect he is? "I'm going to come again."

"And again and again," he told me, his breath hot against my ear before his teeth scraped the sensitive shell.

I whimpered, desperate for the multiple releases he promised me, even as I wonder if I can survive it. If each orgasm is more intense than the last, when he's done with me, I'll be nothing but limp bones lying in a puddle. Something like amusement drifted across the bond between us, but I'm too consumed by what's happening on the outside to focus on it long.

With a groan, Calix pulled out of me and turned me to my stomach, thrusting back in before I registered the sense of loss. He was merciless as he stretched over me, the front of his thighs pressing into the back of mine, and the sound of flesh striking flesh echoed around the room.

"Are you ready?" He asked me, grabbing a handful of my hair and lifting my face out of the mattress. His lips nuzzled against my throat.

"For everything," I responded, not one hundred percent certain what he was asking, but knowing my answer wouldn't change.

Sharp pain erupted against my throat as his canines sank into my artery, and my chest squeezed so tight my heart shuddered to a complete stop. Time froze everywhere except inside of me as fire scoured my veins, destroying all that I was. Everything was gone but the bond.

And then, all at once, the pain gave way to the greatest pleasure I have ever experienced. A swell of euphoria began where our bodies were joined and pushed out to the furthest reaches of every limb. There was no way to distinguish my pleasure from his as he roared his release. Maybe it's because there was no separation. He and I were the same. A single being.

Whole.

And when my eyes drifted closed in exhaustion and contentment, there was an answering echo as my heart began again.