Page 155 of A Trial of Two Worlds
My grip on his wrists tightened as I held him in place. Clenching my thighs, I sat down, seating his cock deep inside me, raking my teeth along the side of Daxton’s neck.
“You’re mine,” I growled as I bit into his flesh.
The heated iron liquid of Daxton’s blood rushed across my tongue in sweet satisfaction. My mate groaned beneath me as he came.
My magic sank into the mark on his neck, sealing our bond and my everlasting claim of Daxton Aegaeon as mine.
Dax’s groans of pleasure continued as I released my hold on his wrists, allowing him to clutch onto my hips and pump his release farther into me, feeling our connection transcend what we held before my claiming mark.
I released my bite, leaning back to admire the mark that I would make sure to re-stake whenever the opportunity presented itself. I slid from Daxton’s lap, and he rose up and grasped the base of my neck, kissing me like a maddened male in search of a cure.
“Don’t for one second think we’re done yet, Spitfire.” He huffed a dark laugh as he lay me on my back, drinking in the sight of me. “It’s my turn.”
The prospect of him laying a claiming mark sent a crazed thrill through me that floated through our bond.
Daxton stilled as he hovered over me, bringing my wrist to his lips. “My mark from before is no longer here. I won’t stand for any other imagining they have a chance with you.”
I didn’t realize it until now, but his scar, likely all my scars, had disappeared. The only mark remaining was the three eight-pointed star design, now filled with crimson.
“Please, Daxton,” I said in a breathy whisper. “Claim me.”
A devilish smile crept across his lips. “As you command, my alpha queen.”
I lay back as Daxton’s massive frame towered over me. Gods be damned, we’d fought to get here. We’d earned the right to finally claim each other.
Daxton positioned himself between my open thighs, lowering himself to run his tongue along my clit before his fingers slipped inside.
“Daxton,” I rasped as he devoured me, his fingers curling in just the right way to make me see stars.
“That’s right, my queen,” Daxton purred against me. “Say my name again. Scream it loud enough so the whole fucking world knows who you belong to.”
“Daxton!” I cried out as the build-up spiraled through me, teetering on the edge.
My mate pulled back, licking his fingers as his eyes traced over my naked body spread out before him. “Fuck, you’re perfection, Skylar.”
“When you claim me,” I said between rapid breaths, “the heat will likely settle in, and—”
“I’m aware,” Daxton said with a grin, moving over me. “The need to take you will be all-consuming.” Daxton’s voice dropped, sending trickles of anticipation up my spine as he slowly kissed my lower stomach. “The need to satisfy my instinct to take you will be so intense that we won’t have much sanity once under its sway.”
“Do fae experience this?” I asked.
“We call it a frenzy,” he said, a low possessive growl sounding in his throat as he looked me over. “I’malready feeling the effects of the bond, and I’m ready to take you again, my spitfire.”
My eyes darted between us, heat pooling in my core, biting my lip at the sight of his length hardening.
“I’m warning you,” he growled, grasping my chin and forcing my gaze back to him. “I’ll be unhinged when it comes to you, Skylar. More than I already am.”
My heart skipped as my phoenix sang in delight, approving of this male.
“I’m ready,” I said.
Wetness dribbled along my inner thighs at the anticipation of him claiming me. Daxton’s eyes darkened as he kissed me, adjusting his hips as he slowly, ever so fucking slowly, slid his cock into me—my body quivering with pleasure beneath him.
“You’re mine,” Daxton said as he thrust his hips forward, slamming to the hilt.
Arching my back, I moaned, clutching onto his shoulders as his teeth grazed over the base of my neck. His hot breath sent a trickle of pleasure radiating through my core, the anticipation of his mark driving me wild.
“Dax—” I pleaded as he opened his mouth, biting down onto my neck.
