Dianthe's Awakening
guards and I would not have even noticed.
    His deep chuckle filled me internally even as he devoured me.
    "I do not think the queen would appreciate that as much as some."
    The meanings of those words were beyond me, all bar the sensation of his mouth on mine and his wandering hands. Damn, the man had talent.
    Somehow, we were reduced to our natural skin and the ground below us had gone from the hard packed earth of the training field to soft caressing moss.
    My head fell back when he left my lips and worked his way down to my breast. The girls were definitely appreciative of his attention and stood at the ready.
    He unerringly zeroed onto my right breast, which was by far the more sensitive one. How did men know these things?
    With a growl he latched on to the puckered tip of my nipple, sucking hard before he drew back letting his teeth graze over the pebbled peek.
    My legs were already spread wide as he leaned over me, his hips resting in the vee of my thighs.
    One hand cupped the right breast and massaged, as he bent his head back with a moan and began nursing at my breast.
    Ohhh hell, that felt better than good. My eyes rolled back into the back of my head and my head fell back since I was too busy arching my chest up into his mouth. I needed more.
    Before, I could connect the sensations my body spasmed. "Oh God," I screamed.
    I could not even comprehend the sensations ricocheting through my body. I was in the grip of a major orgasm with only his mouth to set me off.
    The cheeky bastard had the audacity to laugh at me, breaking away from my nipple to grin.
    "You called, my heart?"
    He grinned at me unabashedly before slipping a hand between my thighs.
    "Did you need more? I'm sure that's what you said..." he trailed off and slipped one, long, perfect finger into the heat of my core.
    "Easy, love," he murmured when I instinctively arched into his touch.
    One large hand lowered to my stomach and held me immobile while he moved further down my body to watch his slow torture of me.
    "You are so exquisitely perfect, Dianthe. For months now, I have watched you. Even as you first charmed my hound, you intrigued me. I have never wanted more than simple pleasure and the duty of my Hunt until I met you."
    A second finger had joined the first and he worked them in and out, thrusting deeper and upward against that perfect spot. I did not even try to hide the moans coming from me as he fucked me with his fingers, all the while telling me how we had come to this.
    "It was the day in the grotto that I knew. I had suspected before then, but that day you made me yours. I understood you were still more human than not and still unready to take the next step.
    "You had to let go of that last tether holding you, and today you did," he smiled triumphantly. "Do you know what that means, my heart?"
    "What," I nearly cried from the overwhelming pleasure he was causing, Desperate for him to continue to give me more still.
    "It means, Dianthe, that today you become mine. That your very being has joined with mine and eternally we are bound. In body and soul," he growled roughly, pulling his fingers from me and coming abruptly to his knees.
    With ease, he lifted my hips and spread me wider while at the same time pulling me onto his lap.
    "Tell me, Dianthe," he commanded. "Tell me that you are mine and I am yours. Swear to me your heart and soul and finish the binding between us."
    "The others," I managed, holding back the words that were screaming within me to be released.
    "Are part and parcel of our bond. They are as much part of you as I am." His words released something inside of me and I screamed.
    "Yes, God, yes! I'm yours, Cernunnos. I bind you to me and me to you. Forever and a day until the sun shall rise no more!"
    The last was a sob and a plea. However, it was drowned out with his roar as he threw his head back and bellowed to the heavens in the voice of the god he was.
    "I accept your bond. I am yours and you are mine. We are bound forever

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