thinking about the possibilities. Zed’s cum leaked from his ass. He wanted to be covered in it.
Zed pushed Luka’s strawberry-blond hair out of his eyes. “My saliva and seed inside will help your body heal faster. I wouldn’t hurt you, but I’m going to fuck you long and hard. It looks like my mate has an insatiable desire for sex.”
“Please, the only thing I desire is my mate’s cock. I’m just not sure he can keep up.”
The look in Zed’s eyes promised a night he’d never forget.
Chapter Eight
Zed rubbed a hand down Luka’s back. His small mate subconsciously moved into the touch. For the last week, they connected their bodies over and over again, but it wasn’t enough for either of them. They needed to always be touching, so fingers caressed, arms touched, thighs rubbed against each other.
The recent changes felt good. No, it felt better than good, it felt amazing. For over a thousand years, Zed walked the Earth. Only now did he realize the cold loneliness that invaded his heart. It had made him bitter and distant. When problems happened, he shrugged his shoulders. If it didn’t affect him, then it didn’t matter. After all, he’d seen the worst the world had to offer from supernaturals and humans. When wizards started to hunt dragons or shifters tried to kill different shifters, that’s what he had expected. Other supernaturals always tried to take over, seizing control through murder and deceit. If someone had more power or started to move too fast up the ranks, he had better watch for the knife aiming for his back. The worst part was the backstabbing often came from a friend.
Hate and violence surrounded him. When did he become apathetic to it? Two, maybe, three hundred years ago when Ned left. Thankfully, Sage and Jacob entered his life. Those two reminded him that innocent victims still existed. That’s when the warmth reentered his life.
Looking at Luka, the warmth turned into a sauna. With the small elf, everything inside melted. He wanted a safe world, so his mate no longer had to witness violence.
He closed his eyes and felt the bond between them. A sense of peace washed over him. A bright rope tangled around their bodies. A warmth he’d never known before filled every crevice. Luka’s energy shone so bright he basked in the light. He was addicted. When Luka slept, he sat watching or lay on the bed with both arms wrapped around the small elf.
Even now, Luka nestled perfectly in his arms. His mate’s breathing started to change. Zed pressed his lips to Luka’s forehead.
Dark, violet-blue eyes stared up at him. It took a moment for the reality to set in. His beautiful mate went from guarded fear to complete comprehension in a matter of seconds. Then the fear started to dissipate and the love returned.
Zed hated Kane. Now more than ever. Before he dreamed of killing the elf king, but a quick death was too good for him. A slow, painful, drawn-out death is what the man deserved. He would let Kane think that each time, he’d end the pain, but then he’d heal the elf and start from scratch. Maybe after five hundred years or so, he’d be satisfied and let the man finally die, but only after centuries of begging and pleading. Kane deserved much worse for hurting his gentle mate.
After the realization that he was awake passed through Luka, a large smile spread across the elf’s face. Zed smiled back, but the smile reflected his dark thoughts. Luka froze. A small shaking hand reached for him.
“Are you all right?”
The question held an innocent curiosity. Luka bit his lip, waiting nervously for Zed’s answer. Luka’s eyes continued to hold warmth and love. The fear was still there, but not as strong. He reached a hand out and Luka stiffened, but this time didn’t flinch. Gently, his fingers moved through his mate’s long, strawberry-blond hair. After a few seconds, Luka leaned into the hand, closed his eyes, and savored the feel of skin against skin.
“You were sick
Zed pushed Luka’s strawberry-blond hair out of his eyes. “My saliva and seed inside will help your body heal faster. I wouldn’t hurt you, but I’m going to fuck you long and hard. It looks like my mate has an insatiable desire for sex.”
“Please, the only thing I desire is my mate’s cock. I’m just not sure he can keep up.”
The look in Zed’s eyes promised a night he’d never forget.
Chapter Eight
Zed rubbed a hand down Luka’s back. His small mate subconsciously moved into the touch. For the last week, they connected their bodies over and over again, but it wasn’t enough for either of them. They needed to always be touching, so fingers caressed, arms touched, thighs rubbed against each other.
The recent changes felt good. No, it felt better than good, it felt amazing. For over a thousand years, Zed walked the Earth. Only now did he realize the cold loneliness that invaded his heart. It had made him bitter and distant. When problems happened, he shrugged his shoulders. If it didn’t affect him, then it didn’t matter. After all, he’d seen the worst the world had to offer from supernaturals and humans. When wizards started to hunt dragons or shifters tried to kill different shifters, that’s what he had expected. Other supernaturals always tried to take over, seizing control through murder and deceit. If someone had more power or started to move too fast up the ranks, he had better watch for the knife aiming for his back. The worst part was the backstabbing often came from a friend.
Hate and violence surrounded him. When did he become apathetic to it? Two, maybe, three hundred years ago when Ned left. Thankfully, Sage and Jacob entered his life. Those two reminded him that innocent victims still existed. That’s when the warmth reentered his life.
Looking at Luka, the warmth turned into a sauna. With the small elf, everything inside melted. He wanted a safe world, so his mate no longer had to witness violence.
He closed his eyes and felt the bond between them. A sense of peace washed over him. A bright rope tangled around their bodies. A warmth he’d never known before filled every crevice. Luka’s energy shone so bright he basked in the light. He was addicted. When Luka slept, he sat watching or lay on the bed with both arms wrapped around the small elf.
Even now, Luka nestled perfectly in his arms. His mate’s breathing started to change. Zed pressed his lips to Luka’s forehead.
Dark, violet-blue eyes stared up at him. It took a moment for the reality to set in. His beautiful mate went from guarded fear to complete comprehension in a matter of seconds. Then the fear started to dissipate and the love returned.
Zed hated Kane. Now more than ever. Before he dreamed of killing the elf king, but a quick death was too good for him. A slow, painful, drawn-out death is what the man deserved. He would let Kane think that each time, he’d end the pain, but then he’d heal the elf and start from scratch. Maybe after five hundred years or so, he’d be satisfied and let the man finally die, but only after centuries of begging and pleading. Kane deserved much worse for hurting his gentle mate.
After the realization that he was awake passed through Luka, a large smile spread across the elf’s face. Zed smiled back, but the smile reflected his dark thoughts. Luka froze. A small shaking hand reached for him.
“Are you all right?”
The question held an innocent curiosity. Luka bit his lip, waiting nervously for Zed’s answer. Luka’s eyes continued to hold warmth and love. The fear was still there, but not as strong. He reached a hand out and Luka stiffened, but this time didn’t flinch. Gently, his fingers moved through his mate’s long, strawberry-blond hair. After a few seconds, Luka leaned into the hand, closed his eyes, and savored the feel of skin against skin.
“You were sick
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