A deep growl rumbles in his throat as he pushes in the last few inches, sheathing to the hilt. And I scream, scream at the sensation of being filled so completely, my body already clenching around him, never wanting to let him leave.
“Fuck,” he growls, holding us tight, not letting either of us move. His lips dip to my neck. “You feel so fucking good, Baby, do you know that? You’re so soft.”
“Do I feel as good as I taste?” I smirk.
“The gods themselves will have to pry me out of you.” He gives a little pump, not fully leaving, but enough to jolt my whole body with white-hot heat.
I moan, and he moves his hand to rub my clit. My core tightens, nearly coming with the sensation. I wiggle on his cock, needy for friction. As if he can sense my desperation, he begins to move, holding me tight by the waist at the edge of the railing as he pumps in and out.
“Dayton!” I cry, clinging to his neck, pulling at his hair. He pulls out, almost to the tip before sliding back in slowly. “You’re torturing me.”
He does it again, grinning like the Cheshire Cat as inch by agonizing inch, he slides deeper inside. Then he lifts me off the bridge railing and into his arms, pumping faster and faster. I have no idea how he has the strength to do that and hold me, but I am completely and utterly at his mercy.
He brings a wet tongue to my ear, then says lowly, “I do recall you promising to fuck me in a goblin’s blood. The blood has washed away, but …”
He lowers himself to the slick cobblestone, me still on top of him, legs falling to either side of his waist, cock still deep inside me. His teal eyes blaze. “You’re in control now, Rosie. So, fuck me like the wild, uninhibited goddess I know lives inside you.”
I slam my hands on his rain-slicked chest, and a smile rises on my face. I move, lifting myself to the tip of his cock before slamming down hard. The sensation rattles us both. He tilts his head back, neck muscles straining, and groans. So I do it again. And again. Faster and faster, until my fingers are leaving red scratches along his chest, my breasts are bouncing, and he’s lifting his hips to match me thrust by thrust.
My voice is hoarse from calling his name. Something feral flashes in his eyes as he rises, holding me in his lap as we continue this pace, our bodies working in tandem.
My inner muscles tighten, and he slams me down hard, and I know I can’t hold on much longer. “Day, I’m—”
“Come, Baby. Take it, take this cock.” His teeth graze my neck, hands tangled in my soaking hair. I’m his. My body wracks with euphoric bliss as I come undone around him.
He roars and I feel his own release explode, cock spasming as he spills deep inside me. I press down on his lap, wanting to take it all. Somehow in the daze, his lips meet mine, and we tumble to the cobblestone.
I’m not sure how long we lie there, him still inside me, the rain cooling our heated bodies, but eventually he pulls out and rolls to the side.
Pure euphoric bliss fills me as I fall to my back, blinking as the rain pours down, the taste sweet on my tongue. A laugh bubbles up within me, but when I don’t hear Dayton answer it, I turn to him.
He’s staring straight up, one hand clenched to his chest, an almost pained expression on his face. Pain? Why, when what happened was just so wonderful?
It hits me with shocking clarity.
He didn’t feel it. Did I feel it? I let out an animalistic cry, my own hand flying to my chest. Desperately, I try to recall how it felt with Kel, with Farron. It had been the same, hadn’t it? This feeling had been answered by them, but with Dayton …
No, no, no. It’s not possible. He’s my mate, too. I know it.
Dayton sits up, sighing. The rain clouds begin to part, and it feels more ominous than it should. Like an ending.
“Let’s go inside.” He grabs his pants and laces them up.
Tears fall down my cheeks, now no longer hidden by the rain. “I was so sure …”
Dayton picks up Kel’s sheathed sword and only gives me a quick, sympathetic shrug. Like that’s all this loss is to him—a shrug. But what this really means is … There is someone else out there for him.
I shake my head, drawing my knees up to cover my naked body. “No, something is wrong. It hasn’t awoken yet. It wasn’t the right time. We can go find some will-o’-wisps and see if your bond is still all tangled and—”
“I died in front of you.” Dayton turns, anger lacing his words. “You watched me get pierced by three arrows and collapse, and the bond didn’t awaken.” He kneels and cups my face. “We made love, fucking glorious love. And the bond didn’t awaken. Because there is no bond between us. We’re not mates, Rosalina.”