My Salvation - Page 93

Using his hand, he guided his cock to her opening and nudged forward slowly. His mate, reaching the end of her endurance, lifted her hips and impaled herself fully.

“Yess,” she hissed.

He started slow, withdrawing at a steady pace, but when her head began to thrash back and forth, he knew she was ready. Without warning, he slammed forward roughly.

“Gods! Yes!”

He felt her reach up and dig her nails into his back. Within his chest, his bird stirred. For the first time in his life, he seemed passive and curious.

“More,” his mate demanded.

He kept up the deep thrusts until he saw her expression twist in frustration. Reaching between them, he set his middle and pointer finger on either side of her clit.

“Fuuccck!” she screamed.

He kept pace until he felt her spasming around him. Only then did he lean in to bite the side of her neck.

The taste of her blood on his tongue had his bird screeching within him.

Above them, parts of their souls surged forward to merge as one. They swirled together before separating and returning to them. The essence that headed toward his mate had spectral wings. His was a cloud of rainbows.

When the colorful cloud covered his heart, he knew they were bound for eternity.

He collapsed to one side, still deep within her body. Breathing hard, he pulled her close.

“Did he hurt you?” he asked.

“Your cock? No, he was perfect,” she said, sighing blissfully.

He withdrew, causing them both to hiss at the loss.

“No, my bird, did he hurt you?”

She rubbed her chest. “No. He seems to be nesting now. Getting comfortable.”

He went to roll and stand at the edge of the bed and miscalculated. When he landed on the floor, there was silence, then his mate’s face peering down at him from the mattress. “You okay?”

“Yup. Legs just forgot how to leg for a second.” He sat up and wobbled his way to the bathroom. He ran the water until it grew warm. After cleaning himself up, he brought back a couple wet and dry cloths for her.

When she was done, she passed them back to him. “Priest, I’m kinda still hungry. Actually, I’m famished now.”

He walked over and threw the washcloths in the sink. Grabbing a towel, he wrapped it around his waist. “I’ll go back down for our plates.”

When he opened their door, he saw that a tray filled with the food from dinner was waiting for them. Grinning, he picked it up and carried it over to the bed. “I love squires.”

Cas blushed but then laughed. “He has always been amazing.”

He sat the tray down on the bed, and they both fell on it ravishingly.

“What was he like when you were growing up?” he asked, curious about her childhood. He took a bite of pork and sighed happily.

“He was this wonderfully odd mixture of second father and older brother. Sometimes, I needed a partner in crime, and he was there for me, but other times, he reeled me in. I think he indulged me more than he should have, knowing I would be losing my parents young. He wanted me to have nothing but happy memories growing up. What about you and Merrick?”

Priest scowled at the bite of salad on the fork she was holding out for him, then took the bite. He was surprised at how much flavor there was from the combination of the vegetables. He chewed and swallowed. “Well, you’ve met my parents.”

She nodded.

“Merrick was like the voice of reason in the home. Whenever my mother had a crazy idea, he was the one to talk her off the ledge and onto more reasonable territory. He backed up my father when he had to corral my mother, and basically my entire childhood, he shot me desperate, suffering expressions as if to say, ‘I love your mother, but please do not take after her. I can only handle one’.”