Fallen University: Year Two

I wanted everything that happened between us to be as real as possible. It was impossible to avoid the magical interference of the bonds we shared, but I could at least avoid complicating things even more by fucking Kai while he was out of his right mind.

The man above me stopped moving for a moment. His thrusts against my hand paused, and he stared down at me, gazing intently into my eyes. One of his hands reached up to caress the side of my face, cupping my cheek as his thumb traced the line of my jaw, a look almost like worship crossing his features.

“Piper,” he murmured. “I know what this means. I want it. I want you.”

Hope and arousal surged in my chest, but I did my best to tamp them both down as I narrowed my eyes at him, my gaze tracking over every little nuance of his expression.

Searching for the lie.

Searching for the infection in his mind.

But his eyes were clear, glittering with keen intelligence and an emotion I couldn’t name.

Holy shit. He’s not high. The feral vamp blood is all gone. This is just Kai.

I swallowed, my throat tightening. “But what about—”

“I want you.”

He cut me off, his words so full of strength and conviction that I couldn’t even muster up a real argument. My heart thudded against my ribs as if it was straining toward him, desperate to get as close to him as possible.

“You have me, Kai,” I whispered. “Always.”

My grip on his cock loosened, and he didn’t hesitate, using the newfound freedom of motion to press inside me. He moved slowly, like he was trying to draw the moment out, to prolong the sweet satisfaction just a little while longer. His cock was long and thick, and when he bottomed out inside me, we both let out soft groans of satisfaction.

Something monumental clicked into place inside me, like a missing piece of a puzzle had been returned to its rightful place.

Kai was here. He was with me, inside me.

Despite his months of doubts and fears, his anger and resistance, despite the evil of the underworld that had tried to rip him away from me, he was here.

“I’ve waited so long for this,” he murmured, dropping his face to breathe hard against my neck. “Too fucking long.”

Then he moved so quickly all I could do was hang on. In a blur, he wrapped his arms around me and hauled me upright, keeping himself buried inside me as he sat back on his heels. Our chests were pressed flush together, and my arms tightened around his neck as I undulated my hips against him, rising up and sinking down slowly, milking his cock as I rode him.

Everything else around us—the dangers of the underworld, the red sun burning in the sky, the noises and scents on the air—faded away, replaced only by the feel of Kai’s hard length inside me, his arms around me, and his bronze skin against mine.

We watched each other as we fucked, and I was sure the look of wonder on his face was mirrored on mine. I almost couldn’t believe this was happening, but I shoved away the panic that it might be nothing more than a vivid dream or a perfect hallucination, focusing on my joy rather than my fear. When I came around Kai’s cock, he palmed the back of my head and kissed me hard, nicking my lips and tongue with his sharp teeth and lapping at the blood, drinking me in even as the wounds healed over and over again.

Then he cupped my chin in his hands, drawing back to look at me. I felt boneless and sated, but already, my body was beginning to clamor for more. I would need so much more of this man before I was done.

As if he’d read my thoughts, the sinfully gorgeous vampire flipped me onto my back again. Then he lifted both my legs, pinning them to his shoulders as he drove into me hard and fast. My breasts bounced from the heavy thrusts, and my cry echoed in the warm air, a sound of perfect ecstasy in a place of so much pain.

“I have you,” he murmured roughly, and it seemed as though the words themselves pushed him over the edge. His face contorted, and he slammed into me one last time, his cum bathing my insides as he throbbed inside me.

My body lit up with power even as I came again, tossing my head back and forth and sobbing out his name, rendered completely helpless by the sensations crashing through me. With his cock still buried inside me, his fingers found my clit, wrenching another orgasm out of me and turning his name on my lips into inarticulate moans as I lost the ability to speak entirely.

A lazy smirk spread across his face, sinful and triumphant and full of hunger.

He was back. All of him.

Finally, when we were both as wrung out as wet rags, he withdrew from me and collapsed to the mossy earth, pulling me into his body as we caught our breath.

It was silent for the several long moments, and as we lay together on the patch of spongy purple moss, I traced a circle around the mark on his torso—a twin to one of the marks on the back of my neck.

It had taken forever, but he was finally fully bonded to me. Love might come later, or it might never come at all, but the resentment and resistance he had felt toward our dual bonds seemed to have faded.

Drifting in the afterglow, I felt around for the others. They were all safe. Sated, but not in the same way I was. They’d killed the monsters and were basking in the afterglow of battle. I couldn’t feel worry rattling around inside them, so I was sure they could tell I was safe and alive, even if they couldn’t see me.