Page 34 of Eternally Rare

I ownhim.

“You fill me so much—” he groans, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth. “Oh, I never imagined it could be like this. More, more. Give me more,” he cries beautifully, begging me just like he said he wouldn’t.

“I thought Princes didn’t beg?” I slap his ass again before grabbing it in my palm.

“I am not. I am demanding you.”

With both hands, I hold him to the ground, his legs straight, his ass angled, and I pummel his hole, ruining it for anyone else but me.

“I wish Rarity were here. I bet she’d be watching, fucking herself with her fingers. She’d look so pretty under you, Cailian. I’d fuck you which would make you fuck her. Mmmm,” I hum at how delicious that sounds. “All the things we could all do together…”

“Ah, Dove! Dove! Oh, fuck. You are deep. Too deep. You are— You are—”

“Right where I need to be to claim this body.” I’m far enough inside where his body will change, adapting to my species’ needs so he can carry my children.

The thought has my knot inflating, popping in and out of his hole as it grows.

His ass shakes with every abusive and hard thrust, but Cailian doesn’t complain, he only grows louder, clawing at the grass to get away while screaming for more.

“Fuck, your cock is so good. I am addicted. I will never be able to go a day without it. So thick, take me. Fuck me, Dove. Claim me.”

I tug his hair free from the bun, wanting to see it drape across his skin. I wrap it around my wrists and use it as reins, plowing into him. We slide across the ground, becoming filthy from the dirt and stained by the green grass. We become desperate as we seek our orgasms. I growl louder, a constant purr in my soul from how amazing I feel.

The only thing missing is Rarity.

My knot pushes inside him one last time and I’m unable to pull out.

“No, no! Your knot is too wide. I do not think I can, yet I want more of you.” He reaches for me, grabbing my ass to press me against him more.

“You’ll take it, Little Elf. Your ass was made for this.” I tap my finger against his rim, the one that’s stretched to the brink while my knot locks us together. I thrust against him, tugging against his hole until my wings jerk, my toes curl, and I have to tilt my head back to release my flame as I come deep inside my firebond’s body. “Come for me, Cailian. Come for your firebond,” I finally manage to say through the most intense orgasm of my life.

I pour my come into him just as his muscles tighten around me, milking me for every drop.

“More, more, more,” he chants just before releasing a loud shout of my name. “Dovenyx!”

I would bristle at the use of my birth name if I wasn’t high from the best sex I’ve ever had. Reaching under him, I squeeze his cock, feeling it spasm as he orgasms. My teeth begin to ache and his sweaty body lying there, trembling, pressing against my knot, breaks me.

I push his hair out of the way, then sink my teeth into the back of his neck to truly place my mark. His hair dances in the air, swirling until it can wrap around my own. It’s electrifying. The official bond snaps into place and the emotions whirl, the orgasms heighten, and I come again.

And so does he.

My palm catches his come, the liquid cold, and I bring it to my mouth, licking it clean.

“You taste delicious,” I say, watching as the remaining come on my palm turns to a light frost. “I could have my own popsicles of you, couldn’t I?”

“Dove,” he giggles, suddenly coy even though I have my knot buried in his ass.

I lick my mating mark and shiver. He manages to turn around on my knot to face me, wincing as it tugs, but he manages to wrap his legs around my hips. To my surprise, he bites my neck in the middle before blowing cold breath onto my skin.

I groan, the cool tingly sensation roams its way through my veins and more come spills into him.

“Fuck,” I groan, touching the spot he bit but I don’t feel anything. “No mark?” I try not to sound disappointed, but I am. There’s a part of me that wants us to be firebonds and embrace. I want to be able to show everyone I’m taken.

Then the other side of me is relieved because I don’t have to explain to anyone that my firebond is a betrayer.

“No bite mark, but a soft, light blue glittering tattoo. Like ice, in the shape of a snowflake. It is the Ice Elven’s mating mark.”

I’ll have to get the shirts from the clothsmith we have. I can’t have anyone seeing this.