Chapter 256: Take His Mark Fully. Make It The Deepest.
SOLVEIL - CITADEL - ROYAL CHAMBERS 12:30 AM
Two hours of sleep. That’s what the universe gave Landon Solveil.
The sound that woke him was small. She had stirred for the first time and his eyes snapped open immediately.
His arms tightened around her. "Hey, Guinevere. It’s just me. You needed skin-to-skin contact. You’re okay."
She didn’t answer.
Her light was steady and calm.
"Do you remember me?" he asked, voice rough.
Her eyes opened. But they were glowing molten, pure-wolf gold.
Then a second voice arrived.
"Her light calls for you. Touch her."
Landon went still, like something inside him recognized the voice even if he didn’t himself.
"I am the voice of light," she said. "Given to the chosen blessed by three, watched by two, and carved in the image of one. A Goddess-chosen Luminari queen."
White runes started forming on her skin. They spiraled from her shoulders down her arms, across her ribs and the curves of her breasts.
That’s when he noticed her scent had changed. The shift was subtle. The next thing he noticed was that his body was no longer taking orders from him.
The voice that came out of Landon Solveil was not his own. He was aware of it, but not in control.
"I know who you are, My Moon. I have been starving for you for lifetimes."
His fingers traced the white runes as they finished writing themselves across her skin, following the glowing paths like a man tracing the only map that had ever led him home.
"And now you’re here. Right under my hands. Finally close enough to touch."
"You’re more beautiful than I remember," his voice said.
"You say that every time."
"Because it’s true every time." His thumb traced one of the glowing runes along her collarbone. "And every time I still forget how much it wrecks me."
She exhaled a soft, shaky laugh. "Flatterer."
"Worshipper," he corrected, and the word came out like a promise. "Always have been. Always will be."
She pressed her forehead to his. Light flared between them, bright enough to turn the room gold.
Then she kissed him.
It started slow, almost careful, then deepened fast. His mouth opened under hers and he kissed her back like he’d been starving for the taste of her.
He rolled her beneath him and settled between her thighs.
Landon felt every second of it from the backseat. He felt the full length of her naked body against him, the press of her breasts, the heat of her stomach, the way her thighs parted for him without being asked.
The head of his cock pressed against her entrance and he paused there, forehead against hers, breathing her in.
Landon could only watch, pulse hammering, as his own hands pinned her wrists above her head and his mouth claimed the glowing runes on her throat like he’d been dying to taste them.
"Every time we find each other," his voice said, "I’m afraid it’s the last time."
"Every time we find each other," she answered, "I make sure it’s worth being afraid."
He sank into her in one long, claiming thrust. She was tight around him, forcing him to feel every inch as he stretched her open.
The sound she made was not a sound a mortal throat should produce. It was layered, harmonic, the resonance of two frequencies meeting after millennia of silence and vibrating in a key that the room itself responded to.
Cracks of light split the ceiling. The stone walls hummed.
He moved in her the way tides move against a shore, inevitable, rhythmic, the kind of pace that doesn’t rush because it knows where it’s going and has been going there since the beginning.
His pace deepened. The reverence was giving way to hunger and the hunger was older than both of them. He pressed his forehead to hers and the light inside him focused into a single burning point.
Immediately, she gasped, back arching into him as the mark on her neck grew brighter.
"That’s it," he breathed. "Take his mark fully. Make it the deepest."
Her body started spasming around him. He held onto her, pushing more light through as she started to orgasm. The rune seared up from inside her, blazing white. Every pump of it made her clench harder around the cock that was forcing it deeper.
Landon felt every flood of light and release, and even though he wasn’t the one choosing it, he never wanted it to stop.
His hips started moving again, harder now, his tenderness threaded with more urgency. He fucked her like the only way to keep her was to leave the shape of his cock permanently branded inside her cunt.
She clenched around him so hard his vision went solid white.
A second orgasm hit her, rippling into him, turning the room into the sun. The marks on her neck and the runes on her skin blazed.
Then her wolf surged and her fangs sank into his neck. The venom hit like liquid fire and pure sex.
"That feels so fucking good," he groaned in a voice that was more Landon than ancient king.
His arms crushed her closer, one hand fisting her hair to keep her mouth locked on his neck as he kept driving into her, animal and relentless, chasing the burn of her venom like it was the only thing keeping him alive.
A broken sound tore out of him as he slammed home one final time, cock pulsing. He came so hard his vision whited out, flooding her in thick, endless pulses, grinding deep like he could force his seed and his light into the same permanent claim. The light between them flared so bright it felt like it was pouring out of his cock along with his release.
"Take it," he snarled against her throat, voice wrecked. "Every fucking drop. Take what belongs to you."
Landon’s light flickered. His arms went limp. His eyes rolled back with the slow, theatrical finality of a man whose ancient passenger had just discovered that wolf venom was the one thing in a few millennia it had never planned for.
Guinevere released his neck and her eyes fluttered closed.