Falling in Love with the King of Beasts

SURPRISE! I wanted to reward all of you who have supported me by buying privilege this month, as well as… well, I just missed Reth. That's the pure truth. So this story is just a little bit of fun and fluff to give us all a chance to enjoy a little more time with Reth and Elia. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do! There will be 10 chapters released today, one every 20 minutes starting NOW!  Thank you for your support, your encouragement, and your love for these characters.

MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM ME AND MY LOVED ONES TO YOU AND YOURS!

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LERRIN

Holding Suhle so close, their bodies singing, built the song in his bones until it felt like he would fly apart with the need to howl it.

"Creator's Light," he cursed under his breath when Suhle dropped her chin and began to kiss his chest, her short nibbles and tentative tastes with her tongue, growing in confidence and boldness as his breath whooshed out of him.

When she pulled his head back down and took his mouth again, Lerrin rocked against her instinctively and they both groaned as he found her, warm and slick, and so, so soft.

And so ready.

One elbow braced either side of her head, he cupped his hands over her crown, tilting his head to deepen the kiss, showing her with his tongue what he would do with his body.

And she writhed beneath him, all hesitancy gone. She'd wrapped her legs around his waist and now she started rubbing herself on him until he feared he would explode before he even took her.

To break the contact without breaking the mood, he dropped his chin to kiss her jaw, down the length of her neck, scooting back until he could reach her breast, and with a gentle palm on one to tease and rub, he opened his mouth on the other and sucked.

"Oh, Lerrin!" she gasped.

Trembling with need for her, he yearned for everything at once—to take his mouth from her and tell her how beautiful she was, to taste her other breast, to enter her and own her. But he forced himself to restraint, sucking first one breast, then the other, letting his hands stroke and slide, rocking against her with a tortured groan whenever they came back together, until Suhle was panting and locking her ankles behind his back, pulling him towards her—and all the while, that golden light in his veins swelled and grew, seeping out through his pores, spinning out from the center of his chest, seeking her.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Her voice echoed in his head, breathless cries, soft pleas. His echoed in hers, desperate and coarse.

She yearned, but didn't know how to bring what she yearned for. He knew, but feared losing himself within her as everything inside him began to shake as if the very ground under his feet was about to be torn free.

"Suhle! Creator's Light! Are you ready?" he cried.

"Yes!" She arched up to meet him, nodding, her fingers grabbing at the muscles of his back.

He took her mouth, hard and frantic, rubbing against her to find her and she trembled, twitching each time he passed over that bundle of nerves, but tilting her hips to find him, too, seeking the joining.

They were pressed together from knees to mouths, breath hot and frantic when he found her, clasped the back of her neck and pressed his forehead against hers.

"I love you, Suhle!" he cried as he entered her.

She cried out, clinging to him and something within Lerrin exploded. For a moment he couldn't breathe as that golden, glittering light in his veins closed around her and pulled something from her, rolling together and drawing her back to him.

Lerrin's entire body shuddered and he groaned the mating call, everything within him lighting with joy when Suhle gasped and answered.

Then, his lips hovering over hers, their mouths open, their breaths mingling, Lerrin's whole body tensed, trembling as he felt their souls entwine and impossibly, Suhle came alive in his head even more than she had before.

He could feel her, sense her, as if his heart—nerves intact—had suddenly started walking around outside of his body.

"Suhle! Dear lord!"

"Lerrin!" she sobbed, rocking into him, her hands frantic and clinging and she pulled him closer, ever closer.

He thrust into her, forgetting gentleness, forgetting caution. He was lost, surrendered to the pure sensation of being as close to her as he could be to another Anima. Her name broke in his throat over and over, and her scent filled his nostrils. His body shook. He was incapable of holding himself together as the bond cemented, twisting their souls together and heightening every sensation between them.

Suhle arched to meet him, crying his name, her head thrown back, her skin aglow with heat and desire.

As she called to him, her neck that gorgeous arch, there was not even a thought, but that he had to taste it. Fisting his hands in her hair, he opened his mouth over the center of her throat, his tongue flat to her skin, and his teeth grazing the column of it. And he thrust.

Suhle clenched around him then jerked, screaming his name, twitching, her body shaking and erratic and Lerrin's leash snapped. Calling her name over and over, he rode out her climax, then tumbled after her, howling, sparks of light behind his eyelids as the entire world sucked down to only the places where they touched, only the sounds they made. Only their love.

And as Lerrin finally slumped over her, covering her with his body, kissing her jaw, her temple, her hair, she clung to him, pulling him tight against her, sobbing.

"Suhle, Suhle, did I hurt you?" he gasped, breathless, stroking her face and leaning up on an elbow to stare at her in horror.

"No! No! Lerrin! No!" she cried and pulled him down into a searing kiss that washed him in a wave of relief so strong he almost wept himself.

"What is it, beautiful?" he whispered then, combing her hair off her face and searching her eyes.

"I'm just so happy. It didn't hurt, Lerrin!" she whimpered. "There was no pain. Only love and… and pleasure!"

He frowned. "You expected pain—?" Then he realized that she had been through this once before, but with no care, no joy, nothing. Of course there had been pain.

Creator's fang he was an idiot.

He groaned and dropped his face to the hollow between her neck and shoulder. "I am so sorry, Suhle, I should have told you—"

"Stop apologizing!" she blurted. "This was wonderful—thank the Creator, Lerrin! I always feared I could not enjoy you, or… or you would not enjoy me. But this… this is beauty. This is… this is everything!"

He chuckled and kissed her, blinking back his own tears at her joy. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him with abandon.

And for the rest of the night—indeed, for many months afterwards—Lerrin forgot everything but her as they wallowed in the mating bond. As they delighted in each other. And as they walked together to find a new future. A new life. Different than either of them had ever expected.

But with a purpose that was perfect.. For both of them.