“Take me here,” I begged him down our mental connection. Breaking apart from him, even for a second, would destroy me.

Shadows exploded from his hands, weaving beneath our clothes and ripping them from our bodies. Before my ass hit the wood again, Rokath dragged me to the edge of it. In one powerful thrust, he seated himself to the hilt.

The thick, hard length of him touched every nerve inside me. Our bodies one, we moved together. Eyes locked, we became a singular being. Minds wide open, the place where I began and Rokath ended disappeared.

The world around us was no more.

All time, all words, all of everything disappeared until it was only he and I.

One infinite loop.

One perfect circle.

One endless moment.

He slid against that spot deep inside me, eased by how thoroughly I soaked his cock. My lashes fluttered against my cheekbones before a wordless nudge had me opening my eyes.

My mate loved to see the pleasure he delivered me.

Our breaths became a single tide, rising and retreating with each relentless thrust. My mouth popped open as he buried himself to the hilt. Ragged air dragged against my lungs, the sound matched by his own jagged breathing.

The tattoos decorating the hard muscles of his torso danced as we did, the blooming roses digging into the skulls nestled between them. I gripped his shoulders, trying to find a semblance of balance as his thrusts grew more forceful. Blood-soaked bones scattered as the table smacked against the wall. The sound was nothing more than a distant echo of what no longer existed.

“Mine.”

“Yours.”

His arms caged me against his body. The heavy pound of his heart matched the pace of my own. I flattened my palm over his chest, desperate to feel the full force of the organ that beat only for me.

Rokath shifted his grip to mirror my position. Dark, smoky shadows leaked from beneath our palms. Ghosting across our skin, they wrapped us in a veiled shroud. Hiding us from what lay beyond. Disavowing any intrusion on this divine moment.

The two magics tangled, undulating together like they were meant to be a singular entity.

Rokath groaned, long, low, deep, primal, as my core clenched over his cock. “Come for me, mate. Shatter into a thousand tiny shards only I can piece back together.”

My breath stuttered as ecstasy flooded my veins. I was so, so close.

“Show me how much you appreciate me killing him. The way I tortured him for you.”

I gripped him harder, arching my back into him. “The way you protected me.”

“I will always protect you, mate. You are the most precious thing in all the worlds to me. Nothing can ever replace you. You are the only person who understands me. The only person who sees me. The only person I want to see me. I do not have to hide from you. I am in constant awe of you and the powerful leader you have blossomed into being.”

Tears welled in my eyes. Carved a love-guided path down my cheeks.

“You and I are anything but ordinary. Together? We’re legendary. Infinite. They’ll speak of us long after we have moved onto new worlds together.”

Our hearts pounded into the scars we’d carved into one another’s wrists, the constant reminder of who we were and who we belonged to.

“I love you, Rokath.”

He throbbed inside me, dragging me closer to the edge of bliss.

“I love you, Assyria.”

The vehemence to his profession fractured me into a thousand shimmering splinters. A whimper tore from my lips as my orgasm blazed through me. Rokath’s hand slipped from my heart to the back of my head. He pulled my forehead against his, forcing me to focus only on him. “My mate. My perfect mate.”

His hips worked faster, harder, lifting me from the table with the force of his thrusts. My pleasure tumbled on and on, and I was utterly lost to it, lost in the burgundy swirls of his eyes.

“Made perfectly for me,” he rasped, movements becoming jerky. “Made just for me.”

“All yours,” I whimpered. Ecstasy crackled under my skin.

“All mine,” he growled, spearing deep inside me. I cried out, sensitive from how hard I’d shattered. But he only gripped me harder, muscles trembling as he spilled himself deep inside me. His groan—low, longing—made me want to come again.

The inky strands around us ceased their frantic swirl as we relinquished our stolen moment. Covered in sweat and blood that didn’t belong to us. Joined in the very threads of our beings.

Rokath captured my mouth in a bruising kiss. I fell into it, drowning in bliss. My center ached as he removed himself from me. My breath hitched as his fingers replaced his cock. “Sorry, I couldn’t pull out.” With a swipe through my center, he flung out combined arousal away. “Let’s get back to our room, and I’ll wash you.”

My body was boneless, limp, and utterly wrung out from the intensity of my orgasm. All I could do was nod. He brushed a kiss to my salty forehead, then handed me my clothes. I tugged them on, each movement a protest when sleep begged me to surrender to it.

“Do you want to walk?” he asked me, studying me with a smug, masculine smirk.

“I will forgo my independence this once if you can fly me,” I sighed, my legs trembling as I put weight on them.

He snorted, then threw me over his shoulder like a sack of grain. “Hey!” I protested, smacking his back. He grabbed our discarded armor, completely ignoring me as he walked us back through the dungeon, leaving Zaph’s body to rot.

The males on guard startled at the sight of us. A possessive growl vibrated in Rokath’s throat, and they quickly averted their gazes.

The moment we emerged into the late afternoon sun, his mighty wings sprung from his back. Not wanting to die, I shuffled around so I clung to his torso like a child. And then we were airborne, soaring toward the top of the primary building.

I let him carry me all the way to our room, into the bathing chamber, and strip me again, savoring the feeling of utter surrender, utter trust, in my mate.

One day, they’d sing of us. Our victory. Our love. They’d worship us like the Fates themselves.

As they should. Because we were transcendent.

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Night had consumed the outpost, but war didn’t wait for the rise of dawn. For days, the preparation had not stopped. The Angels’ belief that the next battle would be the last gave them a cockiness we could exploit. Which was why the Parancsok, Assyria, and I were gathered around the map table, planning our next advance.

The door slammed open, drawing all our attention at once. One of the mates from the pairs that had been split up panted there, her hair wild and unkempt. “Hadvezér Trol is under attack,” she burst out, not bothering with salutes and honorifics. The frightened look in her eyes, like her other half might perish at any moment, told me it wasn’t good.

“Shit,” I swore, snatching for my sword.

Before I could even buckle the scabbard over my back, another male raced up, his countenance similar to that of his fellow messenger. “Hadvezér Rapp reports a mass of Angels approaching over the ridgeline,” he blurted in a rush.

The final word hadn’t ceased ringing in my ears before a horn blasted through the night. The length of the call signaled that our enemies had been spotted closing in on our location.

Fucking Fates.

A vise constricted my chest. Ishim had coordinated a three-pronged attack. This was why he thought he’d win. The battle in the mountains wasn’t a singular location.

It was everywhere we were, all at once.

Which meant no aid could come should we fall.

Assyria whipped her head up, eyes clashing with mine. Embers burned in them. There was no way I’d be able to convince her to remain behind. In this room. Out of harm’s way.