The Binding (The Binding, #1)

by Rebecca Rathe

He is my everything. He has been since we were teenagers. I fell in love the very moment we first locked eyes

He is her everything. I never doubted that he’d be an amazing father, but he goes above and beyond in his love and patience. He is both her knight in shining armor and her best friend.

Strangely, I love storms. I find them refreshing and oddly comforting. When I was younger, I'd imagine that my parents were sending the storms from heaven to remind me they still loved me.

I may have led a sheltered life, but I know what kinds of danger a room full of men poses to a helpless woman.

“Potentes Terram Hereditabunt.” The powerful shall inherit the earth. What the actual fuck?

My worn black jeans are ripped off my body and suddenly she's mounting me, impaling herself on my hard cock.

"What?" I ask. "Just tell me, you're freaking me out more by dragging it out." "I gave you a piece of my soul to bind and repair yours."

“But let me tell you something else—if you grow round with my child, you aren't leaving this house. I'll chain you to your bedroom if I have to, because the mother of my child isn't leaving my sight, much less running off into the woods to get fucked and sucked like some kind of blood whore."

"An enemy we've fought before, long thought vanquished, rises once more. Using mortal means to force immortality, seeking power they do not understand and cannot control. Their greed will bring ruin to a dying race, and the rest of the hidden world will fall without them, for they are the gatekeepers to our safe existence on this plane."

My mind reels, and my chest tightens at his words. I've lived a sheltered and lonely life, but I still had the option of a hug from my aunt, or the comforting nudge of my ornery raven friend. To not have the simple sensation of touch must have been excruciatingly lonely. All this time, he's been walking the earth, absorbing pain and mental anguish from strangers on his own, just floating in his incorporeal form. "Don't feel bad for me. The wait was worth it," he says, tilting my chin and leaning down.

I'm afraid to open my mouth around him, afraid I might accidentally fall and get his cock stuffed in my throat.

Did I know I was about to get fucked when Draven flipped me over? Yes, yes, I did. Despite never having my ass fucked before, I'm strangely not against it. Now, did I think he'd bite me, inject me with orgasmic venom, and then proceed to spit my own blood down my ass to use as lube? Definitely not.

Someone is going to need to feed me, fuck me, or suck my cock before I lose my shit.

"I'm going to fucking ruin you," Draven growls,

"Fuck yeah, you can see it going down her throat," Draven mutters. "Her fucking stomach is glowing."

"It's warm. That's fucking—wait. Your cum didn't glow for me." Seth laughs, his eyes staring at my body where Draven's hand rests. "I'm not doing it on purpose, man. It's the bond. You jealous?"

"Oh. My. God," I cry out, my voice broken up by each savage thrust, as a wave of warmth passes over me, tension creeping up my curled spine. "There is no God, and no heaven," Seth says in a husky voice, his fingers rubbing my clit in rapid circles. "Only this."

“Calista, you say I saved you, but really, you saved me. You brought me back to life.”

Draven says he's doing it for Hawthorne, and he and I have randomly been yelling things into the room, like, "Oh Daddy, your wards are down, the shade is in the house and he's on the couch!", or "If you don't wake up, we're going to let Seth put his finger in your butt. You might like it. It's rather nice."