The Unicorn And Her Mysterious Mate

Connected

Skye POV

We were safe, surrounded by the comforting embrace of our hidden little spot. I could feel it in the air, a sense of protection that allowed us to finally relax. Despite my own weakness, I was doing alright, and in this moment, we found solace in each other's company.

Chaos, kept a watchful eye on Aria and Feather. I couldn't blame him for his wariness. While I knew them, they hadn't been as present in my life as Jade had, so his skepticism was wise. I trusted his judgment, and it seemed Colson shared his guardedness around them.

I distributed the meal rations I had, ensuring that everyone had enough to eat. Aria and Feather joined in, grateful for the sustenance. Once we had finished, Feather pulled out a flute and began playing soothing Fae songs. The melodies washed over us.

Most of the time, I found myself nestled in Chaos's lap. He was warm and cozy, yet there was an underlying nervousness about him. It was as if he was holding something back from me. As the night grew late, he helped me up and led me away from the group.

"Are you sure it's safe to separate from everyone?" I asked, my voice filled with uncertainty.

"Yes," he reassured me, guiding me towards a large tree. He helped me with my bag, his fingers brushing against my face gently. "Feather said we just need to stay within her barrier."

"Is there really a tent in here?" he said, his voice filled with astonishment, still marveling at how everything magically fit. I chuckled, pulling out the tent bag and watching as he skillfully set it up.

Unfolding the blankets, I placed them in the tent. Once I finished, he zipped it up, enclosing us within its protective walls. Leaning closer, I whispered, "You must be really tired."

As I gazed into his eyes, they seemed to glow a vibrant yellow. His hand brushed against my face again, igniting a surge of warmth and desire within me. And then, his lips met mine in a kiss that was unlike any other we had shared before. It was primal, raw, and instinctual. In that moment, I understood his unspoken desire, the need to connect with me on a deeply intimate level. Fear was no longer a part of our equation; he had taken it away during our first encounter. Now, it was replaced by an overwhelming need to bond, to merge our souls together. I yearned for a more intimate connection with him.

"Skye, I haven't finished the bond with you. I need to mate you again without holding back," he whispered, his eyes locking with mine once again.

I trusted him completely, knowing he had his reasons for holding back before. His hands trailed under my shirt, their gentle touch pushing it up and removing it. My pants followed suit, leaving me in my undergarments momentarily.

His lips met my skin, carefully avoiding the area where I was hurt. Each kiss felt like magic, igniting a deep ache within me. A low growl rumbled in his chest, a clear indication that he could smell my arousal, driving him wild.

He discarded his shirt, his hands now more possessive as he removed my bra, followed by my panties. His mouth explored my entire body, leaving me burning with desire. Finally, his lips met mine once again. I moved my hands to his pants, unbuttoning them and pushing them down, freeing his arousal.

I could feel his warm breath against me as he repositioned us, lying on our sides, pressed against each other. He kissed his mark on my neck, his fingers gently sliding into my entrance, causing me to moan uncontrollably. "I need you to stay relaxed for me," he whispered against my skin, as I moaned again.

Waves of pleasure coursed through my body, intensifying with each skilled movement of his fingers. The connection between us grew stronger, and the overwhelming need to be joined with him consumed my every thought.

As he positioned himself against me, our bodies aligned perfectly. The sensation of him entering me was nothing short of exquisite, igniting a fire within that burned brighter with each thrust. Every movement he made sent shockwaves of pleasure through every inch of my being, leaving me gasping for breath and craving more.

His grip on me tightened, a delicious mixture of possessiveness and desire. The way he moved against me with increasing force heightened the intensity of our connection.

With each stroke, he skillfully stimulated my body with his hand, driving me to new heights of ecstasy. My senses were heightened, my skin tingling with every touch, every caress. Every groan that escaped his lips only fueled my own pleasure, creating a feedback loop of passion and longing.

A symphony of pleasure built within me, threatening to consume my very being. I could feel the climax approaching, the anticipation sending electric shocks through my body.

With one final, powerful thrust, our bodies collided, sending waves of pleasure coursing through us. Yet, something felt different this time. It was as if Chaos was expanding inside me, growing larger with each passing moment. The mix of pleasure and excitement overwhelmed me, leaving a slight tinge of fear. His knotting in me was a sensation I had read about, but experiencing it firsthand was completely different.

I could feel him still growing as I shifted slightly, but he gently held me, his touch soothing and comforting. Silence hung in the air, but his actions spoke volumes. He was doing everything he could to keep me relaxed and at ease. This was what he had been nervous about earlier, but I never wanted him to hold back. I accepted him fully, embracing every aspect of his being.

As I surrendered to the pleasure, I adjusted to his size, feeling a delicious fullness that connected me deeply with my mate. “You feel incredible,” I whispered, my breath catching in my throat.

“I love you, Skye,” he murmured, his hand continuing to move against me as he kissed my neck. He was perfect. “I may stay like this for a few hours,” he admitted.

“I understand, I’m comfortable,” I replied honestly. “I accept you, Chaos, all of you. I’m grateful that you were comfortable enough to complete our bond,” I breathed out, the sensations still leaving me breathless.

"I love it when you talk to me," I confessed, my voice filled with admiration. "Your voice is so soothing, it keeps me comfortable."

"I feel your mark more now, a never-ending pleasurable warmth. It's nice, feeling this connected to you. I believe I can aid you more, always sharing a part of myself with you." He admitted.

Recalling my time in the cave, I explained, "When I struggled to breathe, it felt as if someone was breathing fresh air into my lungs. Nyx told me it was because you were focusing on our mark, allowing me to draw a small amount of energy from you. You kept me alive, Chaos, even when we were separated." A small moan escaped my lips as his hand moved against me.

"I hope now that we have completed the bond, you can take even more from me. I try not to show it, but I am afraid. It pains me to think that you were hurt. I want to heal you and discover what makes me special, not for power, but to be the best possible mate for you. You are special, and I never want anyone to harm you," he confessed.

"You are already special, I can see it in the way you fight. I will help you uncover any hidden powers or strengths you possess. One thing I know for sure is that you are deserving of them. I trust that you will use them to protect, not abuse," I assured him, yawning.

"Let me help you sleep, Skye. You need rest. When we wake, we will begin our journey to obtain the medicine you need and the next key," he said.

His touch became a feather-light caress, like a soft breeze brushing against my skin. I could hear the sound of his steady breaths, a soothing melody that matched the rhythm of our hearts beating in unison. In that moment, I knew that he cherished every contact, just as I cherished every minute detail of his being. My heart overflowed with an overwhelming love for him, captivated by every little gesture and sensation he bestowed upon me.

"Key," I whispered, contemplating if it would truly make me whole and restore the control I craved. I also yearned to unlock my full potential to protect Chaos. My mother warned me that it would be difficult, that sacrifices might be necessary, but I had made up my mind. I would do whatever it took to keep him safe.

With closed eyes, I savored the lingering sensations pulsating through me. Waves of pleasure electrified my body as Chaos, still swollen, remained inside me. His hand glided against my skin, its touch both tantalizing and comforting. As sleep gently embraced me, I remained intimately connected to my mate, my love.