The court session was still echoing in her head when the heat hit her.
Not gradually. Not the subtle undercurrent that had been sitting beneath her skin all afternoon, the quiet warmth she had managed and controlled and folded neatly beneath her composure through Sera's lesson and the long corridors and Rath's test and the careful hour of the court session.
This was different.
This was the dam breaking.
It rolled through her in a single wave, from the base of her spine upward, and she made a sound she hadn't intended to make, quiet and involuntary, and Typhon's arms were around her before she had fully registered that she'd stumbled.
And then she was off the ground entirely.
He carried her the way he did everything without ceremony, without announcement, as if the decision had been made and the rest was simply execution. The castle slid past in dark streaks of torchlight and stone and she was pressed against the warmth of his chest and her body was doing something completely independent of her instructions.
The doors to his chambers came into view and Thyphon quickened his pace.
The doors opened and closed and he carried her across the threshold without stopping, the torchlight was low and gold and the room was warm as she turned her face into his neck and felt his arms tighten fractionally in response.
Amara could feel her skin tingling and the heat eminating from her was going berserk.
Typhon put her down, but she clung to his neck in a tight hug and initiated a kiss. Thyphon was caught of guard and his eyes flickered between red and blue, between him and Fafnir. He responded with a heated kiss. „Mine" came a low growl through the link. It was like a merger between Typhon's and Fafnirs voice together. Amara could feel her body respond as her core clenched and her love juices overflowed. After smelling her arousal both Thyphon and Fafnir completely lost all control and slammed their lips on hers devouring her in a long kissing session. Amara could also feel it and draped her legs around him and felt his hard sword pulsing through the clothes. She looked up for a brief moment and saw red dragon eyes looking back instead of Typhons piercing deep blue ones.
„Fafnir?" Amara asked in a haughty voice laced with arousal. The red eyes gave him a more wild edge to his normally stoic controlled handsomeness.
„Hm" he answered a low husky tone. Without thinking he freed his pulsing member brushed Amara's dress aside and slammed into her lovehole with a low growl. Amara moaned loudly her back pressed against the door and grinded her hips meeting his rhythmic thrusts, both of them completely lost in this bond driven emotional madness. Their passionate love making went on until the evening turned to the dark of the night.
The room settled slowly around them.
Low torchlight. The distant sound of wind at the mountain's edges. The bond humming between them, deep and satisfied and warm in a way it hadn't been before, as if something had been resolved rather than only deferred.
Amara's forehead was against his chest. She could feel his heartbeat, faster than his composure would ever allow anyone to see but steadying now, finding its way back to even. His arms were still around her. Neither of them had moved to create distance and neither of them did. She became aware, gradually, that his eyes had returned to blue.
Typhon's blue. Cold and deep and very present.
She tilted her head back and looked at him and found him already looking at her, and the expression on his face was the one that had no name yet, the one that lived underneath everything else, the one that she had begun to understand was the truest version of what was happening to him because it was the one he didn't control.
She turned her face back into his chest and felt the burning heart beneath her cheek, the blue-violet flames moving in their slow endless motion, and the bond pulsed once, warm and deliberate, as if it was confirming something.
It was in that stillness, in the quiet between heartbeats, that she felt it.
Gentle. Almost tentative. The quality of something that had been waiting for exactly this moment of calm to make itself known.
A sudden voice rang in her head and letters unfolded at the edge of her vision, unhurried and precise.
OMEGA ACTIVATION: 20%
UPGRADE IN PROGRESS
Secondary resonance detected. Bond deepening.
Stabilization estimated: ongoing.
She read it twice.
She closed her eyes and breathed slowly.
„Twenty percent."
The system had been silent since the bonding, its quiet sitting in her awareness like the absence of a sound she'd grown accustomed to, and it had chosen this moment, this specific stillness, to speak again.
She was not sure whether that was terrifying or something else.
Typhon's arm shifted across her waist, drawing her fractionally closer in the unguarded way of someone whose body had made a decision without consulting his composure, and she felt the warmth of it move through her like a second pulse alongside the bond's.
She looked at him in the low torchlight.
The lines of his face were softer than they ever were during the day. The burning heart on his chest moved in its slow patient motion, her color against his skin, blue-violet and alive in the quiet of his room.
The dragon on her ribs shifted, slow and deliberate, its tail sweeping the curve of her side, its head turning toward the burning heart across from it as if it recognized something it had been looking for.
She watched the two marks for a moment, the dragon and the heart, moving in the dim light with their own quiet awareness, and thought about what it meant that the things living on their skin seemed to understand something that neither of them had fully put into words yet.
Typhon's hand moved slowly along her spine, absent and warm, the gesture of someone not quite asleep and not quite present, existing somewhere between the two in the particular way of a person whose body had finally stopped performing and was simply being.
She had seen glimpses of this version of him. The one that existed in the space after control had nothing left to control. She was beginning to understand that very few people had ever seen it, that it was not something he showed but something that emerged when there was no longer any reason not to, and that she was, for reasons neither of them had chosen, one of the only people in his world this applied to.
„He doesn't know how to do this", she thought, without judgment. „He has never had anyone to be completely himself."
The thought settled in her chest alongside the warmth of the bond, quiet and real.
She closed her eyes.
The dragon on her ribs stilled, its head resting, its tail curled in a slow sweep that gradually came to rest. The burning heart on his chest continued its endless patient motion, her flames on his skin, alive and unhurried in the dark.
She held onto that feeling carefully, the way you hold onto something you are not yet sure you are allowed to keep and gradually fell asleep.