Page 103 of Court of Evil

His palms slide across my thighs, and he pushes them farther apart. I shouldn’t let him, but I do. I’m so tired of being strong. I let him control me however he wants, and when fingers thrust inside me, I groan.

My eyes flutter open, but I still can’t see him, and for some reason, I like that. Leaning back into the tiles, I roll my hips into his invading fingers. Thick and strong, they curl inside me, building up the slow desire that I have no control over. Something plucks at my clit, slow and sure, in a rhythm that is familiar. It’s one I use on myself. I freeze for a moment, knowing what that means.

He watched me touch myself.

It should piss me off, but I really don’t care, not when it feels so good. Everything else disappears. It’s just sensation, and Ronan being invisible helps. I just focus on the feeling, rocking my hips as he slowly fucks me with his fingers, building my desire into a slow, crashing wave that finally takes me under. My gasps of pleasure fill the air as I quake, the slow release leaving me languid and more relaxed than ever.

Slumping back into the wall, I pant as my eyes open once more to find him rising to his feet, his eyes hungry and dark as he sucks his fingers into his mouth. “I’ve wanted to do that for years. Watching you with others, watching you touch yourself, I imagined how you would feel a thousand times.”

“Perv,” I mutter, licking my dry lips, and he follows the movement with his gaze before stepping closer so he’s pressed against me. I can feel every inch of him, although the water goes through him, which is odd to see as his hand slides across my collarbone and wraps around my throat. My eyes widen as he pulls me from the wall and presses his lips to mine in a soft, leisurely kiss. My lips part on a happy sigh. His tongue wraps around mine and strokes teasingly, making me shiver. It’s odd. I can feel and taste him, yet he doesn’t feel . . . solid. It’s a strange sensation, but not necessarily bad.

We kiss for so long, I struggle to breathe, and when I pull back, I’m panting and filled with lust again.

“That’s not the only thing I wanted to do though,” he warns, and before my brain can process his words, he spins me and presses me to the wall.

My hands slap against the slippery tiles as his mouth drags down my neck. “I want your taste in my mouth. I want to know what brought my best friend to his knees. I want to know the heaven the others found between your thighs. Try to stop me, Tate, but you won’t be able to. You can’t fight what you can’t see.” The truth is, I don’t want to stop him. The idea of himdoing this when I can’t see or find him to fight him has my cunt clenching. His lips tilt like he knows that, and they drag down my spine and across my ass. He kicks my legs apart, and his lips continue their journey lower, and he licks my cunt from behind.

Groaning, I press my overheated face to the tiles as I curl my nails into the cracks between them, holding on as his tongue sweeps over every inch of me. He tastes my cunt thoroughly, like he doesn’t want to leave any part untouched, and my legs widen of their own accord to give him better access, making him chuckle.

“I’ve seen you tear apart monsters three times your size and fight off armies, and yet look at you, so soft and submissive for my tongue.”

“Shut up,” I mutter, closing my eyes. I don’t want to think about anything else. I don’t want to be a hunter in this moment. I don’t even want to be Tate. I just want to forget. I just want to feel. He must know it because his voice stops and his tongue flicks across my clit, making me cry out.

His hands dent my hips, pulling me back to his hungry mouth as his tongue slides inside me, thrusting deeply before pulling out. He fucks me with it, and the thought of him inside me, fucking me, makes me moan and grind into his face for more. My skin overheats, and it’s not from the water, even as the steam wraps around us, his talented tongue alternating between torturing my throbbing clit and fucking me.

My nipples drag along the wall, the abrasive tiles making me moan as my eyes close, and I hand myself over to him, letting him build up my desire once more until I can’t handle it.

I need more.

I want him inside me.

“Stop,” I tell him, but he doesn’t, so I reach down and push him away.

Turning, I swallow hard around my desire as I lean back into the wall, my eyes sweeping down his body as he gets to his feet, licking his lips. “Can you even . . .” I glance down at him meaningfully.

His smirk grows, and suddenly he’s very real, turning solid. The water that passed through him before now wets his hair and clothes. “I can do whatever you need me to, Tate. I have been watching you for years, wishing I could touch you. Do you really think I wouldn’t have figured out a way to do that?”

“Then fuck me,” I demand as I reach for him. No more words pass between us as our lips crush together. I taste myself there as he lifts me up. Like we have been doing this for years, I wrap my legs around his waist as I feel his cock press against me.

He’s warm despite being dead, and his length feels big. Neither of us speak as he reaches between us, and I lift up, helping him as he presses to my entrance. I slowly sink down, taking all of him, stretching around him. He’s curved, and when I settle on his length, it rubs a spot inside me that has me leaning back with a moan. My eyes meet his dark gaze as we pant and shiver, both of us adjusting to being locked together.

The world behind him is obscured by the stream, making it feel like we are in our own world, and then he starts to move. His hand slaps into the wall as he holds me there and pulls from my body before thrusting back in. My groans fill the air unchecked as our lips meet once more. Our joining speeds up as I use the wall and his body to ride him until I’m meeting him halfway, bouncing on him as he fucks me. His kiss is messy, and I love it. I give as good as I get, using him like he’s using me, but under it all, it feels like more. It feels like coming home. It feels like safety. I know then Ronan has always been here.

My cunt clenches around his cock until he grunts and his thrusts speed up. Both of us breathe heavily, our bodies slick with water and sweat, and then our kiss breaks as I scream.

My release slams through me with such force, it takes me by surprise. My channel clenches around him, and he snarls into my skin as he presses his head to my neck. I grab his hair, holding him as ecstasy washes through me, locking me to him. Groaning into my skin, he bites it as he pulls from my core, thrusts back in, and stills. I feel him coming, but I can’t feel it spilling inside me, which is odd, but he’s panting and still locked against me. When he lifts his head, his eyes are filled with blissful pleasure.

“Worth the wait,” he murmurs breathlessly. I smile as I lean back and just let him hold me.

When we can finally move, he helps me down and starts to wash me, and I let him. How many times did he watch me break in this shower and wish he could reach for me?

Probably as many times as I wished someone were here to hold me, but he is this time, and both of us make the most of it.

Honestly, I’ve gotten so used to Ronan being around, I don’t bother kicking him out as I dress, and when I head back into the common area, I freeze. Mattresses, blankets, and bedding have been arranged between all the sofas to make a giant pit. “What is this?”

“Well, none of us wanted to sleep in the rooms of those who hurt you,” Jarek answers.

“And we didn’t want to sleep alone,” Tem adds.

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