Page 113 of Court of Lies and Deceit

His body trembles.

I smirk against his mouth and do it again.

He zaps my nipple with lightning.

Gasping, I arch up from the ground as my nipple tingles with pleasure. Draven lets out a smug chuckle that vibrates against my lips. I slam my hips up against his and bite his bottom lip. He just picks up his pace, fucking me harder.

Pleasure pulses through my body with every commanding thrust. I suck in desperate breaths as that pent-up storm of release thrums inside me. And the domineering bastard shows me no mercy. While continuing to fuck me hard, he alternates between toying with my nipple and zapping it with lightning while also kissing me completely senseless.

My body trembles with the onslaught of stimulation until my entire world narrows down to just him. His lips against mine, tasting like rain and wind and lightning. His intoxicating scent, like night mist and embers, filling my lungs. His muscular bodyagainst mine. His thick cock inside me. His commanding hands on my heated skin. I could drown in it, in him, forever. Never needing anything else.

He thrusts hard, hitting deep inside me.

Pleasure crackles through my body as release crashes through me. I gasp, my legs shaking around his hips as the intense waves of pleasure sweep through my every limb. Draven steals that gasp from my lips with a furious kiss while he continues fucking me through the orgasm, intensifying it.

My pussy tightens around his cock, my inner walls fluttering, as he pounds into me.

I draw my fingers along those extra sensitive lines on his wings where the soft membrane meets bone.

Pleasure explodes in his eyes.

A deep groan rips from his chest as release slams into him as well. As always, I memorize every sound, every expression on his perfect face, as it fills with pleasure when he comes hard as well. Because I will never get enough of that.

When the waves of pleasure have faded, he just stares down at me in amazement. As if I’m the most astonishing thing he has ever seen. The fact that he still looks at me like this, even after all these months and everything we’ve been through, makes my heart flip and my chest fill with sparkling warmth.

Pulling out gently, he maneuvers his powerful body to the side and then lies down on the warm rooftop next to me. I draw in a shuddering breath, lingering pleasure still skittering across my skin like tiny lightning bolts. Draven slides his arm underneath me and pulls me close.

Our chests heave, and for a while, our breathing and the low rushing from the waterfalls are the only sounds that fill the starlit night.

Draven pulls me even closer, his lethal body melding with mine. My heart flutters as he brushes a soft kiss against my temple.

“When all of this is over, I swear that I’m going to give you the life you deserve,” he promises, his voice solemn. “The life that you have always deserved.”

My chest tightens.

“You deserve it all,” he whispers against my skin.

I swallow against the sudden thickness in my throat. “So do you, Draven.”

He hums and then kisses my temple again. “A promise, then. Let’s get everything we’ve ever wanted.”

A villainous smile spreads across my mouth as I lie there in Draven’s arms and gaze up at the glittering heavens above. I nod, feeling his words settle deep inside me. A promise. A vow. A fucking defiant scream to this unfair world.

“Yes. Let’s get fucking everything.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

Once again, the excited roar of the crowd vibrates through the walls of the arena above us. We’re standing in the same waiting room as last time, and just like during that game, the sands of the arena outside the door are completely empty. There are no structures. No weapons. No obstacles. Nothing to allude to what kind of game we will be playing for the crowd’s pleasure this time.

The door opens behind us, and three people walk in from the corridor that leads deeper into the back rooms rather than the one that leads out onto the sand. We all turn towards it.

In the week since Isera pulled her stunt, we have all come to terms with it in our own way. Draven wasn’t particularly angry from the beginning, so he just continued as usual. And once he had accepted it, Galen and Lyra did too. Alistair was scowling at Isera all the way up until last night when he let out a dramatic sigh and grumbled something about how she could have at least let us know what she was going to do so that we could’ve helped.

To my surprise, Isera did actually apologize a few days ago. But only to me. And not for making the actual deal, but rather for gagging and shackling me in ice while she did it. It was more than I was expecting to get, so I accepted it. To be honest, myirritation had already faded by then anyway. Because I know that she is right.

We need the Unseelie Court in order to win this war. And we need to win this war so that Draven and I can have that future we promised each other. As long as Bane and Jessina live, they will hunt us to the ends of the world to get revenge for Draven’s betrayal and the humiliation they suffered when we started a rebellion in their own city and then escaped. So we need to take them and their entire dynasty down. Which we won’t be able to do without powerful allies like the Unseelie Court.

So, Isera was right, and I can’t really be angry with her for it.

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