Page 42 of Moonlit Guardians

“Theren,” she starts but I shake my head. I’m not through yet.

“I sent him there, did you know? I was afraid he’d kill us and I had to protect my brother. It was either lose my father or lose Cambion.”

“That must have been painful.”

I nod. “The others can hate my brother and me all they want, but we will always choose each other. That was why Morrigan’s betrayal hurt us so much. She turned me against him.” I shake my head and wrap my arms around Eilish. “But enough of that. What else do you need from me?”

She smiles at me and leans up to give me a kiss. “If the runes are finished, I need you to go to the Glade and make sure it’s secure. It may be our only hope of sanctuary if this all comes crashing down again.”

I smile down at her. “Anything for you.”

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EILISH

Mortal Ruins

Theren leaves only seconds before I sense Pyre’s return.

I glance up and see Pyre disappear through a narrow door along the hallway. My tongue darts out to wet my lips and I follow him into the darkness where I know he’s hiding. It’s some sort of closet filled with cleaning supplies. He stares at me as Iwordlessly step inside, leaning my back against the door once it’s closed. I need him and he knows what his stoic silence does to me. I want to break him free from his control, feel him lose his inhibitions.

Pyre cocks his head to the side and I watch blazing emerald orbs replace his sightless white eyes. Is he watching me through the eyes of a dragon or some other creature? It doesn’t matter. Not when his sensual lips curl into a lopsided grin that makes me quake. I reach for the hem of my tunic and lift it over my head before dropping it to the floor. Pyre watches my trembling fingers unbuckle my belt before it falls to the hard concrete beneath our feet.

“I don’t want you to make love to me,” I say, watching the destructive fire of Pyre’s lust ignite in him. I can practically taste his pheromones in the air.

“You want me to fuck you until you forget everything that’s happened, even if only for a moment?”

“Yes,” I hiss.

He nods and chuckles deeply. “I can do that for you, Eilish.”

His words make me shiver as I step out of my pants. Pyre walks towards me then, slowly as the air between us thickens. I breathe deeply as my chest brushes against his abdomen, causing my nipples to harden. He licks his lips and unbuckles his belt. His eyes never leave my face even as I drop my gaze to watch as he pulls his engorged flesh from the folds of his trousers. I stand before him, bared completely, while he remains clothed—all except the part of him that causes my mouth to water.

I can’t tear my eyes away as Pyre strokes himself. “Do you want my cock, Eilish?”

I nod, feeling as though I’m hypnotized by my own hunger for him.

He guides my hand to his rigid member and grips my ass in his large hands, hoisting me up his mountainous body before slamming my back against the metal racks. Pyre wastes no time. I feel the stretch like a burning hot iron brand as he thrusts into me with a jolt of his hips. Two fingers force themselves into my mouth. I gag a little, but I feel the wetness of my body easing the friction of his pounding. Pyre groans as I suck and lick his fingers teasingly.

Cold metal digs into my back, but I don’t care. Each brush of Pyre’s cock against my pleasure points is enough to drown out the noise in my head. This is how I want him. No preparation. No gentleness. I only want his raw hunger, his brutality. And I know he wants my softness, to claim it for himself.

Pyre leans back and I whimper, wordlessly begging him to keep going.

He turns me around and forces me against the door of the closet. I look at him through strands of sweat-dampened hair and watch him spit on his shaft before pressing into me with so much power, my feet come off the ground. I clench my teeth as my body fights his intrusion. “Keep going… it feels so good.” The truth is that it hurts a little, but I like it.

I feel the moment he hits the very depths of my body and it submits to his rough claim.

Pyre’s bruising grip tightens even more as he pulls out halfway before slamming back in again, grinding his hips as he expertly caresses the places inside me that cause my eyes to roll. I wrap my legs around his waist and hold his shoulders to keep myself steady.

“I love you, Eilish,” he growls. My legs flex at the sound of his deep voice. “You may come to hate us as the days grow closer to the war, but never doubt that I love you.”

It’s a strange thing for him to say and I wonder at his words. “I could never hate you, Pyre. I love…” the breath leaves my body as he picks up the pace. We don’t need the words. We havethis.

I begin to meet his thrusts and Pyre’s back arches as he impales my trembling body on his thick cock. Pyre’s hand wraps around my throat in a dark threat. There’s pressure, a sweet gasp of panic, but no pain. My hold on his shoulders falters, but I hold tight with my legs. He releases the pressure and licks his way into my mouth. It’s as though my pleasure awakens a beast at Pyre’s core.

Every semblance of his control snaps. He tears me away from the door and bucks his hips into me like an animal breeding some whimpering female. But I’m no fool. I know there’s more he’s holding back and I want it all. “.... more... harder..” I breathe.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Eilish...”

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