Page 145 of Thorns & Fire
CHAPTER 60
Wren
‘Most concerning in the limited study of soul bonds is not what has been discovered, but what remains hidden’
– Tethers and Magical Bonds Throughout History
TORJDIDFUCKher in a bed that night.His, to be precise.He also fucked her on his desk and on the floor, and once in the bath.
The man was ravenous, and so was she.
Wren had never known a man like him, had never felt desire so all-consuming.It was only as he wrung another orgasm from her with his tongue the next morning that she held him at arm’s length and panted, ‘No more...I can’t take any more.’
He gave her a roguish grin.‘I’ll wager that you can—’
She hit his chest with the back of her hand.‘Youfiend.I’ll never walk straight again.’
Another smirk tugged at his lips and he winked, echoing her words from the previous night: ‘I think that ship has sailed, Embers...’
Even as she shook her head in disbelief, she was smiling.Gods, her cheeks ached from smiling so much.When was the last time she’d experienced that sensation?
A knock at the door sounded and Torj groaned, pulling a pillow over his head.
‘Just some food sent from Warsword Embervale,’ the guard’s voice called through the door.
Wren leapt to her feet, tugging Torj’s shirt over her head and retrieving the tray.The guard blushed at her dishevelled state.
She closed the door, biting her lip to keep from laughing.‘So much for being subtle about us...’
Torj gave her a lazy grin from the bed, stretching out in all his naked glory.‘Embers, that poor bastard has been standing guard outside since we got back.These walls aren’t soundproof.’
Wren waited for the wave of embarrassment to hit, but it never came.She simply didn’t care.She’d spent the night fucking the Bear Slayer senseless, and gods, had it made herhappy.
Just as she was about to bring the tray to bed, she saw a scrap of parchment poking out from beneath the bowl of bread.She recognized Thea’s handwriting at once, wondering what sort of lewd comment her sister had made.
Her breath caught as she scanned Thea’s words, the note ending with a hastily drawn lightning bolt.
‘What is it?’Torj asked, brow furrowed.
But Wren wasn’t ready to end their night together.Instead, she shook her head.‘Just Thea telling us we need our sustenance.’
Torj scoffed and helped her with the tray.‘She’s hardly one to talk.’
They settled on the bed with the food and a flagon of wine between them, Wren still wearing his shirt, Torj still nude.Wren couldn’t stop her gaze from lingering on him.It was unfair, really, that the gods had made him so perfect.He looked like a god himself, splayed out on the bed beside her...
When she met Torj’s eye, he gave her a cocky grin.‘Not before you’ve regained your strength, Embers.’
She threw a piece of cheese at him.
Together, they ate and passed the wine back and forth.Wrenhadn’t realized how hungry she was until she’d eaten more than half her share and found Torj smiling at her again.
‘I knew I wasn’t feeding you enough,’ he said, pushing the rest towards her.
‘It’s not your job to feed me,’ Wren replied, taking another bite of bread and washing it down with some wine.
‘It most certainly is.’
When they finished eating, amid the rumpled sheets, he drew her to his chest and she melted into him, the soul bond flickering in bursts of gold around them once more.
