Page 98 of Light and Shadow
My body burns for this amazing human woman. I’ll never get enough of her.
Harper shares a wicked smile and sucks my cock deep into her mouth.
Her name grumbles from me, long and low. “That’s…” There are no words. My hips press for her to take more, and she does.
Lifting away, she lets me pop free while gripping my shaft in her fist. She sucks me deep again and again and slides her fingers gently along my balls.
Unable to bear any more of this beautiful torture, I reach under her arms and lift her up and over my body until her sex hovers over my waiting lips. Grabbing her ass, I pull her tight, sucking and licking until she’s riding my face and repeating my name like a prayer.
On a long keen, she comes apart, and I lap up every drop of her sweet nectar. Before I can roll her to her back, she skitters away and impales herself on my cock.
“By the old gods, Harper. You’ll be the death of me.” I clutch her thighs to keep her still, so I don’t come too fast.
She presses her fingers to her sex and circles the pearl. “It’s not a bad way to go.” She rises and falls, over and over, until we’re both panting. Riding me like she’s the goddess and I’m her steed, she has perfect rhythm and never falters. Harder and faster.
My body tightens, and I shoot my seed deep inside her on a groan of pure rapture while her sheath milks every last drop from me. With a shaky breath, she folds forward. Her hair spreads out like a silken veil across my chest. “I love you, Aaran.”
Those words are everything. I kiss the top of her head.
An hour past dawn, we head to the east ballroom.
It is a different scene than the day before, and I feel Harper’s trepidation ease. There are still guards at the door, but not as many.
It appears that every healer in the city has come to help.
My mother sits with Cara and Dorian by the large windows. Despite the rainy day, light filters in. We stop to see the children. They’re playing with four wood-carved dragons. Clean and dressed in new clothes, they’re hardly recognizable. It’s wonderful, but hard to think about the three who are not here and safe.
“What do you have there, Nond?” Harper asks the oldest boy.
“Drac.” He flies it over Fort’s head and lands on a bed.
“Are you hungry?” She rubs her stomach to make them understand.
Nond shakes his head, his focus on the toy.
Off to the side, two young elves watch over the children. One is Lori, if my memory serves. She’s only been working here for a few months. I met her once when she was first hired. “They all ate very well, miss. Yesterday, two meals, and they broke their fast with eggs and toast only an hour ago.” Her voice is soft and kind, just as a nanny’s should be.
Harper shakes the hands of the nannies. “Thank you for watching over them. They’ve been sleeping with us this last week. I worried they’d be lonesome. And with their family…” She swallows down the building emotions.
Lori’s eyes swim with her own. “We’ll see they’re distracted and cared for until they can be reunited with their families.”
Once Harper has thanked them again and said goodbye to the children, we cross toward my mother.
Smiling, Beran rushes toward us.
I have to blink several times to recognize that this is the same dour man I’ve traveled with these weeks.
He pulls Harper into a hug. “My magic has been restored. You can’t know what it’s like to have this part of me returned. It’s as if I were blind and had my eyesight given back.”
“I’m so happy for you, Beran.” She holds his hand and grins back at him. “Was it difficult to restore?”
“No. It was done with a reversal spell, but this is only simple for certain elves.” He takes a deep breath. “Your father healed me, Aaran. I’m forever grateful.” He shakes my hand.
“I’m pleased for you, my friend.” I’ve never seen a person altered so much for the better in so short a time, but I can imagine having one’s magic stripped away would be a horrible half-life without being enslaved. “I’ve asked the captain of the guard, Rían, to speak with you. He’ll ask about fortification and such at the black tower at Tobhtá.”
More sober, Beran nods. “I’d be pleased to help in any way I can.”
We continue to the windows where Mother and Cara are practically nose to nose. Every few feet one of the freed stops us to offer thanks. It takes twenty minutes to make the thirty-foot walk.
