Page 63 of Those That Are Lost
Sweeping both his hands into my hair, he takes control of the kiss, wrapping his tongue round mine with such expertise I groan as my body heats with his closeness. I grind along his cock feeling myself growing wet.
‘Fuck, Red. You’re so responsive, I feel like I’m going to blow before I even get inside you. I can already smell your arousal. It’s such a fucking turn-on I can’t?—’
He cuts off with a groan, both aloud and in his mind, as I grind on him again, riding the full length of him underneath my core and putting some much needed pressure to my clit.
I swear he whimpers as I rise up to use my hand to slot him to my entrance.
“Red, wait!” Ty’s hands come to my thighs, his grip tight enough that I pause.
“Why?”
“We can’t.” He lets out a dejected sigh. “We need to be using birth control before I can go bare inside you again and I’m guessing you don’t have any condoms.”
Shit.My skin cools like I’ve had a bucket of cold water dumped on my head. I rise higher on my knees. Now we’re mated I’ll be fertile again.
“Thank the gods one of us is thinking, huh?” I say, the disappointment washing through me. Although the fear of getting pregnant right now firmly shuts the door on sex until I get some tonic.
‘Let’s not think about that right now, maybe we can’t fuck butwe can do other things.’Ty shoots into my mind as he wiggles, yes wiggles, down between my legs. My eyes widen as I realise what he’s about to do.
As soon as his head is between my thighs he grips onto them with his hands once more and gives me one sharp order.‘Sit.’
At the first feel of his tongue, I forget everything except submitting to the pleasure Ty delivers on my body. And then the pleasure I lavish him with. The connection between our minds allows us an even deeper experience as we explore this new power, our mouths thoroughly occupied with other things.
Two orgasmseach and with the sun finally rising, we decide it's time to head back to the village. We take our time strolling back, enjoying the quiet landscape as we ask each other any and every question we can think of through our minds. We also test the limits of access we have to each other’s heads.
Turns out we can still keep thoughts from the other, unless our guards drop entirely, but conversing in our minds is as natural as breathing.
‘What did you mean earlier? You mentioned Henry joining us, and other packs,’I ask as we enter the woods, our joined hands swinging between us.
Ty momentarily pauses in his stride, causing me to turn and look at him, the braid I’d put my hair into whipping round my shoulders.
‘I need to show you some things,’he answers in a very evasive way.
‘What things?’Ty tugs me as I nearly stumble over a root, preventing me from falling. He doesn’t answer.‘Tell me. What is it?’
‘I was going to show you once we got back. You know those documents you saw before, the ones from my parents?’
‘Yeah…’
‘Well, I’ve been using them, and many others, to set up some agreements with some of the packs that are left across the continent.’
I stop walking to blink at my mate. My eyebrows hit my hairline.
Ty steps up to me and delivers a quick kiss to my lips before I can react. Then he gives me that playful smile that makes him look far younger, like he hasn’t been through any of the traumas he’s faced.
“I’ve been securing our future on Froan.”
My jaw also hits the floor.‘How?’
‘When my parents ran the pack, there was a council of sorts, a group of various leaders who formed an alliance. When the war broke out, it meant that there was a network to send blood, offer refuge, and support packs where the fighting was most intense. I’ve been trying to revive that and gain some legitimacy for when I take out Adicious.’
I’m no longer staring in shock, but in horror. Cold fear sluices round my stomach.
‘Ty, we can’t…’
‘I think we have to, Red. It’s going to be him or us in the end. Even if we settle somewhere else on the continent we will always have to watch our backs. I’ve already made progress with three other packs and they’re not going to step in when I kill him.’
‘The pack in Froan though, it's too many.’
