Page 61 of A Song of Air
His hands gripped her naked hips, digging his nails deep until it caused grooves in her skin. He pulled her down onto him, spearing her, splitting her with his cock. It felt so real. Too real, she could almost taste the desire on his body. She could almost feel his hard cock sliding inside her as if it were truly happening. She could almost feel his lips reach up to take her mouth in a searing kiss—
And she could almost swear the desire pulsing between her legs was actually happening.
Bryson tore herself out of the vision at the same time she pushed herself up and away from him with her palms. She leaned back, staring down at the smirking Fae, her every breath pulling out of her like a ragged thing. She was straddling his legs, trying very hard to ignore the hard press of his rising cock at her center.
“Stop it,” she said through gritted teeth. “Stop putting visions into my head.”
He puffed out a breath, his hands sliding up the tops of her thighs. She swatted them away and he pressed them against his chest. “Is that really what you want?” he taunted in a voice smooth and deep.
“Yes. It is.”
“Hmm.” His golden eyes flicked to where their lower halves pressed intimately together. “From the smell of your arousal, and the fact you’re still on top of me, I’d say you’re lying, little mate.”
“Well, I’m not.”
And yet her body remained immobile for a few moments more. Her face heated. With shame or desire, she couldn’t be sure. It was then that she became increasingly aware of their position, of the wetness that had suddenly pooled from between her thighs.
No, she thought, this isn’t supposed to happen. With a growl, she shoved from his body, pushing herself to a stand. As she stepped back, her thighs shifted together, coating her skin with arousal that made her body flush just a few shades hotter. She prayed the others couldn’t scent the evidence of what he’d done to her.
He’d placed that vision in her head on purpose. To provoke her. To provoke Ev. And that vision had felt like she was living it, colliding with her reality, causing her insides to pulse with a desperation she never knew was possible. His scent only grew stronger, permeating through her very being. Something electrified between them, demanding she pull closer.
Was this the magic of the bond?
She couldn’t help her body’s reaction to him, no matter how unwanted the advance was. She supposed she could forgive him if he was acting this way. Bonds of Mana made Fae do wild things. But she wouldn’t forgive how purposeful he was in trying to kill Ev.
Ev.
She gave Weylyn’s form on the ground one last, lingering look before she whirled to face her boyfriend.
The shame came in a blast as she witnessed his anger. Even from a distance, even with a blurry form, she knew. And beside him stood Arlo, his arms crossed tightly against his chest.
Arlo inhaled loudly, and she wished she could slink away and hide her own scent. Everyone knew what he did to her, and it was humiliating. “If the two of you are quite finished with... whatever that was, we have a job to do, Bryson.”
Bryson straightened, mustering whatever dignity she still had left. “What job?”
“A wagon is set to approach soon. It contains Fae escorted by soldiers.”
Bryson let out a breath, and with it, a sliver of her magic. It grounded her, eased her nerves, even as it drifted Weylyn’s scent straight in her direction. She ignored that part and opened her eyes again. Not only was Arlo giving her purpose, he was also pulling her back to his side, reminding her that she had a loyalty, and more importantly, to whom it was owed.
She stepped forward, walking back over to Ev’s side, though he pointedly ignored her. It stung, though she supposed she shouldn’t be surprised after what Weylyn had done. Still, her chest ached with the sting of his rejection.
“Everyone knows what to do,” Arlo announced, his gaze flicking towards the others. “And as for the Resistance? Well, I guess now is the time to prove just how good you really are.”
