Page 71 of A Song of Air
They became a desperate tangle, pawing at each other’s clothes, yet couldn’t get them off fast enough. The distance placed between them these past few days had taken its toll, and now they were coming together again, clicking into place where they should’ve been, exactly how they were meant to be.
Ev’s hands slid up her skin, shoving her shirt out of the way so he could bare her chest to the cool night air. The breeze made her nipples harden, and then his mouth was there to ease that ache. His lips clamped over her, tongue laving it up like a feast. One, then the other, Ev gave equal attention to both.
Bryson wriggled beneath him, needing friction, needing mindless thrusts. She wanted to feel the pain of the wood against her back. She wanted that pinch, the bite, to drown and choke on mindless pleasure for a little while.
“Fuck,” Ev cursed against her skin. “Fuck, Bryson. Take me out.”
Her hands were steady as they pulled at the strings against his pants before she slipped inside, grasping his cock at the base. Everette jerked against her tight hold, and she firmly stroked up and down, careful not to squeeze too hard, lest she hurt him in her grip.
Ev grunted in her ear, his own hands fumbling to shove her pants down. Once he managed, his calloused fingers slid over the folds of her lips, smearing her wetness against her clit, causing her to jolt at the small zing of pleasure.
“Put me inside you,” Ev urged.
Bryson brought his tip against her entrance right before removing her hands. Ev surged inside in a single thrust, and her back slid against the wood. It wasn’t the full grip of pain she desired, but it would ease the ache.
She thrust her hips up. “Move,” she ordered.
Ev did. His hips snapped hard against hers while his mouth came crashing down on her neck. He nipped and sucked and clamped his teeth down on the most sensitive part of her neck. It was soft at first, but he slowly increased the pressure of his bite like he was trying to break the skin.
“Ev...” Bryson’s hands grasped at his shoulders. “What are you—”
He’d never bitten her before. Not like that. A bite between couples, particularly if one was Fae, felt... sacred. And Ev knew that.
He pulled away, licking the spot he’d marked. She felt the sting of his abrasion, but he hadn’t torn into her. “I want to mark you,” he declared, thrusting harder. “I want to bite you. I want—fuck—Bryson!” His hips snapped harder, and he dropped his mouth to her neck once more. “Iwant to be your mate.”
The words were so shocking, Bryson jolted against him, eyes widening. He didn’t notice her shock. He was pounding against her, his breathing growing heavier and heavier. He didn’t try to clamp down again. Almost as if he were waiting for her permission. Almost as if he were waiting for her to agree.
“Silly human.”
Bryson gasped as that sultry voice drifted through her mind. For a second, her soul felt suspended as the breeze blew that spicy, warm, addictive scent in her direction. It consumed her more than the heat of any fire ever could. It wrapped around her in an embrace that she was too weak to fight.
Her eyes opened, and through the blur of darkness and leaves and branches, she caught a flash of gold.
Of him.
Then she was disappearing into her mind once more. There was nothing but darkness there. Darkness and the sensual threat of his presence. Phantom hands slid down her back, making Bryson shiver.
“Silly, foolish human. Trying to mark you while he ruts you.”
Bryson’s cheeks heated at the cruel, crude words Weylyn spat. There was an undercurrent of anger to them, and yet they remained dark and provocative.
She was well aware she’d drifted deep into the dark recesses of Weylyn’s magic. She could no longer feel what was happening in her own body. Couldn’t feel Everette fucking her, trying to bite her as if a bond between them could ever take place. She knew nothing of the reality.
She only knew this.
“Does he not know that you are mine?”
She felt a hand at her back, pushing her into that place where this dream and reality collided. So she could almost feel him.
“You are mine, little mate.”
Suddenly, the vision faded. She was thrust back into reality. Back on that tree house. With the air caressing her fevered skin, teeth at her neck, and hips snapping rapidly against hers.
Bryson let out a breath of relief when she no longer saw a flash of gold, hiding and spying from the trees. Maybe he’d left. Maybe Weylyn had gone.
Everette pulled away, staring down at her...
Bryson bit her tongue to hold back a scream as Everette’s face morphed, shifted, changed, and the features she’d come to know became someone else. Someone new.
