Page 55 of Void of Endings
Tiernan drove himself into her one final time, the storm of his lust spilling into her. Filling her.
Maeve’s legs went limp, falling from his shoulders while she sagged against the headboard. Her cheeks were pink and her breathing was labored, the erratic beating of her heart a perfect match to his own. He eased back, gently gathering her into his arms, and adjusted her so her backside was curled against him.
She snuggled into him, and his cock twitched.
Absolutely not.
Hissirraneeded rest.
And he needed to catch his breath. At least for another hour or two.
He reached down and tugged one of the blankets over them, enjoying the contented little sigh that escaped her.
“Infinitely,” he murmured, brushing some of her hair back from her cheek.
“Eternally,” she whispered in return.
Minutes slowly ticked by into hours, and though Tiernan knew at some point he had fallen asleep during the night, it didn’t last long.
The door to his bedroom burst open just as the first rays of sunlight speared through the balcony door. He jolted upright, instantly tossing one hand over Maeve.
Merrick stood in the doorway, eyes wide. He bowed quickly. “My lord.”
“What is it?” Tiernan asked, every muscle in his body instantly on high alert.
Beside him, Maeve clutched the blanket to her chest and sat up, her gaze darting between the two of them.
“I just received word from Ciara.” Merrick was ashen, and he swallowed. “Ashdara is under attack.”
“Are you certain? Because last time…” Tiernan trailed off. Because the last time they’d thought the Winter Court was in peril, it was actually Niahvess that had been assaulted. And Maeve had lost Shay.
“I’m positive, my lord.” He nodded, the streak of hot pink running through his hair shining brighter in the early morning light. “Giants are on the move.”
Shit.
“We’llfadein, otherwise we’ll never get there in time before they destroy the city.” Tiernan’s mind shifted into battle-mode. “Put Saoirse in charge of our forces here and increase patrols at all borders. Any warrior who canfadecomes to Winter with us.”
“And the Furies,” Maeve added, her back straightening. “The Furies come with us.”
“Yes, my lady.” Merrick inclined his head. “My lord.”
Then he vanished.
Tiernan stood and glamoured himself in full armor. The leather molded to his muscles, protected his chest. Maeve did the same, her aubergine leathers shielding every inch of her.
He held out his hand to her.“Are you ready,moh Ríenna?”
She nodded sharply, her eyes flaring with determination. “Always,moh Rí.”
Chapter Fifteen
Tiernanfadedinto the western edge of the Winter Court, only to find it had descended into chaos. The mass of gray clouds disguising the sun made it nearly impossible to see anything beyond a few feet in front of him.
He squinted into the snowstorm, spying Winter warriors in silver leather and fur cloaks sprinting across fields of snow as seven giants lumbered out of the thick forest bordering the Spring Court. Some carried clubs outfitted with metal spikes, while others uprooted trees, snapping the mighty trunks in half to form massive wooden weapons. Cords of black veins crawled over their mangled faces, dried blood clung to their scraggly beards. Their breastplates were tarnished, and many of the giants bore wounds that left their armor in shreds, as though something far more powerful had ripped through the dense layers of leather and bronze.
It was their eyes, however, that drew Tiernan’s attention. They were glazed, possibly even entranced, and he wondered if the giants were of sound mind and body…or if they were being controlled by some other force.
Through the swirling snow, Tiernan caught sight of Malachy Brannon in the distance, his sword raised high above his head.The commander gave a sharp nod of respect before leading a charge of warriors into the fray.
