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Afterward, we lie tangled on the floor, naked and panting, the storm still raging outside. Hell, there’s one raging inside me too. I fight the urge to flip her over and rut into her again. She’s curled into me like she fits there. Like she always did.
And when she speaks, her voice is soft. “What now?”
I don’t answer right away. Because I know the second I do, this will stop being temporary. The second I admit what’s already burning in my blood, I will be hers and she is mine. There will be no turning back.
Instead of facing what we have done, I do what I’ve always done. I lie, I omit, and I deflect.
“We sleep,” I say, brushing her hair from her face. “And tomorrow, we hunt.”
She nods. But her eyes tell me she knows. The bond isn’t sleeping. And neither are we.
SEVEN
The Echo of Teeth
Emilia
In the middle of the night, with the storm still raging outside, I wake up. I’m burning up inside. Need crawls through my body like a snake slithering it’s way through the underbrush. Lucian lies sleeping beside me, his chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm.
I run my fingertips along the scars on his torso and a growl falls from his lips, the sound shooting directly to my pussy. My hand lowers from his scars to envelop his impressive erection and he moans my name. Good. I hope he is craving me as much as I do him.
For long moments, I run my hand over the hardness, enjoying the feel of him in my hand. A pearl of precum beads on the tip and I swipe it up with my thumb. I stare at it for long moments before bringing my finger to lips and licking it off. The salty sweetness explodes across my taste buds, and I can’t hold back my wanton moan. I rub my thighs together, trying to get any kind of relief.
“Fuck,” he curses drawing my gaze. “If that wasn’t the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
His voice is hoarse with sleep but his gaze is burning with lust. I watch him closely as I shit and lower my lips to his erection. I kiss the angry red crown, drawing another curse from him. He looks like he is in pain as he continues to watch me.
“What are you doing to me, little witch?”
I smirk, licking the length of his thick cock. “Whatever I want. Unless you want me to stop.”
“Goddess no,” he growls, wrapping his hands in my hair.
I lower my mouth over his cock and apply pressure. His hips shoot up and force his thickness deeper into my mouth. A loud growl leaves him as he holds me in place, fucking my mouth.
“Fucking hell. How am I supposed to stay away from you after this?”
He isn’t talking to me and I’m well aware of how he feels but his words still sting. They always do. I pull my head back, forcing him to release my hair or hurt me. I crawl up his body before lowering myself onto his cock.
I ride him, thrusting my hips forward harshly as I chase the pleasure quickly building inside me. His hands grip my hips harshly as he trusts up into me, fucking me from below. I lose myself in the moment and just enjoy being with him this way. I kneed my breasts and pull at my nipples, moaning as my orgasm falls over me.
He fucks me through the pleasure before rolling us over. His hips piston into me as he chases his own pleasure, his gaze locked with mine until he finds his own release.
Morning smells like ash and rain.
The cabin’s still dark, barely lit by the grey light slipping through broken windowpanes. Outside, the storm has passed, but the air feels strange, thick with static, like the sky hasn’t finished deciding what it wants.
Lucian’s arm is still draped over my waist. His skin is warm, branding me with the kind of weight I didn’t think I’d ever want again. And Goddess help me but I don’t want it, I fucking need it. I shift carefully, trying to slide out from under him without waking him.
His arm tightens. “Don’t,” he mutters, voice rough with sleep and something else. “Not yet.”
“I wasn’t leaving,” I whisper. “Just stretching.”
He doesn’t open his eyes. But his hand moves, tracing the curve of my hip like he’s memorizing it. I should push him away. Last night was insane. It was all heat and the bond and pure fucking madness. It wasn’t real though.
Still… “Do you regret it?” I ask, before I can stop myself.
Silence fills the space before he opens his eyes, and I know the answer before he says it.
