Page 52 of All's Fair in Lion and War
He wanted her to be a boneless mindless senseless puddle of completely satisfied female.
Saul slipped two fingers inside her slick body, cursing under his breath that it wasn’t his cock. But she wasn’t ready for that. If he fucked her right now, he’d bite her. He’d claim her. And he needed her to choose him back. He needed her to want his mark.
He flicked her clit with his tongue, using the rough texture of his partially shifted tongue to slowly help her find that mindless place of bliss. Then he drove his fingers in and out, mimicking what he would do with his cock once he had the chance.
She came off the table with a high-pitched wail a few seconds later. And then the whimpering and panting and moaning turned suddenly to hiccuping sobs and tears.
He removed his fingers from her body. Pulled her pants up. Then tugged her shirt down to cover her beautiful breasts.
She sat up on the table and he knelt on the floor below her. She looked down at him from beneath wet eyelashes. She didn’t speak. She didn’t have to.
He knew what she was thinking about, but he’d had years to come to peace with his loss. She’d had hours. Barely two days.
“Did I push you too far?” He met her gaze, looking for an answer to his question in her glittering brown eyes, and hoping she wouldn’t sayyes.
She shook her head. “I chose. Over and over, I chose. You didn’t push and I don’t regret my choice, I’m sad. I’m sorry.”
“Sadness is to be expected. Lorelei, you have gone through something unthinkable. And then something even worse. You were robbed of your memory. And now you have all those memories crashing back on you like rocks sliding down a mountain face. And still you refuse to be beaten.”
He took her hand in his, choosing to ignore the slight flinch, and pressed the back of her hand to his lips. She still glowed with thesoul call. Her light was all that he wanted to see. He wanted to bathe in that light and never leave it.
“You are strong.”
“I’m not. I’m so weak. I’m barely the woman I remember. My lion is exhausted. My spirit is—”
“Alive and well.” He smiled up at her, a playful smile that a boy used to make a girl smile back. “Or do you not remember the very startling slap you delivered to my face?”
It worked.
The tears stopped.
The corners of her mouth curved up with a hint of amusement.
“I don’t know where we go from here. I don’t know how to do this.”
“One day at a time. No expectations. A lot of communicating.” Saul stood and held out his hand. “Right now, I need you to promise me to—”
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Lorelei
Thunk.
The door between the kitchen and the dining area swung open and smacked the wall behind it.
Tor ran toward Saul. “Get down!” Everyone scrambled.
A shot rang out.
Glass broke.
There wasn’t time to react. Pain blossomed in her side. There was a whooshing sound in her head and her knees gave out sending the floor toward her face.
“Lorelei.” Saul’s voice was shouting her name.
There were more people shouting and growling.
So much noise.
