Page 64 of A Heart of Crimson Flames
Her thighs slapped against mine and I wondered if she was holding that stone to her clit, fucking me while pleasuring herself with it. My pussy dripped, my thighs slick with the sensation of her pushing in and out, pumping that gemstone into my eager body. When her other hand snaked around to rub my clit, I cried out. The feel of it was so overwhelming.
“What am I to you?” She panted, rubbing faster. “Say it.”
“My mate,” I moaned. “You’re my mate.”
Maez bent forward, curling over my back, her breasts rubbing against my bare skin, and I could hear in her ragged breaths that she was close again, too. She thrust the emerald into me, holding it there deep inside of me, stretching me until my eyes were rolling back. She moved against it, rubbing herself again and again against the rounded edge of the oblong and the heel of her hand gripping it. Her fingers kept circling me as my inner muscles squeezed against the stone.
I felt so light and weighted with lead all at once, my vision spotting.
“Yes,” I groaned as her fingers worked me faster.
Maez’s breaths grew more sharp, her breathing frantic as she began moving again, fucking me through her own release. The feeling of that stone pumping in and out again had me toppling over the edge.
I screamed, my eyes going dark as I bit down into the silken sheets and let her ride me through the most explosive orgasm I’d ever had in my entire life. My soul seemed to tear apart and reform, the sensation so overwhelming that Maez’s hand on my clit was the only thing keeping me from collapsing back down onto the bed. Wave after wave she pulled out of me, one orgasm colliding into another, feeling like I might never come back down.
My mind was blank, my body jelly, when she finally released me and I dropped against the coins and silk sheets, panting and ecstatic.
“I take back everything I said,” I panted into the sheets. “We definitely, definitely needed this treasure.”
Maez chuckled, slowly pulling the emerald out of my happily sore pussy and tossing it onto the bed. She dropped beside me and gathered me into her arms, and the feeling of my skin against her own soothed me.She was holding me. She hadn’t done that in so long, and Sweet Moon, it felt so good. It was like its own homecoming the way her fingers trailed down my back.
Yes. Maybe I could be selfish. Maybe I could have this. Maybe nothing else mattered. I’d turn my soul into her same shade of darkness until we were once again one and the same.
Sadie
WE MOVED BY THE LIGHT OF THE MOON, NAVIN DRIVING THEoxen while I hopped off the wagon every few minutes to clear the path northward. We had three days to be in Highwick and ready to battle. Every night was filled with those hypnotic songs. Navin and Ora had begun teaching them to the others, but still, Navin refused to let anyone control me but him. And I, for one, didn’t mind. He and I had always made the most sense when we were tangled up in bed together. A human and a Wolf. A magician and his song.
And oh the songs he made me sing when our bodies were intertwined.
Our love existed in this singular moment, the future not promised. And if we did survive the next three days, what then? Would I spend my life traveling, never planting down roots? Would I even be able to grow those roots in Olmdere, bored and idle? The training for this battle provided a much-needed reprieve from such questions.
“Those humans,” I said to the moonlight, shaking my head. The words hung in the cool night’s air. Navin’s chin bobbed from where he sat on the wagon bench beside me.
We’d had to quicken our pace northward after taking the humans to the temple of knowledge, but doubling back for themhad been the right thing to do. They were so shaken up; they needed our guidance and the soothing songs sung around campfires that healed them of wounds we could not see and lulled them to sleep.
“I know,” Navin murmured. “I won’t forget the looks on their faces for a long, long time.”
When we arrived at the temple, they were all so relieved, some even burst into tears. Others just warily surveyed the place, too broken and hollow to ever trust they’d be safe again.
“I’m going to gut Nero myself,” I hissed. “You sing him still and I’ll plunge my knife into his belly.”
“Not your teeth?”
“No. I don’t want him to die like a Wolf.”
Navin nodded. “Deal.”
I rubbed the back of my neck and stared down at my shadowed boots. “Do you think the Songkeepers are ready?”
I knew the weight of leading his people into battle was heavy on him. So few Songkeepers existed, and now they were battling between themselves, along with the Wolves, the humans collateral between them. No beings in Aotreas were safe anymore.
“They know the songs.”
“Why does that not actually comfort me?” I muttered. “If they manage to control the Wolves to our advantage, great, but what if one of them goes rogue and decides to join with Rasil? Or decades from now decides they want to use that magic for their own gains? Wolves could be ended forever.”
“Not ended,” Navin countered. “Maybe they’d have to stay in their human forms more often, though. Even with all of my force behind it, you cannot be easily controlled by my magic in your human form—well, not unless you want to be,” he added ruefully.
“And oh how I want to be.” I released a sultry chuckle.
