Page 17 of A Dream Shrouded in Fury
I kissed my way back up to her lips.“What ever you want, Kalia bredtha me.”
With my mouth back on hers, I unlaced her breeches, and she wriggled out of them as though they were on fire, returning to my lap as soon as the discarded leather hit the grass.
Her quick movements sent a twinge of pain through my side, and I must have grimaced because she slowed down and trailed her hand over where my wound hid under my shirt.“Maybe we should—”
I silenced her with a kiss, this one gentler if no less hungry.“Maybe we should keep going.Maybe we should forget about what happened.Forget what’s going to happen.Maybe you should simply be here.With me.Right now.”
She hesitated, gauging the wisdom of my words, though she had to know none existed.Not that it mattered.Their rightness sat deep in my soul, and I could only breathe out a sense of completeness when she settled her weight in my lap again, this time tugging off my shirt so my skin was flush against hers.
We were both scarred, both flawed, and those flaws fit together into a seamless one as she rubbed herself against me, then lined me up with her opening and slid down, bit by bit, moving slow enough to torture us both.
Neither of us breathed.Neither of us looked away from the other as she took more of me into her.Her already dilated pupils grew wider.There was no more blue, only the blackness of her desire.I lost myself in the churning tide of her passion, needing it, craving it already and I hadn’t even experienced the entire array of what she offered.
The sensation of her was as exquisite as I’d anticipated.A decadent treat I never believed I’d be lucky enough to indulge in.And when she was fully seated, my total length pressed inside her, I felt more solid than I had since the first time Leonine had proved my music couldn’t defend me.
To my surprise, tears welled in Kalla’s eyes, as though her thoughts had travelled down similar, painful roads.
She tried to look away and hide the swell of emotion, but I caught her chin in my palm and guided her face towards me.
“Beautiful,” I said, leaving no room for argument.“Perfection.”
Nothing but truth.She had woken my heart from its sleeping cocoon and drawn my soul from the void.Fae might carry the magic of the sun in their blood, but her dark power had raised me from the dead.
Kalla rolled her hips and took me even deeper, and I met her with a thrust of my own.All around us, the night brushed against our naked bodies, adding a symphony of trembling leaves and rustling grass to our gasps and moans.I ran my nose along her neck, kissed the line beneath her jaw, nipped her ear lobe.I couldn’t keep my mouth off her, and my hands were just as greedy, taking in every curve, exploring, learning.
With every bounce and roll of her body, my pleasure crept closer, spilling across my thoughts until all that existed was her.
“Jael,” she murmured in my ear, and that soft breath, that reminder thatIwas the one satisfying this fascinating, rare, stunning creature, had me bracing against the final edge.
“Come with me,” I whispered, and she bowed her forehead against mine.Her body shuddered and her cries filled the night as she fell.Her slick muscles clenched around my cock, milking me of everything I was, and I groaned her name into her neck.
A tingle woke in my chest—a familiar but forgotten warmth that spread through my limbs and surged outwards.As I crested my peak, my body releasing every ounce of pleasure this woman had created in me, the whole world went dark.
Kalla
XII
My heartbeat hadn’t had time to settle when the world disappeared around me.
I leapt out of Jael’s lap, his spend and my desire dripping down my leg, and whirled around to put my back to him and protect him from any possible threat.But there was nothing but darkness, woven so tight not even my vampiric vision could penetrate it.
Within moments, the shroud vanished, leaving the night untouched.There were no sounds of anyone approaching, no echo of anyone else’s heartbeat except Jael’s racing behind me.
Slowly, I turned to face him and caught his wide-eyed stare.
“What was that?”I asked.
“I don’t know.”He rubbed his chest.“It felt like… but it couldn’t be.I don’t know.It was fae magic.”
He looked like he was going to say something else, but loud voices shouting a language I was becoming familiar with reached me from a distance.Fae.
I grabbed our clothes off the ground.“Get inside.”
I was a fool.I was such a fucking fool.Every step of the way I’d made the wrong choice, but fucking my prisoner?I deserved every cruel word Thorn would heap on me when I returned home.
Jael staggered to his feet, and I tucked my arm under his to help him hurry into the cave.His face was pale, his hands trembled, and by the way he kept looking over his shoulder towards the cave entrance, he’d heard what I had.
“Do you think it’s more guards?”I asked, keeping my voice low so it didn’t carry outside the cave.“Could more have been sent to make sure all the rebels are dead?”
