Page 67 of Silver & Smoke
Easy, Embers,his gravelly voice bloomed in her mind.I can feel your magic simmering around us...
I can’t help it, she replied, squinting through the dark, trying tomake out his broad shoulders ahead, his hammer strapped across his back.
You have more control, more strength than you realize, came his answer.
And how do you know that, Bear Slayer?she asked.
Because I knowyou.
I miss you.The words tumbled from her mind into his before she could stop them, and as they drifted down that tether between them, she felt the truth of them, the weight of them in her chest. Had it only been in the dark and early hours of that very morning that they’d been together by the stream? It felt like a lifetime ago.Gods, I miss you.
And I missyou, Embers. You have no idea the torture it has been not to claim you for all to see. You’re mine. Mind, body and soul, and yet...
And yet here we are,she finished for him.Together but apart.
For a moment, there was nothing but silence through the bond, and Wren worried that she’d said too much, been too hopeless – until his voice caused a shiver to wash across her skin.
How can I make it better? How can I serve you, my queen?
She relished the sound of him, her toes curling in her boots at the title on his tongue. He had said it with reverence, and the promise of pleasure.I need a distraction, she told him.
Wren swore she could hear his laugh echo somewhere.Shall I tell you a story? Or paint you a picture, Embers?
Wren’s grip tightened on her reins.Paint me a picture.
As my queen commands, he replied, his inner voice low and sultry now.
Wren didn’t know how he did it, but suddenly he was there, as clear as day in her mind. He was naked, in all his war-honed glory – the bulging muscles shifting in his back, his sculpted backside clenching as he thrust...
Torj was showing herthem. He had her bent over a table, and he was driving into her. She arched beneath him, lifting her hips to meet every stroke.
Wren watched them as though she were an outsider looking in, her heart hammering and her breath catching as Torj’s massive hands spread her open, his thumb brushing an incredibly intimate part of her...
Has anyone ever touched you here, Embers?
No...She nearly moaned the word aloud.
Then I’ll be the first.He circled her back entrance with the pad of his thumb as he pounded into her.And the last.
Wren realized she was on the verge of grinding into her saddle, and she was suddenly grateful for the dark, for she knew her cheeks were flushed.
Was that distraction enough for you?A note of amusement laced Torj’s voice.
Wren didn’t reply straight away; she was too busy trying to compose herself. She could feel the dampness between her legs, and her whole body was throbbing with need.Will that...?She swallowed.Will that feel as good as I think it will?
She could hear the smile in her Bear Slayer’s words.Guess we’ll have to find out... Does it interest you, Embers?
Everything with you interests me.
Then the possibilities are endless, he replied.But I’ll have to politely retreat now. Riding with a cock as hard as stone and balls fit to burst isn’t exactly comfortable...
Wren suppressed a laugh.I thought I took care of you this morning. But apologies for the inconvenience, Warsword.
Once is never enough with you. And I don’t want your apologies. I want you to think about how good the pressure might feel there, how my cock—
Wren managed to close her mind before Torj could paint the next picture, and she heard him laugh up ahead. Who knew her Warsword was so filthy? And apparently... so was she.
But the interlude with the Bear Slayer had done the trick. Though she was coiled tight with unmet need, her magic had quietened, and she was no longer at risk of bringing the mountain down on their heads as they navigated the narrow pass.
