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‘No!’ I pull her back before she can go over the edge. ‘I’ll help you,’ I tell her, wracking my brains for why she could possibly be acting this way.
‘Did you eat something, Bryn?’
‘What? No, I just started the fire and then I started feeling...hot and now I hurt, and I want...’
She turns into me, clawing at my clothes.
‘Gods, forgive me,’ I whisper, and I put my hand where she wants it.
She’s soaking and she clutches at me with a cry. ‘Mount me. Rut me,’ she begs, and I close my eyes, pushing out a harsh breath.
‘No, Bryn,’ I murmur, ‘but I will help you.’
And then her lips are on mine. Her kiss is unpracticed and my heart sinks when I think that this is perhaps her first one, or at least the first one that was given, instead of taken.
But she isn’t really giving it. This isn’t real. Whatever’s happening to her, it’s got to be some Dark Realm malady.
I kiss her back, hating myself but unable to resist her lips on mine, something I’ve been dreaming about since the first day in The Barrack if I’m completely honest with myself.
My fingers work her between her legs, the sounds of my fingers driving into her filling the cave. She cries out her release, her back bowing as she arches back, her legs shaking with the force of her pleasure.
She quiets, her eyes closing for a moment before she opens them again.
‘I’m sorry,’ she whispers. ‘I don’t know why this is happening. I’ve never felt like this before.’
‘It’s all right,’ I say. ‘When Jak gets back, he’ll be able to help.’
She stays quiet for only a few minutes before she’s clutching at me and whimpering again.
She unbuttons my tunic despite my half-hearted protests, and, I bring her to pleasure again, and then again.
In the end, I unroll my bedroll for us, kicking off my boots to get a bit more comfortable when she doesn’t show any signs of this fever abating.
On the fourth time, I have her legs wide as I lick her cunt, and her cries echo sweetly through the cave.
‘What the fuck is this?’ I hear Jak snarl from behind me, and I wince, but I don’t stop because I know she’s close.
She cries out a moment later, her body clenching around me as she scrapes her fingernails through my hair.
I sit back on my heels and look over my shoulder at the others.
‘It’s not what you think,’ I say, pulling my blanket over her only for her to kick it away a moment later, saying she’s too hot.
‘Then what is it?’ Morgan growls, sounding angrier than he has in a long time. ‘Because you warned me away from her, and the first time you’re alone with her, you’re...’ he lets out a snarl of fury, ‘releasingher. That’s what Ithink, Locke!’
I glance at Jak helplessly as she begins to beg me again.
‘She’s been like this almost since you left,’ I explain. ‘We dropped a pack at the Gate so I went to get it. I wasn’t gone for more than a few minutes and when I came back she was begging me to help her. There’s something wrong with her.’
‘So, you thought you’d take advantage?’
I get to my feet and push Morgan hard. ‘We know each other better than that!’
‘I thought we did too, but you’ve been different since we came to the Dark Realms.’
‘Fuck you,’ I grate out. ‘You haven’t been in this cave with her while she cries and begs for pleasure. I’ve made her come four times already, and she keeps wanting more. She whimpers and says it hurts.’ I put my face in my hands.
‘Oh, aye, it sounds awful!’ Morgan mutters, rolling his eyes.
