Page 72 of Forged in Rain

He whispers the word and pulls me up, forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist. His erection brushes against my core, and I whimper.

Groaning, he licks my bottom lip and grinds against me. “What, beauty?”

With a moan, I lean my head against the wall. “I love you.”

There’s a brief pause, and his eyes go wide. My heart thumps painfully before I watch them turn to liquid fire, and he growls, “Fuck, beauty.”

With a desperation that makes my heart clench, he takes my mouth. I meet him halfway, the need in his face creating havoc in my system.

We trade heated kisses until I’m breathless. He helps me to stand and pulls my pants down my legs. A whimper escapes me when he kneels at my feet and breathes me in.

“So fucking hot,” he mutters, licking into my folds. With a moan, I collapse against the wall and close my eyes.

He nibbles on my clit, and I gasp, bucking into his face, shivering when he chuckles and licks into my hole.

“Cyn,” I breathe when he inserts a finger, stroking inside with shallow pumps.

I writhe above him, the pleasure building sweetly in my core. Groaning, he pulls my aching clit into his mouth, and I shout, orgasming in a painful wave.

“Mm,” he growls, lapping me up before standing. His chest heaves, and he stares at me with glittering eyes until I drop to my knees, and he breathes. “Fuck, beauty.”

I unbutton his jeans with a siren smile and pull out his length, pulsing and hot in my hand. With a groan, he thrusts toward me, and I kiss the head before licking around the circumference.

“Ah, fuck.” He grabs my hair and guides me over his length. Hollowing my mouth, I take him deep and smile when he sucks in a breath. My heart sings, knowing I’ve brought this devilish man to his proverbial knees.

He pumps into me quickly, his erection pulsing along my tongue. My core tingles at the naughty feeling of him brushing my throat, and I hum my pleasure.

“Fuck,” he growls, pulling my head back and coming on my face.

He’s watching me so intently with his eyes glazed that I preen, sticking my tongue out to catch the last drops. When he’s done, he pulls me up and kisses me sweetly, his pretty eyes glowing with satisfaction.

After a minute, he pulls back, brushing my hair out of my face. “We’re late,” he says with a pretty grin.

My chest burns, and I smile shyly as he helps me back into my pants before buttoning up.

“Let’s go,” he says, pulling me from the closet, but as we walk away, my smile fades to a frown.

I just told him I loved him, and he said nothing in return.

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After school, we head to the cabin and convene around the table when we arrive. Cyn’s been quiet since our interlude in the broom closet, and I’m sweaty at the thought he may be running scared.

I should have kept my damn mouth shut. Who confesses their love like that? We’re still basically kids, and he said it himself; guys are interested in one thing at our age. Shit.

“We need to figure out what to do about Rand,” Cyn says, breaking me from my paranoia.

“He must know,” I say miserably, slumping in my chair and covering my face.

“Don’t worry, Lil Bit,” Jig says softly. “We’ll figure this out.”

With a tremulous smile, I turn away, ignoring the soft pulse of regret when Cyn doesn’t even twitch at Jig’s words or his attention. Maybe I did ruin everything by blurting out my feelings, but whatever, I could die tomorrow. How can I regret being honest?

“What’s the plan?” Bastion asks, studying Cyn with a curious gleam in his eye. Cyn doesn’t bother to glance up from where he’s staring at the table with a scowl.

“We wait. Once I’ve spoken to my father, we’ll determine the next steps. I have to go.” He pushes back abruptly, and the chair screeches across the floor. Without further comment, he’s gone, and I stare at the doorway with my jaw at my knees.

That’s it? Is he just going to leave? What an ass weasel.

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