Page 77 of Queen of Whispers and Mist

She pulled back, drawing a mumbled protest from him. “But unfortunately, I think everything is going to have to wait. We should get back, check on the others.”

“Why? They’re grown-ups. They can look after themselves,” he murmured, kissing a path down her neck and collarbone.

Her body shook with laughter as she countered, “Even Bast?”

“He passes for a grown-up.”

“Look what happened last time he went off without you.”

“You’re not playing fair,” he grumbled, resting his chin just above her heart so she could appreciate his scowl.

“I rarely do, handsome. That’s why I always win.”

“And here I thought I was the one with the perfect record.”

Her gaze went molten. “You certainly won last night. And this morning.”

“Which is precisely why I’m much more interested in thiseverythingyou speak of than returning to the others. I’m aiming to beat my personal best.”

“Mmm, that does sound like fun, but...”

“No. No buts. Unless it’s yours.”

She smiled as she cupped his cheek, applying upward pressure until he moved so that his face hovered just over hers. “You’d never forgive yourself if anything happened to them.”

The fact that it was true didn’t make the pill any easier to swallow. “Fine,” he groaned, flopping over onto his back. “Have it your way. Just... give me a second to course correct.”

Reyna’s eyes trailed appreciatively over his torso, lingering on the jut of his swollen shaft.

“Keep looking at him like that, love, and we’ll be here all day.”

She reached across him to take his rigid length in her hand. “I suppose it’s only fair I help you take care of this first.”

A moan slipped free as she slid her palm up, using her thumb to gather the pearly bead at the tip before corkscrewing her fist back down. Then she was moving, the ends of her hair trailing over his skin as she replaced her hand with her mouth. She worked him like she’d been born for it, her mouth and hand applying the perfect combination of pressure and suction. It wasn’t long before the warning tingle of his impending orgasm crept up on him.

“Fuck, kitten. You have no business being so damned good at that.”

She released him with a wet pop. “Are you really complaining about my skill?”

“No. Fuck. I—” She lightly dragged the edge of her nail along the underside of his shaft, and he hissed in unexpected pleasure. “You just make it so fucking good I can’t—”

“Can’t what?” she asked, wrapping her other hand around his balls and giving a firm tug.

Think. Breathe. Exercise a single ounce of control.

But all that left him was an incoherent grunt when she slipped her lips over him and took him straight to the back of her throat.

“Reyna—” He broke off on a strangled groan when she hummed. The flutter of vibration, along with whatever she was doing with her hands, sent him skyrocketing over the edge.

He should have been embarrassed she’d made him come faster than a green lad holding his first tit, but when she sat back and offered him a sultry look as she licked her lips, he just couldn’t find it in himself to care.

“Better?”

He could barely hear past the roar of his pulse in his ears, but her smirk said it all. Surging up, he caught her by the hair and pulled her mouth to his. “If you’re asking if I enjoyed myself, I think you can still taste the answer on your tongue. But if you’re asking if my need for you has lessened, then the answer is no. It will always be no.”

Flipping them over, he moved until her thighs were up over his shoulders.

“Ronan.”

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