Page 35 of Of Kings and Thieves

“Hm,” I hummed. “It is now.”

After two more kisses and a moment of running his hand down my back, Col pointedly suggested that everyone get some sleep. Killian had first watch, and he stood with his back to the fire, cloak wrapped around him and hood over his head. I shuddered involuntarily at the image he represented, and had to forcibly remind myself that Killian was a friend, that he had saved my life.

The storm whipped overhead, and there was nowhere to go except where the fire could keep us warm. I snuggled down next to Col, between our cloaks. His hands roamed my body, idly, and he planted more kisses on my face before moving down to my neck. I pressed myself into him, arching my neck to give him better access.

Then Col kissed my mouth again, this time with more need. My lips parted for his and the wet heat of his tongue would have made my knees buckle if I had been standing.

“I want you, Samara,” he whispered against my lips.

“Here? Now?”

“Yes. Here and now.”

“They’ll hear us,” I whispered, glancing at Magnus’s sleeping form on the other side of the fire and Killian’s still frame, as immovable as a statue.

“I don’t care,” Col said. “Magnus is asleep, and Killian is preoccupied with the watch.”

I huffed a laugh. “Which means he’ll hear everything.”

Does that worry you, my little siren?

Yes. Maybe.

It just means you’ll have to keep your voice down, because I intend on making you come tonight.

A jolt of pleasure ran between my legs.

No training?

He hummed along my neck. This is a different kind of training.

Col kissed me as if for the first time, tenderly and yet as if he’d been holding back for far too long. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled himself close, his body pressed against mine, chest-to-chest, covering me with his warmth. I felt the press of his erection against my thigh and my heart began to beat even faster.

I wanted nothing more than to tear off Col’s clothes, sit on him, and ride him with abandon. And yet, I wanted to take my time, wanted to explore his body, to not be in a hurry. To show him what he meant to me.

Col continued kissing me and his hand moved from my breast to my belly and then farther down. He undid my belt buckle and raised my shirt, and his hand splayed across my bare skin felt as hot as the fire itself. The warmth tingled from his fingers and went ever downward, to my aching core.

“I haven’t bathed,” I said self-consciously, not quite surrendered to the heat of the moment.

“I don’t care,” he said into my neck. While his lips sucked on a place just below my ear, his fingers trailed a line straight between my legs. When he found my clit, he began to put just the right amount of pressure on it, circling his fingers around and up and then farther down. I automatically opened my thighs for him.

He groaned softly, his mouth moving to my ear. “That’s it, baby, let me feel how wet you are for me.”

I managed to undo his pants and stick my hands in them. Col sucked in a breath when I wrapped my hand around his cock and stroked him. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Samara,” he whispered. “And I’m going to make you come until I wring every doubt and fear out of you, over and over again, until you’re ruined for anyone else but me.”

His fingers slid inside me then, and he found that delicious spot that no one had ever touched before. When he pressed my clit with his thumb at the same time, the pleasure increased tenfold, and my hips bucked beneath him. Col chuckled as I pressed my face against his chest to silence myself.

Then I remembered what my hands had been doing, and I continued stroking him until he was hard. The tip of his cock was wet, and I brought my fingers up to taste him, making sure he saw what I was doing.

Col’s eyes darkened, and he hooked both fingers inside me and began pumping them faster, his thumb doing plenty of work on the outside. Surprised, I squeaked with the sensation and the pleasure.

Burying my mouth in his neck, I tried not to laugh, and Col was doing the same. I forgot to stroke him as his fingers inside me were doing terrible, naughty things, and I began bucking against him, seeking my pleasure. I pulled him down for a hard kiss, savoring the taste of him even as he brought me closer and closer to my peak. My body was flushed, and my breath came in quick gasps. Yet he didn’t relent, and I began to quiver around his fingers.

Then, to my utter disappointment, he withdrew his fingers and ran them lightly down my sides, leaving me panting heavily. “Please.”

I kept saying that around him, and one of these days I was going to make him beg too.

Col freed his erection and rubbed it up and down my wet center. I ached for him, needed him, and dug my nails into his arm as he entered me.

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