“Gorgeous.” He pulled back, then slid his hand over my breast, my belly, then my hip. At my thigh, he dipped his fingertips under the hem of my nightgown and began to pull it up. As he lifted it, he glanced up at me with his brows raised in question.
“Yes,” I managed to gasp. “Oh, yes, please.”
I lifted my hips enough for him to slowly slide the nightgown up. As he did, gold flashed in his eyes, and his lips parted. His touch was soft but so steady as he pulled it up, revealing my pale skin and small breasts. A flush built in my cheeks—he was looking at me like he wanted to devour me.
And I loved it.
I pulled the nightgown over my head and tossed it aside, then flopped back onto the bed, trying to will any shy feelings away as he looked at me. He ran one hand from my thigh, over my hip and my waist, to the curve of my breast, then squeezed gently and smoothed his thumb over my nipple. It hardened under his touch, and I gasped as an unexpected bolt of sensation coursed through me; I arched up toward his touch.
“So sensitive,” he growled, pleased, then leaned down and sucked that same nipple into his mouth.
“Ah!” I gasped, instinctively burying my hand in his hair.
“Hm?” he dragged his mouth over the soft skin of my breast, to my ribs, and sucked a kiss there. “Okay?”
“Feels good,” I murmured. “Really good.”
He grinned, then sucked my other nipple into his mouth, this time adding a hint of teeth. The sensation was dizzying, and my back arched again as I desperately sought out more. Then he sat up and maneuvered on the bed until he was kneeling between my spread legs, with his hands curled around my waist in a sweet, possessive gesture. His face was flushed, lips already slightly reddened from the kissing; sweat beaded on his temples.
I reached out instinctively for his bare chest, tripping my fingers over the warm flat plane of his abs. My tongue brushed the lower lip as I dipped my fingertips into the waistband of his pants and tugged. I wasn’t sure what I wanted—just that I wanted to see him. All of him.
He grinned. “Not yet, little wolf,” he promised, then leaned down and kissed my hip.
I gasped at the sensation. Everything felt heightened. He gripped my thighs and guided them over his shoulders.
Only then did I realize how wet I was. Every touch had made desire burn warmer and warmer inside me, low within my hips, and now it was like all my attention narrowed to the space between my legs—how wet I was, and how much I wanted him to touch me.
He dragged his mouth over my hip, the fine hair at my mons, then to my other hip. He kissed my thighs, both of them, then nipped at my inner calves, making me squeeze my legs around his head.
“Please,” I gasped.
“Please what?” he teased. His breath rushed warm and promising over my center, the hottest, wettest part of me, and I shivered at the sensation. At the promise of it.
“Don’t tease.” I was close to begging.
“Never would,” he growled.
He kissed my thighs again, then parted my legs wider. He was giving himself better access. Access for more kisses, a breath away from where I wanted him most—close enough that I raked my nails over his scalp and tugged gently.
He chuckled, pleased by my show of desperation.
Then, finally, he dragged the flat of his tongues through my wet folds.
I couldn’t hold back the moan, low and long as I gripped his hair with both hands. The pressure of his tongue on me felt incredible—even better than I remembered from the one and only time we’d fallen into bed together. He worked his tongue over me like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted, long, slow licks with hard pressure that ended right on the sensitive nub of my clit. Every touch made me shiver as pleasure raced over me, dancing along my nerves, chasing any remaining thoughts from my mind.
He kept going, working his tongue a little faster as he gripped my thighs hard. Something low in my gut began to coil tighter and tighter, warm and promising, as he licked me. My thighs quivered on either side of his head, my muscles flexing involuntarily as he brought me closer to the edge.
“Elias,” I gasped as I tugged on his hair. “Gods, please.”
He pressed the flat of his tongue to my clit, moving it harder and faster, and I arched up harder, toward his mouth like I needed more, more, and I was right on the edge of it, the tightness in my gut pulling tight, tight, tight, almost enough to snap, and then—
He stopped.
He dragged his tongue up the crease of my thigh and to my hip and kissed me again.
“Ah.” I couldn’t make words, I could only grip his hair tighter and tug again, wordlessly begging for him to lick me again.
He grinned and slid up my body. His mouth was shiny with my slick, and that made my wolf rear up with sudden animalistic desire as I tugged him down for a wet, dirty kiss. He growled as I plunged my tongue into his mouth, tasting myself on his lips. It was dizzying. I was still so wet, so desperate I was throbbing between my legs. It only worsened when Elias placed two fingers over my folds, over my entrance but not dipping inside. Never in my life had I felt so empty. I needed him. Needed him closer, needed him inside me.
Elias rocked his hips down and I felt the hard line of his dick pressing against my hip.
“Please,” I said. I wormed a hand between us and, ignoring my small spike of nerves, wrapped my small hand around his thick cock. “Let me see.”
He groaned at the contact. I squeezed gently and watched in awe as his mouth dropped open in pleasure.
Just from that? Just that touch, even through the fabric of his pants?
He maneuvered off me just enough to wrestle out of his pants and toss them aside. Again he crawled on top of me, except this time heat radiated from his bare body. His dick was thick, hard, dark with desire; he kissed me deeply and I slid my hand between us. I slid my palm over his chest, abs, then down to his erect cock. It was so hard in my hand, and so hot, but the skin was velvety-soft, and he groaned gorgeously when I gave it one firm stroke from root to tip.He broke the kiss to rest his forehead against my temple and groan, “Fuck, Reyna.”“Please,” I said again. It felt like the only word I knew. “I want you.”He mouthed a sloppy kiss to my cheek. “Yes?” he asked. “You want me inside you?”I nodded desperately. I did want that—I was a little nervous, but I wasn’t scared. He always made me feel good. Somehow I already knew this would be even better.“Really?” he asked.I stroked him again, firmly this time.He panted. “You’re sure?”“You want me to beg?” I asked, then squeezed h
He kissed my skin again, then rolled to the side, but only so he could shimmy down my body again.“Wait.” I petted over his sweaty hair and he looked up at me, warm brown eyes curious. He was so handsome it nearly took my breath away. Well—if I had any breath left after all that exertion. “I—I’m sensitive right now.”He grinned that familiar wolfish grin at me again. “Not going there again,” he said.Then, to my shock, he dragged his tongue over my belly and the white stripes of his release staining my skin.I gasped, stunned to stillness as he licked my skin. He was cleaning me up—cleaning me up and claiming me at the same time. It was so nasty it made me flush, now that my head was cleared by my post-orgasmic state. It was nasty, but it was also sexy. The force of my own desire shocked me, and my pussy throbbed at the sight of it, even though I was far too exhausted to go another round.Elias finished cleaning me up, and punctuated it with a kiss under my navel. I hummed with pleasu
Elias stormed into the bedroom in a huff when I was in the midst of braiding my hair.“Oh, hello,” I said. “Should I ask how negotiations are going?”Frustration radiated off him in waves. He stormed over to the small bar cart in the corner and poured himself a finger of brandy even though it was barely noon.“We’re going in circles,” he groused. “One minute, Draunar is demanding more land, and the next his advisors are suggesting they not look power-hungry, lest they make Askon suspicious. Then, the tax advisor wants adjustments to the proposed trade policy, then the general wants more land, and then Draunar is the one questioning if that will make Shianga look power-hungry, and around and around they go.” He shook his head. “It’s exhausting. I almost wonder if they’re doing it on purpose to stall the talks.”My dreamy mood was suddenly doused in cold water. My anxiety spiked a little. “What do you mean? Why would he try to stall the talks?”“I don’t know,” Elias said. He sighed and
I hadn’t seen any of the town at large, not since we’d rolled through the palace gates and into the courtyard. The four of us took a carriage to the center. Fina and Adora were nearly vibrating with excitement, and Elias looked pleased just to be out from under King Draunar’s thumb.The town outside Shianga was beautiful. It was quieter than Efra, with low buildings made of stone and clay, cobbled streets, and shop doors painted in bright colors like jewels. Fina hopped out of the coach first and adjusted her wide-brimmed straw hat against the afternoon sun.“Wow!” she said, and spun on her heel, taking in the town square with a wide smile. “This place is amazing! Come on, Adora!”Adora hurried out of the carriage, looking a little more hesitant than Fina did. She tugged at the collar of her linen dress. “Where did the attendants say the tailor was?”I stepped out of the carriage. “The tailor?”“Yes!” Fina said. “Did you see the golden robes the king wore? Apparently, that’s a fabric
“I’m looking to learn more about the history of Shianga and Frasia,” I said.Gulde glanced nervously at Elias. Something in Elias’ expression made him grimace and turn back to me. “You’ve certainly come to the right place,” he said. “Right this way.”“Take your time,” Elias said. He dropped into a rickety chair by the hearth with a relieved sigh. The sight made me bite back a smile—he was clearly savoring this brief moment of peace away from the palace.I followed Gulde to the back of the shop. He waved me behind the desk, and then guided me through a tiny doorway I never would’ve even noticed if he hadn’t directed me to it.“This is where I keep the rare books,” he said. He tapped the wall and sconces, mounted high on the interiors, glowed warmly. The walls were lined with glass cabinets, sparsely filled, but they were clearly well-tended. Gulde unlocked one of them and peered inside. “What exactly are you looking to learn more about?”Curiosity gnawed at me. Some of the books in her
Ever since we’d been together, she’d been closer to the surface, but less irritable, too. It was a strange sensation. I almost wished we could take a break from all the pageantry of the negotiations so I could ask him to go on a run with me. A moonlight run, a days-long run. I wanted to spend time with him, just the two of us, as our wolves. I’d never felt that desire so strongly before.It felt like we were on the brink of something, but I wasn’t sure what it was.While he was in the shower, I’d rolled over in bed and grabbed the “History of Fae” from the nightstand to start thumbing through it again in an attempt to distract myself from my circling thoughts. It was so dense, it was almost guaranteed to put me to sleep.“Not really,” I said. “There’s so much information, and it doesn’t even seem to be laid out in any ways that make sense. I keep stumbling across strange little tidbits, though. Did you know the Fae queen influences the movement of all the Fae in the realm? Like a hive
Like he could read my mind, he glanced over at me and grinned. I flushed and looked away. I pushed down my feelings of embarrassment and quickly shucked off my lightweight gown, and my underclothes too, leaving them folded with my cloak in the gazebo. I turned around to face him, bare as the day I was born, with my hair falling loose over my shoulders.Elias’ eyes burned gold as his gaze roved over my body. “You’d better shift, little wolf,” he growled, “or else I’m going to take you right here.”Desire shot through me. I bit my lower lip. “See if you can keep up and maybe you’ll get your way.”Then, with a soft sigh, I shifted.It was so easy it was nearly effortless, like leaping into cool, welcoming water. My wolf surged forth, and my paws hit the moss with a strong thump. I shook out my white pelt, then tipped my head back and inhaled the cool air. It was better than I had even imagined, layered with the smell of water and mud, mushrooms and fauna, decay and growth. I felt electri
My hackles rose. Elias’ did, too, and his grip tightened on me. He squinted up at the sky. The great shape above circled a few times, swooping dramatically, causing the shadow to cover and uncover us like a blanket. The dragon then arced down, cutting through the canopy with expert ease and landing with a thump in the clearing.The rich green scales shot through with gold were unmistakable. The dragon folded his immense wings to his back and stood on his back legs, surveying us, eyes flickering as he bared his golden fangs.Elias sat halfway up, concealing me from view. “Draunar,” he said, low like growl, the lack of title akin to an insult.10King Draunar bared all his teeth in a draconic smile. He took a step closer. His long, lizard-like tail swept the moss behind him. Then, the air sang with energy, and King Draunar shifted back into his human form. It was unlike the ceremonial change he’d done to welcome us to his palace when we’d first arrived. He wasn’t draped in gold fabric