I whined, low in my throat. I wanted him inside me, even if it was just one finger—wanted it so bad I couldn’t help but rock my hips down as if I could encourage him to change his mind. He just laughed, low in his chest. “Suddenly so eager, my wolf.” His. His. I swallowed down my moan of pleasure.
He withdrew his hands, and I was about to complain again—but then he slid down the bed. Until he was flat on his belly with his hands on my thighs. His face between my legs.
“Oh, gods,” I gasped, and threw one arm over my eyes. I couldn’t stand to look at him. I was already close, teetering on the brink just from being touched. And now he was going to do—that?
“Pretty thing,” he growled. His breath washed over my cunt and I swore it throbbed with desire. I became impossibly wetter, wet enough that I had to be dripping onto his fine sheets. He gripped my thighs and spread them wider. “Been dreaming of this.”
I flexed my thighs under his hands, just to feel how easily he pinned me in place. He kissed one thigh, then the other, then dragged the flat of his tongue up my inner thigh right to the crease of my hip.
“Elias,” I sighed, “Don’t tease.”
He laughed again, low and pleased. “I like it when you’re demanding.” Then he dragged the flat of his tongue over my cunt.
The sensation was so overwhelming, it was like I’d been plunged into a hot spring. I cried out, hips rocking as I searched out more sensation. I’d never felt anything like it, never anything so hot, wet, and perfect, sending pleasure rolling through me like waves. He licked me again and again, slow, languid movements of his tongue like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted in his life. He kept one hand on my thigh, keeping my legs spread, then grabbed my wrist where my hand was fisted in the sheets.
“Touch me,” he said. “Be rough. I like it.”
“Gods above.” Arousal rocked me to my core. He liked it rough. Of course he did. I tangled my fingers in his soft brown hair and pulled slightly, and he growled with pleasure. My wolf thrilled at the power.
He worked me over with his tongue, slow and methodical, taking his time exploring the heat of my body and driving me mad with pleasure and desire. Then, finally, when I was about to wrench his face to where I really wanted it, he pressed the flat of his tongue to my sensitive clit. I cried out his name and rocked my hips down toward his face, seeking out more pressure, more sensation, more.
He pressed the flat of his tongue to my clit again, again, in a hard rhythm, and I felt my orgasm begin to build low and promising in my gut, rapidly coiling tighter and tighter; I tightened my grip in his hair and arched up, my core tensing, thighs tensing, and then— He stopped.
“Elias!” I whined, slumping back.
He pulled back, just enough to gaze at me.
The sight of him nearly made me come right then and there. He was gorgeous, flushed, his lips reddened and shiny with my slick, his pupils dilated against his gold irises.
“You’re beautiful,” he rumbled, and his voice sounded almost awed. “You taste amazing.”
I was too aroused to be embarrassed. Instead need raced through me, an animal like a shift. I needed his mouth on me. I needed to come. I needed him. I pushed down on his head, guiding him back down to where I wanted him.
He loved that. He growled again, this time around a big, wolfish smile, before he dropped back down and pressed his mouth to my cunt. He focused his attention on my clit first with the flat of his tongue and then fitting his mouth around the sensitive bud and sucking, and I had to bite the palm of my hand to keep from crying out too loudly. The sensation was electric, overwhelming, and this time, he wasn’t teasing. He found a rhythm, the perfect pace, and gripped my thighs hard as he sucked me. My release began to build again, low in the cradle of my hips and then tightening, tightening, until my core was tight, my thighs, my heels pressing into the mattress as I quivered. My breath came in staccato gasps as pleasure built and built and built and finally—
I buried both hands in his hair, holding his face in place. I couldn’t help it—I bared my teeth and felt my eyes flash silver as I growled low, my wolf as overwhelmed as I was by the sensation. My thighs closed around his head, keeping him close as I came harder than I ever had. Pleasure rushed through me, molten hot, setting my nerves alight as I arched against his mouth. It rolled through me seemingly endless, wiping out all thought, all need, everything except the sensation of his mouth on my body and his hands on me. His touch. Him. Elias.
I slumped back onto the mattress and finally loosened my grip on his hair. Dazed, I let one hand fall to the mattress, but kept the other lightly wound in his hair. He kissed my pussy, almost teasingly, and I gasped and squirmed away.
“Sensitive,” he growled, then kissed my hip, my navel, then my ribs over the silk of my dress. Then he was above me, flushed and gorgeous. His mouth still messy with my slick. It made me feel equal parts embarrassed and aroused. Before I could think better of it, I pulled him down for another kiss. This one still hot, but languid, easy, dazed. Just like how I felt under him. We kissed for a few long moments, and with his body pressed to mine, the hard length of his arousal pressed into my hip.
“Elias,” I murmured, “what about…”
“Don’t worry about me,” he rumbled. “This was about you.”
I swallowed, but didn’t protest. I was exhausted already, and I wanted to touch him, explore his body, his muscles—but I was a little intimidated by the size of that burning hot curve pressed to my body. He kissed me again, then pulled back.
“Wait here,” he said. “I’ll be just a moment.”
Then he stepped away and into the ensuite. I sprawled out onto the mattress with a sigh, stretching out my limbs across his fine sheets. Even with my dress still rucked up around my waist, I felt comfortable, sated. My wolf did, too. I could easily fall asleep here, in the warmth of his quiet quarters, with the fire burning low in the hearth and the sound of water running and idle puttering coming from the bathroom. Sleep was already beginning to tug at the edges of my consciousness when Elias stepped back into the room. He’d removed his shirt, revealing all that muscle and dark hair and soft skin, and interest curled hot inside me even though I’d just had the most powerful orgasm of my life. He seemed to notice the effect he had and smiled as he approached the bed. He had a washcloth in hand, and the promising hard curve in his pants was gone as well.I reached for the washcloth, but he just shook his head and crawled back onto the bed. Tenderly, he cleaned up the mess of my inner th
His eyes flashed gold as he loomed over me, his wolf close to the surface. This time it was from anger, though, not arousal. My wolf was conflicted internally, still wanting to be close to him, wanting to soothe away this rage, while my own fear of the king’s anger cut through me like a knife.“Little wolf.” Elias placed his hand by my head, caging me in against the wall. “Have you a betrothed in Daybreak?” “No,” I said immediately.He bared his teeth.I tipped my head back against the stone wall, baring my throat in a subconscious sign of submission. “No, I mean—it’s nothing official.” “Then what is it?” he demanded.“He’s—he’s my boyfriend, in Daybreak,” I said. The words felt childish even as I said them. “He has been for years. We never thought—the Choice was not supposed to happen in our lifetimes.” “And you came into my bed without telling me this?” he said. “That you belong to another?” “I don’t belong—”The animal growl that sounded from Elias’ throat silenced my protests as i
The side door opening caught Griffin’s ear. His eyes widened. “Reyna!”Instinctively, he surged forward, as if to run to me, only to be stopped by the Nightfall guards lowering their weapons like a gate in front of him. He burned with desperation, so much I saw his eyes flash clay-red as his wolf surged to the surface.I clenched my hands into fists again to keep from running toward him. I’d been so angry he’d done this, but now, seeing him, I could see the desperation and the despair in his expression—and I missed him. I missed the ease and comfort of our relationship. I wanted to embrace him. I wanted all of this to be over, to go home to Daybreak, where I knew who I was and what I wanted.“So tell us why you’ve come here, Griffin of Daybreak,” the king said from his throne. He sounded bored. “You’ve interrupted my Choice enough as it is.”“I’ve come to free Reyna from this farce,” Griffin said. “Daybreak wolves are not to be traded and tested like livestock.”“Is that what you thin
This couldn’t be happening. This couldn’t be how the Choice was ending. Not like this—not with Griffin here. Everything was going wrong, everything, all at once. I pulled out of his grip and ran through the side door, leaving the king alone in the throne room behind me. I didn’t want anything to do with him; I didn’t want to see him, didn’t want to hear his voice or feel his touch. I ran through the halls alone, avoiding the curious looks of the servants and guards as I tried to keep my face impassive despite the hot prickle of tears threatening behind my eyes.I made it to my quarters, thankfully not pursued by the king or any of his guards. Amity and Rue met me in the hallway and guided me into my room, wearing matched expressions of concern as they ushered me inside.As soon as the door closed behind me, I leaned back against it and buried my face in my hands again.“Oh, milady,” Amity said gently.Of course, they knew what had happened—the arrival of the Daybreak soldiers in Efra
I blinked hard, fighting back tears again. How could Griffin be so stupid? After a long moment, I said, “Just don’t go through with it. Call off the challenge, and I’ll be your queen.”“I can’t do that,” he said, with something in his voice that almost sounded like regret.“Why not?” I demanded. “You’re king!”“And the rules of a king are different than the rules of a mate,” he said. “A king cannot back out of a challenge. To do so is to display weakness. What else would I do—punish your Griffin unfairly? Put him in the stocks? I can’t send him back to Daybreak when he’s so audaciously brought soldiers to my doorstep. Word would travel.”“What do you care about words?” I asked. “Is your reputation more important than a wolf’s life?”“It’s not my reputation I’m concerned about. If other wolves hear they can issue a challenge without consequence, they’ll circle like vultures. I will not put my subjects at risk of invasion because your little boyfriend thought he could challenge me.” He
“This is unbelievable,” Adora snapped. “Why was there a final trial if it wasn’t a trial at all? Had the king already made up his mind? We all know his attention has been focused on Reyna since the beginning. How farcical!” She sniffed, then smoothed one hand over fine blonde hair. “How could you accept this?” she asked me.“Accept this? Adora, you know this isn’t—I never—” I glanced toward Lady Glennis, who was watching us both with mild interest. “You know this isn’t how I wanted this to happen. We both know you would be a fine queen.”Her expression softened as she heard the unspoken part of my statement. That this isn’t what I wanted. That she deserved it, not me. If I could, I’d switch places with her immediately, regardless of whatever feelings I felt for the king. Anger and desire and—and something else, something I wasn’t sure what to call.“I know I would,” Adora said. “That’s the worst part.” She cleared her throat, then nodded at the table and Lady Glennis. “Thank you, mila
Focus. I pulled a few maps from the shelves. Something here would point me in the right direction. As I smoothed out the first map, I found I couldn’t focus on the delicate lines of ink illustrating the cities and packs of Frasia. There was so much of the country we hadn’t seen. All the places we’d meant to visit together—the small towns, the tall mountain ranges, the deep forests, the sea between Frasia and Askon.Griffin couldn’t die. Not like this. Not in the arena at the end of the king’s blade. He was my safe place for so long, my only friend in Daybreak, and the only one who listened to me when I spun out my dreams of a different, bigger life. Even now, with this stupid decision, he’d done it for me. He’d wanted that life together, too.I put the large map of Frasia aside and unfurled a different one. This was a current map, of Efra as it was built today, with its crowded streets and its bustling industry. I sighed as I traced the paths of the city I’d visited. The beautiful wal
I unfurled the map in my mind. According to the chart, there was an entrance into the tunnel system just under the window at the far end of the hall. There, a landscape portrait hung on the wall beside the window—an image of the forest that was visible outside, and a fairly unimpressive rendering of it, at that. I’d thought it was just a boring decorative choice, like most of the decor in the Nightfall manor. Now I wondered if it had a purpose.I leaned close to the painting, but it was just that: a painting. Dull trees, snow, a gray sky, a few wolf tracks visible in the snowbanks. I wrinkled my nose, leaning closer. There had to be a clue in the painting, something that would show me how to get into the tunnel system. I smoothed my hand over the frame. Did it move? Was there something behind it?As I knelt down slightly to feel the bottom of the frame, a breeze whispered over my fingers.There was something there. I knelt further, pressing my hand against the frame. There was a seam