She gasped as Antal moved inside her.
Slowly, at first, her thighs shuddering at how well he filled her.
His exhale, long with relish, fell hot against the sweat-slicked hollow of her throat. He worked in her with unhurried strokes, with ruthless purpose, until he found the angle that made Fi thrash between the pin of his hips and the wall at her back. She carved her fingers down his shoulders, fighting the moan in her chest.
“Harder.” She snarled like snapping teeth, an unbearable ache building inside her.
Antal’s growl snapped fiercer. “Can you ask fornothingnicely?”
“I—”
He thrust hard into her, and Fi lost her words.
His command broke her gasp into a pant, his claws tightening in her hair until she surrendered a whimper. And when she tilted against him, lifting one leg to wrap his waist at a better angle—
“Antal.” His name tumbled off her tongue, a wretched plea.
“There?” A wicked whisper, claws clamping behind the soft of her thigh as he buried himself into her.
“Yes.” Fi shuddered, her ferocity crumbling into purrs. “Yes,there.”
Her fingers clawed through his hair, latching upon the anchor of antlers. She melted beneath him, bristles turning to liquid as pressure swelled in her core, teetering on one unsteady foot. And there he was to catch her: trapped between the wall and every hard line of him, his grip tight on her ass, tilting her hips to take him even deeper.
Fi scraped her hands against the wall.
His chest.
The unrelenting hold of his arms.
He hadn’t fully removed his shirt, but she found the hot skin underneath, digging nails into the hard muscles of his back until he snarled something that might have been her name. Fi didn’t catch it as she cried out, dizzy with the crest he pushed her over.
All of her went taut. One feral beast arcing against another, devouring every spasm as the climax swept through her.
He followed, fingers buried in thighs as he drove into her with one final, shuddering thrust, an exhale rumbling his chest.
Then, the slow fall. Still snared in his arms.
For the final time, their dance came to an end. Stillness again.
Fi slumped against the wall, gasping, muscles hot and spent. Antal’s weight fell heavy against her, one arm supporting her waist, the other braced beside her head. They lingered there, breaths ragged in warring tandem, his warmth a lulling presence. His ozone, delicious on her tongue.
“You’re good to your promise, daeyari,” Fi said when she could form the words. They slurred a little, her pulse too heavy in her throat.
Against her neck, Antal’s mouth curled a grin. “You’re good for quite a number of things.”
His thumb brushed circles at her hip, a bloom of warmth beneath the pad—a shiver, at the tease of his claws. It was too easy to let him hold her, to let him nuzzle his nose along her jaw.
Pulling apart was harder.
Antal uncoiled his tail from her waist. Her dress fell across her legs as he released her, the smallest space between them like a breath of icy air. Fi leaned against the wall, hazy pleasure thick in her veins. He wasgood. Exactly what she’d needed after several days of tireless work. But as cold clarity crept back…
Antal studied Fi with head tilted, waiting for her to make the first move on this upended playing field. She looked him in the eye, unabashed beneath those burned-coal irises.
“That was… refreshing,” she said.
He hummed, a sound between agreement and amusement. Fi wanted to grab him by the antlers and make him hum against her throat, that intoxicating reverberation down into her ribs.
That swiftly, Fi realized she had a problem.
