We were. I could hear it sloshing. “Fuck if I care.”
Her laugh turned into a moan as her knees clamped down on my hips. The sting of her nails relented and then disappeared. Her fingers slipped into my hair as she pressed her forehead against mine. My hands flexed on her hips, but before I could move her, she lifted herself and sank back down. Then, did it again.
“Like that?” she whispered, stealing my breath and heart all over again at the reminder that this was all still so new to her.
“Yeah, my Queen.” The words sounded guttural. “Like that. Like however you want.”
Poppy planted her hands on my chest, pushing me until my shoulders pressed against the tub. At first, her pace was slow, unsure, and beautiful, but then she found her rhythm.
My head fell back as every part of me seemed to exist in her tight grip. The strength of her legs kept me still as I feasted on the sight of her fucking me. With her flushed flesh, breasts swaying, and hips churning as her eyes whirled with eather, she looked every bit the Primal goddess. I could feel my release building, sense the eather pressing against my skin, cooling and hardening my flesh as the raw energy built inside me.
A sudden flash of sharp pain hit the base of my cock. It was gone in the next breath as I felt myself…swelling. Not my entire dick but the base as that near primal urge to claim, dominate, and join us to prove she was mine surged once more.
Poppy gasped, her body stiffening before she started to lean back. Fighting to rein in the essence, I took over. I folded my arms around her and pulled her flush to my chest, holding her still as I thrust into her. The air crackled around us as I clutched the back of her head, burying her face against my neck as I ground against her.
“Feed,” I urged.
There was a moment of hesitation, and then her fangs pierced my throat. The pain was worth it, disappearing the moment she released her fangs, and her mouth closed over the wound. Her pussy spasmed on my dick with the first swallow. There was no way I would last. Not as she came and fed. Feeling like I couldn’t get deep enough, I slammed her down on me, over and over, until I came with a shout, likely heard in the courtyard below. I saw the arm wrapped tightly around her and noticed the glint of silver bone in my forearm.
For some fucked-up reason, Kieran’s words about running out of time pierced my haze of pleasure as I spilled into her. Suddenly, I knew what thatsomethingin his stare and voice thathad the hair rising all over my body had been. I’d seen it in his eyes and heard it in his voice before. I’d seen and heard the same from his father.
What I saw and heard wasn’t a warning or even a threat.
It felt like a premonition.
CHAPTER 47
POPPY
“Open your mouth.”
Arching a brow, I did as he requested. A second later, a slice of cantaloupe passed my lips. As I chewed the juicy, mildly sweet fruit, I settled deeper into Casteel.
“Comfortable?” he asked, the bowl of fruit he searched through hovering just above my lap.
“Uh-huh.”
Casteel was all lean, hard muscle, honed from a lifetime of fighting and wielding a sword. But nestled between his legs with my back to his chest as we lounged in bed, I decided he was a surprisingly comfortable spot to rest against. Especially when discussing something like a public address.
We’d decided to keep it short, acknowledging that the people were likely concerned about what had occurred in Stonehill and Lowertown. What we told them about Kolis would be brief, leaving it to the smaller town halls held in each district for us to go into more detail about who Kolis was. We would assure them we would keep them safe and fight for them.
“If Attes happens to show up between now and then, should we have him at the address?” I asked as Casteel pulled out a piece of banana.
“I doubt his presence will help.”
“Is that an opinion based on anything but your apparent dislike of him?”
“Probably not.”
“At least you’re honest,” I murmured. “He is your great-grandfather.”
He rooted around in the bowl some more. “No need to remind me.”
I giggled. “I can’t believe you already don’t get along with him.”
“Once you meet him, I’m sure you will understand why.”
But I already have,a voice that was completely mine whispered, causing me to frown. Technically, I had while under Kolis’s influence, but—
