“Gods, put some strength into fending her off. Your big muscles look useless right now,” Krave comments as he leans lazily against the training room wall. “Stop letting her win.”
“I’m fucking notttt,” Damien cuts out on a gargle of words.
“Oh. Well, in that case, perhaps go a bit easier on the poor guy, love.” Krave’s tone holds a slight worried edge, but the three men watching us never intervene.
His big hands fumble against my wrists, but he hasn’t said the safe word yet, either, so I keep my weapon in place. My hands hold the sword down firmly in place as his face turns a deeper shade. Almost red. My thighs shift against his smooth ribs and during this intense moment, I almost think about how he felt between my thighs earlier this morning.
Grinding and thrusting and making me wetter and wetter while the others slept.
I pull back. Just minimally. Just enough for air to hit his ragged lungs.
“Don’t,” Ryke warns.
He’s so war-driven.
Krave’s pleading me for kindness on his friend while Ryke’s screaming for me to take his head clean off.
“Don’t let up until he says it,” Ryke instructs.
He’s right.
Of course, he’s right.
Orgasms mean nothing during battle.
After and before battle are a different story.
But for now.
“Just say it,” I whisper, dipping my head low so my words fan against Damien’s parted lips.
“Fuck, no.” His jaw clenches but heaving breath exhales hard from his nose.
“Please.” My lower lip juts out as I pout for him while strangling him slowly.
“No,” Damien says against a rasping cough and a jagged breath.
My lips press to his, and though he can’t find any air in the room, he still kisses me back. It makes me worried about his insanity that he puts lust above life in this moment.
“Say the words, Damien.” I arch a brow at him as my lips hover over his.
His jaw steels once more before he gives in. “Fuck,” he sighs defeatedly. “Jizz Muffin.” The safe words are rasping and crackly, but it still makes Krave and Zaviar laugh.
Even Ryke smiles.
Even I smile.
Victory never sounded so sweet.
The moment I pull my wooden sword fully away, his fingers tangle through my damp hair, and he pulls me down to him, stealing my mouth for himself the moment I’m close enough. Damien kisses me hard, nipping at my lip, while something hard and telling presses against my core.
A moan pushes from my mouth at the feel of it, but more thoughts flutter through my mind as well.
...how is it that Krave’s magic can dissolve Corva’s and give Damien back what he lost? Krave’s a demon...but his magic isn’t dark and tainted like hers...
How—
“That’s enough,” a deep voice rumbles.
