There were no objections.
And with frantic hands, she assisted him in hurriedly removing her undergarments. Within moments his lips and tongue were upon her thighs, alternating between each of them as his hands hooked under her knees, spreading her wider…
Wider and wider until she was utterly defenseless in comparison. She panted, eyes focused on the top of his head as he trailed tickling, sensational kisses closer to the place between her thighs that was, surely, already wet with anticipation. He looked up at her, eyes searching her own for permission to continue.
“Mother Above, Ilias, if you don’t touch me—”
Every snarky word that she prepared abruptly vanished into the ether the moment he dove forward. Knees practically against her chest, Kaya let out a moan that could shake the heavens as his mouth closed over the bud at the peak of her sex. Her fingers plunged into his hair, pushing and pulling at the tangled locks with every devious stroke of his tongue. He slid his fingers into her, smirking as her legs shook on either side of his head and though he would have liked to devote most of his attention to the painfully perfect female at his mercy upon that throne, he still found his free hand slipping between them. He wrapped his hand around himself, squeezing the base ofhis girth before he began stroking. Slowly, languidly, and to the rhythm at which his mouth devoured her.
Kaya’s head swam, eyes closed and lips parted at she breathed curses to the night sky, wanting so much more than what he was giving her. She wanted everything—she wantednow, she wanted tomorrow, and every day that followed for all eternity. She wanted him deep inside of her to the point where he could never leave. And as she gripped his hair and pulled him up just enough so that their faces were inches apart, she smiled.
“Do you want to know what I wrote on that paper?” She rasped.
Ilias kissed her quickly, the plumpness of her lips too inviting not to relent to his impulsive desire. “I already know, Kaya.”
Her heart gave a solid thud in response, her stomach dropping as she peered up into his eyes. She ran her fingers over the coarseness of his stubble, breathing heavily. “Then tell me.” She pleaded. “If you know what it means—if you understandwhyI wrote it down, then tell me what it said.”
He kissed her again. Once, twice, three times before he buried his face into the crook of her neck. His chest rumbled, the sound vibrating against the vein in her neck that was bouncing with each heartbeat. “Machna. Ii’loam.” He growled. “Mate.” As soon as the words left his lips, he sunk his teeth into her neck, drove his cock into her with such force that all she could do was grip his shoulders. She clung to him—mouth gaping and all air choked from her lungs with the explosion of pleasure that flooded through her.
It was unlike anything either of them had ever felt. Something so much more complex, so much more beautiful than the simple act of sex. It went beyond intimacy entirely, fueled with such desperation that it seemed as if their lives depended on their coupling.
And it surely felt that way.
With each claiming,brandingthrust, it felt as if he filled more than just her body. She felt him, his essence, his energy, and everything that he was made of moving into her—through her. Like he was now engraved in her bones.
He slowed to a toe-curling pace, lifting his head from it’s place in between her jaw and shoulder and curled his fingers around her chin. His kiss was soft. Tender in a way that made her eyes burn with tears. “Kaya, I love you.”He whispered. “My whole life I have felt unworthy. Incomplete. I will be half-everything in every area of my life. Half-man, half-fae. Half brave and half terrified of loving you. But I’m going to do it, anyway.” Kaya gasped against his lips as he swirled his hips, his cock pressing against drenched walls that were seemingly collapsing around his girth. “I’m going tolove you, Kaya.”
“I love you.” She breathed. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
He hoisted her out of the chair and spun them so that he took her place, eyes so dark with desire and infatuation that chills ran over her skin. She lowered herself onto him without a moment’s hesitation, brow crumpling at the sensation of being filled even more than before. She rode him hard and fast, fingers curling into the tendrils of hair at the nape of his neck—tugging his head back just enough for her to lower her mouth to that special place.
She bit him, both of them moaning loudly. She rocked herself back and forth against his cock, the building tension in her thighs and in her womb driving her on. She pulled away from the mark she made on him, hooded eyes meeting his just as the tension became too much—snapping and sending her body into a state of unbridled euphoria.
Just the look upon her face was enough to have his hips sputtering, hissed curses spilling from his lips as his release flooded into her. She collapsed on top of him, her head falling against his chest.
“What a beautiful show.”
She jumped, face paling. Ilias snarled at the voice that echoed through the ruins, gripping Kaya close as he moved them into the shadows. It happened so quickly that Kaya could hardly register what was going on. Ilias tucked her behind him, haphazardly adjusting his pants as the Credulan Prince came into view. She held her breath, peaking out from around Ilias’s arm to get a better look at him. And despite all of the prince’s golden beauty, there was still an air of evil that radiated from him. The same evil she had felt on the king.
“You don’t have to hide. No need to be ashamed. My friends and Ithoroughlyenjoyed watching.” The prince laughed and the sound of it was echoed with others. Kaya’s grip tightened on Ilias’s arm, her jaw going tight as she watchedmore elves emerge on the other side of the dilapidated castle.
The noise that sounded from Ilias’s chest was anything, but natural. He was on top of the prince within seconds, hands wrapped around his broad neck. Kaya watched, in horror, as they began to fight. Both of them shoving at one another, swinging, stumbling—only to clash together once again. It was the sound of metal being pulled from a sheath that had Kaya’s blood run cold, her heart still in her chest as the light from the moon caught and refracted against the silver blade. But before she could open her mouth to beg for him to stop, Ilias drove his sword into the prince’s stomach.
Chapter 10
Her lungs burned. Her head swam and her stomach lurched, its contents readily spilling onto the ground as soon as they landed.
How Ilias had known of the portals in Credula was beyond her, but the moment she looked up and saw the Silver Castle looming over Holiadon, she felt her terrified heart steady just a fraction. Just enough for her to pull herself to her feet and charge towards him. She shoved at his chest, tears spilling from her eyes as she sucked in greedy breaths.
“Why did you do that?” She screamed. “Why?Why?”
Ilias gently gripped her wrists with hands that were still stained red with blood. The eyes that found hers were also filled with fear, his face pale as he glanced from her and then to the kingdom behind them. “I-I don’t know what came over me. He said that you would be his soon enough and I just… Ilost it, Kaya. I’ve never been that angry before.”
She pulled away from him, shaking her head as she began charging down the street. “We have to go! We have to warn them—”
“Kaya, please!” Ilias’s voice was filled with desperation, his heart aching and bleeding as he grabbed her and pulled her to his chest. “Please, Kaya. If I die tonight, I don’t want it to end like this. If they kill me…”
“They will not touch you.” Kaya pulled back, hands coming up to cup his cheeks. “I will notallowthem to touch you.”
