Brand laughed. “Do you evenhaveany room on your arse?”
Having seen the Wolflord’s very naked, almost entirely inked body, Lunara was inclined to think he didn’t.
“I’ll make room. Sure as shite not having it anywhere else.”
“I say Thad behaves and never shows up at all,” Lunara murmured. “He’s different now, even if he tries to pretend otherwise.”
There was a twinkle in Vann’s clear, green eye. “And what do you have to offer, little sister?”
The endearment hit her right in the chest, so unexpected that it stole any words she might have said.
No, no, no. What if it’s a trick? Don’t fall for it, you soft-hearted ninny.
Good point. Still, she couldn’t resist.
“I’ll fix your leg,” Lunara blurted.
The table went very,verysilent.
“I’m sorry. I would do it anyway, I only thought?—”
“If you can fix me, I’ll give you a lifetime’s worth of anything you like.” Vann’s smile was sad as he spun on the bench and rose slowly. “See you all in an hour.”
His pain was even more pronounced as he trudged off, the Demons in the hall skirting away like he was carrying something contagious.
“Shitting stars,” she mumbled, slumping. “I didn’t mean to upset him. I just…”
Wanted to throw him off a little while also offering something thoughtful in case he’s not a scheming villain?
“Don’t worry yourself, witchling. He’s fine.” Magnus heaped the remnants on his plate into a huge pile with his fork and shoveled the whole thing into his mouth, completely unconcerned.
“Apparently, we’re leaving in an hour,” Brand rumbled at her ear. “Since I know how quickly you can pack, I’d say we have three quarters of that time to do whatever we like.”
His low tone sent a ripple of anticipation through her, warring with the wash of guilt.
“He really is fine,” he said. “Trust me—you’ll know if Vann is ever truly upset.”
“If you’re sure…”
“I’m sure.”
His conviction flowed into her, and it was so easy to let go and trust him.
“Then, yes.Please.”
Brand’s cockhammered into her, one of his hands pinning hers to the wall above as he latched onto a taut nipple.
Lunara pushed into the sensation, wanting more. Wanting it sharp and stinging. For him to soothe away the little pleasure-pain afterwards, as he did everything else.
His teeth bit down as he read her mind and her wishes, pulling a cry from her lips.
“That’s it, little moon.” He nipped her neck, her shoulder. “Fall apart.” His tongue hooked behind the lobe of her ear. “I’ll catch you.”
Her body could only listen, ratcheting tighter and tighter with every word and touch until she snapped and fell over the edge.
“Yes,”he moaned, his head tipping back as her ripples of ecstasy pulled him in deeper. “Fuck.” He spun away from the wall and let her top half fall backwards onto the bed, her legs still wrapped around him as he widened his stance.
Gripping her hips, he slowed his movements, his lungs heaving with every thrust and eyes locked with hers. The depth of emotion in the bond was enough to have tears springing to her eyes.
