Valentine gripped her around her waist and pulled her up to sit on his face.
"Oh! Oh... I've never done this..." she squeaked, the sultry woman that had sucked him off suddenly replaced by uncertainty.
Valentine kissed the inside of her thigh. "Good. It means I'm going to be the first."
He licked her wet slit, making her gasp. She gripped his hands that were on her hips and proceeded to ride his face with abandon. Valentine took note of every flicker of her eyes, every lip bite, and soft exhale.
He licked over her clit, and she chased it, making little sounds he had never heard before. He was addicted to all of it. Every tremor and moan, the silky musky taste of her pleasure on his tongue. He thrust his tongue inside of her. Her thighs tightened around his head, and she came with a strangled cry of his name. He tongue fucked her through it before finally releasing her.
Yelena slid down and went boneless on top of him, her heart pounding hard against his.
Valentine stroked his fingers gently through her hair, loving the softness of her in his arms.
"I had some very convoluted plans on how I was going to seduce you tonight," she said dreamily.
Valentine laughed softly. "What happened?"
"I saw you and smelled your scent, and I forgot them all."
That made him laugh loudly. "Everything else involves convoluted plans. Maybe don't worry so much about adding them into seduction. I love it when you jump me. Feel free to do it anytime."
Yelena lifted her head, eyes narrowed, and then realized he wasn't mocking her. She blushed and rested her forehead against his chest. "I can't help it."
"I like that too," he reassured her. She was so damn cute and murderous and sexy, all at once.
"That's why you said all that stuff about never letting me go? Or is that just like sexy talk?" she said into his chest.
Valentine rolled and pinned her down. "It wasn't just sexy talk. I don't want anyone else to have you but me. You are perfect in every way, and I don't want to fuck this up. I fucked it up so much already, wasted so much time with my own bullshit. You are my balance. I won't give you up without a fight."
Yelena's expression softened, and she pulled him down for a kiss. "There's not going to be a fight...unless someone else touches you, and then I can't be held responsible for what my dragon does."
"No chance of that." Valentine kissed her nose and her cheeks. "I hate anyone but you touching me. Even platonically. I have to count in my head until I know it's okay to let go without offending them. I've never been physically affectionate, but I can't stop touching you. It's not just sex, either, though it is amazing. It's..."
"Grounding? Connection?" she guessed.
"Yes and yes, but more." Valentine bent to kiss her again when she put her hand over his mouth to stop him. She went still, her eyes glazing over.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
Yelena pushed him off and rolled to her feet. "The magic in the city. Something is happening. I can feel..." she trailed off.
Then the mountain shook, and the screaming started.
30
Yelena tied up her robe and grabbed her sword hanging on one of her walls. She had lost her last one in the fight with Cathal, but she had learned to always have a spare.
"Are you armed?" she asked Valentine. He finished doing up his pants before pulling two long stiletto daggers from his boots.
"Literally always, baby. Want to tell me what's happening?" he asked.
Yelena opened her door. "I don't know, but it’s all fucking wrong. Keep a lookout. There are enemies in the city, and none of us can shift except on the platforms."
Valentine adjusted his daggers. "Doesn't matter who it is. We find them; we kill them."
"I won't let Midir take you from me," she snarled, panic and magic surging through her.
Valentine kissed her. "I love you. I have your back. Now let's go and find Taranis."
