The world felt floaty and disconnected, as if there was no past between us, nothing but the present, nothing but Fear’s mouth. “No.”
His laugh was a huff of air against my pussy. “You were supposed to be sorry you insulted me.”
“Did I?”
“A dozen times a day, usually.” He pressed another kiss to my center, and my whole body jerked; his eyes were magnetic as he looked up from between my thighs. “And I love it.”
I smiled, unable to hide my pleasure at pleasing him. “If I tell you I’m sorry, will you let me finish?”
“I’m just teasing, Never. You don’t ever need to apologize to me, and there’s nothing in the world that could keep me from tongue-fucking you to your finish. I bet you’re gorgeous when you scream.” He kissed my mound, and I squeezed around nothing. “Come for me now.”
He sank between my thighs, his tongue and mouth greedy, focused, lapping at me as if I truly were delicious. My fingers tightened on his as my orgasm pulled me along, and he smiled against my clit before he returned, driving me mercilessly over the edge.
I let out a cry, lost in the wild bright blue and him. My body tensed, shattered, came together again.
He started to rise, and I pulled him into my arms. He froze for a second, seeming surprised, before he came. His tousled hair brushed my nipples, and my body tensed with a second swell of need, even though my clit was tender, as I gathered him against me.
When he settled between my thighs, I ran my hand through his hair.
“I need a break,” I murmured. “Maybe you don’t know how mortals work.”
He wrapped one arm around my waist and settled into being held as if he needed me, the tension easing out of his powerful shoulders. It was a strangely vulnerable way to see the kingdom’s best warrior, and my heart softened dangerously.
Forty-Nine
Fieran walked downstairs with me, Rees trotting at our heels.
“Even the queen’s guards don’t come in here,” he said. “I can’t promise that I can protect Tay from any circumstances, but we’ll have time to figure out a plan if she orders him back to her castle.”
I nodded.
“Keep him from leaving,” he added. “Stay on the grounds.”
“I will.” I said with emphasis. The world within the barracks was threatening enough; I had no interest in walking through the Fae world as a mortal alone.
I stopped to say goodbye to Fieran at the door to Clan Amber’s barracks.
He didn’t seem to take the hint. “Can I make a suggestion?”
“Can I stop you?”
“You don’t have to take it,” he said blithely, forever unaffected by the venom I dripped when he was near. “But ashisclan leader, I’m worried about Kiegan.”
“Why?”
“Everyone’s scared before the dragons’ claiming. He won’t admit it and won’t go to anyone. I thought maybe he’d feel better around you.”
“You think the orc is going to open up to me?”
“Gods, no. But I think he needs a friend. And orcs have terrible taste, and he seems to have chosen you.”
“And here I thought you were jealous.”
His grin widened. “Perhaps I wanted you to think I was jealous. I know how things end between us, Cara.”
“I murder you?”
“Not quite,” he murmured, and even though I had just threatened murder, he looked as if he might kiss me.
