Then the fiery female had promptly thrown the attacker into the cellars with the other Fae who appeared too loyal to Rioner. She’d proceeded to send out several males with notes to Vastala to inform Rioner’s council and any other high-standing Fae what had happened, about Iviry’s interim leadership and plans to keep Vastala from being attacked, including how Lessia was off limits.
The one thing Lessia had going for her was that she’d saved the Reinsdors and their allies who’d been trapped behind that wave. Given the power the Reinsdors held in Vastala, they’d called for absolving Lessia of all blame, and while she knew many disagreed,they’d listened to Dedrick Reinsdor, the head of their family.
No one else had come after her after that.
Merrick’s teeth rasped against her collarbone, and she shook her head as she opened her eyes to his, her body again finding itself under his spell. Offering her one of his lethal smiles, Merrick pressed himself against her until she moaned at his hardness.
“You thinking of Loche when I’m doing this to you is making me a little jealous.” His teeth emphasized the statement, alternating sucking and biting on the sensitive skin at the base of her neck, and his hands became more possessive, one hand squeezing her breast until she squirmed and the other keeping a firm grip on her ass.
“I—” She took a deep breath when heat exploded within her core, shooting out in every limb. “I am not thinking…”
It was impossible to continue speaking, or even continue her train of thought, when Merrick’s hand left her breast, slid down her stomach, and with a grace she knew she could never mimic, slipped into her trousers and cupped her already wet pussy.
“Good,” he rasped into her ear. “I don’t want you thinking when I have my hands on you. I want you so fucking pleasured that even your thoughts melt.”
“Mm.” Lessia tangled her hands into his hair as two of his fingers slipped between her wet folds, then drove so deep into her she cried out at the pleasure. “I…”
Merrick crashed his lips against hers. “Don’t speak, my little fighter. I’ve told you before. With me, you don’t have to fight. Not for the world. Not for your orgasms. Not for anything.”
Lessia couldn’t even nod as he let hisfingers slide almost all the way out, then slowly drove them into her again, stretching her so perfectly her cries mixed with moans.
“Fuck,” he drawled. “You’re already so wet.”
“I need you,” she whimpered, her pussy clenching around his skilled fingers. There was a desperation to her tone, one both she and Merrick knew came from her need to be distracted, and he didn’t disappoint when she added, “Please.”
“I told you, no begging,” Merrick growled. “I’m sorry I left you so long. Had I known you were this needy, I would have told them all to go fuck themselves.”
Merrick emphasized the words by mercilessly thrusting his fingers in and out. The wet slapping sounds as her pussy sucked him in and released him echoed through the sooty cabin, and she allowed her head to fall back against the wall when his thumb brushed her swollen clit.
Lessia sucked in air through her teeth, and Merrick laughed darkly before pressing harder on her sensitive bundle, causing her back to arch to allow him to thrust deeper—rub her sensitive spot harder—do anything he wanted to her.
He chuckled again as he added another finger, and his name fell from her lips at the delicious stretch, the warming in her pussy telling her she was getting closer.
The heat mounting in Lessia’s core burned hotter, and she started rolling her hips to meet Merrick’s hand, allowing him to penetrate her further, to curve his fingers, reaching that spot that drove her mad.
He groaned as her fingers tightened in his hair, pulling his face to hers, and she crashed her lips againsthis when the fire inside her rolled through her, spreading from deep in her gut out to every limb.
“Merrick,” she whimpered against his mouth as the first wave crashed through her body and he flicked her clit, curling his fingers so deep that the next cries that escaped her were only jumbled versions of his name as she came undone.
“Look at me,” he demanded, and her eyes flew open as she reached the climax of the orgasm, the sense of falling into his depths somehow making it more powerful as her walls closed around his fingers, strangling them until she saw stars.
She loved him so much.
She wouldn’t have believed anyone if they’d told her a love like this was possible.
It was endless.
Utterly and completely boundless.
“I love you, too, Elessia.” Merrick leaned his forehead against hers as she came down, his thick cock pressing against her thigh. “I love you so damn much, and that’s the only reason I am not ripping your clothes to shreds and fucking you against this wall right now.”
She smiled at him as he reluctantly set her down, a part of her wishing for the same thing—to just stay here and let the others deal with the aftermath of what had happened a week ago.
But they’d done that the past days, and now thudding footsteps sounded outside the cabin. So Lessia squared her shoulders and righted her clothing when first Raine and Kerym, then her sister and the witch sisters, approached the door to come get them for the meeting.
It was time to change Havlands into what she’d dreamed of.
Chapter 2
