Her normal billowing pants were marred with the evidence of battle, sticking to her body where they weren’t cut away to expose expanses of creamy, dark skin. Her braids slapped wetly against her back, blood marring every inch of her skin.
Even her spear dripped with the evidence of her prowess.
My mouth watered as I absorbed all of her savage glory.
When we survive this, I’m taking her to bed for a week.My eyes shot to my Pleasure Bonded, the same fire and desire in his tired eyes.Both of them.
Gods, they were a sight to behold.
“You,ayaba,” Ilyas rumbled, gripping her jaw possessively for a brutal, sloppy kiss.
Folami pulled away, her pupils blown wide even as she said, “Is now really the time?”
“What can I say? Battle makes me horny,” Ilyas returned.
“Everything makes you horny,” I argued half-heartedly, eyes still trained on my Pain Bonded.
She flashed me a savage smirk. “I suppose that’s why fucking and fighting go so well together.”
Ilyas groaned audibly as I shook my head in mirth.
“Focus, you two,” I admonished, pulling my gaze back to the battle.
In the time our little exchange had taken, Solace had moved, a dark figure trapped in her claws.
“Is that Faylinn?” Folami asked, moving to stand by me. She smelled of earth and petrichor, and I greedily drank in her scent, even as I squinted to ascertain the identity of the woman trapped beneath Solace’s grip.
There, underneath the hair in Solace’s grasp, was a litany of runes written in a vertical line.
Only one person in Elyria had rune tattoos like that.
“Faylinn,” I agreed, my gut clenching.
A quick glance showed Rohak careening across the field before collapsing to his knees.
“He’s not going to make it,” Ilyas said uneasily.
“Neither are they.” Folami pointed with her spear as Ellowyn and Torin finally entered the battle, the Bondsmith hot on their heels.
I quickly assessed the distance between Solace and each of them before coming to the same conclusion as my Bonded.
“No,” I affirmed, adjusting the grip on my sword. “But we are.”
I didn’t wait for their approval, simply took off at a run toward Solace. We were considerably closer than Rohak and the gods, but all we had to do was distract Solace long enough that one of them could get Faylinn out of her clutches.
“Use me,” Folami shouted, stabbing inconsiderately with her spear at anyone who came within three feet of us. The ground rocked under our feet, momentarily stalling our progress as a big fucker of an Earth Mage jumped in our path.
With a growl, I latched onto Folami’s arm, pulling a heady dose of Pain Magic into my palm and releasing it just as quickly.
The man fell with a scream as we continued onward, a well-placed stab from Folami’s spear ending his pleas.
With a grunt, Ilyas tossed his sword at Solace when we were within ten feet, his throw landing true and striking her wrist, the blade sinking through her flesh to spear Faylinn’s shoulder beneath.
Solace released the Rune Master with a shriek of pain, and Faylinn, despite the gushing wound on her shoulder, scrambled back and away from the goddess.
Her throat was a mottled shade of black and blue, and rage clouded my vision at the sight.
“Who,” I bit out as soon as we were within earshot. Faylinn raised a shaky, tattooed finger, pointing directly at the bitch goddess herself.
