The plug made her pussy feel tighter around his dick, and stars danced in his vision.Fuck. “Ride my cock, little mate,” he murmured against her ear. “Drench me.”
Sex was still new to him, and the slow, torturous movements of her hips with the added tightness from the plug had him struggling to hold back his release.
A wide tree stood nearby, and he moved in front of it, leaning his shoulders against the trunk to give her a flatter plane. Shestraightened slightly and held on to his shoulders, quickening her movements for more friction. With one hand around her waist, he brought the other to his mouth, spit on his fingers, and lowered them to her clit.
Amelia jolted. “Gods.”
“Not even they can save you from me, love. Don’t bother calling for them now.”
She moved faster, digging her nails into his skin. If he bore her claw marks on his skin, he would never wear a shirt again; he’d never hated clothes as much as he did then.
Their breaths came in erratic pants, and her pussy clenched around him as her hazy eyes met his. Her hips rolled faster, her fingers held tighter, and all he could do was suffer the sweetest torture.
The need to touch her everywhere,tasteher everywhere, and worship her the way she deserved was killing him, but he only had two hands.
He wanted to thrust his hips, to plunge deep, but he’d promised not to let her fall, and while the snow would make a soft landing, nothing killed arousal faster than cold, wet slush coating your skin.
Their moans and her slick body sliding against his were the only sounds in the quiet forest. Her tight cunt fit around him like a custom-made sheath, and the closer she came to her orgasm, the tighter she squeezed.
Groaning, he tried to stave off his own for her to finish first.
Her hips sped up as her cries came faster, and he cursed, moving his hand from her clit to her other hip to help quicken her movements until she shuddered around him and coated him with her cum.
He stood up straight, trying like hell to not slam her down too hard. Amelia wound her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his. She murmured against them, “I love you, mate.”
Rennick didn’t come; he detonated with her name on his lips,filling her to the brim. He didn’t know if she was on a tonic, nor did he care. Thinking of her being pregnant with his child made him want to destroy kingdoms to make it happen.
“I love you,” he murmured back, their breaths mingling in the frigid air. “Forever.”
Ora slipped out of the royal officiant’s office with a bottle of holy oil tucked inside her pocket, one step closer to her goal.
She didn’t know how, but she knew Amelia had brainwashed Rennick, and after she completed their mating bond, she would kill the bitch.
Ora hurried down the hall toward her father’s office and poked her head inside with a wide smile. “Hi Daddy!”
Her father looked up and set down his quill. “Hi, sweet pea. What are you doing here?”
“I’m always here,” she giggled, taking a seat in the chair across from him.
“I meant, what are you doing in my office?” He clasped his hands on his desk. “Rennick is gone today, and Finn is training.”
That’s why she was here.
She pouted. “I have other friends here, but I need to ask Rennick a question. We were to have a meeting yesterday, but the rebels attacked. Do you know where he went?”
He pressed his lips together. Once upon a time, her father thought Ora and Rennick were mates and that the king had lied about Rennick finding his mate to give the prince time to sow his wild oats before marriage. But ever since Amelia’s arrival, Ora’s father had been acting strangely. Did he believe the rumors that Amelia was Rennick’s mate?
“He went hunting and will be back later this afternoon. I’m sure he will seek you out for that meeting. No need to go romping through the woods.”
She stood before he finished speaking and rounded his desk to peck him on the cheek. “Thanks, Daddy.”
“You’re welcome. I’m sure Rennick will reschedule your meeting, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
She was already at the door, waving in parting to her father as she slipped into the hall.
Ora knew exactly where her mate liked to hunt.
Ora picked her way through the woods, using the tracking skills the boys had taught her to find Rennick. To her dismay, she followed two sets of tracks, one much smaller than the other.Amelia.
