“That’s my good girl. You’re going to take everything I give you,” he continues, and there’s a slight pinch when he adds another finger, before it’s replaced by more searing pleasure.
“That’s it, baby,” he coaxes, fucking me even harder now. “Strangle my fingers with that pretty pussy. I want you to fucking coat me in your arousal, until there’s no fucking doubt about who makes your pussy sing.”
His words detonate something in me, and my orgasm rips through me. At the same time, Sin releases my throat and kisses me, swallowing each of my moans. He coaxes every last one of my aftershocks, claiming them like they’re his salvation.
I’m panting when he finally pulls back, and he holds my gaze as he sucks my juices from his fingers.
“Your taste is fucking addictive, kitten,” he growls.
He still looks aroused, but it’s no longer bordering on feral, as if claiming my body soothed him.
“What do I taste like?” I ask, wondering if maybe something changed when I became immortal.
His answering grin is wicked. “Mine.”
I flush, trying not to let myself get aroused all over again.
Sin winks and takes my hand. “Come on, kitten. We have a meeting to get to.”
The heat in my cheeks only intensifies when I remember that Ragna and Morgana are waiting on us. “Oh god. They’re not going to know what we were doing, are they? No. We can just say we were talking about the souls we freed last night,” I ramble, trying to work through my mortification.
Sin laughs – likereallylaughs, and I frown at him. “What is so funny? This is embarrassing,” I huff.
“Kitten, half the people in this castle are shifters. They haveverygood senses of smell,” he answers, still chuckling.
I groan, “They’re going to know, aren’t they?”
He has a self-satisfied smirk when he pulls me closer. “I’m fucking counting on it.”
Chapter 52
Vivian’s Point of View
Rule fifty-two:If your opponent criticizes you, try horrifying them with suicidal requests.
“The leaders of the rebel armies refuse to apparate their people to the Otherworld until they have elected a leader for the war,” Morgana explains, sounding pissed off.
We’re standing at the entrance to the hedge maze. Ragna and Morgana wanted to hold the meeting inside for privacy, but I vetoed the idea.
Even though Sin could use his power to ensure it’s no longer a death maze, I’m still never stepping foot in there again.
In fact, if I can convince the gnome-squirrel creatures to move out, I think I’ll burn it down once the war is over.
I’ll write it off as pillaging and whatnot.
Ragna also looks like she’s in a sour mood and keeps giving me and Sin dirty looks.
She definitely knows what we were doing.
This meeting is uncomfortable. Unsurprisingly, Sin and Morgana have yet to make up. They’re stiflingly formal with each other, and it makes my heart break all over again.
What does surprise me is the hostility between Sin and Ragna. He’s eyeing her like he expects her to pull a blade on us.
Is everyone forgetting that we’re on the same side?
“Uhm, why is everyone so upset? That is great news,” I note tentatively.
The armies want to vote in a leader who is actually qualified? Sign me up!
