The flaps billow behind her. The princess does not return. I seethe at the drapes moving on the breeze I created.
Gideon steps into my line of sight. His eyes are pitch-black, making my body quiver. The scar along his eye draws me in—the lines I want to lick better.
Fuck. What?
What just happened?Like in some sort of rage-filled fever dream, I just forced Moyrie out of our room.Was that the power Fury was talking about?That force felt different from the one that allows me to communicate with others innately.
I shake my head to loosen my running mind. Rivern pulls the last of my tattered dress away from my body, leaving me naked in his arms. Obscured from Gideon’s eyes.
“Sit,” I say to the wolf, motioning with my eyes towards the bench seat, lined with pillows along the wall. A new wave of capability makes itself known within me.I’m no longer defenceless.I have power.
Thanks to Fury, I guess.
A sinister smile takes over my face, directed towards Gideon.
I cannot let him out of my sight. The wrath. The possession. The need inside me won’t let him leave this room, won’t let him be with another person.
Gideon follows my command, setting his towering form on the small seat.
Two firm hands distract me from the shifter before us, gripping my arse and pulling my cheeks apart. Leaning my face into the sunshine and forest smell of Rivern’s neck, I groan as cold air hits wetness and heat below.
“Fuck, love, you’re dripping for me.” Rivern’s musical voice sets my heart thrumming harder than before. I squeeze my eyes shut, my thighsclenching around his form, trying my hardest to meld our bodies as one.
Those last lingering, tattered thoughts about hisalmostbetrothal hit me again—this male, my fae prince, was set to marry someone else. It niggles at my heart, making me only more desperate to claim him as mine, to completely eradicate any other female he has touched. There’s only one person for him.
“Rivern,” I groan against his skin. “I need you.”
My grip is tight on his body, scratching against his dancing golden lines. Reluctantly, I push my head out of its new home in the crook of his neck, bringing my nose to his. I grasp his chiselled jaw in my hands, feeling smooth, untainted skin underneath my fingertips.
“What do you need, love?” His eyes dance with playful wonder as he massages my bottom between his kneading fingers.
My face crinkles, frowning. He laughs. “You know what I want.” He can feel it in the bond, for the Goddess’s sake.
I want to ravage him—brand him so everyone knows who he belongs to.
“But I want to hear you say it,” he bats back right before going for my mouth. Easing some of the tension in my body with sweeping licks and nips, I sink my hands into his thick hair. We kiss until I’m nothing but needy putty in his hands.
He grasps my hair in his grip, gently easing my head back, making me whimper. “What do you need, love?” the bastard asks again. I release a hand from his hair, trailing it down between our bodies.
Goddess, if he doesn’t let me complete this bond soon, I’m going tocombust.
I shift to manoeuvre past my dripping pussy and land firmly on a considerable throbbing length still annoyingly tucked away inside Rivern’s pants. “I need your cock, love,” I tease, tugging him hard through his pants.
His head falls back, and he lets out a groan that almost sounds like a roar.
Snapping his head back, the fae prince doesn’t waste any time pulling his tunic over his head and ripping his pants off in a few short, quick manoeuvres I find extremely impressive—all while keeping me upright on his torso.
I get a glimpse of the dyre wolf watching us. He doesn’t move a muscle at our display. I let my eyes wander down his length and the bulge in his lap, begging for attention. My mind conjures up fantasies of what his sweat might taste like.A spicy, sweet sandalwood, with a sour note maybe?
Goddess, I can’t control myself.I groan inwardly.
With his taste now conjured up on my lips, I want to crawl to him—until I’m reminded of the incredibly horny fae male’s arms I’m still in. Something hard and wide presses against my aching pussy’s entrance, asking for entry. My eyes close to the watching beast before us.My watching beast.Fuck, he’s going to watch me and Rivern.He’s going to see everything.And that notion only makes me even wetter, if that’s possible.
I want him to watch.
Maybe I want more?
Pushing forward, my wet core parts effortlessly for Rivern. We both groan loudly at the moment he slides in, my first experience nothing like I ever could have expected with another. The other women in thetemple said it would hurt, but this is not that.It’s everything.My body is alight with new, rapturous sensations—sensations I never want to come down from. A fullness I never want to let go of. A completion.
