Kassiel clicks his tongue in disapproval and brings my bottom closer again.
“Sit there and relax you little goddess, you can take me like this.”
He massages my hip with his free hand and then runs his finger over my clit again before slowly pumping.
“That’s my girl, you’re doing so good.”
His praise combined with his swirling motion makes me cry out as a rush builds inside of me. He thrusts his hips hard and sticks his finger inside of me, joining it with his cock.
If I thought I was full before, now I’m stuffed. He curls his finger inside me, hitting the spot that I desperately searched for earlier.
“Oh gods.” Is all I utter before I crash with an orgasm so intense that I see stars and my vision blackens.
I come, hard, soaking both of us in the process.
“That’s right, little warrior. Drench me.”
He pumps a few more deep eager thrusts before he withdraws and spills his cum across my breasts. His dick pulses against my belly and I find it oddly arousing, even though I’m so spent my limbs grow heavy.
Seeing him mark me this way, claiming me in the process, makes my heart swell with a twisted sense of belonging.
I’m his, and for as long as we both walk this wretched plane, he’s mine.
Chapter 28
Alora
With the setting moons behind us, we ride away from the Zurian shores. With daybreak ushering in, I take one more look back at the stunning waters.
Oddly, leaving the black sandy lake felt like leaving a piece of me too.
Like I knew that who I was would never be the same after bathing in the sacred waters, not after Kassiel brought me from the licking waves.
Turning back around in my seat, I follow Kassiel’s gaze to the trail that we begin to trek down. The mountainous boulders are treacherous in areas. Thank gods for horses because I’m sure Iwould fall more than once and practically crack my skull in the process.
“Have you been through these passes before?” I ask Kassiel.
He snorts before answering me, “Yes, many times in fact.”
“Oh?”
He shakes his hair out of his face and I’ve discovered I quite like the tousled look when his hair falls into his face. It makes him look wild, not as kept as The Devourer would be, but rather the unabashed Kassiel.
“Rune and I actually come to these mountain ranges from time to time when we need an escape from life at court. Often, King Euron would let us take a reprieve if he sensed us getting too pent up. I guess he figured it would be less trouble to lead us by using a carrot instead of the rod.”
My thoughts float back to what he revealed to me under the canopy in River’s End. The atrocity of Euron’s punishments. I would accept any reprieve, any token of kindness, with the threat of his wrath.
“Tell me what it’s like when you use your magic. When you usher someone’s soul?”
He grows very still in his saddle. Moments pass between us and I wonder if I’ve stepped too far out of line by asking him something so intimate.
His reply is quiet but thoughtful, as if trying to give weight to the words, “If I close my eyes, I can almost see that dark paradise. The echoes of love, cries of joy, the nearness of home. It’s all but just a taste of what I’m missing.”
He looks away and I get the inkling he’s meaning more than he says.
“It sounds beautiful.” I offer, suddenly feeling self conscious.
I focus my eyes on the red boulders streaked with white striations.
