I realise what he means by ‘game,’ and my body shudders with anticipation.
“The—” A breathless sound escapes me, half-gasp, half-giggle. “The food.”
His finger curls inside me, and his mouth quirks. “My fingers inside you deserve a little more information than that.” The words rumble low in his chest, warm with amusement.
“Two.” Another finger slides in beside the first, and I wiggle my hips, heightening the feel of him inside me.
“The horses.” I breathe out. “I had always thought them magnificent, even more so now.” I moan as he slides those fingers almost out, tantalizing me with the delay, and then pushes them back in deeper.
“Three.” A third finger stretches me, the fullness making my body tremble around his touch, clenching greedily around him.
He leans down, his tongue tracing the seam of my lips. They part for him, and my tongue meets his halfway—just the tips at first, tasting each other in that electric space between us.
“Him,” I admit tentatively, starting to lose myself to the perfect feel of his fingers sliding in a slow, rhythmic tempo, to my pleasure that is swelling hot below my belly.
He pulls away from our kiss, his gaze guarded.
A smirk lifts the corner of his mouth.
“Now, what were you thinking about earlier, really?” His voice is low and coaxing.
I pause for a second, and then his thumb comes up to massage my clit, that sweet sensation eliciting a moan from my lips, a tremble in my legs and almost my undoing.
“What had your eyes glaze with such evident lust?” He purrs, his lips vibrating on my skin where he has bent down to run his nose along my neck, his tongue darting out to taste me.
“Tell me, darling … Four.”
I whimper as I am stretched close to pain, that fourth finger filling me so completely I imagine that it is that thick cock of his, my pleasure pulsing now, a sensation I lose myself to.
“Kiernan.” I breathe out raggedly, barely containing the burning heat threatening to escape. I’ve learnt the longer I hold it, the more I get of him. “After his father beat him, and he showed me how to—” My whole body jolts and my back arches from the blanket at the memory ”—give in to my passion.”
“Good girl,” he says, his voice husky.
He holds my gaze for a long moment, something unreadable flickering in those yellow eyes.
“I win the game.” He kisses the tip of my nose and rises, adjusting his growing erection in his tight leather trousers, staring down into my puzzled expression.
He turns away, the motion so sharp it feels like dismissal. “I have someone you need to meet. Dress, and we will leave.”
His spine goes rigid as he strides to the table. He grips the edge of the bowl, knuckles whitening, and splashes water onto his face. Water droplets drip back into the bowl as his shoulders hunch forwards, palms bracing his weight against the table, head bowed.
We stroll through Heartwood, hand in hand, the late afternoon sun as warm as the blankets were against my skin. I tip my head back, eyes fluttering shut, basking in it.
When we arrive at the small clearing where I’d first met Viveen and Rawson’s brother Samwell, the fire is already lit. A figure sits alone on one of the thick log benches.
We both sit. Domanikk drops my hand.
“I knew we would find him here. Alaya, meet Quinn.” Domanikk nods towards the figure.
The Fae is smiling at me, wide and welcoming. Piercing blue eyes crinkle at the edges, framed by short, slightly wavy hair of deep chocolate brown. He wears brown chest leathers and trousers, but no Enchantra adorns his chest.
My breath catches. I stare at his bare chest, then back to his face.
“You’re Earthbound Fae!” Not a question. A fact.
“I am.” His smile doesn’t waver.
I turn to Domanikk, my mouth falling open.
