“Could have fooled me,” Nash mumbles, but it’s just loud enough that everyone hears it.
“We are her Chosen. We care about her more than anyone or anything on this planet,” Knox snarls as he takes a menacing step closer to Nash.
Valen shoots a hand out to keep Knox from charging, and I throw my head back in irritation that these fuckers are arguing again. Sabin rounds the corner from the front of the house, carrying what looks like a blanket, and makes his way back to where we’re all standing. Their yelling is getting louder, their insults sharper as these fuckers face off again. Sabin walks toward the churning display of testosterone, but instead of jumping in the middle of it to help break it up, he just bypasses it, grabs my hand, and starts pulling me toward the trees.
“Um…what are you doing?” I ask confused, but not at all upset at being pulled away from these boys and their fucking drama. We’ve been here almost two weeks now, and not a day goes by where they’re not sniping at each other about something.
“We’re going to find a good spot in the woods, lay this blanket down, and then we’re going to fuck,” Sabin announces.
My head snaps to him, but he’s tracing a path through the trees with his eyes and not looking at me.Holy shit.A flash of heat sparks through me, pooling at the apex of my thighs, and I quickly recall the few times Sabin’s even kissed me.
“Why now?” I ask, not sure what the sudden rush is, not that I’m complaining, but I just figured he’d be the last and hardest to coax into this.
“Because you’re right. Well, partially right anyway. I agree with Bastien that we don’t have to stab each other to be the best possible fighters we can be. But I do agree that our enemies aren’t going to come when we’re at our strongest. They’ll try to pick us off or come for the weak links.”
Leaves crunch under our feet as we weave through the trees, and Sabin holds my hand firmly in his as he leads us further away from the houses.
“That night with the shifters and Elder Albrecht, I was the weakest link. I never want to be that again. I love you. You love me—even if it freaks you out to say it—I know you do. So I just don’t see the point in holding off. We need to be united and as strong as we possibly can be.”
I can’t argue with the logic behind Sabin’s words, but they don’t exactly make me feel all warm and glowy either. I stop, and it yanks my hand from his when he keeps moving forward. Sabin looks back, his brow furrowed in question.
“So your sudden desire to fuck is all about duty and the greater good?” I ask flatly.
Sabin’s forest-green eyes flit back and forth between my seafoam green irises. He takes a step closer to me, and the quiet intensity that surrounds him makes me shiver.
“My desire for you is not sudden or based on any sense of duty. I’ve wanted inside of you from the minute I walked in on you, Ryker and Valen in the closet. It was all I could do not to unfold that towel around your wet body and lick every drop of water from your skin. I’ve wanted to fuck you among the trees since the second I pulled you off of a runaway Darcy. Then I had to deal with the torture of riding back on Bennet, with you rubbing back against me with every hoof-fall. It would have been easy to reach around, unbutton your pants, and make you moan my name while we slowly made our way back.”
Goosebumps breakout over my skin, and my nipples grow hard and needy with every word out of Sabin’s mouth. He steps closer to me.
“I wanted to be inside of you when I told you I loved you and that you were more than I could have ever wished for. I should have been thrusting in and out of you when I confessed what a dumbass I was for not seeing that clear as crystal right away. I should have been begging for your forgiveness, with deep kisses while you were underneath me, your pussy tightening around my cock and begging for release.”
Wind pushes a strand of hair in my face, and Sabin twirls it around his finger and watches the effect his words have on me. My eyes drop to his lips, and I step into him, the tips of my fingers lightly grazing the muscles of his stomach. My pussy clenches at the feel of him against my hands, his body brushing up against my peaked breasts, his breath on my face. I take the blanket from his pliant hands and move to spread it out.
There’s a tree trunk practically at each corner, and it’s not the most spacious or private, but it will have to do. I turn around to find Sabin’s dark green eyes fixed on my every move. I kick off my shoes and step back onto the blanket, pulling my shirt up and over my head.
“O Captain! My Captain—” I don’t get another word out of my mouth before Sabin’s lips are on mine, his kiss drinking up my unvoiced invitation, his tongue lapping up my desire. I moan his name into his mouth as he pinches my sensitive nipples through my sports bra, and he hums in appreciation when I suck on his bottom lip the way I want him to be sucking on my breasts right now.
With no further direction needed, he whips my bra off, picks me up and lays me on my back on the blanket. His hot mouth latches onto my breast, and he sucks hard as he simultaneously flicks the tip of his tongue against my nipple. It sends zings of sensation from my chest to my clit, and I writhe underneath him, needing more. Sabin trades nipples and shoves his hand between my legs to rub my slit over my pants. I ride that friction as I yank his shirt off and push at the waist of his pants.
Sabin leans back, fire banked in his gaze, and he methodically slips his pants down his thighs and off. I run my greedy and appreciative eyes over his incredible body as he does. His creamy, smooth skin is a gorgeous contrast to the dark tattoo that runs up his left arm, and I want to trace every inch of muscle on his body with my tongue. I free myself of my bottoms, and the cool air against my wet pussy makes me ache for him even more. I spread my legs, and Sabin licks his luscious lips. He leans down to lick me, but I sit up and pull at his face.
“I need you to fuck menow.”
A flash of violet magic sparks from me to him, but Sabin doesn’t question it, he just smiles and then kisses me so deeply and thoroughly that nothing else matters right now. He nudges the tip of his cock against me, and as irritated as I am that he’s not inside of me right now, he keeps hitting my clit in this delicious way, and it’s distracting the fuck out of me. Out of nowhere, a wall of leaves flies up into the air and starts to swirl all around us, shielding us from the outside and instantly creating an intimate and stunning atmosphere. Reds, golds and purples cyclone around us, and I’m momentarily mesmerized by how breathtakingly beautiful it is.
Sabin rubs against my clit again, and I’m brought out of my trance by the feel of him all over my body.
I lean away from his kiss and smile. “Always the romantic, you and your leaf sanctuary.”
He laughs and nips at my jaw. “Just in case we’re not as alone out here as we thought. I don’t want any distractions while I’m buried deep inside of you and you’re screaming my name.”
With that, I use my heel to kick him in his incredible ass. “Let’s go then,” I tell him and then click with my tongue the same way I do when I’m trying to get Darcy to pick up the pace.
He brushes a lock of hair out of my face, and then he watches my reaction as he slowly pushes inside of me. It’s so torturous and perfect, and I can’t help but close my eyes and revel in the feel of him filling me up. His hips meet my inner thighs as he releases a deep groan, and I kick him in the ass again, my need for him to speed the fuck up clear. Sabin laughs, and then he obliges.
I’m so lost in how good he feels I have no idea what I’m rambling, all I know is that I am. Sabin doesn’t seem bothered by my incoherent encouragements; he just works me harder until he’s fucking his name out of my mouth over and over again. His face is scrunched in concentration, and I suspect that he’s trying to hold off his release, but my orgasm is just on the brink as he pounds into me deeply.
He watches me bring my hands up to pinch my nipples, and a few thrusts later he reaches between us and pinches my clit. Just like that, I explode and swirl exactly like the multicolored leaves still cocooning us, riding my orgasm like it’s a whirlpool. Sabin presses his face into the crook of my neck and shoulder, purple magic crackling from me to him, and then he buries himself as deeply as he can get, the words, “I love you, Vinna,” painting his orgasm.
