“You look so beautiful in the moonlight.” Rath moved in and out, slowly dragging his cock over the most wondrous of spots inside me. “My glowing Ember. On the verge of combusting.”
“Rath,” I whispered, trying to sit up.
His magic helped me, bending my body so I could ease my legs to the sides, grab his shoulders, and kiss him properly. We both groaned into the kiss, our bodies continuing that slow grind as our tongues followed suit. Gentle stroking. Wet heat. Rath was the best kisser out of all my men. He knew how to vary the pressure and tease. How to lash and claim, then stroke and seduce. It was enough to set my head to spinning.
And below, he kept fucking me. Deep. Slow. Thrusts.
The cool night no longer bothered me. I was hot. Burning in need. The whisper of night creatures and the breeze soughing through the trees created the perfect music. It felt so luxurious to be out there, completely naked, making love to Rath. Thrilling. So fucking sexy.
Moaning, I ground onto him, then eased back to say, “Release my dick. I want to rub it against you. I want to feel your skin on me there.”
Rath grinned and the magic around my shaft dispersed. The cool stroking turned into warm, hard flesh, and I happily pressed forward, sandwiching my shaft between our chests.
“Oh, yeah,” I said. “You feel so good.”
“So do you.” He pushed me back a little, just enough that he could bend his head to my nipples and suck one into his mouth.
As Rath laved and suck and bit, I rolled on his cock, churning his flesh inside me as pleasure took control. Our bond flared to life, love bursting into a vibration similar to magic. I suppose it was magic in our case, empowered by it. It connected us with more than flesh and pleasure, or just a different type of pleasure. One so profound, tears came to my eyes.
Rath lifted his head to meet my watery stare, then kissed me once more, sending our love into epic territory. Love magnified our lust, and Rath's thrusts grew faster. Faster. His hands clutched at me. He tore away from my mouth to go wild, flesh slapping flesh.
Then, holding my stare, he cried out, “Ember!”
At the last second, Rath pulled out to come across the ground. His body twitched, muscles cording on his neck, and his head jerked back. So beautiful. When he relaxed at last, he lowered his head and grinned at me. A grin I usually saw on Xaedren.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
Air lifted me once more, bringing my cock to his mouth.
“I'm taking care of my lover,” Rath said just before he consumed me.
I came a few seconds later, my head thrown back as his had been, eyes on the starlit sky.
Chapter Twenty-Four
A week later, I concluded that Taroc's interest was waning. I wasn't sure if it was because we weren't having sex or that the chase felt over for him. It wasn't. It wouldn't be done until I fell in love, but maybe I wasn't exciting enough for him. Or maybe he was starting to realize that committing to one man wasn't for him. Whatever the case, I could tell that Taroc wasn't as into me as he had been. And I wasn't sure if I wanted to do anything about it.
Things hadn't been easy with Xae or Rath, but their attraction for me had never waned. And Kel, well, he had been into me from the start. Almost too into me. So, Taroc left me flustered and confused. I wondered if this was too much work. And then I wondered if that was unfair of me. And then I wondered if the next guy would be even more difficult. AndthenI wondered if maybe I should stop at three.
I was probably overthinking it.
But it had been days since I'd eaten a meal with Taroc and over a week since we'd gone on a date. Keltyr had practically hounded me for dates when we were courting. And I had thought Taroc and I were at a point where it was assumed we'd be going out.
“Are you listening to me?” Death snapped.
“Huh?” I blinked.
“What's wrong with you? Or are you not interested in learning how to make a tree walk?”
“I'm fine, and no, not really. How is this going to help me?”
Rath, Xae, and Kel, who were standing to the side near a large oak, shared an amused look. Death had been slow in his lessons. This was nothing like the elemental lessons the mages had given me—lessons that I had excelled at rapidly. Not that I didn't do well with Death Magic. It was Death who was holding me back. He insisted on taking tiny steps. This made my men happy but frustrated me.
“This will help you by honing your skills!” Death snapped. “But if it's too boring for you, I can return to Aranren and offer my aid to his experiments.”
That had Xae growling.
“Oh, shut up, Xaedren,” Death said. “I choose to be here, but if I'm not appreciated, I will leave.”
