“Sure does.” I smirked back.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me in the opposite direction from the dining hall.
Chapter Three
Killian took me into the back gardens, but not to the left where Eibhleann's tree and our daughter were. Instead, he went right, toward the wild gardens. Within the walls of Twilight Castle were a few gardens, including those that supplied the kitchen with fresh fruit and vegetables. But only one garden was left to nature as a tribute. Untamed, uncut, only gently tended, the garden grew as it pleased. It was the perfect place for a tryst—something I had learned from Tiernan, back when he was just my boyfriend.
“Kill, where are we going?” I pulled his hand.
“Right here's good.” He stopped in a grassy spot and pulled me into his arms. “I know we had sex this morning, but I need to be inside you right now, babe. I'm all worked up.”
I know I said that it felt as if my life had been consumed by sex lately. But Kill had just made me feel more like myself than I had in months, and I was a bit turned on too. So as he kissed me, I undid his belt and tossed it aside.
Groaning, Kill went to his knees. “Fuck, Twilight, you look glorious out here with the sunshine on your skin.” He pushed up my skirt and nuzzled my sex through my silk panties.
Biting my lip, I spread my legs. Kill lifted my left thigh onto his broad shoulder, his green eyes catching the sun and flashing before he bent his head. Wet heat ran along the inside of my thigh—his tongue sliding up, beneath my panties. Over to the center. Up the middle. Damn, he had a strong tongue. Oh, and there it went, sliding through me. Heading for glory.
I grabbed Killian's shoulder-length auburn hair and pulled, practically mounting his shoulder with the leg he had thrown over it. I hooked my foot onto his back and pulled as I circled my hips. He was right. We needed this release after that confrontation. Winning as a couple against an enemy, even someone who wasn't exactly an enemy, was hot. I think it's in our DNA.
With a growl, Killian swung an arm beneath my standing leg, lifted me a couple of inches, and then brought me down onto the grass before him. He tossed my skirt up and dove back between my legs. A snap came as he tore the side of my panties with his fangs. Then the other side. The scrap of silk fell away, and Killian's face replaced it.
Hips rising, I met my husband's kiss. Both hands went to his head to hold him to me. “Kill. Killian, I love you.”
“I love you too,” his muffled voice came from beneath my skirt.
I yanked the fabric higher so he wouldn't get smothered. I wanted him there for as long as possible. Killian's lapping grew faster. More intense. He sucked at the top and then slid his tongue into me. Overcome by desire that wasn't tainted by guilt, my legs flopped open, and my hands ran down my stomach to my sex. I spread myself for him, earning another groan for it.
“You're so fucking hot,” Kill growled, then sucked at me. “So delicious. Come for me, baby.”
As if my body had been waiting for permission, I exploded into an orgasm that outshone all the ones I'd had in my dreams. As amazing as dreams could be, they were only mental images, nothing more than fantasies. Which was probably why I never felt satisfied after waking up. But this was real. The sensations were more than thoughts. Yes, it was the brain that processed bodily sensations, but without the body, those sensations felt unreal. If there were no difference, we wouldn't be able to tell when we woke up.
I could tell I was awake. Every sensation spiraled into another. There was no mind fog now. I knew who I loved and why. This love wasn't a dream. It had been real for a very long time and would continue to be real forever. With that thought, I splintered and came back together, shivering even as Killian rose to his knees and untied his pants. His cock sprang free, the second, smaller one tucked away like backup. Just in case the prime member lost steam.
Kill's Optimus Prime steamed just fine, glossy in need, and hard as polished wood when he gripped it at the base and bent forward. Still trembling through that fantastic climax, I grabbed the back of my knees and pulled my legs wide for my husband.
Killian paused, one hand pressed to the ground, and gaped down at me. His stare wentthere. He licked his lips. “Seren.” He let go of his cock to stroke a hand over my sex. “Look at you. Glistening in the sunshine. Wet from my kiss. Pink and plump. You're so lovely.” He looked up at me. “Sometimes, I can't believe you're mine.”
“Killian, I love you so damn much, and that's one of the sweetest things you've ever said, but I'm spread open here, babe. In the elements.”
Killian smirked and slipped a finger inside me. “Oh, I know. And I like you like this. It feels naughty with us half-dressed.” He pumped his finger and then removed it to rub the moisture over his cock. Cock in hand once more, he teased me with the tip, running it over my aching, sensitized flesh. “Should I go down on you again? Or is this what you want?” He slipped the tip into me.
“I want a bit more than that, Blair,” I growled.
“Yes, ma'am. Autobots, transform!” Killian sank into me.
I burst out laughing, but couldn't hold on to it. Not with the pleasure he pumped into me. With a groan, Kill dropped onto me, his lips seeking mine as he ground in and out of my channel. The kiss was nearly as erotic as the slow thrusting, containing brushes of lips, soft bites, and flicks of our tongues. I let go of my legs, wound them around him, and took his face in my hands.
“Killian.”
“Yes, Twilight?”
“You die, I die, Blair.”
Killian's eyes went wide. It was his line—what he always said to me. But I rarely said it back. I couldn't, and he knew that. If he did die, I wouldn't have the luxury of following him into death. I had four other husbands and our children to think about. But when we were alone together, like this, I could say itto him, and he understood that even if I wouldn't be able to, I would want to die if he did.
Killian's eyes went liquid. “Seren.”
I pulled him down into another kiss. “You and me, Blair. We're special. There's nothing like us.”
