Kaelith chuckled, shifting his weight on top of her.
“Seems we’ve been providing free entertainment these last few weeks,” he purred, pressing down slowly, muscles flexing.
Dark hair slipped down around her face.
Blood thundered in her ears.
“Should we give them another show?” He pushed his hips forward, the thick length of him slipping between her bare legs, teasing against her entrance with infuriating precision.
A jolt of heat spiraled through her at the contact, boiling her insides as the flashes started—not hers. His thoughts. Or memories. Or something in between.
His mouth between her legs. The throbbing, wet heat of her pussy. The long, sinuous glide tongue lapping at her until she quaked beneath him. The taste of her on his lips. His mind wrapped around the pleasure of devouring her.
Her body responded before she could think.
Her hips rose up to meet him, thighs falling open as her nipples peaked against his chest, taut and aching. Every nerve lit like struck flint. And a low moan slipped from her lips as she arched into him, the ache at her core blooming fast and fierce.
She reallyshouldhave been worried.
The mental drift—her thoughts bleeding into his, his hungers bleeding into hers—had been happening for weeks now. Longer, maybe. And that should have set off alarms. Alchemical ones. Psychic ones. Existential ones. It was familiar in a way that could…that would destroy her… if... if…
But all she could think about…
His teeth grazed her lower lip before biting down, just enough to make her gasp, while his fingers pinched around her nipple.
She squeaked, high and breathless.
Stars above.
Shesawwhat was coming next—feltit unfurling in her mind's eye like a prophecy etched in heat—and the anticipation alone nearly tipped her over the edge.
“Rynna,” Kaelith panted into her mouth, the syllables torn from his throat like theyhurt to say.
“Miss Rynna!”
The other voice shattered the spell like a hammer through glass.
She froze.
“Miss Rynna!!” the boy called again from outside, more insistent this time.
Kaelith groaned like someone had stabbed him, a mix between a snarl and a sigh as he dropped his forehead to hers.
“It’s going to be something sharper than a pipe next time, squirt,” he growled at the window.
“You wouldn’tdare!” Ben’s voice shot back.
Rynna’s eyes snapped to the door as small fingers curled around the edge of the rawhide flap that served as their front door.
“Shit!”
She shoved Kaelith, rolling him off of her with enough force to send him tumbling over the side of the bed. He hit the floor with a loud grunt, limbs sprawled, hair tangled, gloriously naked.
“One second, little dude!” she yelped toward the door.
Kaelith propped himself up with one hand, rubbing the back of his head with the other.
“You’re a savage,” he muttered, just as a pair of yesterday’s pants hit him square in the face. “Hey!” he barked, peeling the clothing off his head.
