My breath stuttered as I tried to draw it in.
“Ride me, Kimber. Ride me. Put your hands on my shoulders and fuck me hard.”
I wasn’t about to say no. However, I did pull his shirt up and over his head so I could feel his hot skin in the cool air.
“Gods, I love your eyes,” he breathed, staring up at me from his place at my breast. “They flash such a beautiful blue and turn such a rich dark green…”
My hips pumped, drawing his shaft in and out of me. While his mouth was busy at my nipple, his other hand slipped between us, his thumb finding my clit. Pressing lightly, he stroked over it.
Tossing my head back, I could see the inn just behind us, and there were more than a few windows open, and quite a few eyes peering down at us.
We were the couple in the garden tonight.
I found myself enjoying the idea that there might be people watching us. That perhaps there was a couple up there, mimicking our movements, thrusting and grinding, panting and pleading as they sawed out their own rhythm in pleasure.
Rilen blew on my pearled peak, chilling me, and making my breasts ache like they hadn’t before.
He tipped his head up, and I looked down at him, seeing his soul in his eyes. His mismatched eyes glowed golden, just a little, and I knew my own hazel ones held the same colors.
“Come for me,ilati. Take the power.”
Leaning down, I whispered in his ear. “Come inside me, Rilen. Share your power.”
His hips popped up as I came down on him. He wanted to come—so did I. His thumb tapped my clit as I dropped on him again.
I came, light dancing behind my eyes, my skin pulling tight, my muscles freezing. All in the most exquisite pleasure we could reach.
He came, his eyes flashing gold as his cum raced from his cock, painting my channel. His hips slapped up a few times and finally settled, as I was able to regain some of the motions in our joining.
I stroked over him until his cock started to soften a bit.
Rilen dug his fingers into my hair, pulling my forehead and breathing hard. “I love you, Kimber Raven. Never ever forget that, and always come back to me. To us.”
DREZ STOOD NEXT TOSTAVIZ,LOOKING PLEASEDwith his life at the moment.
I smirked. He should be pleased. The captain had come to rely on him for information.
Dorian, on the other hand…
He was not pleased.
Rilen and Roran had told him I was going on the raiding party—and the walls of our bedroom shook with his anger.
It was terrifying to witness Master Dorian’s anger.
Worse, there was a strange aura about him, one that shimmered white and gold. The twins had stepped back shocked when it happened, so I knew it hadn’t been my imagination.
I finally had enough of the whole thing and stood.
“I am going on this raid. If I cannot take the shield, I am joining the raid. My sword is better than all three of you, and I won’t stay here, naked and eating truffles, just for your sexual pleasure. I’m the Breaker of the Spine, and I can’t hide from the druids who need us.”
Dorian whirled on me. “You could be killed. You don’t know what those weapons can do.”
Grabbing his hand, I placed it on the ragged scar on my thigh. “I know better than anyone on this side of the Scar what those weapons can do.”
He growled, angry that I was right.
In the next moment, we were all naked in the sheets, fucking out our aggressions and disagreements.
