And even though he was still glaring daggers at me, he came close enough to grab the back of my neck, pulling me into him. His kiss was fierce, stealing my breath.
“My little fallen star,” he rasped against my lips as my hands reached up to clutch his shoulders. “The universe dealt you a tragedy, but you didn’t let it break you. You fell hard on Krynn, dusted yourself off, and then you smiled as you moved forward. That’s what I admire.”
His shoulders were trembling with his sudden need. The effort it took him to not give into what we both wanted…it was on full display, and I was only now realizing the extent of his control. Kythel was logical. An overthinker, an intellectual, whereas I was the opposite. I acted on whatfeltright, not if it was the smart decision.
This time, it was Kythel who gave into me. Who silenced that voice in his mind that told him this would only lead to hurt. I’d long silenced mine…because I liked his kiss. I liked his hands on me, the way his eyes gleamed when I smiled at him and the gentle gruffness in his voice when he teased me.
Kythel of House Kaalium might eventually belong to another. A female from a respectable, ancient bloodline like his, with deep ties to his nation and its people.
But for right now, Kythel of House Kaalium was allmine.
“Get this damn vest off me,” he ordered roughly, his touch morphing, becoming eager, demanding, impatient. “I’m not waiting a single moment more,sasiral.”
If a heart could sing, mine was doing it right at that moment, hearing my new favorite word fall from his lips.
CHAPTER28
KYTHEL
This was a fucking terrible idea, and yet I grinned as Millie tore at my clothes.
Was she hurt about what I’d said? There was quiet determination in her features, her brows lifting with her rising desperation and need. I couldn’t tell if she was angry or solemn or lustful. But did it matter? She could be all three, and it wouldn’t change the fact that we’d have sex tonight.
This would only further deepen the ties I already had with her. A weaving, tangled tapestry of millions of threads that would be difficult, if not impossible, to tear myself from when the time came.
That was what fueled my anger. Because I knew she would never be mine. Not the way she was intended to be.
I made the effort to soften my grip on her hips so I wouldn’t bruise her in my eagerness. My hands joined hers, tearing at the clasps on my pants as she pushed my vest off my shoulders, ripping off my heavy boots, which clattered to the floor like weighty stones.
The vest got tangled on my wings so I shredded the material, throwing it away. At the first press of our bared bodies, I sighed, a harsh breath whistling from my throat. My neck was still throbbing from where she’d bitten me, and it made my cock harden like steel, prodding into her belly, greedy.
When I felt her grip drift between us, her small, warm hand wrapping around the length, I bucked, a hoarse cry bursting from my lips. I ducked my head, capturing her lips as I backed her up toward the single table in the center of the room. The slide of her firm hand was a tantalizing tease because it wasn’t enough. It never would be. Even though I felt like the membranes of my wings tingled when she rubbed her thumb under the head, sparking the sensitive nerves.
She squeaked when I pushed her up onto the table, when I disentangled her hand from my cock and sank to my knees on the stone floor.
“You don’t think I’ve thought about this,sasiral?” I murmured, wings stretching wide, which she tracked with a flitting gaze. They felt like they were buzzing. I itched to fly, to pump them hard to dispel the crazed sensation building in my belly. “You don’t know how much control it takes. You’ll never know.”
“I have an idea,” she said, biting her lip as she watched my head duck. She moaned when I licked a line up the crease of her inner thigh. Her scent was driving me wild, clouding my head.
Unable to withstand it, I trailed my tongue to her cunt. The sharp point of my tongue parted her pink folds, and I groaned against her, the taste of her delicate, musky sweetness making my knot swell at the base of my cock. Millie’s head dropped back, her eyes sliding shut. Lips parted in a silent moan, she was a work of art.
I’d only ever drawn buildings—stark, cold, unyielding lines. Black ink on parchment. And yet I wanted to try my hand at drawing her in perfect color. The soft curves of her breasts, the pinkened brown of her nipples which perfectly matched her lips. The light scar on her arm. The shadowy hollow of her belly when she sucked it in with her gasp. The wild tendrils that escaped the pin in her hair, the ends still damp from the bath, curling against her neck.
Beautiful,I thought, unable to keep my eyes off her as I sucked and laved and licked between her thighs. Her moans filled the cottage, rising higher and higher. I’d never met a creature so singularly focused on their pleasure, so unashamed of it.
Millie had surprised me at every turn.
“Enough, Kythel,” she rasped when I lapped at her clit. Her legs squeezed around my ears to keep me in place, and I growled, my own hands tightening around her hips in warning. The heady, intoxicating look she was giving me however made all protest die in my throat. “Before you make me come.” I smirked, lifting my head. “Again,” she amended.
Swiftly, I tugged her off the table, making a husky, delighted laugh fill the warm cottage. She was smiling, teeth shining in the firelight, when I pulled her to lie on top of me, her legs straddling my hips. Her legs were spread wide to accommodate my size, likely uncomfortably so, but she made no complaints.
“Take what you want from me,sasiral,” I commanded. “Take what you so desperately want, my needy little mate.”
Her eyes flared at the word. That forbidden word. My cock jumped with it, bouncing on my belly as she shifted over me.
“Say it again,” she whispered, leaning over. Her lips brushed mine. “Please.”
“Mate,” I said. I hesitated. But then she was kissing me harder, her tongue stroking against mine. The weight of her against me, the warm softness and slide of her body, the wet droplet that landed on my cheek from her hair…it made me lower my guard. “Kyrana.”
