Why did Iwantthat?
Why did I feel this rising desperation to claim him in some small way?
But I knew the answer.
I wanted to remember these moments with him. I wanted to remember them when I was back home and missing him…longing for him enough that I would still taste him on my tongue, the jagged pieces of my broken heart aching for him.
Tears pricked the back of my eyes, and I squeezed them tight.
“Tell me,” he whispered. Because of course, I could hide nothing from him. Except maybe my own betrayal.
“This wasn’t meant to happen,” I breathed, my throat bobbing against his mouth as I swallowed. “I wasn’t supposed to find you.”
His magic surged, and I gasped. I could feel it like a little ball inside my chest. Like a seed that would grow. Like a heartstone that would radiate its warmth and light and power until I was glowing.
I gasped when he lifted me?—
Then all thought left my mind when he swiftly entered me, his thick cock eliciting a sharp moan.
I became a wild creature, owned and controlled by Alaryk. I used his shoulders as leverage to ride him, my knees not quite meeting the stone of the ledge because his thighs were as thick and strong as tree trunks. I was spread wide over him. He only gave me the illusion of control, but really,hewas fuckingme.
It was fast and desperate. It made my spine tingle, my toescurl. He felt so good inside me, all that metal hitting and sliding deep, making me clench, making mecomeunexpectedly, like I was a tight string he only needed to pluck. I was his plaything. The control he had over me was shocking.
My cry echoed until it returned back to me off the stone, flooding my ears. His magic was hot, searing. It grew and grew, and I continued to squirm through the pleasure that billowed out from my core.
“I told you I would tell you when I was between these thighs,” he growled. His lips came to my ear, and he bit down on the lobe, making me jolt. He continued to fuck me, bouncing my body, using me as the orgasm never ended. But he didn’t come.Wouldn’t.
“What?” I breathed, words a confusing jumble in my addled brain.
“You’re lying to me, Amaia,” he said. His declaration was punctuated by a sharp snap of his hips. “About everything.”
The words broke through the haze of pleasure. I stiffened, my body falling out of rhythm over his.
“I know you are. Am I so far gone for you that I don’t even care?” he continued, followed by a dark chuckle that made my throat tighten. “I’ll find out what you’re hiding.”
His magic surged.
That was when I felt what I’d felt once before.
His presence, strong and certain and roving, in my mind.
I gasped, bucking off him. He let me slide off him. Shock, disbelief, and betrayal cut through me, mingled with my own guilt as tears welled in my eyes.
I flung myself away, turning my back as I hunched, trying to focus, trying to get him out of my mind.
“Stop!” I pleaded.
I know you’re lying to me,mariss,came his voice, whispered through the thick wall of disbelief.
He’d broken his promise.
He’d broken his promise!
He knew what this meant. He was willing to sacrifice Samryn forthis? It didn’t make any sense. Unless…
Unless he thought that my feelings for him were strong enough that this could be forgiven.
Unless he thought that I cared for Samryn enough that I wouldn’t let him fall to the curse.
