Avery wrapped her hands around his broad arms and tugged him up to her. Standing there before her, she tilted her head up to look at him. His face was softer, but there was still the lingering doubt that she would continue to torture him. She didn’t want that. All she’d even wanted was for him to say he was sorry. Was that too much to ask?
“Of course I forgive you. I love you too much not to,” Avery said.
Savine let his body crash against her, pressing her back against the wall. She wanted to swallow his need, his thrumming desire for her up and never let it go. As his tongue slid against hers, Avery knew this man could doanythingand if he met her on his knees she’d forgive him. She’d welcome him back to her again and again.
Savine pulled back and looked at her with darkened eyes. “I want you, Avery. I want to make you cry my name so loud that the whole city knows how forgiving you are.”
Avery rubbed her thighs together, sensation building in her core and she quirked a smile at Savine. “Is that a challenge, old man?”
The tip of Savine’s essence peeked out of his shirt and his pupils dilated so that the dusky blue of his eye was but a slit. “Do you accept the challenge?” Savine said, a wolfish smile on his face.
“Happily,” Avery said.
Before she could draw another breath, Savine’s nimble fingers were at the leather cord of her pants, unfastening them and tugging them down to her ankles. Avery gasped at the contact of his skin against hers.
Savine’s knuckles brushed against her inner thigh, the roughness of his hands scraping her sensitive flesh. He worked his way up her leg, reaching her hot center. His finger pressed inside her and she cried out from the delicious pleasure of histouch. His touch against her innermost walls was so good as his fingers glided in and out of her. She couldn’t stop her body from rocking against his fingers as tension coiled deep within her.
“Damn, Avery,” Savine growled as he pumped into her harder than she thought she could bear. His nimble thumb found her bundle of nerves as he began making stroking circles, increasing the pressure as he felt her respond to him. She needed this, this connection to him that made her wild for the fae that had stolen her heart and her soul.
Savine kissed her desperately, seeking his need to feel her release just as much as her own. “You’re going to come for me, aren’t you?”
Avery let out a whimper that was meant to be a yes, but it died on her tongue.
“Is that a yes, Little Flower?”
“Yes!” Avery gasped out as Savine flicked her clit, making her see stars as her world exploded in light and heat and need. She didn’t even notice how she screamed his name. He was wringing every bit of pleasure from her that her voice didn’t even seem real anymore.
“Good girl,” Savine said, pulling his fingers away, leaving her empty. “Now I want to be so lost in you that I can’t remember my own damn name.” Her pants were still tight around her ankles as he positioned her against his desk, ass in the air.
He tugged his pants down, exposing the thick, hard ridge of his cock, letting his leathers slide down to his feet. She could feel his erection rubbing against her entrance. She wanted him inside her. Needed to feel him stretch her and take her so deeply against his desk.
“I want you hard and fast, Savine,” Avery said, her voice husky with desire.
He gave her exactly what she’d asked for. He didn’t press into her gently or slowly. With both his hands on her hips, Savineslammed into her, filling her to the hilt. He stretched her, fitting so deeply, so tight at this angle, that Avery didn’t know if she wanted to cry out in pain or bliss. She bit down on her lower lip, as he began moving in and out of her, the slap of their skin filling the room.
“There will never be anything that prevents us from being together. You know that, don’t you? Not some fucking fae who wants to steal you from me, not a prophecy, not even ourpantswill stop me from being with you, Ave.”
All Avery could do was whimper, “Never, nothing,” as Savine crashed into her. He moved in a way that was meant to sear, to reclaim her as his own, as his mate, and she wanted him to. She wanted him to make her scream in pleasure and pain, to skirt the edge of that balance. Avery arched her back, letting him drive into her even deeper, harder as he drove her to the edge of her pleasure.
Savine sensed her spiraling closer to the edge of her release, and drove into her in a frantic rhythm, desperate to fall with her. The world around her ceased to exist. Nothing else mattered than their plunge into ecstasy together.
Avery gasped, leaning her head against the desk as Savine slid out of her and helped her find her balance.
“That was—“ Savine didn’t finish his thought as he kissed her neck and shoulders tenderly before he pulled up his pants. Moments later, he returned to her, kissing down her spine.
Avery smiled through the kisses. “That was some hot make up sex.” Savine helped her stand as he knelt before her, resecuring her pants.
Savine wrapped his arm around Avery’s waist and began guiding her to the chairs.
As he sat down, he pulled her into his lap, resting his head against her shoulder. “Avery, I needed you. Not just physically, but I need to know I have your support with the decision I cometo concerning allying with Nephel. There are so many factors to consider, and I can’t be impartial when it comes to Rylo.”
“Tell me what’s on your mind.”
He shook his head, before running his free hand through his tangled hair, the crown not visible. “I just got Latiah out of a war. We haven’t even begun to recover, and pushing my folk into a conflict that is not ours is wrong. Yet, I also know if we do not accept this alliance and act early, we will face the war on our own borders, and there are the relics to consider. What does it mean if Kyla doesn’t follow the will of the Premier Goddess? If Morgan and Rylo gained one then that makes three relics found, only two left. It would be worth it to ally with Nephel just to find the relics.”
Avery thought carefully about what Savine was saying. She understood how he would feel so conflicted, and yet, in her mind, there was only one path. Even if she hated Rylo for what he did to her, even if she never forgave him for the hurt he’d caused Savine, she couldn’t imagine abandoning Morgan to a war against a more powerful enemy. But she didn’t want to blurt that out. It was her natural instinct to say what was on her mind right away, but she was trying to change, trying to be a better listener.
“You’re taking the right steps by considering the different possibilities that could happen before making a decision to ally with Nephel. Why don’t we go to the trees for your answers?”
