His thumb found her clit, and he lightly teased her, and she pushed into his touch, unable to do more with her hands shackled.
Groaning, she dragged her mouth from his. “Dammit, Aerén, finish this.”
“Still, she orders me about.”
She glared.
He nipped her lip while stroking her slit, keeping her on edge, and she shuddered. Then glowered. “I swear, I’ll lockyouin that dungeon of yours—”
His mouth came back on hers, stopping her threats. He released her wrists and crouched in front of her. Her gaze never left him. He slid her underwear aside and put his mouth on her—
A whimper escaped her. He licked and suckled her clit with firm pulls, and she grabbed his hair as he worked his fingers into her slick core, the wet sounds causing his cock to strain. Her core tightened—
He tugged the little bundle of nerves with his lips, and she cried out as she came…
He rose, keeping ahold of her waist, and when she finally looked at him, he kissed her mouth the way he’d just mouth-fucked her core.
She groaned and reached for his zipper.
With regret, he broke their kiss and grasped her questing hands. “I wish we could finish this now. But we’re leaving shortly.”
“Leaving?” she breathed.
“Yes, back to Earth.”
“Oh…okay.” The fire in her eyes dimmed.
He wished they didn’t have to, either. He liked her in his home, but he had to find out the truth. Leya had to retake the test. “A rumor floats in Cidéra that you aren’t a Chosen.”
“What?”
“I don’t know how it got out,” he said, frowning. “My people live on the hope that you are one, and I refuse to see that light die. No one knows the truth except for Thiorr and us. And I’ve known him since childhood. I trust Thiorr with my life.”
She chewed her lip. “You think someone was spying on us last night? We did speak about it.”
“Indeed.” His jaw hardened. “Magic can be wielded even from a distance to eavesdrop, if one is determined enough.”
She slowly nodded, eyes dark with worry. “Do you think it’s the lord’s family from the river incident?”
Or the council.But he didn’t say so, didn’t want to scare her. “Don’t worry, it’s been taken care of.” He loosened her hands gripping her dress, and his thumb gently traced the faint scars on the back of her hand and middle finger, likely acquired from her gardening. “You should wear gloves when you work.”
“I do, but sometimes they just get in the way.”
He frowned at a half-inch bisected, semicircle scar on her right hand between her index and thumb. “What caused this?”
She glanced at the mark he outlined with a fingertip and shrugged. “Oh, that injury happened long ago. But then, being me, I hurt myself on the same spot when my garden shears slipped.”
His gaze shot to hers. “When?”
She frowned. “Hmm, two, three years ago.”
“No, the first one?”
“Oh. Over a decade ago. I remember because of the car crash. Of course, I didn’t leave it unscathed. Somehow, I hurt my hand. Don’t worry about it. With all my other scars, I barely notice it anymore.”
“A car crash?” He stilled. “What caused it?”
“I don’t know. I wasn’t paying attention.” Her brow furrowed as her eyes searched his. “We didn’t remain after the accident. My sister was sick and in the hospital. My mother was beside herself to get to her. When the cab driver got out to go help the victims, she took me and rushed off…”
