She closed her eyes as he slipped his fingers between her folds.God! He worked her like a maestro, plucking a slow, long chord on his favorite instrument.
“No, eyes on me, Leya.”
Her eyes flickered open, and her gaze lowered to his hand as he dragged his thumb over her achy core. She shuddered, caught in a web of impossible need.
“I have to tasteyou…”
He looked every bit the dangerous immortal, with his leather tie lost, and his gorgeous hair wild and free over his shoulders, framing his hard, beautiful face.
His eyes glittered as he bent over her and kissed her hip bone, blocking her view. He trailed open-mouthed kisses over her pelvis, and a shiver rushed through her. His fingers parted her flesh, and he licked her across her slit, rolling over her clit with the tip of his tongue.
Desperate for more, she squirmed, her legs sliding over his back. “Aerén—”
“This is all about pleasure,” he said huskily. “We have time.” He sucked one nether lip then the other, his thumb stroking her opening, dipping in as he tormented her with lips and tongue…
Her mind blanked, focused only on what that wicked mouth and those hands were doing. He eased a finger into her, and she stilled. He looked up, eyes a searing silver as he pumped into her. Sensation upon sensation rolled through her, and she arched her body.
God, she was so close.
He gripped her hips and suckled her clit harder—
“Aerén!”Her orgasm crashed through her, sending her flying into a place where nothing existed except for the man between her thighs, who blew her mind with such incredible pleasure…
Still gasping for air as she came back to herself, Leya met Aerén’s warm stare from his position between her thighs.
“Okay?” he asked.
Her hot face burned brighter than a flame. “Never better.”
He laughed, the sound causing her heart to trip. She slid her legs off his shoulders and pushed herself up. He dragged her to him, her breasts smashed against his warm, hard chest. He kissed her deeply, his rigid cock pressing into her belly.
Leya tasted herself in his mouth as she kissed him back. She slipped her hand between them and massaged his heated length, thumbing the precum on the head of his cock.
“Damn, Leya.” He grasped her hand and shook his head. “I want you so damn much, but later. We have company.”
“What?”
Chest heaving, he stepped back. His dick appeared painfully hard as he handed her the wet tunic, and she pulled it on quickly, but it kept sticking, not making it easy. He helped straighten the troublesome fabric, and it miraculously dried as he did so. Then he zipped up, his erection hidden.
He stood in front of her, giving her privacy as she looked around for her panties. Dammit, she hoped they hadn’t fallen into the water and floated away.Ugh.
Two figures emerged from the trees as Aerén helped her off the boulder. The blond enforcer, Drav’n, and the mage, Zior.
“What is it?” Aerén asked, picking up his discarded shirt, then helping her across the slippery rocks to the bank.
Zior glided closer, his gray cloak swishing around his ankles. Drav’n stood back and waited. Both didn’t seem surprised at finding her disheveled in the middle of a stream or that Aerén was without his shirt.
Oh, shit…A thought struck her with the power of a sledgehammer.
Did Aerén use this place as his love nest?
A twinge of jealousy squeezed her belly.
“Sire, the castle is warded, but I must speak with Lady Leyathi.”
“What is it? What did you find?” With her free hand, she gripped her tunic with trembling fingers.
“It’s hard to get a proper reading,” he told her. “Whoever this apparition is, was powerful in his last life. I need to ascertain no harm was done when he accosted you.”
