He nudged her entrance with his tip, and the most pathetic sound escaped her.
“Ah, so it is.” He laughed, but it was dark and arrogant. His mirthless chuckle sent a spear of longing straight through her, leaving her throbbing with need. “You want me to fill you, to push so deeply into your tight fucking cunt that you become delirious?”
“Stars, yes,” she cried, lifting her hips in a silent plea.
“Very well, Starweaver.” He adjusted his angle, gliding his head up and down her slick entrance. “But this time I want you to watch. I want you to see how well you take me, how perfectly you were made for me.”
Caelian nodded, glancing down, watching as he surged forward. Kjeld shoved his full length inside her on one hardthrust, stretching her wide, and she grasped at the blanket beneath her for purchase. With one leg tossed over his shoulder, she swore he went deeper than ever before. Swore he was going to make her come undone without even moving. She clenched as he filled her to the hilt, thinking for the briefest moment that she could die with him buried inside her and she would be happy.
“Look at you.” Kjeld grunted, pulling out and then pushing back in. “Taking every inch like a good girl.”
His praise was an aphrodisiac. A sinful temptation.
She continued to stare at where they were joined, mesmerized by how easily he slid in and out of her. He shifted slightly, forcing himself deeper, and her body spasmed, tightening around him on the next thrust. Her muscles contracted and her vision blurred. Pleasure exploded at her center. Violent and turbulent. Dragging her closer, but that peak of ecstasy remained just out of reach. Unable to keep up, she let the sand cushion her head as she fell back.
“Fuck, Cae.” He tossed her other leg over his shoulder and rose to his knees. Grabbing her thighs, he rocked his hips faster, driving into her. “Someone’s coming.”
“What?”
Panic collided with the knot of lust building inside her, heightening her senses.
Kjeld leaned over her, so her knees were almost near her head. But he didn’t slow down. “You’re so close, aren’t you, Starweaver? I can feel it in the fluttering of your pulse. In the way you squeeze and writhe like you can’t live without me.” His whispers were hoarse, his breath hot on her cheek.
Caelian clutched his shoulders, her nails piercing into his skin. “I can’t live without you.”
“Then come for me.” He speared into her, his shaft swelling, filling her so full she couldn’t think clearly. “Otherwise we’regoing to get caught, and I have no plans on stopping until you come all over me.”
She bit her lip, and the metallic tang of blood coated her tongue.
“You’re bleeding,” Kjeld growled, and before she could respond, his mouth was on hers, swallowing her moans as the first wave of release crashed into her.
“I wish I could leave this place and travel somewhere new.”
It was Lira’s voice, clear and calm and pinned on hopeful dreams, that entered her mind.
Caelian broke their kiss, sucking in a harsh breath of air as her magic bloomed, pumping through her veins, intensifying her orgasm. She felt the surge of pleasure everywhere. Every inch of her was bright and glowing, tingling with the rush of satisfaction. Kjeld muttered an indistinct swear, and his hips jerked forward one final time as he emptied himself inside her.
A wishing star formed in Caelian’s palm, and she let it go, granting Lira’s wish, while she basked in an aura of pure ecstasy.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Kjeld was stretched out in bed with Caelian curled into his side when a crackling sound jarred him from sleep.
His eyes flew open, but his body remained perfectly still. Unmoving.
He slowed his breathing, calmed the entwined beating of his and Caelian’s hearts, and listened.
Outside the stained glass window of their room, the rosy hue of dawn was slowly slinking across the sky. There was no pattering of rainfall, no voices from the first stirrings of early-rising Druids setting up their carts for the market. Even the Eldergrove was mostly hushed with the quiet of sleep, save for those who served to guard and protect.
On the bedside table beside him,Kaldflamrested.
Kjeld waited.
The crackling noise occurred again, accompanied by the faintest purr and whine.
The dragons.
Shoving a hand through his hair, he slipped from the bed and pulled on a pair of pants. He padded toward the nest of blankets, where wavering candlelight flickered and spat. Crouching low,he inspected the three eggs. As suspected, one of the onyx ones, presumably a male, cracked first. Bits of hard shell broke away as a small set of claws broke through, accompanied by a snout and a pair of intense yellow eyes that latched onto him.
