And still, Oberon doesn’t move away. If anything, he shifts closer behind me as we walk, his chest brushing my back for a fleeting second before his hand slides from mine to my arm. His fingers trail slowly down it. Not accidental. Not light. Intentional.
My breath stutters.
“Do you know how much I want you?” he murmurs, his voice barely more than a breath against my ear.
Heat floods my face. I don’t. I don’t know what to do with that.
The energy between us is different today, charged in a way that makes my heart race. They’re all close, their touches lingering, their words edged with something deeper.
It’s overwhelming.
And intoxicating.
Ashton plucks another berry, holding it up to my lips. “Taste it, it’s an Emberberry,” he urges, his voice softer now.
I hesitate, then lean forward, letting him feed it to me. His fingers brush my lips as I take it, lingering just a second too long.The sweetness bursts across my tongue, sharp and bright, and I gasp softly.
“Delicious,” I say, though my voice comes out thinner than I expect.
Oberon watches the exchange, something tightening in his expression. Not anger. Something hotter and sharper.
When we stop near a patch of wild vegetables, he steps in again, closer than before, his presence overwhelming in the confined space.
“You’re driving me crazy,” he mutters, the words rough, strained.
My heart pounds.
I turn slightly toward him, unsure, caught somewhere between curiosity and something I don’t have a name for yet. Before I can say anything, his hand closes around my wrist. Firm and decisive.
“I can’t wait any longer,” he says, low and final.
And then he’s pulling me with him. Out of the garden. Ashton lets out a low, knowing laugh but doesn’t follow. Cassius and Sylvian exchange a glance, something unspoken passing between them. But they let us go.
He drags me down the hall like we’re being chased, but I don’t laugh. I know what he wants, because I want it too. I want to touch him. Taste him. Have him inside of me.
We enter my bedroom without a word. The moment the door closes behind us, he’s on me. His hands are everywhere, sliding up my sides, tangling in my hair. He kisses me with a ferocity that steals my breath, pressing me against the cold stone wall.
My hands find his shoulders, clutching at him as if he’s the only solid thing in a world spinning too fast. His kiss is demanding, a hunger that feels all-consuming, yet beneath it all, there’s a tenderness that tugs at my heartstrings.
“You drive me crazy,” he mutters against my lips, his voice thick with desperation.
I don’t have time to respond before his mouth is on mine again, and words feel unnecessary anyway. The storm outside is nothing compared to the one building between us. His movements are overwhelming, possessive.
He undoes his pants. My hands move down and wrap around him.
“Fuck!” he shouts, pounding his fist against the stone. His eyes are ablaze as he looks down at me. “I want your lips around me.”
My lungs seize around a startled breath. “My lips?”
He leans closer, his eyes darkening. “I want you on your knees. I want you with your mouth sucking my cock. I want you to taste like me all day. Every time you kiss me, I want to taste myself.”
I swallow. Hard.
The others were right. Oberon isn’t gentle. Isn’t slow. But somehow, he turns me on. He makes me feel wet and hot all at the same time.
Dropping to my knees, I stare at the sheer size of the man in front of me. There’s no way his length is going to fit inside me, but I know I’m going to try.
I flick my tongue out, lapping at his tip. He bangs his hand against the wall again, which I take as a good sign. Then, I lean forward and take just his tip inside my mouth and suck. His hand comes to curl around my head, and he rocks into me. Deeper and deeper.
