Taveon dragged a thumb across her swollen nipple. She cried out, arching toward him. He was back on her in an instant, lifting her leg to hook it around his waist. With a shudder, he leaned into her. His hard length slipped between her wetness.
With one thrust, he buried himself inside of her. She moaned, squeezing his shoulders as a shudder of sheer pleasure shook her entire body.
“Fuck,” he growled, dropping his head against her neck and dragging his mouth along her heated skin. “You feel incredible, Bree.”
Taveon eased back and then thrust inside of her once more, slamming her back into the stone wall. Desire dripped down her legs. Groaning, he slid his hand between them and flicked his finger against her core. Tremors engulfed her, driving away any lingering thoughts of war.
Holding her tight to the wall, Taveon shuddered against her, his teeth grazing the skin at her neck, his lips tasting her. She moved against him, quickening the thrusts, desperate for more. His finger against her core was an anchor to her pleasure, tugging her closer and closer to the bottom, where she knew she would crash.
When he slammed into her with a growl, she could no longer hold on. An explosion of incredible light took her into the abyss. The earthquake shook her, rattling her from within, and Taveon’s roar that followed matched her every emotion. His pleasure rocked through her, following her own, the feeling amplified by their bond.
Taveon slid his hands into her hair and carried her over to the bed, where he gently laid her onto the pillows. He climbed in beside her and cradled her against his chest. She could feel everything he was feeling.
“I wish we had time to do that again,” he finally said after moments of silence. “Because now that I’ve touched you, I never want to stop.”
She snuggled against him and sighed. “Me too, Taveon.”
But he already knew that. He could feel it all. Unfortunately, there was no time left for them to steal.
Because that was when the horn blew.
22
BREE
Bree stood on the battlements, the taste of Taveon’s lips still lingering on her own, the wind whipping through her hair. In the distance, clouds of dust stormed toward them. The thunder of footsteps echoed through the silent castle as they waited for the enemy to approach. Overhead, the moon cast brilliant silver beams onto the stone, but for once, the sight of it made Bree uneasy.
It was too dark, too quiet. Just how the demons wanted it, she suspected.
Norah stepped up to her side, donned in full fighting leathers. She held a glittering sword in her hands, and there was a lift of her chin that was all defiance. “Have you seen them yet?”
Bree shook her head. “No, just those dust clouds. It won’t be long, however.”
“We need to find out how to join the realms together, Bree. We won’t live fighting them like this.”
“You’re right.” Bree’s heart thumped. “But how are we supposed to do that? We don’t have time to hunt for answers. They’ll be here any minute now.”
“Which is why you need to go and start searching for it now,” Norah announced. “Find out what you can before the castle falls.”
Bree turned toward her. Surely she hadn’t heard her right. “The army is going to attack this castle.Now, Norah. I can’t just run off on some wild goose chase.”
“It’s not a wild goose chase if it leads to our victory.”
“Norah.” Bree pressed her lips into a thin line. “I’m a Redcap. In my wolf form, I’m a great fighter.”
“I know you are, Bree. You’re incredible.”
“I sense a but coming.” Bree gave her a look. “I know you better than anyone, Norah, and that face right there is full of a but.”
Norah laughed. “Your face is a butt.”
Bree couldn’t stop the grin that curled her lips. She’d missed her friend dearly. The tumultuous fae realms had torn them apart, more than once. Every time they found each other again, it felt like nothing had changed. Norah was the queen of the fae. Bree was all sorts of things tossed in a blender and then heated at three hundred degrees. A Redcap, a light fae, and something else she didn’t quite understand. Something that came from Taveon. She was a bit of everything.
And yet, they were both still the same girls from back in New York. Even up here on the battlements of an ancient fae castle facing an army of demons from another realm. They had changed so much, but they also...hadn’t. Bree hoped they could hold on to that.
“There’s something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about,” Norah said as a cold wind rustled the hair around her shoulders. “When you came through the Faerie Ring, what did you do?”
Bree cocked her head. “What do you mean? I just walked through it.”
