“Gods, you’re so big.” Her fingers circled faster over her clit. “I love your cock. Your monster fucking cock. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop. I—Fuck, yes, right there. Rightthere!”
He did laugh then. A bubbling, joyous sound as he ran the tip of said monstrous cock across that spot just inside her entrance.
“Oh shit,Cael, I’m gonna come. You’re gonna make me?—”
He replaced her fingers with his own at her clit, then bent over and captured her wail with his mouth as she shattered. Her cunt squeezed him so tight, pulsed so fast, that he couldn’t stop his own climax. He growled against her lips as he came harder than he ever had in his entire fucking life.
Just as his hips stilled and he finished spilling himself, the table let out a final groan of protest and disintegrated beneath them.
Xenia yelped, and Cael was quick enough to get one hand behind her head and to brace himself with the other before they crashed to the floor.
She clung to his neck, her uproarious giggles a balm to his soul.
This bright, sunny, sassy little human—with a mouth even filthier than his own—washis.
He eased out of her, then rolled over, arranging her atop his chest. He pushed sweaty curls off her face, kissed her rose-tinted cheeks and the tip of her nose, laughing right along with her.
Xenia caught her breath, and her eyes widened. “Leonard’s gonna be so pissed at us.”
Cael chuckled, running his knuckles down her cheek. “I think Leonard would agree that the table’s sacrifice was well worth it.” He saluted the broken shards beneath them. “Thank you for your service, friend. Thanks for holding out until she came.”
Xenia cackled, then rested her chin on his chest, looking at him in a way that made his insides glow.
Like he was the brightest star shining in her sky.
“You’re agod. That was incredible.”
“I know,” he said. She smacked him playfully, then nuzzled in and closed her eyes. “Should we get out of the pile of broken table?”
Xenia shook her head. “Not yet. Just let me stay here a moment and savor this.”
He closed his own eyes and dipped his head back, profoundly content. Whatever Xenia wanted, he would give to her. For the rest of her life.
A small pang seized his chest as he remembered she was human. That her years on Ethyrios would be far less than his own.
But he let the thought rise, acknowledged it, and let it go.
I am in control of my happiness and my destiny.
And with Xenia here in his arms, safe and exhausted and sated andhis, he knew it was true.
CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
On the night of Mireille’s performance at World’s End, Cassandra peered out of the dark alley across from the tavern, searching for snow white hair beneath the gold-and-black striped awning.
“Wormwood show up yet?” Tristan’s rumbled from the shadows behind her.
“Not yet,” she said, tucking herself back beneath his camouflaging feathers.
The group had hashed out the minutiae of their plan this morning, just moments after Tristan had lazily woken Cassandra with his hands, mouth, and cock. Ronin had been glaring from the dining table when they’d emerged from her bedroom glowing and flushed.
“What?” she’d asked. “We were quiet.”
“Not quiet enough,” Ronin had grumbled into his tea. Behind his head, Mireille had winked, mouthingdetails laterbefore handing Cassandra a plate of hard-boiled eggs, sliced melon, and toast.
The plan tonight was for Cassandra and Tristan to hide across from the entrance while Ronin waited for Wormwood to arrive. Once he did, Tristan would Ghostwalk himself and Cassinto the tavern behind Ronin, then slink back to the private room where Mireille intended to lure the Koenig. And as soon as Mireille had knocked Aedelmar out, Cassandra would begin her hunt through his memories, and Tristan would head to Wormwood’s office to review the ledgers.
The plan had become more complex and the stakes higher, but also remarkably easier since Tristan and his camouflaging wings had appeared in Tartarus.
