Ash is still shaking in Finnian’s lap, boneless, wrecked, magic spiraling lazy gold patterns across the water’s surface. Steam rises around them in curls that catch the purple twilight. Her eyes are that endless green now, no whites, no human mask. Just the forest staring back at me.
She’s a gods damn vision.
And Finnian’s asking who gets to worship her next like it’s a scheduling question.
That’s the part no one talks about. Not the hunger, I’ve had that since the first time she threw me during sparring and looked embarrassed about it for exactly one second before she grinned.
Not the want. The specific torture of feeling her through the bond for a month. Secondhand. Like hearing a song through a wall. Close enough to know the melody. Too far to be the one playing it.
A month of that. And now she’s ours, and no one can take her from me ever again. No one.
Ash would disagree. I’ll deal with that later.
“Out of the water.” I give her a minute to move and when she doesn’t I demand, “Now.”
I step away from her, hoping like hell she gets up off of Finn’s lap and onto that grassy bank.
Her eyes widen, pupils swallowing them whole. She isn’t at all afraid of me and that’s what excites me the most. Any lover in the past, they feared my size. Well, not little Orion, everyone loved him. But me.
The predator.
No, Ash is the only one who looks at me with excitement.
I haul myself onto the rocks at the spring’s edge. Water streams off me. I don’t care that I’m fully hard. I can’t even help it. Watching her get off on Finn’s lap has me feeling like I popped on a cock ring and forgot about it.
She scrambles out of the water, her ass teasing me as water droplets drip off her skin. I follow a very specific droplet that drips right past the fold of her pussy.
“Lie down,” I grumble, knowing I’m about to put that vision away.
She raises an eyebrow. Even now, even wrecked and wanting, she’s got that mouth. “Bossy.”
“You have no idea.” I extend my hand. “Come here.”
She takes my hand.
I pull her onto the moss-covered bank. Wet skin on wet skin. Her hot skin scorches me and that is saying something. Her arousal permeates the air. Musky, sweet, and all I want is to taste her. To lick through her pussy and make her my favorite meal.
And she’s so strong. Crawling away from me in her new Fae form. Her true form. Perfect for us. In every way.
“If you think I’m ever letting you go then…” I start grabbing her ankle and pushing her back down so her ass rises and her pussy is on display for us..
She looks up at me. “I sure hope you never let me go.”
Then I kiss her ankle. I know it’s out of character for me, and she jerks. “What are you?—”
“Shh.” I press a kiss to the bone. Another, an inch higher. “I told you. I’ve been patient. Now I get to take my time.”
I kiss my way up her calf. Her knee. The soft inside of her thigh where her pulse jumps against my lips. She’s squirming already, trying to pull me higher, and I grip her hips and hold her still. Twitchy little thing.
“Orion.” Fuck, I love the sound of my name on her lips. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“Youknowwhat.”
“I want to hear you say it.” I want to hear every dirty filthy thing she wants out of me. “Tell me what you need.”
“I need your mouth on me.” She gives up dignity entirely. “I need you to stop teasing and?—”
