Is this okay?he asked, pausing before he did something he couldn’t take back.
Yes, she cried out as the coolness of his magic tweaked her breasts, her back arching off the bed.
Fuck.Westley choked on the word, heat scorching his body.
More, she demanded, and he laughed roughly at her orders.
As you wish, General.
Her hand moved to tease her clit, and he was there with her, his magic, his pleasure mixing with hers as he sent his phantom hand to palm her, sliding one finger in. He moaned like he could actually feel her tight warmth on his fingers.
There were no words between them as they worked together towards her climax. Solveig sent her own magic into him, sending an image of her hand reaching into his pants, but he mentally gripped it before she reached him.
I want your real hand or nothing at all, he hissed, his cock twitching in displeasure.
What about my mouth?
No.He blocked the image she sent of her sliding her tongue down his chest.
Not even my—
A vision of her on top of him, her legs straddling him as she lowered herself ...
Gods, Solveig.He blocked her again, rolling his eyes as the sound of her laughter filled his mind, nearly crumbling his resolve. Instead, he quickened his movements, turning her laugh into a moan as he added another phantom finger of magic, curling inside her.
He hit that sweet spot as she cried out, increasing her own pace as she moved her hand to match his inside of her, her palm on her clit, her fingers working inside her pussy.
That’s it, General, he said, encouraging her pace, feeding her lust.Take what you need from me.
The vision of her coming undone nearly wrecked his self-control, but he powered through, resisting the urge to grip his cock, to let her magic caress him. He focused on her, on her movements, her needs.
He sent his magic over her clit and a graze of his teeth across her nipple. Solveig clenched around her fingers, around his magic, crying out as she reached her climax. Her moans of pleasure pounded in his ears as he helped her ride through the wave that almost took him over with her.
She let her movements slow as she came down from her high, and his magic shifted to soothing motions, calming her body as he sent the image of him curling around her, holding her close. She sank into him, her body loose with her release as her breathing became unhurried and even.
Sleep, Solveig, he whispered into her mind. The last thing he felt from her before she drifted into sleep was the whisper of a wish that matched his own.
The wish for this to be real.
Solveigwokefromadreamless sleep, her body languid. The tumultuous emotions she’d allowed to overwhelm her last night had turned from a violent storm to a clear sky as the sun rose over the horizon. She quietly made her way out of the palace, towards the ocean shore of the Elven lands.
It was not the beaches of Asgard, but it would do. The sun graced the morning with its sleepy presence. It was going to be a stifling autumn day, a heat wave rolling through Alfheim. Early clouds of fog danced along the glass-like surface.
The peace she’d felt began to dissipate at the thought of her upcoming day and what she would have to do. Though her very being recoiled at the idea, last night couldn’t happen again. She’d been weak and depleted and had not thought through the consequences.
Her feelings for the prince swept over and around her, swirling to soak up the crackling magic in her heart. Solveig closed her eyes and inhaled as a flicker of an otherworldly presence fortified her soul.
It was different from the prince’s cool magic, coming from a place deep within her she had long since forgotten.
She snapped her eyes open to watch the fog as it gathered and rose to meet the warming sun. The day had begun.
Reluctantly, Solveig pulled herself to her feet and walked back to the palace. Her leathers had been washed and were laid on the bed for her. Going through the motions of getting dressed steadied her and allowed her to relish in her replenished magic. She worked to break the last of the binds that blocked her full power.
She was close, she could feel it.
Vali’s challenge was first this morning, with Steffen waiting in the wings for his turn in the afternoon.
The theatre was even more packed than it had been the past three days. Everyone had come to see one of their princes claim the right to Solveig’s hand in marriage.
