Page 134 of Blood of the Fairest

My hand returns between her legs. Tangling my other hand into her hair, I turn her head more roughly than I ought to so I can resume our passionate kiss—but she likes my impatience, arching so her backside presses against the throbbing cock in my trousers.

Unable to rein in my hunger, I plunge two fingers into Verena. The tight heat of her feminine perfection and her gasp at the intrusion make me growl.

"Fuck," Eris breathes as if pained. "She is dripping."

I am certain he is taking out his enjoyment of this view on his cock, but like the rest of the world, he barely exists to me.

All that exists in this moment is Verena, moaning into my mouth as I fuck her with my fingers. She continues to writhe against me, further tormenting my hardness.

When she breaks away from the kiss to catch her breath, I rake my teeth down her neck, struggling not to grow too rough with her.

“You bewitch me, vantaði.”

"What does—oh, god," she groans, dropping her head back against my shoulder when I pull my fingers out to drag more of her dripping honey against her swollen bud. "W-what does that nickname mean again?"

"It means that which was missing from me," I whisper against the side of her throat.

It means she is the very reason the elders of my clan sent me to search for answers beyond Nordhjem.

And it means she is in my very soul, just as I saw in the broken mirror in the queen's journal room.

When I again shove my fingers back into Verena's snugness, adding a third finger, she cries out in pleasure.

"Cover her mouth," Eris rasps from wherever I cannot see him. "Her sweet sounds are for us, not the coachmen."

He is right. If they overhear her pleasure despite the clopping of hooves outside, they will undoubtedly picture her in this state, meaning I would have to kill them.

Verena wouldn't like that, so I move my free hand to cover her mouth.

She enjoys me silencing her this way, too. Her muffled moan makes me swear in Hjemic, grinding my own need against her backside as I continue to finger her roughly.

When I feel her nearing her peak, whimpering against my hand and clutching at my arm, I withdraw my wet fingers to swiftly pinch and rub her bud⁠—

And her release is immediate, moisture gushing around my hand. Her muffled cry and the slight shake of her spread legs make me swear again, sucking on her neck as I bask in her pleasure.

This is what I desire. To make Verena come undone until she no longer cares what world she is in, so long as she has the feverish pleasure I give her.

"Crones. Make her do that again," Eris pleads in a pained voice, as if he has not found his own release. "I need to see it again."

I still cannot see him, but Verena has quit trembling through her release and is now slack on my lap, her head resting back against my shoulder. Her breathing is still fast against my hand.

While she recovers, I raise my hand from between her legs so I can lick her desire clean from my fingers, relishing the feminine taste of her. She sees it in the reflection across from us and groans softly again, still muffled by my hand.

Her flavor makes me ravenous.

Though I am far from done, I must first check that she wants more pleasure or if her cunt is too sensitive from my rough handling.

Yet as I start to remove my hand from her mouth so she can speak, Verena bites it.

The instant her fangs pierce my palm, I choke and drop my head back against the carriage wall. My cock throbs in my trousers as the desire already tormenting me spikes into an unbearable intensity.

Matron on high.

But Verena releases my hand at once, before she can truly draw blood from it.

"Shit. Goddamn it, I'm so sorry," she rushes to say, attempting to get off my lap. My arms immediately bind her to me as my tormented body rebels at the thought of distance between us. "I didn't mean to bite you. I have no fucking idea why I just did that."

"The fever," Eris manages, still sounding winded from the erotic show. "It may be difficult to tell the difference between thirst and arousal."