Bride of the Traitor (The Prophecy of Sisters #1) - Hayley Faiman Page 0,87
first light tomorrow,” he explains, his mouth so close to the shell of my ear that it startles me.
I wasn’t paying attention to anything, rather looking ahead at this huge mountain in the distance. The mountain is so dark gray that it is almost black with what looks like pink tips.
“I’ve never seen anything like that before,” I say, lifting my hand and pointing toward the mountain.
There’s a moment of silence before Elias speaks. “You do not have mountains in your world?” he asks, sounding confused.
Smiling, I look back to him, my eyes finding his as he dips his chin to look into my face. “We have them,” I say softly. “They are usually green or brown, in some areas they’re gray because they are rocky. But they look nothing like this, these are hauntingly beautiful.”
Elias hums, his eyes searching mine and he lifts his lips with a twitch. “You’re hauntingly gorgeous, sweeting,” he whispers, lifting his arm and cupping my breast. “I ache for you, my queen,” his voice rumbles.
Suddenly, my ass doesn’t hurt anymore, instead I ache for him too, painfully. My stomach clenches as I let out a whimper of pain. Sucking my lips between my teeth, the sensation of need overwhelms me to the point where my entire body hurts.
“Something is wrong,” I breathe.
Elias nods, his lips pressed into a flat straight line. I’m vaguely aware of him pulling back on the reins and shouting something out, but I can’t hear his words as blood roars in my ears. He dismounts before he roughly pulls me off of Storm.
Without a word, he throws me over his shoulder, like a sack of potatoes, and marches away from our group. The forest grows thicker with each step that he takes and I hear the roar of the river that cancels out the roar of the blood pounding in my ears before I’m finally sliding down his body and placed on my feet.
I’m not grounded for long, Elias picks me up by the backs of my thighs and presses me against the trunk of a tree, my legs instantly wrap around his waist. Reaching for my own skirts, as if I’m not in my right mind, I lift them up my legs as far as they’ll reach.
When I feel the head of his cock press against my center, my eyes find his black glittering ones and I give him a small smile. “Please, it hurts,” I whisper.
He leans forward with his lips touching mine before he drives himself inside of me to the root. “This pain, it is not just from the witch’s spell,” he murmurs against my lips.
I let out a sigh of relief as he stretches me. Slipping my tongue out, I taste his lips which emanates a growl from deep in his throat. His hands wrap around my waist, holding me at the same time his hips press my back against the tree.
“It’s something bigger, isn’t it?” I breathe, needing him to move.
He hums, pulling out and slamming back inside. I can feel the bark of the tree scrape my back and I know that it’s messing up my hair, but I don’t care. I need this more than he could imagine. I’m not going to be able to ride another mile until we’re both satisfied.
Elias’ pelvis grinds against mine, his mouth still touching mine, his eyes glittering more than I’ve ever seen before.
“It is the gods, Sybilla. The gods blessed this union, knowing that we are part of the prophecy. They bind us together with a need that is stronger than our own. A need that fills us from the inside out, a need that will result in something so much bigger than just us.”
Lifting my hand, I wrap my fingers around the base of his neck, squeezing and wanting to clarify that this need that is bigger, it’s love, but I don’t want to scare him off. He pulls out and plunges back inside of me, expertly.
I gasp, loving the way his warmth fills me, over and over. Loving him. Leaning back slightly, I want to watch his glittering eyes as he takes me. His jaw is clenched, his teeth grinding together as he concentrates on taking me, his nostrils flaring with each stroke of his cock.
“Take me, Elias. Own me,” I beg.
His lips touch mine in just a simple brush before he speaks. “I already do, sweeting. Before I ever laid eyes on you, I owned you.”