he was suddenly seated between my folds. He groaned, dragging his lips from mine down to my chin and neck. I lifted my chin, making room for him, encouraging him to nip and suck and taste.
I wanted to touch him too, but with my hands held, he was telling me without words to just feel.
He shifted, nestling the head of his cock at my entrance.
“Flynn.” I arched my back, attempting to push him inside me, but he backed off, instead moving down my body. He released my hands, nuzzling between my breasts before licking his way to one. His lips were warm, gliding over my skin. He sucked my nipple into his mouth, drew hard, and I threaded my fingers into his hair, keeping him in place.
And he still held himself right there, right where I wanted, but not deep enough. Not inside me yet.
Leaving my breast, he moved farther down my body. I groaned aloud as he replaced his cock with his fingers.
“Flynn!” He was such a tease. He was driving me insane.
His chuckle blew warm air over my stomach as he kept moving. Slippery fingers pulled out of me and spread me wide as his mouth latched onto my clit. He circled me, his tongue making hard, tight circles that had me crying out and rocking against his face.
I’m going to…
Come. His command echoed through my mind, and I exploded. Heat and pleasure flowed through me, like a flower unfurling. I shuddered and shook, but he wasn’t done.
He moved up my body, body glistening, muscles flexing, and slid inside me.
There. It was perfect. Flynn, his eyes glittering, staring down at me as he finally moved. My muscles clenched around him, clamping down as if to keep him from withdrawing.
“Damnit, Gen.” He withdrew and pushed in. “Let me in.”
I had. I’d let him in my heart, and now I wanted him in my body.
We moved like waves over each other, skimming, brushing, drifting, languid at first and then frantic. Now, we were the storm and crashed against each other.
He curled over me, thrust hard, held himself deep and jetted inside me. Warmth poured into me as I surged against him, my own release drowning me.
Breathless, he held me through each aftershock and quiver. I kissed his neck and dug my fingers along the muscles in his back as I dragged oxygen into my lungs.
“Love you.” His words were separated by breaths and I smiled, hugging him close.
“I love you so much.”
My throat hurt.
I woke up, swallowing over and over against the tightness when it hit me.
Inside me, a lament bubbled up. No.
The tournament was tomorrow—it couldn’t be a coincidence.
Not Killian. The thought came to me right before I was dragged out of my body to only become a voice. Please, not Killian. Why did I have this power if I couldn’t do anything to stop the deaths I announced?
Not Killian. Not Killian. Not…
Ronan
“We need to talk.”
I continued to sharpen my knife, not bothering to look up at Flynn, who had burst into my room like his tail was on fire. “So kind of you to knock.”
“This is serious. Imogen lamented last night.”
Now, he had my attention. I took my time placing the knife on the table as my thoughts tumbled and whirred. Killian. It had to be what we were both thinking. Yet, I refused to believe it. The tournament was starting today, and any number of competitors could die. There was no reason to assume her lament had been for Killian.
Still...if I knew my older brother, he would believe it was intended for him. And we couldn’t have that.
“We can’t tell Killian,” I said definitively.
Flynn’s jaw ticked. “Are you sure? He’ll be angry if he finds out we kept it from him.”
“Angry is better than dead.”
“But if the lament was for—”
“No,” I interrupted. “We’re not going down that road. Killian will make it through today, as long as he doesn’t go into the trial assuming the worst.”
And, gods, I hoped I was right about that. Though he’d appeared to improve over the last few days, I didn’t trust that stroke of luck to continue.
This was all my fault. I should have discovered the culprit by now. I was his born protector, and I’d failed him. Just as I’d failed Father.
No.
I couldn’t allow myself to dwell on what I couldn’t change. Father was gone, but Killian was still here. And I would do everything in my power to keep it that way. For the kingdom. For Flynn and Imogen.