as much as I did had it not been for his involving Cress. Whatever he had planned, it was no good, I knew that. His anger at me for forsaking the Midnight Court had caused this and therefore, I had caused this. But Tyr was smart enough to know that in taking Cress, he had earned himself no reprieve. There would be repercussions. We would come for her.
Pulling my hand away from the door, I stared down at my bruised and bleeding knuckles even as my magic worked to heal the minor damage. A heavy breath left me and I headed for the stairs, tipping my head back as my garden came into view. The very garden where I’d first lain her down and made love to her. Halfway into the garden area, my legs gave out and I crashed to the floor. Exhaustion hit me, seeping into my bones. When my hand came out to steady my weary frame, I realized that as much as my magic was trying to close the wounds—I was depleted.
I needed to replenish my magic’s source. I needed to fuck.
But there were no women to have. No other could make me even hard enough to get the job done save for one and she was far from my grasp. My fingers clenched and scraped against the floor as I turned and laid back. No, this was a solo job. Was it as good as sharing my magical energy with another? Of course not. But it was better than nothing.
I brought up the memory of the two of us together, on that first night. My lips twitched as I recalled her nervousness. The shimmer of her sunshine hair around her shoulders as she had looked up at me with such fascination. Such a funny little creature, our Changeling. Who would have known she would come to mean so much to each of us?
My hands slipped to the waistband of my pants. I pushed them down and out of the way, raising my hips to aid the process along. I remembered the feel of Cress’s soft skin against mine as she had sat astride me, grinding her pussy against my cock.
I palmed myself, gripping my shaft and slowly working my hand up and down as I let my memories and imagination run free.
My hands touched her thighs, slowly tracing upward as I held her in place for my cock to push against her folds. I could feel her heat through her clothing, and I wanted more. The soft fabric of her dress bunched in my hands and I pulled, tearing it away from her form, revealing her to me.
"You ruined another dress! This is why I wear pants. Less likely to get them torn off," she said with a huff. The smile at the end let me know she didn't really mind though.
"Maybe I'll have to start tearing your pants off you, as well, then." I grinned as the top of the dress fell away. Roan and Sorrell were there with us. Their mouths descended on each side of her neck and her head fell back in pleasure as a groan escaped her perfect lips.
I pushed up onto my elbows and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue and grazing it with my teeth until it was as hard as stone under my lips, then I did the same thing to the other. Her hips began to buck and grind against me and her breathing sped until I knew she was already on the edge of her first orgasm.
When I pulled away she whimpered at the loss of my touch which only made my cock throb harder. I slid my hands under her hips and lifted her slightly until the head of my cock pressed against the wet heat of her folds. I eased myself into her inch by inch and relished the hot, vice-like grip her pussy had on my cock.
Her moan as I filled her almost made me lose it right then and there, like it always did. I had to sit still for a moment, even with her squirming on top of me, as my throne brothers teased her. Finally, the tight sensation I felt right before I came passed and I ground my hips up against her, making her release a throaty moan.
I began to move against her, thrusting up into her heated core with ever increasing speed until the sound of skin smacking against skin