Fires of War (War and Deceit #4) - Erin O'Kane Page 0,130

I ride out the waves of pleasure.

When he finally lets go of my hands and smiles cockily at me, I grab him by the lapels of his shirt and pull him to me with a strength that surprises us both. Spinning us around, I slam him against the tree as I rip open his shirt, marvelling at his warrior’s body. There’s an expression of wicked delight on his face, but I don’t hesitate long before I’m pouncing on him, kissing and biting his lower lip. Growling into my mouth, he reciprocates and pulls the remainder of my dress off, throwing it to the ground like it burned him. My hands roam his body, my nails dragging down his skin as I make my way to his trousers and the erection that’s pressing against my hip. When I get the chance to do this again, I want to explore his body properly and kiss each scar to remind him I find all of him beautiful, but right now, we don’t have time for that.

That desperate need to make him mine rides me, and I can’t wait for the moment we can finally be joined. I push his trousers and underwear down, and his erection springs free, his head falling back with a throaty male groan. Palming his cock, I bite my lip at the velvety hardness, watching as the tip glistens with pre-cum as I give it a few gentle strokes.

“I want to taste you.” I’m on my knees before I finish speaking.

“Clarissa—” Whatever he was going to say is cut off by a string of elvish through gritted teeth as I lick the end of his cock, the salty taste of him exploding on my tongue. Taking him deeper into my mouth, I bob my head as I suck, trailing my tongue along the underside of his length. His hand threads through my hair, but he’s gentle, letting me set the pace.

I find a rhythm, enjoying his noises of pleasure, when his arms come down and scoop me up, his hands cupping my ass as my legs automatically wrap around his waist. He spins, and once again, I find myself pinned against the tree. Bracing one hand on the trunk next to my head, he reaches between us and lines up his cock with my entrance, using my arousal to coat himself. Slowly, he sinks inside me, and both of us groan in bliss. Inch by glorious inch, he keeps going until he reaches the hilt, pressing his forehead against mine. Unlocking my hands from around his neck, I cup his face, pulling it away from mine so I can see him properly as I wait for him to open his eyes. When he does, his eyes are shining with unspoken emotion, but he doesn’t have to say anything, because I know how he’s feeling—I can feel it. Tangling my fingers through his hair, I find his ears and trace the pointed tips, grinning as his eyes narrow.

Surging forward, he kisses me with abandon, his hips rolling as he thrusts into me. I gasp into his mouth, holding on for dear life, digging my nails into his back to urge him on. He does exactly that, our breaths and gasps mingling together in the forest, the distant sounds of the camp in the background. I’m worried about my back causing issues, but although Eldrin pounds into me, he cradles my body so gently, creating the perfect contrast.

My orgasm catches me by surprise, the blinding bliss making my head fall back as I feel the prick of his incisors against my neck in a traditional fae mating. My fae side rises within me, feeling the need to complete the bond, so I lift my head and bite down on his neck, making him jerk and groan loudly. He comes then, my pussy squeezing his cock, wringing him of every ounce of pleasure.

We hold each other, enjoying the aftershocks, my head on his shoulder as I gently stroke his back. “Can you feel that?” Just below where my bonds sit is something new, and I know that something is Eldrin. I don’t understand what it means, or how we’ve created a bond. It shouldn’t be possible, yet somehow, it is.

“Yes.” I hear the smile in his voice, and when he pulls back, his face is practically glowing. “You are the other half of my soul.” Our next kiss is slow and passionate, like we have all the time in the world. I’m