Fires of War (War and Deceit #4) - Erin O'Kane Page 0,30
him and his cock in his hand, lazily stroking it as he watches me with a smile. He holds his free hand out to me, and I crawl towards him. The way he watches me gives me a sense of confidence I wouldn’t have had otherwise. Being naked has always been uncomfortable for me, but right now, he makes me feel beautiful.
I straddle his hips and hover over his cock. Lowering myself so I can feel him pressing against my entrance, I pause as he brushes himself against me, using some of my own slick as lubricant. He clears his throat, and I lift my eyes to meet his, realising I’ve been transfixed while watching his cock. Smiling, he places his hand on my lower back and gently applies pressure, guiding me down as I impale myself on his cock. We groan in unison as I reach the hilt, feeling that glorious stretch which is almost too intense. Tor leans forward and presses soft, gentle kisses against my lips as I adjust to his size, my pussy clenching around him. Our kisses start to get more heated and our hands roam each other’s bodies as I begin to grind against his cock. I rock forward, feeling him harden even more inside me. My instincts take over my body as I bounce up and down on his cock, our hands and mouths everywhere as the pleasure builds. I can feel my second orgasm about to peak, and before I can stop myself, I lean forward and bite down on Tor’s neck as pleasure sweeps through my body, hitting him seconds after. The bond snaps into place at that exact moment, heightening our orgasms, sending us into a spiral as I clench tightly around his length, drawing out his pleasure.
I’m not sure how long we stay connected that way, wrapped around each other, our foreheads pressed together, chests heaving as we try to catch our breaths. At some point, I must have let go of his neck, and we fall onto our sides, our bodies still entwined. There is a mess between our thighs, and I’ve got that slight ache that comes after really great sex, but right now, I’m so focused on this new connection with Tor that I don’t care. There is a lot to deal with in the morning—the complication with my other mates, the looming threat of war, and my responsibilities—but all that can wait. Right now, I lie in silence, wrapped up in the arms of my new mate, communicating only by the raw feelings of our newly cemented bond.
“The bond chafing a bit, mountain man?” Naril chirps happily from the other side of the training ring, a large grin on his face as he watches Tor pacing the edge of the pit. Tor doesn’t reply, at least not verbally, instead picking up a rock from the ground and throwing it at the elf. Laughing, Naril easily dodges it, but I know if Tor actually wanted to hit the elf, he would have. I’ve seen him in training, and his aim is lethal.
“Naril, not helpful.” Through gritted teeth, I try to break free of the hold I’m currently in. My arms are pinned to my sides as I struggle to stay upright, and I have to admit, it’s not looking great.
After I left Tor’s tent this morning with three fully formed bonds in my chest, it’s been more difficult to manage them, especially considering my mates all have large personalities. Tor has been more protective and possessive, which I know is a side effect right after completing the bond, but I think he must be channelling my fae side through our connection.
Right now, although I’m safe, he’s struggling to watch me train, acting more like Vaeril and Eldrin, who seem to be on their best behaviour today. I understand why I need to train and get stronger, but unfortunately, I seem to have become somewhat of a celebrity, and what seems like half of the tribespeople have turned up to view me train. I’m not sure what they’re expecting to see me do, but right now, I’m probably not living up to their expectations. Vaeril and Tor, now I can understand why they are here. I can even understand why Naril is here, looking for any opportunity to watch me embarrass myself. I am surprised Eldrin is still here though. After I failed to break out of the first few holds, I thought he would have stormed