Kardri began undulating against me, shoving pleasure into me and then throughout my entire body. His hands found mine and wove our fingers together.
“Tryst,” he whispered in my ear. “Tell me you're mine.”
“You first.” I pushed back on him until I was on my hands and knees, and he was bent over me. “Are we doing this, Kar? Just you and me?”
“Oh, we're doing this,” Kardri growled and straightened onto his knees. He grabbed my hips and began lazily sliding into me.
“Oh, fuck,” I groaned. “Yes.”
“I'm yours, Tristan,” Kar vowed as his hand went to my cock. “Tell me you're mine.”
“Of course, I'm fucking yours!” I looked at him over my shoulder. “Now take me before I come all over your bed.”
With a strange, rattling roar, Kardri started slamming savagely into me. How he managed to do it while continuing to jerk me off I'll never know. All I could do was brace myself and grin—ride that wave of pleasure up to its crest as the Leopard Lord rode me. Kardri Vangrarre had changed his spots after all. For me. That knowledge was almost as rapturous as the feel of his thick flesh inside me and his powerful hand working me expertly. It made me say something I'd never thought I'd say.
“Come inside me.”
“Tristan!” Kardri roared and did as I demanded.
The feel of that hot liquid rushing into me slammed me into my own orgasm, and I bucked back and forth between his cock and his hand as I spilled onto the blankets. We trembled together as we both came down from that high, then Kardri bent over me, held me tightly against his chest, and rolled us onto our sides, avoiding the mess I'd left and keeping his spent shaft inside me. I nestled back against him, careful to keep him inside me, loving the feel of him there even after our passion had been spent. Kar laid his face into the curve of my neck, wrapped his arms around me, and let out a long sigh of satisfaction.
I've never heard a more glorious sound.
Chapter Fifteen
As much as we wanted to laze in bed, screwing our brains out all night, duty called. One of the scouts Kardri had sent out returned and was waiting to give his report. So, we got dressed, casting hot looks at each other and stealing quick touches before we went into the main room of the tent. A Leopard faerie waited there, hands clasped behind his back and chin lifted.
“What did the Lynx Lord have to say?” Kardri asked as he stepped up to the soldier.
“Both the Lynx Lord and his valorian are safe, my lord,” the soldier reported. “He thanks you for the warning and offers one in return. We are not the only camp to have been attacked by fire that is not fire. Nearly every camp posted along the shore has been attacked. No one has survived being hit by the green flames, not even the smallest touch of it.”
“Has any camp fallen?” Kardri asked urgently.
“No, my lord. They have all prevailed, and the Farungal were driven back to Alantri.”
“Anything else? Any rumors about what the green fire is?”
“No, Leopard Lord. That was all I was told.”
“Thank you. Dismissed.” Kardri followed the scout out and instructed one of his knights to send for his officers.
“They're testing our defenses,” I said as he returned.
“Probably.” Kardri started to pace. “It wasn't about getting past us; they were gauging how we'd react to their new spells. I suspect that we have very little time before we're attacked again.”
“And the only way to put out the flames is with fire?” I asked.
“Either that or the burning item must be separated from everything else and left to burn.”
“No survivors,” I whispered.
“None but you.” The Leopard Lord stopped pacing to stare at me.
“Yes, but that's only because you shared your soul with me.”
“What did you experience, Tristan?” he demanded.
“When I was hit or when you saved my life?”
“Yes,” he said with a smirk.
I thought about it. As I tried to remember, several people entered the room, all of them officers but only a handful were human. General Liese started to speak, but Kardri stopped him with a lifted hand.
“The Valorian is attempting to recall his experience with the green fire,” Kardri explained. “Take a seat.”
The officers looked around at each other warily as they sat at the meeting table while the Leopard Lord and I continued to stand.
“It burned,” I said at last. “Worse than fire. It