Unstoppable (Their Shifter Academy #6) - May Dawson Page 0,15
His tongue pulsed inside my channel. I let out a moan, but Silas captured it with his mouth. He slid his hand across my stomach, then up under my shirt, palming my breast through my bra.
Then Silas found my nipple, teasing it and rolling it with his thumb, and the combined sensations made my knees buckle. Silas smiled against my mouth, but Jensen seemed to take it as a competition, and he redoubled his efforts. His tongue pressed against my g-spot over and over, teasing against it while his mouth sucked on my clit, and I couldn’t help more than a moan. I tossed my head back and forth, my hair flying.
These men were going to be the death of me in the best of ways.
I couldn’t stop from crying out as I came. Silas’s fingers tightened on my throat in a way that just pushed me even further over the edge. The bright clean lights of the bathroom seemed to glow around me as I shattered, my thighs trembling, Silas bearing my weight.
Waves of pleasure washed through me as Jensen smiled up at me with his eyes crinking at the edges, his mouth still wrapped around my clit. Silas lowered his head to kiss my throat, finding the spot he knew so well that always made me smile.
I ran my hands through their hair as I said, “That was nice.”
Jensen wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he straightened. “Nice, huh? Just nice?”
I caught his shoulder with one hand and pulled him toward me. He bowed his head to kiss me—he was so much taller that it seemed like an effort—and his lips pressed mine. I teased the tip of my tongue along the seam between his lips and his mouth parted for me; as our tongues danced together, I tasted the smoky flavor of myself.
“She’s hard to impress,” Silas said, sweeping my hair over my shoulder with one hand so he could continue kissing my neck.
“We’ll have to redouble our efforts,” Jensen said.
If I didn’t die in the Greyworld, my future was going to be very, very good.
Chapter Seven
Tyson
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We buried the High Delphin.
It was raining, a constant drizzle that beat steadily at our clothes. The skies were gray overhead, the clouds low and oppressive, and fog blurred the spaces between the vast, ancient trees. The weather seemed to swallow up the words we all intoned as the Delphin was laid to rest.
Her daughter, Fenig, was calm and cold, but her eyes were shadowed. She led the procession back through the forest and toward the keep.
I didn’t even think to shield myself from the elements until Raura rested her hand on my shoulder. I startled for a second—it was unpleasant to have a female who wasn’t Maddie touching me—then I felt her magic sinking through my wet clothes. Suddenly I was dry and comfortable again.
Before I could thank you, she murmured, “Use your magic, Fae king. You’re making us royals look shabby.”
For a second, she actually made me feel awkward. Then I quirked an eyebrow at her. The discomfort that I’d felt a second before already seemed ridiculous; Raura felt like the bratty younger cousin….which she was. It was easy to believe we were family.
“Do you want to tell me how to do that?” I asked.
“Doesn’t everything come naturally to you?” she asked, her voice lightly mocking. “You could stop the rain itself if you so chose.”
I glanced up at the sky; the thought of trying to change anything about those heavy-laden clouds seemed insane. “That seems like a bad idea. You might not have butterflies in the Fae world, but there’s still a butterfly effect.”
She just stared at me. “I never know what you’re talking about.”
She tucked her hand over my arm, and her magic sprang up around us both, shielding us from the rain.
Arlen headed through the rain toward us, his head down against the driving wind, his dark hair tossed by the breeze. When he looked up, the expression written across his angular face was grim.
“News from Faer,” he began.
“Can a girl get a cup of hot tea before she has to discuss that whole mess?” she asked lightly.
“I’m trying to talk to him. The king,” Arlen said gruffly, looking past her to me.
Raura dropped her hand from my arm. “Arlen, you are always a treat.”
“We all know I need Raura,” I said, determined to break the tension that suddenly hung in the air. “And you, Arlen.”