Chapter 33 #2
“You weren’t planning on coming back alive.” Even as he spoke the words, he saw her resolve crumble. She laid her hand on top of his, her fingers hot against his icy skin.
“I’ve always known I might die in all of this. I’m willing to give my life for my people.”
Fox felt his chest go cold, but he kept his eyes on hers. “And I will protect you with my life, even if it’s just from yourself.”
“You shouldn’t—”
“My life, my captor.”
“Don’t,” she said. “Don’t promise that.”
“My life, my captor,” he said again. “There isn’t another option. I don’t have another future without you.”
Sofia’s face twisted as if she were in pain, her cheeks going pink. Her mouth opened as if to say something, but no sound came out.
The tears that had been burning in the back of his eyes gathered at the corners. She surged forward, pressing their lips together. Her mouth was hot, and he closed his eyes, sinking into her warmth and breathing her in.
She let out a small moan against his lips, and he was overcome with the want—the need—to touch her.
He grabbed her hips, pulling her down as his fingers slipped beneath her shirt, pressing hard into her bare skin.
She bit his lip, and he opened to her, their tongues not dancing but dueling—fighting.
She moved against him, and he gripped her harder, setting the pace.
His fingers were hard enough to bruise. He prayed to the dragon gods that they did.
He wanted to mark her as his, to claim her here and now because he was beginning to realize this might be the last chance he had.
One of her hands ran through his hair, pulling it at the roots as her other came down to grip his shirt. She moaned into his mouth, her hips stuttering against his in a way that made his balls ache and his cock strain.
“Fuck,” he groaned as her lips moved lower, licking and sucking along his jaw. “I love when you take control.”
She bit down where his neck met his shoulder, and he felt his body coil with heat.
He thrust up against her, his cock finding the perfect amount of friction against her body, and she shuddered over him, her breaths going shallow.
She let out a small groan as she swirled her hips, head falling back.
His eyes traced the length of her neck, and he watched entranced as she chased her pleasure.
“Take everything you need,” he said, breathless. “I’ll always have more to give.”
All too soon, he felt her legs tightening against his hips, and she fell forward, letting out a long moan against his neck.
Her body shook against him, his own pleasure mounting as he held her against him, rocking his hips into her.
Her teeth brushed against the bruise they’d left on his skin, and then he was coming, his own muscles going tight and hot.
He released her hips only to grab her by the neck, pulling her lips back to his so he could taste her as he came.
They stayed like that for a moment, their lips just barely touching, breathing heavily.
Sofia sat up, though she didn’t move from where she straddled him, their hips still connected.
Fox was well aware of the wet stain on his pants and Sofia’s lips, red and swollen.
They were lying in the king-damned snow, wet and cold and panting like teenagers.
Suddenly he looked over to their right and saw Chalia, awkwardly twisted so she was staring at the sky. Her wings tucked against herself. She turned, as if noticing Fox’s attention, and he could have sworn he saw her blush—if dragons were capable of it.
“So, what’s the plan?” she asked, and Fox felt Sofia going rigid on top of him. She stumbled up.
“Perhaps this wasn’t the best time for… that,” Fox said, standing on shaky legs. Sofia straightened her clothes and brushed back her hair, breath still fast and shallow.
“Right,” she said. “We should leave.”
Fox gave a grimace of agreement, trying not to remember that his current pair of pants was his only pair, and he was about to meet his old mentor with dried cum in his pants. Perfect.
“I’m just going to…” he motioned behind him, and she nodded, cheeks going pink in the most adorable way.
“I should, too.”
They separated. Fox did his best to clean himself up, ripping the hem of his tunic to do so. It wasn’t perfect, but it would have to do.
By the time he was back, Sofia was already there, seated on Chalia’s back. And he realized she could have left without him. She hadn’t.
As Fox climbed onto Chalia’s back behind Sofia, fear coursed through him.
He was taking Sofia directly to Harlow—the man who wanted her dead.
Along with a dragon. He wanted to tell Chalia to turn around.
He wanted to find a cave and continue what they’d started.
He wanted to leave Wueco with Sofia and never look back.
But he knew Sofia would find a way to throw herself in front of Harlow, and Fox being there was going to be the only way to ensure she didn’t die in the process. He might not have been a useful spy, but he could do this.
They turned south toward the city.
“This is a terrible idea,” Chalia said as she lifted into the air.