Chapter 41 #2
Having seen the Wolflord’s very naked, almost entirely inked body, Lunara was inclined to think he didn’t.
“I’ll make room. Sure as shite not having it anywhere else.”
“I say Thad behaves and never shows up at all,” Lunara murmured. “He’s different now, even if he tries to pretend otherwise.”
There was a twinkle in Vann’s clear, green eye. “And what do you have to offer, little sister?”
The endearment hit her right in the chest, so unexpected that it stole any words she might have said.
No, no, no. What if it’s a trick? Don’t fall for it, you soft-hearted ninny.
Good point. Still, she couldn’t resist.
“I’ll fix your leg,” Lunara blurted.
The table went very, very silent.
“I’m sorry. I would do it anyway, I only thought—”
“If you can fix me, I’ll give you a lifetime’s worth of anything you like.” Vann’s smile was sad as he spun on the bench and rose slowly. “See you all in an hour.”
His pain was even more pronounced as he trudged off, the Demons in the hall skirting away like he was carrying something contagious.
“Shitting stars,” she mumbled, slumping. “I didn’t mean to upset him. I just…”
Wanted to throw him off a little while also offering something thoughtful in case he’s not a scheming villain?
“Don’t worry yourself, witchling. He’s fine.” Magnus heaped the remnants on his plate into a huge pile with his fork and shoveled the whole thing into his mouth, completely unconcerned.
“Apparently, we’re leaving in an hour,” Brand rumbled at her ear. “Since I know how quickly you can pack, I’d say we have three quarters of that time to do whatever we like.”
His low tone sent a ripple of anticipation through her, warring with the wash of guilt.
“He really is fine,” he said. “Trust me—you’ll know if Vann is ever truly upset.”
“If you’re sure…”
“I’m sure.”
His conviction flowed into her, and it was so easy to let go and trust him.
“Then, yes. Please.”
Brand’s cock hammered into her, one of his hands pinning hers to the wall above as he latched onto a taut nipple.
Lunara pushed into the sensation, wanting more. Wanting it sharp and stinging. For him to soothe away the little pleasure-pain afterwards, as he did everything else.
His teeth bit down as he read her mind and her wishes, pulling a cry from her lips.
“That’s it, little moon.” He nipped her neck, her shoulder. “Fall apart.” His tongue hooked behind the lobe of her ear. “I’ll catch you.”
Her body could only listen, ratcheting tighter and tighter with every word and touch until she snapped and fell over the edge.
“Yes,” he moaned, his head tipping back as her ripples of ecstasy pulled him in deeper. “Fuck.” He spun away from the wall and let her top half fall backwards onto the bed, her legs still wrapped around him as he widened his stance.
Gripping her hips, he slowed his movements, his lungs heaving with every thrust and eyes locked with hers. The depth of emotion in the bond was enough to have tears springing to her eyes.
“Oh, Brand.”
“Do you have any idea how stunning you are? How perfect?”
Her lids fluttered, teeth sinking into her lower lip. She’d learned early on that he didn’t expect responses to his praise. A good thing, since she wasn’t capable of forming more than one or two intelligible syllables.
Brand reached up and grabbed one of her hands, bringing it down between them. “Touch yourself for me.”
His gaze flared even hotter when she obeyed, circling herself with a whimper, dipping down to feel the hard length of him as it disappeared inside of her and retreated, over and over.
Her other hand had a mind of its own, taking his instruction a step further. She gathered a heavy breast, fingers sinking into her own flesh, the dusky tip peeking lewdly out between them.
“Shite.” He bent to lave his tongue there, her back arching from the mattress as he flicked and teased, teeth nipping at her finger before he straightened again.
“Exquisite creature,” he rasped, hooking one of her legs over his arm to spread her wider, tilting his pelvis just so as he picked up speed. “Again.”
Again.
That word had become kindling, fuel on whatever fire he was stoking within her at any given time. He was a male possessed when he got like this, always drawing more from her body than she’d ever realized it had to give, and reveling in his exploits.
Who was she kidding? She was just as crazed, just as obsessed as he was.
Brand hadn’t exaggerated in the least when he’d said her pleasure was his. She felt him ride the waves of her bliss as if it was his own every time.
The thought had sparks flying along her nerve endings, shooting over her body to gather into one, blinding coalescence in her core. Building and building and—
Bang, bang, bang!
The room rattled right along with the door when someone knocked with enough force to beat it right off the hinges.
“Fuck off!” Brand bellowed.
His lips peeled back in a snarl, flashing his elongating fangs as he continued his onslaught without the slightest pause.
“It was an hour twenty minutes ago, you wee shite.”
“I’m busy!”
“Aye, the whole bleeding castle can hear how busy you are!”
“Just a minute!” Lunara didn’t bother to hold back the giggle bubbling out of her. “We’re coming!”
“Ach, I didn’t… Just hurry up.” Magnus’s last words grew more faint as he left grumbling.
“Saucy Sorcerit,” Brand growled, licking up her sternum and rearing back again.
“Well, we are,” she breathed, voice catching. “Unless you’d rather not—”
He cut her off with a toe-curling smack to her arse, her impish laughter mingling with a moaning cry as his fingers dug in to massage the sting away.
“Don’t even finish that sentence.” Throwing her hand away and replacing her strokes with his own, he circled her tight knot, faster and harder. “Give it to me, then,” he demanded. “Come apart for me.”
The sensations that Magnus’s interruption had dulled came flooding back with Brand’s touch, with his voice, dousing her in wave after wave of breathtaking rapture.
It seized her lungs and her limbs. Her reason.
Crashed with such perfect force that she had no choice but to give in and shatter into a million tiny pieces. Again.
The whole castle probably did hear the scream that left her then.
“Yes, yes, yes, Luna.” Brand’s body bowed above her, trembling as his thrusts grew erratic. “Fuck.”
Lunara locked her legs around his waist and worked herself over him as he broke, drawing out every ounce of their shared gratification.
Lids hooded, she was entranced by the corded muscles of his neck and shoulders.
The way his abdomen rippled and strained.
The feel of his cock twitching as he emptied himself inside her.
The sight was enough to have her pleasure building all over again, stirring the lingering remnants of her previous climax into a renewed frenzy.
His gaze snapped to hers, a wicked grin spreading slowly across his face as he pulled out of her without warning.
Her whimper of denial was nothing short of pathetic.
“Remember this feeling,” he murmured, drawing one of her legs out and rubbing the cramping muscles in her calf. “Hold on to it.”
“You’re torturing me, Demon,” she whined as he kneaded the arch of her foot. “Why?”
“Because…” He set that leg down gently and gathered the other.
“I want every look between us to carry its charge. For every needy twinge shooting down your spine to be in answer to my own. And because I want you so worked up that you gladly give yourself to me in the first hidden alcove we happen upon in the palace, knowing I’m just as desperate to have you in return. ”
He laid down next to her, propped up on one elbow as he gripped her nape and devoured her mouth. She clasped his horns, dragging him closer and hoping to change his mind. Unfortunately, he had far more control than she did.
Brand broke away, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. “Now, little moon—are you ready to meet my parents?”
Lunara looked down at their naked bodies and burst into laughter.