Chapter 5 Dove
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Dove
With our combined need filling my senses and the wriggling and moaning surrounding us in the narrow streets of the sands, I can’t help but start grinding along Rivern’s waist. Both Rivern and Gideon groan “fuck” at the same time.
“Let’s go.” The choked words move around us.
We follow Gideon to where Moyrie has stopped by an open-curtained doorway to converse with another one of her species.
Gideon addresses her, his face stern, unwilling to let his need slip.
She grabs his arm. At the full grip of her fingers on his muscles and the leer of her white-toothed smile, my body locks up in Rivern’s arms.
Mine.
The word comes to me again. It’s soon forgotten when fingers trace the outline of my jaw, lifting my face to heart-wrenching, soulful eyes.
Not needing to speak any longer, Rivern’s lips are on mine in a heartbeat.
His warmth cascades over me like a perfectly blended, toasty winter soup on my tongue—the sort one could keep drinking and drinking, never getting their fill.
Never enough. I could never have enough of Rivern.
His hands grip my arse cheeks, hauling me closer to him, our tongues taking turns exploring every inch of the inside of each other’s mouths.
He pulls back to nibble on my bottom lip.
Wetness cascades out of my core like a waterfall experiencing its first rush after a dry spell.
Rivern’s tunic is now becoming increasingly soaked the more I grind on his hard abdomen.
An abdomen I’m going to lick clean later.
A grunt comes beside us. Gideon’s brows are raised as he looks on at our display, amused. “Fuck, don’t look at me like that. I literally cannot help myself.”
I feel a slight pinch at my side. “Hey.” I swat at Rivern.
“Tell that wolf if he doesn’t find a bed for us, he’s going to be a witness to me burying you so full of cock you’ll not know where I start and you end.”
My pulse skyrockets. I look wide-eyed at my wolf. “We need a room.”
“Luckily, that’s exactly where we are going to take you.”
“We?” I peer out around him and find Moyrie lingering close by with a companion.
“I hope that’s what we were discussing, at least.” He points to her.
“Yes, let’s go. Please.” The whine at the end is a bit much, but I can’t help myself.
Moving around one more street of blissed-out moaning sounds, we come to a short flight of sandstone steps and pass through another set of white curtains.
Moyrie moves through the curtain. We follow her down a long walkway filled with alcoves that house small, flickering flames in copper-like bowls.
It is a sparse space, with roughened creamy stone and circular shapes carved in looping and swooping lines along the walls.
Curtained doors dot the hallway, and when we reach the last curtain, Moyrie opens it and motions for us to enter.
Lush drapes hang from the ceiling, sconces lighting up the ample space. In the centre of the room, a wide, circular bed awaits us with plentiful creamy cushions and delicate-looking beige sheets.
My body only wants one thing as I grind into Rivern’s torso, moaning out my need for him. My skin crawls with a release I have never needed before. He doesn’t seem to be fairing much better, either. Broad, soft hands travel the length of my frame up and down, setting my skin on fire.
The heat is too much. “Take my dress off now.” My words come out harsh. Rivern moves us before the bed.
I know he feels what I feel. The way the bond shows me glimpses of his emotions, his need—it’s more addictive than any Silver Sands poison.
That’s also the problem. Whatever is happening to us.
Whatever we ate. We drank. That innocuous green liquid.
It is all being exacerbated by the throbbing need not only in my core but in my chest for this fae male.
It almost reminds me of the alcohol the villagers of Haven drink, except this poison only makes me far more pliant to my already raging desires.
I’m relaxed for the first time in a long time, and that is the real aphrodisiac.
I feel light. I feel free. I feel horny. Fear no longer controls me.
A twinge lets me know of the worry from Fury, the God, always in the background of my mind. I look over Rivern’s shoulder at the beastly wolf shifter standing by the door once again, talking to the very naked Silver Sands princess.
Rivern begins to pull at my dress. The sound of threads popping distracts me. I don’t care. Need is all I feel, and now a new feeling—rage.
This is a new rage, though. Not the same I hold for my people being unwittingly starved to death, or the emotions that make themselves present when Fury pushes my buttons. No, this is something else.
The princess is too close to Gideon. She’s almost rubbing her body against his clothing as she reaches up to brush at his stubbly cheek.
She’s touching what’s mine.
Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.
The word is a chant in my head, seeking absolution for what I’m seeing.
Without thought, just a natural instinct within, Argus backs up in my chest and blows.
A blue fire burns through my mind’s eye, my anger directed at the female draping herself all over my beast.
He is mine.
Amber eyes flicker up to meet me—a force barrels into the two people, fuelled by my fire. The invisible power sends Moyrie flying backwards, her tail catching her before she falls to the hard stone below.
Her split tongue hisses out at me.
“Leave,” I respond, the well of blue flames roaring through my soul, forcing her body through the curtain.
The flaps billow behind her. The princess does not return. I seethe at the drapes moving on the breeze I created.
Gideon steps into my line of sight. His eyes are pitch-black, making my body quiver. The scar along his eye draws me in—the lines I want to lick better.
Fuck. What?
What just happened? Like in some sort of rage-filled fever dream, I just forced Moyrie out of our room. Was that the power Fury was talking about? That force felt different from the one that allows me to communicate with others innately.
I shake my head to loosen my running mind. Rivern pulls the last of my tattered dress away from my body, leaving me naked in his arms. Obscured from Gideon’s eyes.
“Sit,” I say to the wolf, motioning with my eyes towards the bench seat, lined with pillows along the wall. A new wave of capability makes itself known within me. I’m no longer defenceless. I have power.
Thanks to Fury, I guess.
A sinister smile takes over my face, directed towards Gideon.
I cannot let him out of my sight. The wrath. The possession. The need inside me won’t let him leave this room, won’t let him be with another person.
Gideon follows my command, setting his towering form on the small seat.
Two firm hands distract me from the shifter before us, gripping my arse and pulling my cheeks apart. Leaning my face into the sunshine and forest smell of Rivern’s neck, I groan as cold air hits wetness and heat below.
“Fuck, love, you’re dripping for me.” Rivern’s musical voice sets my heart thrumming harder than before. I squeeze my eyes shut, my thighs clenching around his form, trying my hardest to meld our bodies as one.
Those last lingering, tattered thoughts about his almost betrothal hit me again—this male, my fae prince, was set to marry someone else.
It niggles at my heart, making me only more desperate to claim him as mine, to completely eradicate any other female he has touched. There’s only one person for him.
“Rivern,” I groan against his skin. “I need you.”
My grip is tight on his body, scratching against his dancing golden lines. Reluctantly, I push my head out of its new home in the crook of his neck, bringing my nose to his. I grasp his chiselled jaw in my hands, feeling smooth, untainted skin underneath my fingertips.
“What do you need, love?” His eyes dance with playful wonder as he massages my bottom between his kneading fingers.
My face crinkles, frowning. He laughs. “You know what I want.” He can feel it in the bond, for the Goddess’s sake.
I want to ravage him—brand him so everyone knows who he belongs to.
“But I want to hear you say it,” he bats back right before going for my mouth. Easing some of the tension in my body with sweeping licks and nips, I sink my hands into his thick hair. We kiss until I’m nothing but needy putty in his hands.
He grasps my hair in his grip, gently easing my head back, making me whimper. “What do you need, love?” the bastard asks again. I release a hand from his hair, trailing it down between our bodies.
Goddess, if he doesn’t let me complete this bond soon, I’m going to combust.
I shift to manoeuvre past my dripping pussy and land firmly on a considerable throbbing length still annoyingly tucked away inside Rivern’s pants. “I need your cock, love,” I tease, tugging him hard through his pants.
His head falls back, and he lets out a groan that almost sounds like a roar.
Snapping his head back, the fae prince doesn’t waste any time pulling his tunic over his head and ripping his pants off in a few short, quick manoeuvres I find extremely impressive—all while keeping me upright on his torso.
I get a glimpse of the dyre wolf watching us. He doesn’t move a muscle at our display. I let my eyes wander down his length and the bulge in his lap, begging for attention. My mind conjures up fantasies of what his sweat might taste like. A spicy, sweet sandalwood, with a sour note maybe?
Goddess, I can’t control myself. I groan inwardly.