50. Desperate for You
~ MELEK ~
It took hours to convince Yilan’s Council that the Neph weren’t enemies, but misguided emissaries—and even more hours to make a plan they’d all accept for bringing both groups together.
By the time night fell, we were both exhausted.
I hadn’t slept the night before and should have been dragging, but my entire body buzzed with a frenetic energy fueled by fear.
Conversely, my mate was excited. She was doing an excellent job of covering it for those who couldn’t feel her.
But the bond thrummed with it. She’d spent the entire day in her fighting leathers rather than a grand gown, and every time we made steps towards moving forward on her plan, her thrill increased.
She was looking forward to this.
I, on the other hand, was burdened with dread. And yet, even in that dark place, my body burned for her. Perhaps more so.
A ticking clock dangled over my head counting down the moments until she was in danger again. So the moment we were alone in the royal bedchamber, I swept her up, pulling her to me and taking her mouth desperately.
She sucked in a deep breath, throwing her arms around my neck and opening her mouth under mine, her tongue darting out to tease and beckon in ways that made me want to growl .
“Aren’t you tired?” she gasped as I made short work of her jacket and leathers, getting her stripped and naked within seconds of locking the door behind us.
I was sucking on her neck when she spoke and let my teeth graze her skin before I answered, walking her backwards, her face in my hands, her breasts pressed against my stomach because I’d gotten my shirt off, but she was still working on my leathers.
The bond was trilling, throbbing, spinning, that cord snapping tight between us. Every time I thought of walking her into the Nephilim camp and my fear peaked, the bond would tug, yanking her closer.
She’d just gotten my belt and buttons undone and was pushing my leathers down when we reached the bed. I stepped out of the restrictive clothing, kicking it off thoughtlessly. The leather flew, landing on the small tables at her bedside and knocking over an unlit candle.
Yilan snorted with laughter, but her wide smile only made my need roar again, and I took that full mouth as I lifted her, then threw her onto the bed. She bounced once, eyes wide, but smiling as she pushed herself back up the bed to the pillows and I crawled up after her.
“Yilan,” I said placing one hand on her ankle and sliding the hand up her leg.
“Yes?”
“This mission… this plan… it isn’t a game,” I said, my voice low and gruff.
“I know.”
“I don’t think you do—I can feel you in the bond. You’re thrilled.”
“I’m excited to win. I’m excited to be with you. I’m looking forward to showing the world who you are, Melek—and what we can do together.”
She was being honest. The bond crackled with excitement.
There were images in my mind that she’d put there—both of us standing together, hands clasped, celebrating victory.
A sweeping image of the continent—people in every land and nation at peace.
And us, alone at night, sleeping peacefully, wrapped in each other’s arms.
It was a picture—a life—I would give my left testicle to gain.
And impossible .
“This will take months, Yilan. Years. Even if I can take the Nephilim crown, there is a cancer in my people… You will never be far from danger while we’re with them.”
“I know you’ll protect me,” she whispered, curling up to grab for my shoulders, to move me faster because I was only sliding up her body slowly, letting my fingers trail up the back of her beautiful leg.
But I resisted, holding her bright eyes, insisting that she settle.
That she focus. That she be fully here with me.
“I will,” I vowed, and I meant it. “I would die for you.” I leaned down to kiss her belly just below her navel, dipping my tongue in that little divot, smiling when she shivered.
“I know. As I would, for you. But we’re not going to die, Melek. We’re going to win.”
She grabbed my face and pulled my chin up, forcing me to meet her eyes again and trying to urge me closer. But I wasn’t going to be rushed. That clock ticking over my head told me that our hours alone were rapidly reducing. I needed to make the most of this.
With a low growl, I took one of her hands and pinned it on the pillow over her shoulder, then did the same with the other, inching up her body, arching my back to brace myself over her, but most of my body still between her legs, too low to bring my arousal against her.
When she made an irritated noise, I smiled, then dropped my head and took one of her nipples in my mouth, laving it with my tongue, flicking and sucking until her hips twitched as she fought to get closer.
Still keeping her wrists manacled, I pulled myself slowly up her body, kissing, teasing, sucking, until my hardness drew against her swollen, slick flesh and she stopped breathing, waiting for me to enter her.
But now I had her. I loomed over her, holding her helpless, teasing her flesh with mine… and then I stopped.
She opened her eyes. “What are you—?”
I dove for that sharp tongue, sucking it into my mouth, giving her mine, letting my cock press and slide and my tongue mirror the promise of it, but still arched up and over her, not letting any other part of my body press her.
“Melek, what are you doing?” she gasped a few moments later, her hips rocking to reach for me, her back arching to try and press her belly against mine.
“Patience, Beautiful. ”
“But—”
I took her mouth again and continued my teasing until she was whimpering, then I drew my knees up so I was on all fours and still keeping her wrists pinned at either side of her head. When I lifted out of the kiss, her eyes opened and there were flames in them.
“Melek,” she said breathlessly. “I love a good tease, but—”
“Stay with me,” I said, holding her gaze. “I need you close. I need you feeling. This isn’t thrilling for me. This is frightening . Please… be here with me.”
She blinked and her brows rose a touch. I saw the shadows flicker in her gaze—fighting her instincts as she sought to meet me in mine.
She swallowed once, then nodded. “I’m here. I hear you. Let go of my hands.”
When I released her I kept my hands braced on the pillows behind her, searching her eyes and waiting to see what she’d do.
“I’m sorry you’re frightened.”
“I’m upset that you’re not,” I muttered.
“I know the risks, Melek. I’m not ignoring them.” She had cupped her hands around my wrists and was now stroking slowly up my arms, towards my shoulders. “But I believe in you. I believe in us. And I see the vision that we’re fighting for. I believe we’re going to make it.”
Her hands drew softly across my shoulders, then up to my jaw where she cupped my face, both thumbs stroking my cheeks, her nails catching on my stubble.
Those simple touches were fire in my belly. My skin was ignited. And the soft smile on her face, the certainty in her gaze…
As she pulled me down, I groaned and let myself sink onto her body, settling between the warmth of her inner thighs, and rolling my hips to slide against her.
She bit her lip and her chin tipped up, but I didn’t take her yet, so she was huffed with irritation.
“Melek,” she breathed as I lowered one elbow to the pillow over her shoulder and cupped the top of her head with my hand.
“Yes?”
“The only danger right now is that I might castrate you out of sheer frustration.”
I chuckled and pressed myself harder against her, sliding against that nub that made her breath quicken and her skin flush hot.
When I eased back down, her knees drew up as she rolled her hips and tried to take me when I slid forward.
But I was playing, teasing, trembling with sheer need—and enjoying feeling her grow frantic for me.
Her cheeks flushed and sweat prickled her brow. She writhed under me, her nails digging more sharply into my shoulders and back as she pulled me in. But I was fighting my own need for her now, too. Knowing that when this began, it wouldn’t last because we were both aching and needy.
“Melek… please.”
“Please, what?” I asked her breathlessly, grinning, our eyes still locked.
“You know what,” she snapped through her teeth.
I added greater pressure and slid against her a little faster on the next roll. Her chin tipped back again and her teeth gritted, but she didn’t ask again.
I’d planned to get her shaking and begging, then plunge into her and ride her right to her climax, but then something in her eyes softened.
She reached for my face, dragging her fingers through the shaved sides of my hair, letting her nails scrape my scalp and I groaned at the delicious tingles that rippled down my spine to meet the pleasure we were creating much lower.
“I love you, Melek,” she whispered, her eyes still wide and locked on mine. “I love you with every fiber of my being. And I need you.” Her eyes shone like she might cry and my body jolted.
Oh God, that wasn’t playing fair.
“I love you too, so much, Yilan. It terrifies me what might happen—”
“Stop thinking about that,” she whispered, straining to lift her head and kiss her way along my jaw, which shifted the angle at which our bodies met, and sent goosebumps racing down my neck and side.
Unable to resist, I clamped a hand to the back of her neck and held her against me there, groaning as she opened her mouth on my throat and sucked, marking me.
Punching a hand to the pillow to brace myself, arching my back and holding her to me, I was overcome, my entire skin alight with need and tingling thrills, my belly burning for her and my balls drawing up tight as my cock thickened.
She gasped when I almost took her and her mouth opened, but I was still holding her there, still arched back and pulling her up against my chest, pinning her to me. Her arms were wrapped around me, her nails digging into my back. I couldn’t wait any longer.