Chapter Twenty-nine #2
She cried out as her back hit the cold surface, and he trapped her there, thrusting into her wet heat as her fingers tangled in his hair and his mouth closed over hers.
‘Thea…’ he murmured against her lips, hoping he could capture everything he meant with her name alone.
‘Let go, Wilder,’ she whispered, dragging her teeth up the column of his throat. ‘Let go.’
And so Wilder did.
He erupted, ramming into her with the force of his climax. Release tore through him, wave after wave, his body shuddering beneath hers, completely out of control, every extremity tingling in the aftermath.
Panting, he rested his damp brow against hers, still pinning her to the wall.
Thea traced his lower lip with her thumb. ‘I love seeing you come undone like that…’
Wilder drew a ragged breath and kissed her, her mouth as warm and lush as ever, toying with the heat coursing through him.
He carried her back to the bed. ‘Then we’d best do it again,’ he growled.
* * *
For a long time, Wilder had dreamt about what it would be like to wake up next to Thea, to fuck her all night and then share a bed with her properly, to have her in his arms upon waking.
He had pictured the joy and peace that would come with it.
And it was everything he’d imagined it to be.
More. So he allowed himself to savour the moment and the sleepy quiet of the morning to breathe her in, to memorise how she felt pressed against him and how she fit him so perfectly.
He knew he couldn’t have it forever, so he had to make it count.
He drew her to his chest, his arms banded around her waist and breasts, her hair tickling his skin, the warmth of her soaking into him.
She stirred, nestling back into him, her grip tightening on his arm.
There was nothing in the midrealms as perfect as this, nothing so full of bliss. He wasn’t ready for the reality of the morning to seep in, wasn’t ready to confront how brazen they’d been – how by now, all of Harenth would know that Warsword and Guardian were fucking.
Instead, Wilder kissed the soft spot between Thea’s neck and shoulder, unable to quite believe he was able to do such an intimate thing, that it came so naturally. He revelled in the luxury of waking her slowly, pride surging in his chest as she sought him out, even in sleep.
She turned to face him, nuzzling her face into his chest, pressing the rest of her naked body against his hardness beneath the sheets.
‘Morning,’ he murmured into her hair.
She answered him with a kiss to his sternum, and another a little lower. In one swift movement, Thea was astride him, kissing down the plane of his abdomen, reigniting his need for her, fraying his thoughts.
‘I had other plans for you,’ he groaned as she reached between his thighs and wrapped her warm hand around his shaft.
‘You’re not the only one with plans,’ she murmured, continuing her trail down his body, capturing his skin in a gentle bite that made his cock twitch.
She paused at a scar on his side, running a single finger over the pale slash of flesh. ‘What’s that from?’ she asked with another kiss, hovering above the V-shaped dip of sinew above his crotch.
He breathed in deeply, opting for restraint, but distracted beyond measure by the proximity of her wicked mouth to his cock.
Thea gave him a sly smile, as though she knew exactly what he was thinking. She gave him a slow, lazy pump with her hand. ‘I believe I asked you a question, Warsword…’
Gods, he was already leaking for her.
‘Skirmish in Naarva,’ he managed, watching with wide eyes as she continued to stroke him.
‘There you are again with your vivid picture-painting,’ she chastised, slowing her caresses to an agonising pace. The evil woman.
‘Was at a watchtower,’ he breathed heavily. ‘Set upon by shadow wraiths’ – another deliciously torturous slide down his length – ‘one got a swipe in. Thirty-two stitches.’ He bit back a moan.
The glee in Thea’s eyes was nearly enough to make Wilder want to seize control and flip her over, but he froze as she settled herself fully between his legs and lowered her mouth to him.
He nearly bucked off the bed as the warm, wet heat of her lips closed over his cock. Her tongue circled his crown, and the moan that finally escaped him was deep and primal and loud . He didn’t give a fuck who heard him. Threading his fingers through her hair, he watched as she swallowed him down.
‘ Fuck… ’ he murmured, his voice hoarse with lust, his eyes almost rolling into the back of his head.
Thea worked him with her lush mouth and tongue, her hand reaching down to cup his swollen balls.
Holy Furies. His blood was on fire, bolts of pleasure shooting through him with each stroke of her tongue, an inferno of need threatening to take hold. His grip in her hair tightened and she moaned around him, sending a vibration rippling down his length.
‘Thea…’ He said her name without knowing what he was asking. This amount of pleasure was insane, and he didn’t know if he wanted to erupt into that talented mouth of hers, or pull out to bury himself deep inside her. He had to decide soon, because she had him climbing to that point of no return.
She worshipped him with long, luxurious movements, allowing him to hit the back of her throat so that he nearly saw stars.
No, he had to touch her. Now .
He hauled her up with him, so that his back rested against the headboard of the stupidly big bed, and Thea was straddling him.
For a second, Wilder froze, his gaze tracing her beautiful, flushed face and her eyes, bright with arousal.
Then her breasts, also flushed and swollen, her nipples hard.
Gods, there was no end to what he wanted to do to her.
He kissed her savagely as his cock pressed against the slick heat between her legs.
One shift of his hips and he’d be inside her. One slight movement and —
The doors banged open.
‘Oh, shit,’ a familiar voice sounded.
Wilder scrambled for the sheets and snatched them up around Thea, his heart hammering.
‘What the fuck, Torj?’ he snapped, unable to move without exposing himself or Thea.
Torj stared at them, gaping, before he seemed to remember himself and reached for the door. ‘Uh, shit. Sorry —’
‘What’s going on?’ a voice called from behind him, and Wilder groaned.
‘Fuck’s sake, Torj. Close the fucking door.’
And while the golden-haired Warsword was moving, it wasn’t fast enough. ‘No, don’t —’
Thea swore, too, as her friends Cal and Kipp peered around the frame.
The strangled cry of horror from Kipp might have been funny were the situation not so completely and utterly embarrassing.
‘Get the fuck out,’ Wilder barked, a flush creeping up his neck.
‘Uhh… Meet you at the Fox, then!’ Torj called as he shut the door.
Wilder’s face heated and he groaned, burying his face in the crook of Thea’s neck as he heard the three of them laughing down the hallway.
‘That couldn’t have gone any worse,’ he muttered.
‘Sure it could have,’ Thea said lightly, leaning back so she could see him, the sheet slipping from her shoulders.
‘How, exactly?’ Wilder demanded.
More than anything, Thea looked amused. ‘Well… it could have been Audra. Or the king.’ A laugh bubbled out of her.
The sound caused a thickness in Wilder’s throat, and a prickle at the back of his eyes. His grip tightened on her.
‘There’s no going back now, Warsword,’ she said, brushing her lips against his and rolling her hips.
He groaned. Absolutely no part of him wanted to leave their rooms and deal with Torj.
He wanted to stay in bed with Thea all morning, talking and fucking and laughing, holding one another…
But as much as he’d wished for a slow, luxurious morning with her, reality had made itself known as it always did, and there was no escaping it. Not as a Warsword of the midrealms.
‘Come on, let’s get dressed,’ he mumbled, placing his hands on her waist to move her.
‘Who said I was done with you?’ Thea replied, grinding against him.
Wilder closed his eyes and tipped his head to the ceiling in the hopes that the Furies would give him strength. ‘Good gods, woman. Are you trying to kill me?’
Thea laughed, trailing her fingers down the plane of his chest. ‘That’s not what I’d call it, no.’
Wilder’s cock was still nestled against her heat, still hard and throbbing. How could it not be with a naked beauty like her astride him?
‘We’ll have to be quick…’ he heard himself say, already skimming her sides with his palms, watching her breasts rise sharply, her hard nipples begging to be taken between his teeth. He licked his lips, and —
Thea swung her legs off him. ‘Actually, there’s not enough time for all the things I want to do to you… Nor for all the things I want you to do to me.’ The brazen woman smirked. ‘So you’ll have to wait.’
Wilder’s mouth fell open as she walked to the bathing chamber naked, her hips swinging and the curve of her backside teasing him before the door closed behind her.
Gods, he had been right in every sense of the word.
Althea Zoltaire would be the end of him.