Chapter Thirty-nine #3
All was quiet for a moment, before Wilder leant in. ‘I want to show you something,’ he said, his voice low.
Thea didn’t question him. She simply followed her Warsword back to their quarters. She realised that her hands were shaking, that her legs buckled with each step.
She didn’t mention it to him, working hard instead to hide the effect of the looming battle. She was a warrior, a Guardian of Thezmarr. She did not quake in the face of a fight.
Wilder took her out onto the balcony where they’d watched the sunrise that morning.
It already felt like a lifetime ago. Now, the sun was dangerously close to the horizon, the promise of war at their doorstep.
She could see ribbons of darkness dancing where the lowering yellow orb of the sun kissed the sea, where the Veil shivered in the distance.
The view before them was like the quiet intake of breath before chaos descended.
Thea’s fingernails dug into her palms, but Wilder drew her to him, his warmth enveloping her with a quiet, sturdy comfort. He held her close, pressing her to his broad chest, dropping a gentle kiss to the top of her head. But that was not the sort of comfort Thea needed right now.
She reached between them, for the buttons of his pants, finding him already straining against the fabric.
‘What are you doing?’ he murmured, his body tensing.
Thea went up on her tiptoes, brushing a kiss against his lips. ‘On the brink of so much carnage, I need to do something that makes me feel alive. I need… you .’
‘Who am I to deny you?’ His warm, strong fingers gripped her chin and kept her gaze on his. ‘I’m yours,’ he told her, his voice deep with reverence.
She kissed him, her lips sweeping over his, his mouth opening for her, warm and lush, tasting of home. The buttons of his pants came apart at her fingers and she wrapped her hand around his thick, hard length, freeing him from his pants and lavishing him with firm strokes.
He moaned against her lips, the sound sending a shiver running through her.
She revelled in the way he responded to her, so instant, so all-consuming.
Thea shoved his pants down past his muscular thighs, her heart skipping at the sight of him; so much strength, so much power.
But he tilted her face back to his, not to kiss her this time, but to scrape his teeth down the column of her throat, biting her hard enough to cause a brief spark of pain, followed by a lick of pleasure.
Heat swelled between her legs, and she felt herself growing damp with need.
‘Wilder…’ she murmured, gripping his shaft and pumping him hard and fast.
The frenzy took hold. He snapped, tearing at her pants, wrenching them down her legs and turning her around so that her back was flush with his chest and the hot crown of his cock pressed against her bare backside.
‘Hold on to the rail,’ he told her, pressing a palm to the small of her back and bending her over.
They were out in the open. Anyone below could look up and see them.
But Thea didn’t care.
She needed his cock inside her. Needed to feel the raw, hungry power of him slamming into her. With a whimper, she pressed back against him, her entrance already slick.
‘Holy gods, Thea…’ he muttered, his tip brushing against the need he found there.
She was still half dressed, her breasts aching for contact in the confines of her shirt, and so she freed them herself, squeezing hard, toying with her nipples, arching her back in invitation.
A moan sounded from behind her. ‘That’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen…’ Wilder’s voice was hoarse with desire, and he rubbed himself through her wetness.
‘So do something about it.’
The crown of his cock breached her, stretching her, teasing her. Wilder applied pressure, enough to make her moan, but he didn’t seat himself fully. He seemed intent on torturing her, sliding over exactly where she wanted him, again and again.
A gasp escaped her and she bucked her hips impatiently.
‘Play with yourself,’ Wilder growled in her ear. ‘Between your legs. Now.’
His muscular thighs shifted behind her and her hand trailed from her nipple to her clit, circling the pulsing heat she found there. Her body tensed at the delicious sensation, just as Wilder sheathed himself inside her in one rough thrust.
She cried out as he hit that spot deep within, gripping the rail with her free hand.
Wilder’s hands dug into her hips, pulling her back onto each one of his brutal strokes. Thea’s entire body went taut. She tried to spread her legs wider, but her pants around her knees restricted her. She was entirely at his mercy, and the thought made her toes curl.
Wilder fucked her hard, exactly how she wanted. Every time he sank his cock into her, more of the world faded away, leaving only them, moving as one.
Warmth bloomed in her chest, flushing her skin as that intoxicating pressure began to build at the base of her spine, spreading outward. Wilder moaned with her, driving himself into her as though it would never be enough.
His hand closed over hers, guiding her fingers across her clit, increasing their pace.
‘Gods, I love you,’ he murmured desperately into the damp crook of her neck, strumming her mercilessly. ‘This thing between us is endless. Nothing will stop me loving you.’
The cadence of his breathing shifted and his movements became more urgent, his thrusts driving them to the edge of release, as though with each glide of his cock his words would sink deeper.
‘I love you, too.’ Thea gasped as he hit that spot inside her again and pinched her clit, the unexpected sensation sending her barrelling over the precipice of desire, towards her climax.
Thea gave herself over to it, moaning and pushing back onto Wilder, writhing against him as her pleasure crested and she forgot everything except his name, crying for him again and again as he wrung every last ounce of her orgasm from her.
He erupted, driving into her as he found his own release, spilling inside her, collapsing against her back, his whole body trembling.
Panting and raw with emotion, they held each other while they waited for the call of battle.