Chapter 26 #2
His cock pressed to be released at just the thought of all that wetness around it, but he wanted to make sure she was satisfied first. He hadn’t fucked anyone in a while, and he doubted he’d last long. Especially with all this warm, slick heat.
“Kerym,” she cried when he added a third finger, thrusting them deep into her while pressing down on the hard bundle of nerves until she squirmed.
“I’m… I’m…” Pellie bit his lip as he moved faster, the wet sounds of him mercilessly finger fucking her pussy joining the rustling of leaves.
But just as he could feel her walls clenching around his fingers, he pulled out, capturing her distressed sound with his mouth.
“Sorry,” he rasped into her mouth. “I need to feel you strangling my dick.”
Kerym freed his cock with one hand, and after gripping her ass, angling her perfectly for him—savoring the view of her glistening pussy—he drove into her with one hard stroke.
Her head fell back with a cry, and the orgasm he’d stopped returned, clenching so hard around his length he had to grip the tree not to come immediately.
“Pellie,” he whispered as he started moving, thrusting into her contracting pussy, almost fucking dying from the feeling of her hot wetness coating it, making each thrust into her easier and easier. “I’ve waited too fucking long for this.”
Her eyes found his, and he could tell she might have another in her, so he dipped a hand between them again, using his middle finger to rub at her swollen nub.
Her eyelids closed, but he didn’t mind. Kerym’s eyes moved from his cock driving into her perfect pussy to her face, where so many emotions—desire, love, fear, worry, happiness, contentment—pulled at her features as she started rolling her hips, meeting his every thrust.
He had no idea how this witch had sneaked under his skin so fucking quickly, but he didn’t care one bit. He was going to spend the rest of his life in this realm pleasing her, drawing out the kinds of low moans that now built in her chest as her hands tangled in his hair.
“Kerym, please,” she begged, and since heat exploded in his gut, he responded immediately.
Pulling out until only the tip of his cock was inside her, he flicked her clit, and when she cried out, he slammed into her, both of his hands moving to her ass, gripping it so he could angle himself deeper and thrust up into her so fiercely he wondered if they might move the tree.
As her pussy started quivering, Kerym ordered “Open your eyes,” and when she did and the love he had inside him was reflected there, he groaned and spilled into her, keeping her eyes on his as she also came undone, more wetness flooding them both.
Soft laughter rumbled in his chest as they came down, their breaths steadying, and he couldn’t help but grin at her as they used leaves to wipe themselves off before righting their clothing.
She smiled back at him as she dragged her hands through her hair, but there was something off about the tilt of her lips, and warning bells began clanging in Kerym’s mind. Pulling at her hand, he made her come back into his space—where he hoped to keep her forever—and asked, “Are you all right?”
“I’m fine.” She tried to smile wider, but it was so fake that Kerym curled his lip. “I just told Soria I’d go with her to check on that half-witch, and she’s probably waiting. We’ll all join you when you ride tonight.”
“All right.” Kerym’s eyes flew over her face as she started to turn away from him.
Fuck, all his senses told him something was off.
“Pellie… just tell me if something is wrong.” Kerym squeezed her hand harder. “I’m sorry if this was fast. I promise I am fine taking this slow. I want everything with you, not just… this.”
Pellie’s smile faded like the embers sparking outside the shield of leaves around them. “I know.”
“Then what is it?”
He didn’t understand. They’d just connected in exactly the way he knew they’d both been longing for. It hadn’t just been about a quick fuck. He could see how much she liked him—if not fucking loved him—for gods’ sake.
Pellie winced as she dragged him with her out of the tree, and her expression made the world around them seem so much more fucking intimidating.
“Pellie,” he said softly. “Let’s not lie to each other.”
They might have pretended. Might have flirted when they didn’t mean it. Might not have flirted when they wanted to. But this? No, something was fucking wrong, and he couldn’t fix it if he didn’t know what it was.
“We’re leaving,” Pellie blurted out.
All warmth that had remained within him drained into the grass.
“I assume you don’t mean this town tonight?” Kerym said in a monotone.
She shook her head so softly he almost missed it. “If… if we survive this war, we’re going back home. We’ve been afraid to go back—we weren’t sure who set us up as children and sold us to Havlands, but… it’s time.”
That was it? He almost laughed.
“So I’ll come with you,” he declared. “There won’t be anything here for me if you’re not in this realm. I’ve traveled far and wide before. I’ll do it again.”
The urge to laugh vanished with the tears in Pellie’s eyes.
“I… I don’t know if you should.”
Heat started racing through his veins, and not the pleasant kind like before.
“Why not?” Kerym felt like an angry child, but he didn’t understand what this little witch was talking about. Of course he’d fucking come with her. He belonged to her now—perhaps more than he’d belonged to anyone.
“I think you need to go home,” Pellie said in her soft, beautiful voice.
“I don’t have a home,” Kerym snapped. “Home will be wherever you are. Don’t you understand that?”
“Have you tried siphoning anything other than people before? I mean, apart from the book yesterday?” Pellie stepped closer to him again, her head tilted.
“No. But what does that have anything to fucking do with you leaving?” Kerym knew he needed to calm down, but it felt like this beautiful woman was slipping between his fingers, and he didn’t—he couldn’t—be left by another person he loved. He wouldn’t survive it.
“There is magic in everything, Kerym,” Pellie whispered. “In the trees and bushes and the ground and the water. In Fae and shifters and in witches.”
“So? Pellie, I don’t care about that magic thing possessing me or whatever it did! I’m fine now, and I want to go with you.”
Her smile was so fucking sad he felt like punching the tree, but he made himself only rip a damned leaf from the branch closest to him, squeezing it in his hand.
“The magic chose you for a reason, and I was too worried about you—and, truth be told, too awestruck by what happened—to see why. Soria, on the other hand, knew immediately, and we’ll confirm with the old man, but…”
“But what?” Kerym asked, his insides twisting and turning when she let go of his hand.
“Look around you.”
Kerym didn’t want to tear his eyes from hers, but as he followed her order, his jaw dropped.
Leaves all around them folded and unfolded as if they were winking or waving at them both, the sound of the fibers rubbing together whistling through the night. His eyes dropped to his hand, and Kerym realized he was pressing and unpressing the leaf just like—
He dropped it immediately. And the leaves around them settled into their usual shifting in the wind.
“What—” Kerym just stared at Pellie.
“You’re an earth wielder, Kerym.” Pellie blinked slowly as she focused on him again. “You’re an Oakgards’ Fae.”