Chapter 59 Percival #2
“That’s not the privacy you think it is.”
“Then you’ll have to be quiet.” My mouth found her neck and her whole body shivered. “Can you do that for me, love?”
“You’re out of your mind.”
“Probably.” My teeth grazed her earlobe and her hips rocked involuntarily against mine. “But Wyatt’s tent is about sixty feet that way, so unless you want him to hear exactly who you belong to, I’d keep it down.”
Her breath caught. The mention of Wyatt sparked the possessive current I’d been running on for days, and the grin I pressed against her throat was not the kindest version.
“You did that on purpose,” she whispered.
“Did what?”
“The sparring. The dare. All of it. You wanted him to see.”
“I wanted you to see.”
My hands slid under her jacket, under her shirt, palms flat against the warm skin of her waist. The bump pressed against my stomach and the three heartbeats beneath it accelerated at my touch.
“But if he happened to notice, I’m not complaining.”
Mira grabbed my jaw and kissed me with the accumulated force of weeks of restraint shattering at once.
My hands tightened on her waist and I kissed her back with everything I’d been holding since the rejection.
I pulled her closer, dominating the kiss, my tongue claiming her mouth as I lifted her against the smooth rock by the water’s edge.
My shirt came off first. Her fingers traced the tattoos down my chest, following the lines she’d memorized and her touch sent a current straight through me that made my cock strain against my pants.
I grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head with one of mine, my other sliding down to cup her breast through her thin top.
“These,” she murmured, tracing the ink below my collarbone. “I’ve been thinking about these.”
“Yeah?”
“Every night you weren’t beside me.”
Fuck. My restraint evaporated.
I released her hands only to yank her top over her head, exposing her swollen breasts, heavy with the pregnancy that made her even more irresistible. I latched onto one nipple with my mouth, sucking hard while my hand kneaded the other, drawing a gasp from her that echoed softly over the stream.
She arched into me, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer. I switched to the other nipple, biting gently before soothing with my tongue.
My hand trailed down over the curve of her belly, pausing to press my palm flat against the skin where our children grew.
“Don’t you dare get sentimental,” she warned.
“Too late.” I kissed the top of her belly. Then lower. “But I can multitask.”
I pushed down her pants as I knelt before her. The grass was soft under my knees. Her panties were soaked, and I tore them aside without ceremony, exposing her glistening pussy.
“God, Mira, you’re dripping for me.” I spread her legs wider, hooking one over my shoulder to open her fully. “Fucking missed eating you out, love. I need to taste you again.”
My tongue dove in first, lapping at her folds, tasting her sweetness mixed with the faint salt of the air. She moaned, her hands gripping the rock behind her for support. I sucked on her clit, flicking it with my tongue until her thighs trembled.
I slid two fingers inside her and her whole body clenched around them. The angle was different, so I curled my fingers forward, found the spot that made her thighs shake, and worked it relentlessly.
The radio on her belt crackled.
Mira’s whole body went rigid. My fingers stilled inside her, my mouth hovering against her clit, breath hot on her swollen flesh.
“Mira.” Thiago’s voice, tinny through the speaker. “Status report. You’ve been off-grid.”
Her hand fumbled for the radio. I watched her with my chin resting against her inner thigh, two fingers still buried in her pussy, and the devil in me curled them forward against the spot that made her legs shake.
Her eyes went wide. She pressed the transmit button.
“All clear.” Her voice came out tight, controlled, and I rewarded her composure by pressing my tongue flat against her clit. Her free hand slammed down on my head, nails digging into my scalp. “Just... scouting the perimeter.”
“Copy. Report back in ten.”
The radio went silent. Mira looked down at me with murder in her mismatched eyes.
“You,” she hissed, “are a dead man.”
I grinned against her pussy. “You’ve got ten minutes, love. Better make them count.”
“Shit! Percy-!”
“Quiet, remember?” I reminded her, my voice low and commanding as I added a third finger, stretching her. The wet sounds of my fingers pumping into her mingled with the stream’s flow, obscene and thrilling in the open area.
She bit her hand to muffle the sound. I smiled at her obedience. “Good girl. Just let me take care of you.”
“Percy.” My name in her mouth. Breathy, wrecked, needing.
“I’ve got you, love.”
I stood, freeing my cock from my pants, already leaking pre-cum, aching with the need to bury myself in her. She lifted her hips eagerly, and I guided myself to her entrance, rubbing the head through her slick folds until she whimpered against my shoulder.
She bit my shoulder to muffle the sound. Her teeth sank deep enough to sting and the growl that rumbled through my chest carried farther than intended.
Somewhere in the camp, a conversation paused. Neither of us cared.
“Please,” she breathed. “Percy, please.”
“Since you’re asking so nicely.”
One thrust, filling her inch by inch. Her walls stretched around me and the noise she made against my skin was closer to a sob than a moan.
“Fuuuck, yes. Take my cock, love.” I bottomed out, grinding against her, my hands on her hips to control every movement. I set the pace. Slow enough to feel every inch of her, deep enough that her breath stuttered on each stroke.
“You feel so good, love.” My voice was wrecked. “Tighter now. Wetter. Carrying our pups and still squeezing me until I can barely think.”
“Stop talking and move.”
“No.” I thrust deeper, grinding against her clit, and her mouth fell open in a silent cry. “You spent weeks holding me at a distance. I’m going to take my time reminding you what you were missing.”
Her nails raked down my arms. The sting mixed with pleasure until I couldn’t separate them. I pinned her wrists again, dominating her completely as I increased my pace, driven by the sounds she was failing to suppress.
Every sensation doubled toward a peak that would break us both. The stream’s water lapped at our feet now, cool against the heat of our joining.
“Percy, I can’t be quiet, I’m going to...”
“Then let him hear.” I nipped her earlobe. “Let the whole camp hear how good I make you feel. Scream for me, Mira.”
Her orgasm hit with a force that rippled through the bond, her pussy clenching around me in waves that dragged my own release forward.
I buried myself deep, knot swelling, and came with a groan I didn’t bother muffling, spilling inside her, my forehead pressed to hers while the bond channel between us finally roared fully open since the rejection.
The frequency spiked.
The restored channel sent a pulse through the entire bond network, and somewhere in camp, Solomon would have felt the surge hit his chest. Lucian would have gone still mid-sentence.
They’d know. They’d know she’d forgiven me and they’d know exactly how.
Mira sagged against me, breathing hard, her face tucked into my neck. My arms wrapped around her, one hand splayed across her back, the other resting on the bump.
A kick pressed against my palm. Then another. Then a third, rapid, insistent.
“They’re awake,” I said.
“They’ve been awake. Your children have zero sense of timing.”
I laughed against her hair and shifted her gently until I could lower my head to her stomach. Three heartbeats thrumming fast against my ear, strong, healthy, furious with life.
“Hey, you three.” My lips moved against her skin. “Your dad just had a very important conversation with your mum. You should be proud.”
“You’re not telling our unborn children about the sex we just had.”
“I’m telling them about the forgiveness. The sex was just a bonus.”
A kick landed directly against my cheek. Firm, deliberate, aimed.
“That one’s got Solomon’s accuracy,” I muttered.
“And your audacity.” Her fingers carded through my hair, gentle, unhurried. The tenderness in the gesture made my throat tighten. “Percy.”
“Hm?”
“Thank you. For coming back. For choosing.”
I pressed my mouth to her belly one more time. Then lifted my head and met her eyes. Mismatched, wet, open in a way she never let anyone see.
“Every time, love. Every single time.”