Chapter 46
Forty-Six
Sabina
I’m in such a hurry to get his tunic off that I tear the fabric.
My eyes widen and I freeze, one hand on each side of the ruined garment.
Brevan grins, then sets his hands over mine, then pulls.
I bite down on my lower lip in anticipation, heat surging through me as we toss aside the destroyed shirt.
His hands are on my nightgown, but I have just enough sense to lift it over my head and toss it aside. I fumble with his trousers and he stands, tugging them off. They knock over the lamp when he throws them and the glass shatters with a crash, the flame winking out.
We’re plunged into darkness, but it’s as if all my other senses ignite. I can smell the woodsmoke in his hair, the musk on his skin. When his mouth finds mine, I taste wine and rosemary.
His hands explore my body, his palms and fingers rough and commanding.
I lean into him, pressing my breasts against his chest and his cock is rock hard against my hip.
I shift a bit to create some friction, then reach for him.
My fingers close around his thickness before sliding up and down the shaft.
He groans into our kiss. My lips curve into a smile, pride makes my chest warm.
I love the way he responds to my touch. It’s such a simple movement, but I feel like he’s lost in me, completely at my mercy.
I quicken my pace and increase the pressure. He breaks from our kiss, his head lowering until his cheek is against mine. Hot breath tickles my ear and neck. “Fuck, Taylan.”
I kiss his shoulder, then drag my tongue along his chest toward his nipples. I’m kissing and nipping and he’s hanging on to me by my hips, his body tense and his breathing growing more shallow.
Suddenly, he growls, then steps out of reach. For a single heartbeat, panic rises, but it’s quickly squashed when he captures me and scoops me up in his arms. I squeal and he presses his mouth to mine, silencing me with a hungry kiss. It’s a frantic, messy kiss of teeth and tongues and desperation.
He pulls away abruptly, then hisses as he stumbles on something. “Fuck. Stupid boots.” Something, presumably the boots, hit the side of the tent fabric. Then we’re moving again and his mouth is on my neck, sucking and nipping and kissing. I moan and heat rushes to my core.
He drops to his knees and I’m on his lap, his hard cock practically begging to be inside me as it presses against me.
I slide my hands up his chest, marveling at the way the planes of muscle feel under my fingers.
For a moment, I just touch him, running my hands over his shoulders, down his biceps…
I brush my fingers over his stomach and around his hips.
He shivers, then begins to pepper my shoulders with the most gentle kisses.
As I take my time exploring him, I lift and lower slightly so his cock is rubbing along the outside of my slit. I’m positively soaked and when I angle back just a bit, his length slides over my clit. I continue moving, both of us making breathy pleasurable sounds.
“Enough,” Brevan growls as he grips my hips. I roll forward, lifting slightly, then lower, slowly at first. He groans when he enters me, but when I slam down the rest of the way, letting him fill me completely, I moan and he curses.
His hands support my back as I ride him.
“Taylan,” he breathes.
“Shh,” I manage.
He kisses my chest, then turns his mouth to my nipples, licking and sucking and nipping at each one in turn.
His hands caress and tighten on each breast and all the sensations are sending me into an absolute frenzy.
I roll my hips and lift and lower, each movement has his cock hitting a slightly different place inside me.
Tension grows low in my belly, winding tighter and tighter.
I grip his shoulders for support, my fingernails biting into his skin.
“Gods, Tylan.” Brevan grabs my face, then pulls me toward him.
His lips crash against mine. He slides his tongue in and I meet him stroke for stroke.
His fingers tangle into my hair and his other hand is on my back, pulling me closer to him.
I moan into his mouth, my breathing quickening as I move closer to my release.
He breaks the kiss but only pulls back enough to whisper, “tell me you’re mine, Taylan.”
I don’t hesitate. “I’m yours.”
When his lips press against mine, there’s something different about it. The pressure is intense, almost painful, but I push back, eager to meet his demand. It’s a kiss laced with promise, but it’s something dark and dangerous.
The shadows stir in my chest, expanding outward, desperate to escape. I don’t fight them as they escape me, swirling around us like an embrace. They slither over my skin, then caress me like a lover’s arms. I direct them to him, touching him in all the places my hands already explored.
Brevan groans, clearly enjoying the extra sensations. I smile into our kiss and I feel him return the gesture. This time, I’m the one who pulls away. “Tell me you’re mine.”
His thumb caresses my cheek. “I’m yours. Only yours. For as long as you’ll have me.”
“How about forever?” I ask.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” His tone is sad but before I can comment, he slams his lips against mine and everything empties from my mind.
His arms wrap around me, and he lifts me, then tosses me onto the pallet. I gasp when I hit the soft furs but mostly I’m annoyed by the sudden interruption in pleasure.
A hand glides up my side from my hip to my breast, then lingers there. His knee touches my thigh and pulls my legs apart before settling between my hips. I reach for him, grabbing his shoulders. “That was rude.”
“I can’t always let you be in charge. It’s my turn.” His fingers brush over my slit, then he pushes two inside me. I grip his shoulders tighter as the tension that was near explosion returns as if it never left.
His fingers curve inside me and sharp cries of pleasure escape my lips with each thrust.
“You are so fucking wet.” His breath is hot against my sensitive skin and I tense when I realize where his mouth is. Before I can even anticipate the new sensation, his tongue flicks across my clit.
My eyes flutter closed and I fight against the blissful agony of the building tension.
I tangle my fingers into his hair while his tongue moves in practiced motions and his fingers continue in a rhythm that sends me over the edge.
My fingers tighten, pulling on his hair as I come. “Gods, oh gods, Brevan!”
He rises quickly, then covers my mouth with his hand. His lips move to my ear. “While I appreciate the praise, we don’t need an audience.”
My cheeks burn and I nod. He replaces his hand with his mouth and then I feel between my thighs. It slides over my slit. I lift my hips just as the head is at the entrance. He adjusts, and most of him enters me. I suck in a breath, then whisper against his lips, “I want all of you.”
I feel his lips move to a smile right before he thrusts into me. My back arches and I force my lips together to prevent from crying out. He moves hard and fast, each thrust almost painful in the most delicious way.
My moans are little throaty sounds muted by my attempts to keep quiet.
His breathing quickens as his pace intensifies.
Pressure builds and I’m trying to hold back, but I’m losing the battle.
He lowers his head so his face is nestled between my cheek and my shoulder.
Our bodies are impossibly connected as he drives into me.
I’m so close. My breathing is coming out in little gasps and I can’t manage a full breath.
Tension winds in my center like a coil wound too tight.
My body trembles as I resist letting go.
When I can’t hold it in anymore, I grab one of the furs and pull it over my mouth to muffle my cries.
Brevan groans, his body tensing and as he spills into me, ripples of pleasure radiate through my body and my arms shake with the effort of holding back.
As the sensation fades, I set aside the furs, then look to where I know Brevan is staring down at me.
I can’t see him, but I reach for his face.
He captures my wrist, then presses gentle kisses to my palm before leaning down and kissing me slowly, reverently, like he’s memorizing the way this feels. Or maybe that’s what I’m doing.
“Brevan, you in there?” Caiden’s voice sounds from outside the tent. I dive under the furs, hiding quickly.
Fabric rustles as he enters the tent. “Were you sleeping?”
“I knocked over the lamp,” Brevan replies. “Hold on.”
There’s a rustling that I think is the enforcer pulling on his trousers and a chill runs through me when I realize my nightgown is on the floor.
“I heard you had a brush with the elm’s breath when you found it. You alright?” Caiden asks.
“Yeah, it could’ve been a lot worse,” Brevan tells him.
“We’re lucky you didn’t touch the flowers,” he says. “It’s getting stronger. You realize that don’t you? They’re mixing it with something we don’t have here. It has to be their assassins. They’re getting bolder.”
“Maybe,” Brevan says.
I try to breathe slowly and quietly. At first it was so Caiden wouldn’t hear me, but now it’s so I don’t miss any of the conversation.
“None of those men had any recollection of how they got the poison or where it came from. I believe them,” Caiden says.
“But you killed them anyway,” Brevan says.
“Of course I did. You know how it is. Once they’re being controlled by the Nubaris it’s over. You can’t break free of that influence. Their magic is too strong.”
“Nobody has seen a Nubari in centuries,” Brevan says. “When Roselyn gave that prediction, she was so young. Her magic was untested and your father—well, he made her change it.”
“But there’s nothing that says she can’t change it back, right? What if she was angry with my father? What if those monsters that have been breaking free aren’t from a lack of control. What if she’s changing the future on purpose?” Caiden asks.