Chapter 29 #3
“I only meant we’ll have a battle on our hands.
” Idris’s gaze hardens. “We’ve been planning for this for weeks.
We know our strategies, the surprises up our sleeves.
” A battle with significant disadvantage.
A battle with a hasty new strategy. My mind churns through the problem before us, wishing I knew more of battles and wars.
“If we give the order to retreat, Renza, you have to go. You have to be one of the first to run,” Idris’s voice pulls me out of my spiral.
I blink, mouth dropping open in outrage. The air between us is fizzing with hot, angry sparks.
“Not without you—”
“Yes. You will,” Idris counters, his words hard. “If I live, I’ll come to you—”
“No!” I snarl aggressively, my balled fists pushing against his marble chest. “No, we meet our Fate together.”
“Don’t be stupid, Renza. You are the Maestrus!” Idris scowls, anger crossing his features. “If the city is going to be besieged, they need you leading the defence.”
“You’re the one being stupid!” I snap at him, stepping closer so we’re chest to chest. “You are my Fated. Mine. My life is yours, as yours is mine. I will not abandon something so important. I cannot leave you behind to suffer an unknown Fate. We live or we die, but we do it together.”
“I will not—”
“Would you abandon me? Cast aside my life were the positions reversed?” I demand hotly, sharp stinging tears in my eyes. Idris’s face wrinkles in pain, mouth pursed. He grips my head tighter, pushing his face against mine, as a tear slips free of my lash line.
“Never!” he practically growls.
“Don’t ask me to do what I cannot,” I shout back at him, our lips a fraction apart, our faces a whisker from touching. The air is hissing and scalding. My skin bubbles and roars with hot, vicious energy.
“I cannot. I cannot,” I repeat, shaking my head from side to side against his as tears brim in my eyes.
Idris presses his mouth forwards to swallow up my words. His lips sweep over mine, demanding and destructive, robbing my words from me as his tongue lances forwards to spar with mine. I haul his body against mine, the explosion of fire running down my spine and screaming across my skin.
Idris wraps an arm of molten steel around my body, pressing me harder and harder into him as his mouth continues its battle across mine.
He reaches down, firm, formidable hands grabbing hold of my outer thighs.
With one swift movement he pulls me off my feet.
I wrap my legs around his waist, my head now over his as I dig my fingers into his hair.
I tug and pull his face up to meet mine as I descend upon him with fierce, punishing kisses as he walks us back towards the bed.
I exploit my momentary advantage over him to unleash a wave of wicked sparks.
I run my fingers to the back of his neck, knowing it’ll flood his spine with fire.
I tug on his hair, knowing it’ll rob him of hot, hard breath.
I beat back his tongue into his mouth, refusing to give ground as he throws us both onto the low cot.
It breaks our kiss for a moment, and I see the look of possessive hunger utterly consume him.
That look in his eyes could conquer the world and render its bones ashes.
He descends upon me, now above me. He settles in the cradle of my thighs, grinding his hips forwards against my molten centre.
His mouth assaults my neck with a flurry of swirling, exacting kisses that leaves me fighting for every breath as I buck and arch against the blankets.
His hands make short work of my jacket, practically ripping through buttons as he casts it aside, tugging my shirt free to slip a hand up my stomach.
He breaks his war on my throat for a moment as the linen sweeps past, only to descend again with the fury of a thousand falling stars.
His palm moves with unrelenting fury up my bare stomach, his rough fingers exploring the swirls and dips of my waist. They surge up to grip my breast, squeezing tightly as Idris drops his head.
His teeth grate against my sensitive nipple before nipping down, setting off a chain of fires rippling through my body.
I grip onto his head, gasping as his other hand descends to my trousers.
His mouth lavishes rigorous blows against my breasts.
Panting hard, I buck against him again. I grip his jacket and pull him up to me.
I devour his mouth with mine as my hands claw at his jacket buttons.
As I get it off him, Idris pulls up his shirt with a brisk movement.
I use the moment the shirt is over his head to shove hard on his chest, throwing him back against the blankets.
I straddle him, lowering my mouth to his throat as he pulls his head free.
His low growl makes my stomach clench and my core quicken.
I drag my teeth and lips down the hard landscape of his chest as my hands yank at the belt at his waist. His hands reach for me as I lower myself down his body.
As I tug down his trousers, his thick, hard erection springs free before me.
I look up, meeting his eye before taking it in my hand.
His resulting groan warms my chest as I press my lips against his tip.
“Renza…” His words get lost as I slide down.
His thoughts are garbled noises, frustration and vicious hunger torn to the surface by my hand.
I delight in the effectiveness of my lips and tongue as I tease his cock.
The barrage of fire coursing down my throat, the power purring in my fingertips, is both dementing and divine.
I grip hard, suck cruelly, move with intransigent fury as my other hand sweeps down to grab hold of his balls.
Idris snarls with that movement, fisting the sheets with one hand as the other tangles amongst my dark hair. Then he’s yanking my head away from his groin, managing a concerted effort of composure. The fire raging in his eyes makes me tremble and purr with delight.
He does away with my trousers before pressing me down to the cot.
His hot, fingers sweep up my naked body in a deliberate, tantalising path as all his muscles coil and contract.
He then drops them to my core, sweeping through the soaked, sensitive flesh.
I buck against his slow, scorching fingers as they run a devious, debilitating strike across my centre.
“Idris,” I mewl, as he presses the tip of his erection against my opening.
He drops down so his chest is pressed hard against mine.
His hands cradle my face as he drives his hips home.
My cry is swallowed by his virulent kiss, every inch of his thick, hard cock exploding through my inside likes the sun itself.
He pounds hard, driving and devastating as the hot, harsh mountain between us builds and builds.
He grinds his hips against my soft centre every time before he withdraws.
My hands grip hard onto his shoulders, nails piercing the flesh as I fight the roaring fires and exploding stars coursing through my body.
As we crest the mountain, the world erupts into colours and diamonds as Idris finds his release. My entire body shudders and ripples with the tide of ecstasy. I ride the tide, gasping and panting the entire time.
Idris rolls to the side, panting furiously with me as we look up at the tent ceiling.
Still fighting to control my breath as the regular fury of the bond settles back into place between us, I turn onto my side.
I look up at him as he wrestles with the whispers returning to his mind. I reach forwards, gripping his jaw.
“Together,” I tell him softly.
“Together,” he relents, closing his eyes. I press a kiss to his lips, the hum of victory the sweetest dessert of all.