Page 109 of Secrets of Graves and Gold

Reaching around Ivy, I tap Alek’s arm. “Do you have any inspired ideas for how we might bring Stav into the fun?”

Alek peers around, his bright eyes glazed with pleasure. He pauses for a second, and I think his flush deepens.

“Hands or mouth?” His gaze darts to Ivy. “Whatever you’d like most.”

Ivy lets out a husky chuckle. “Maybe I could try both.”

She waves Stavros closer and grasps the tie of his robe. As he sheds it, she tugs him higher on his knees.

Stavros watches her with the same air of disbelief I saw before, mingled with the passion flaring in his gaze. When she grips the base of his erection and dips her head to flick her tongue over the tip, his eyes roll back.

“Fuck,” he rasps, tangling his fingers in her hair. “Ivy, you don’t need to?—”

She interrupts him with a dismissive noise. “I want to have all of you.”

Then she takes the head of his cock right into her mouth, and he rocks to meet her with a groan. “Gods, you’re a fucking miracle.”

That she is.

All of us move together, we three thrusting up to meet Ivy as she descends over us. She swallows us up again and again by every means she has.

The quivers of pleasure that race through her body in answer to my own delight reassure me that she’s enjoying this interlude just as much as I am.

We’re like a wave, surging up over and over. Lifting her higher and higher while we spiral toward our own climaxes.

I dapple kisses across her shoulder blades between my panting breaths. “So lovely. Our Ivy. You’re perfect.”

The giddy heat builds in my groin. I push into her harder, faster, determined to bring her over the edge before I give in?—

Ivy gasps around Stavros’s cock. Her muscles clench around me, and I’m lost, spilling myself with my last several thrusts, clasping her tightly as she shudders against me. The ecstasy of the moment sears through me like a surge of the most delicious fire.

With Ivy’s cry of release, Alek grunts and stiffens too. He buries his face against her neck.

Stavros shifts as if to withdraw, but Ivy’s hand tightens around his shaft. She pumps him faster, her lips pursing around the head of his cock as if determined to haul him with the rest of us.

His hand twitches in her hair, and his breath hisses out through his teeth as he gives himself over to her demand.

Ivy slumps between us with a wordless but happy murmur. I wrap my arms around her and kiss the side of her neck, not willing to let go of the moment just yet.

I may not be serving my mother’s ambitions for me or the godlen I dedicated myself as fully as I’m capable of… but I’m not sure I could regret what I’ve given to this woman. Even if this is the last chance I get before this quest proves my undoing.

Thirty-One

Ivy

After so long riding Toast bareback, it feels strange to have a saddle beneath me again. Also strange to be wearing fine linen rather than coarse, dirty wool against my skin.

Both Stavros and I took a new outfit from the temple’s offerings this morning. The former general particularly wanted to look more like his noble self for our current mission.

The tunic he’s wearing beneath his cloak is embroidered with regular thread rather than gold or silver, and the fabric isn’t quite as fine as he’d have worn at Sovereign College. But he looks more like his old self as he rides beside me.

I tug my own cloak closer around me against the chilly but not biting breeze and scan the countryside. We skirted the town about an hour ago and haven’t passed any close settlements larger than a farm since. Regardless, I’m keeping concealing magic wrapped around us.

For this particular task, we can’t be too careful.

As if picking up on my thoughts, Stavros glances over at me. “Are you sure you want to take this risk? We’ll be dealing with royal military security—and if we’re caught?—”

I make a dismissive sound. “Sneaking in and out of places is one of my specialties even without magic. It’s not as if you could knock on the door and expect them to agree to your request.”

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