Page 95 of Feathers and Thorns

“Where are we going?” she asked as he shouldered his pack and led her out of the tent.

He held a finger to his lips and made a shushing sound.

They passed by the rest of the tents and made their way onto the open field. It was silent, and the late autumn air sent a chill up her spine. There was a slight breeze coming in from the west that seemed to clear away the scent of scorched earth.

“I have one last thing for you,” he replied cryptically as he dragged her onto the wooden platform Jai had used to make his address.

She stood aside as he pulled a thin blanket from his ruck and laid it out on the platform, beckoning her to sit. He was leaning against the wood post, and she crawled to settle between his legs, resting her head back against his shoulder. The half-walls of the platform protected them from most of the elements as she let herself snuggle against Rook’s warm body.

“So, are you going to tell me why we’re out here?” she asked.

“No, I am going to show you.”

As if the night itself had overheard their conversation, a meteor shot across the sky, its tail burning in a brilliant flash of white light.

“Oh, wow!” Soren exclaimed, awestruck by the phenomenon.

“I overheard one of the farmers saying there would be a meteor shower this week.”

“How could he possibly have known that?” Soren asked as another bright flash streaked across the sky.

“His son owned a star-glass and could predict showers up to one month in advance.”

“And if he had been wrong?” she challenged.

“Then the stars would have had to do.”

“It’s perfect,” Soren replied, staring upward as more meteors lit up the night. “You’re perfect.” She turned, pressing her lips to his. He groaned as she climbed into his lap to deepen the kiss.

“You’re … going … to miss it,” he growled between kisses as his hands reached around to grab her from behind, pressing her closer to him.

“No, we won’t,” she replied, kissing down his neck and nipping him hard. She smiled at the little indent her teeth left behind.

“Little bird,” he warned.

“Yes,” she replied in a sing-song voice before tracing the shell of his ear with her tongue and doling out another sharp bite.

“Fuck,” he groaned then commanded, “I want you on your back.”

She did as he said and laid back, the blanket doing little to protect her from the wooden boards.

He moved quickly, stalking toward her on his knees, his eyes as dark as the sky above them. Then, wasting no time, he removed her bottoms, and she squeaked as the cool night air breezed over her sensitized skin. He tossed them aside but chose to leave her undergarments on in case they were interrupted. He didn’t want to share this part of her with anyone. She was his.

He traced the lines of her panties, and she let out a little moan as he slipped a finger past the fabric and teased her core. She was wet and wanting, and he couldn’t wait to taste her.

He stretched the fabric to the side and sucked at her sweet spot as he curled two fingers inside her. She bucked against him, moaning his name.

“Rook, please,” she begged.

“Open your eyes, little bird,” he ordered between licks.

She was so focused on how good he felt between her legs that she hadn’t realized she had closed them. She let out another moan of appreciation, and her eyes shot open.

The entire sky was laid out before her from her new vantage point, and the meteor shower was in full force. Her mouth popped open in an O as he circled her clit and she cried out.

“Be as loud as you want, little bird. No one can hear you. I want you to scream my name to the stars as you come for me.”

“Maker, Rook, right there,” Soren moaned, grinding into him. “Don’t you dare stop.”

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