Page 49 of Feathers and Thorns

Without a word, he began untying the few knots that held the fabric of her outfit together and tossed the material aside. He beckoned for her to sit on the lounge that faced the fireplace, and she complied.

Enara was not shy about her body, apart from the scars on her back, and so she leaned against the cushions, opening her legs for him. His mouth went dry, and he swallowed thickly as he kneeled before her.

He wasted no time, diving into the apex of her thighs like a man starved. He devoured her as she rolled her hips against his mouth. She made no effort to stifle her moans, and the sound made him even more ravenous. It wasn’t until her legs were shaking and he had lapped up the rest of her juices that he gave her what she really wanted.

He lifted her into his arms and, with her legs wrapped firmly around his waist, eased himself into her. Once he was fully seated, he adjusted his grip on the soft flesh of her ass and began sliding in and out, slowly picking up the pace. His breathing became ragged, and Enara’s moans turned to screams of pleasure as he pounded into her. She had a vice grip around his neck, leaning her head back in ecstasy, her long brown hair falling in waves behind her.

The firelight danced off her skin as the warmth from the flames heated them. In that moment, he thought he had never seen anything more beautiful.

He could feel that she was about to climax by the way she tightened around him, and he turned, bringing her mouth to his and pressing her back against the stone wall. He moved with ferocious intent as their mouths clashed.

“Baz, don’t stop,” she whispered as her orgasm crested.

“Never,” he replied, resuming the amorous kiss.

She cried out as she came around him, her nails digging into his shoulder blades as one wave of pleasure after another rolled over her. That pushed him over the edge, and he nuzzled into her neck as he spilled inside of her, pulsing each time her muscles clenched.

They both sighed heavily, and Enara brushed away the hair that was plastered to Baz’s forehead before kissing the tip of his nose. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

It was the best sex of her life, and heat pooled low in her belly as she glanced over at the lounge. Their room was one of the fancier ones in the castle. She would have to thank the king later for his generosity.

She tightened the strings on her navy leather vest before slipping on her boots. Then she gave the still-snoring Baz a quick kiss on the temple before exiting their quarters. She had heard Soren speaking with a man in her room last night and wanted to investigate.

She closed their door and shuffled the few steps to Soren’s, hesitating at the threshold. She debated knocking but decided to say fuck it and walked on in.

“Rise and shine, bitch!” she yelled loudly, smiling at her quip. Her grin quickly faded, however, when her eyes landed on the bed.

A surprised Soren sat up, rubbing her eyes. “What the fuck, Enara? Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

But Enara was too busy staring down the white-haired man in Soren’s bed.

She couldn’t control the rage that flowed through her veins. Rook had shattered Soren’s heart into a million pieces. This was the monster who had killed the only person in her life who had deserved the title of father.

“How dare you come here!” Enara’s nostrils flared, and she saw red as she stalked toward him.

Soren, realizing her friend’s intent, shot up from the bed to stand between them. “Enara, stop!” she demanded, holding up her hands. “Let me explain.”

Enara flicked her eyes to Soren then returned them to the enemy sitting nonchalantly on the edge of her mattress. “How is he even here, Soren? How could you let him into your bed after everything?” Her voice was balanced on a cliff’s edge, walking a tightrope on the verge of snapping.

“If you used your eyes, you would see that we are fully dressed,” Soren said, gesturing to the white outfit she had obviously slept in.

Enara scoffed. “Like that would stop you!”

Enara regretted the words as soon as they flew out of her mouth and immediately began apologizing, but Soren held up a hand to stop her.

“You’re not the first person to insinuate that in the last twenty-four hours,” she said, pointedly looking in Rook’s direction.

To Enara’s surprise, he looked genuinely saddened, but that didn’t make her want to kill him any less.

How dare he call my best friend a whore!

“You asshole, I should chop off your dick for saying that to her.”

The amused grin he responded with only infuriated her more.

“Enara, stop. As entertaining as that would be to watch, we don’t have time for this. The king will send for us soon, and I don’t think he would take kindly to you committing attempted murder under his roof.”

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