Page 50 of The Oracle's Journey

He wished the rest of us a goodnight and left.

Emma turned melancholy eyes on me and said, “This isn’t going as I’d hoped.”

I gave her a quick hug. “You’re tired. Get ready for bed and sleep. Tomorrow is a new day.”

Then I considered taking my own advice. I’d succeeded in gaining more woe in the last hour because of thoughtless words and implications that might not be as serious as they seemed. Maybe I should put them down for the time and just enjoy having a roof and a bed and a male that loves me. I shut a mental door on those worries for the night.

Emma took Lhoris’ and my hands, breathed deeply, and seemed to relax a little, clearly enjoying the balance and grounding we brought to her churning mind.

“Goodnight, Emma,” Lhoris said before leading me out of the suite.

Lobikno sat in a chair outside the door, opposite Guille. I squinted at Lobikno and thought he was in that bizarre meditative sleep state. Guille stared at him.

“Are you two having a staring contest?” Lhoris asked, eyes glinting with mischief.

Guille nodded. “Bastard’s good.”

“Oh, well, carry on,” Lhoris said and guided me to our room, hand on my lower back.

“You’re both terrible,” I scolded in a playful whisper as we approached our door.

“The games we males play,” he met my eyes, winked, and pressed in close, almost pinning my back to the door.

I bit my lower lip as he unlocked it and swept me into the room. My heart fluttered in anticipation as he closed the door behind us with one foot and pulled me full against him. He bent to press his lips against mine in a slow, purposeful kiss. Lhoris stole my breath with every eager caress of his tongue, stoking the heat rising within my belly. We didn’t have to worry about wild animals, or attackers, or an audience—finally, just us!

It was time to savor.

I untucked his shirt and lightly ran my fingers over the lean muscle of his lower back and up to his shoulder blades. He smiled against my lips and then turned to speak by my ear.

“I can’t believe we are finally here. I can’t believe I can finally appreciate every bit of you.”

“Mm-hmm.” I nibbled at his collarbone where it peeked out of his shirt, inhaling. How could I ever get enough of his earthy, herbal scent? My fingertips dipped below the waistband at the back of his pants, summoning shivers and goosebumps across the sensitive skin there.

“Ticklish?” I kissed the base of his throat, feeling his chuckle vibrate against my lips.

“Only for you,” he said, eyes closed, his radiant smile broad and warm. And it made me weak. The sins I would commit to see that smile ...

“You’re breathtaking,” I said, admiring his face in the fading sunlight, breathing in as much of him as I could.

He opened his eyes and looked down at me. “Did you just read my mind. I couldn’t decide on breathtaking, or mouthwatering, or …”

“I mean it,” I cut him off. “You’re just so …” I dug my fingers into the small of his back as if I could possibly pull him closer. “...ugh, so what I want.”

I may have worried that we’d been manipulated, but my attraction to him was without question. I’d devour him if I could.

He cupped my cheek, one side of his mouth quirking up and said, “I couldn’t have said it better.”

Then he kissed me again, more urgently this time. I moaned and melted into him as he scooped me up and carried me to the bed.

Lhoris

Not wanting to waste any time, we scrambled out of our shoes and clothes, scattering pieces across the floor and furniture. I pulled her warm body against mine, erection pressed against her belly. Soft, smooth flesh shivered beneath my roving hands, gliding over the curves of her hips and ass. My breath caught in my throat when she slid her fingers between us to touch me, stroke me, but it wasn’t what I wanted. Not yet. I’d spent days considering how I wanted this night to go.

Hands on her hips, I directed her backwards a few steps until her knees hit the bed frame, forcing her to sit. “On your back.” She did as I instructed, an anticipatory grin on her face. I smiled back, brushing my fingertips over her belly. I crouched down onto my knees and lifted one of her thighs onto my shoulder.

The heady scent of her arousal made my mouth water. I’d been longing to be there. Painfully so. I kissed and nibbled and licked up her inner thigh, making her twitch and shiver, until I came to the point where her desire pooled. I shoved her other thigh aside and leaned in to taste her. A small groan buzzed in my throat, the bliss of finally sampling her, sweet and thick, from the source. Ozanna gasped when my tongue stroked and teased over her clit. She arched her back and whimpered, and I had to rest my hand on her belly to keep her in place. I wanted nothing more than to lose myself in her scent and flavor until she screamed; it wouldn’t do to have her wriggle away before I had my fill. She trembled under my tongue, her halting breaths ragged, and I savored every glorious fucking second of it.

“Do you have any idea how fucking good you taste?” I asked and slid a finger inside her. “Is all this because of me? My cock is going to glide right in.”

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