Page 129 of Last Gift: Supernatural Battle

“Cool. Good to hear.”

“Thanks. Could you let everyone know?” I asked. “Just when they ask. I don’t know how long we’ll be out.”

Sven grimaced. “Is that wise? What if you’re out for a week?”

My demon rose in me, and it was she who answered through our mouth, “There are power gains to be considered, whispering magus. An unfinished mating ritual makes us vulnerable. We do not have much time before the demon king makes his move, but he is not ready yet. First, the gates open. Then the smoke spreads. Battle is close, but not here. The mating ritual is now or never.”

Everyone seemed to understand that they’d spoken to my demon. And that explained why she’d curled back up again after her fury and fear of seeing the smoke arrive. She knew the demon king wasn’t ready yet.

“She’s right,” Huxley spoke. “We found as much in the Vissimo’s archives. The scouting attacks are followed by a larger attack, but when the demon king truly intends to wage war, he opens the gates and sends out the smoke ahead of time.”

How handy would those Vissimo archives have been a month ago…

Sven’s worry was plain, but he pushed it back. “Then have a blast, lovebirds. We’ll do our best here while you’re gone.”

“Thanks, Sven.”

“Whatever. No thanks for the fucking dick in the face.”

“Join the club, my friend.” I closed the portal. “There. Sorted.”

Wild pushed me flat on the bed, then crawled over me. To my surprise, he didn’t banish my black underwear or white tee.

He moved his mouth to my ear. “Hold your breath, my queen.”

“What?”

A portal opened under me, and I was submerged in warm water the next second. I plunged downward, my back quickly finding the bottom of the spring, and I clutched at Wild above.

He dragged us to the surface, and I was pressed against the wall in our cave, a spluttering mess.

Wild’s mouth was hot on my body. Scorching.

“You couldn’t have set us on solid ground?” I choked, rivulets of water running down my face and from my hair.

“Not with my goal in mind,” he murmured against my neck.

I sucked in more air. “What goal would that be?”

In answer, his dark gaze met mine. He rolled my wet, white T-shirt up just below my boobs. He gathered the excess in two handfuls and crossed them over the front as I would if forming a crop top. “On your knees, Tempest.”

He had something delicious in store for us. I’d follow temptation for now. I sank down to chest height in the water, kneeling on a shelf that was either part of the cave, or provided by Wild’s magic.

Wild pushed his hard length through the hole formed by the crossed ends of my tee and settled between my breasts. Once he’d done that, he pulled the ends of my gathered T-shirt tight, forcing my breasts firm either side of his erection.

I peered down, seeing that my nipples were totally visible through the soaking material and straining with the need for his touch.

He hissed, and the sound echoed through the entire cave. “I’m going to fuck this part of you now. You’re going to take it all.”

And get something out of it too—as I already was. The urge to have him inside was almost painful, and that only made me anticipate what was ahead. “Do your worst, handsome.”

Wild slid up and down the valley of my tightly pressed breasts, loosening his hold on my T-shirt to accommodate his girth and increasing speed. The tee held my boobs high, and I bowed my head, putting out my tongue, and relished in his deep groan at the warm sensation offered for the height of each thrust.

He placed the gathered fabric in one hand, his burning eyes on my nipples, and I moaned as he rubbed a thumb over one.

When he pinched it, I cried out. “More, Wild.”

Under the surface, my hips circled against nothing. His snatched growling became more erratic, and then I was hauled upward to standing.

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