Page 55 of Crescent Warrior

“Please,” she whimpered, her body failing her, sinking further into the wet sand, her head turned to the side as she buckled into his hands, letting him take her full weight.

“The things I have planned for you, my Lyta.” He chuckled darkly, nudging her clit. He reached back to rinse the sand off of his fingers with the clear water behind him before parting her lips, spreading her and exposing her, stroking her lovingly before focusing on her clit directly.

She cried out, bucking against him, the pressure making her dizzy. She was panting, trembling against his hold around her stomach, where he bore her weight. “Do you want to hear how I’m going to fuck you the first time?”

He nudged her wet hair away from her ear so he could press his tongue against the shell before murmuring, “I’m going to push into you nice and slow. Get you used to me so I don’t hurt you.”

She jerked in his arms, his masterful fingers playing her like an instrument.

“Then I’m going to stay in your tight, sweet pussy until you realize I was made to be inside of you.”

She shook her head from side to side, keening as the excruciating tingle of pleasure spread inside her, burning her from inside out.

“After that,” he strummed her clit faster and harder than before. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk.”

His fingers mimicked his words, pushing inside of her, strong and unrelenting. She screamed, her body spiraling as fire burst in her veins, spreading out from her clit to the rest of her body, making her shake uncontrollably in his arms.

He held her through it, his strong arms keeping her steady as he continued fucking her with his fingers, his thumb drawing out her orgasm until she was a pile of mush, whimpering and trembling at the overstimulation.

Only then did he stop, lifting those same fingers to his lips, sucking on them and watching her, making sure she saw everything. She swallowed, overwhelmed by the intensity of what just happened.

His eyes softened when he saw her expression, and he leaned forward to kiss her, her taste still lingering on his lips. She kissed him with abandon, losing herself and her feelings in it.

Stepping inside her old house brought back so many memories that Hippolyta hesitated at the threshold. Cole was behind her, holding their bags and watching her closely.

“It smells like home,” she murmured, reaching out to caress the molding that still had bite marks from when she first learned to transform. Her heart was almost bursting with nostalgia and love.

Moving forward, she saw that everything was lovingly taken care of, the wood gleaming and freshly polished, the stone scrubbed clean and dust free. Moving quickly to the window, she peered outside to see the oak that her father planted when she was born flourishing.

She sighed, remembering how they used to climb the low branches. Now it towered high enough to pose a challenge. She smiled at Cole who stepped up behind her, his arms coming around her, bracketing her hips.

“Look how big it got,” she whispered, turning in his arms to look up at him.

He smiled down at her, pressing a kiss to her nose. “I know.”

She felt sadness spread through her heart at the thought of him here, alone, without a family. Castor and Pollux might have taken him under their wing, but he would have been just as lonely as she was, her heart breaking constantly with her distance from him.

Leaning against him, pressing her forehead to his chest, she inhaled deeply, the feeling of belonging, as always, seeping into her through him. As her heart ached, filled to the brim, she squeezed her eyes shut, feeling him wrap his arms around her tightly.

“I finally feel at home again,” he murmured, holding her to him, and she choked out a laugh. Their thoughts always found a way to coincide.

“We should go make sure everyone’s settled in,” she whispered, even as his hands slid down her back to her ass, giving it a squeeze hard enough to lift her to her toes.

“Or we can stay here,” he whispered, his lips caressing her cheek, moving down to her jaw and neck.

“Damen might need me,” she gasped, her hands squeezing his biceps, holding him close despite her words.

“He’s fine. Forget about him,” he growled low in his throat, nipping at her mark possessively.

“He’s our king,” she laughed. “Our mated king.”

“Then the queen can keep him busy. ”He lifted her with his hold on her ass, wrapping her legs around his waist and taking her into her childhood bedroom.

She didn’t have any time to look around her as he tossed her onto the bed, stalking her with his huge body across the blankets. She scrambled back, away from him, instinctively knowing that he was going to make her submit to him.

“Cole,” she gasped as he flipped her, gripping her hands over her head as he thrust hard against her ass, his heavy cock pressed against her pussy. Her eyes crossed as she felt his heat through the layers of their clothes. He was growling low in his throat, grinding hard.

“How do you want to come, my Lyta?” His voice was nothing but a deep tremor of sound, flooding her veins with fire. “On my tongue? On my fingers?”

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