Page 160 of A Dawn of Gods & Fury

“You can pretend.” Tyree’s hand skims my inner thigh. “I trust you.”

I let my teeth scrape across his jugular as I revel in his hot skin and the way his pulse begins to race with anticipation against the flat of my tongue. And I admit to myself that, yes, I would beg the fates to allow me such an intimate act, so I could share it with Tyree.

His fingers slip beneath the fabric of my undergarment and into my slick core.

I moan at the sudden intrusion.

“Annika.” Tyree’s voice has turned gruff. Fisting my braid, he gently but forcefully guides my body backward until my back bows.

My eyes meet the ceiling as his teeth clamp over my nipple, the sticky sweet honey coating on his cheek and chin smearing over my skin with abandon as he sucks, all the while his other hand continues rubbing my sensitive flesh with a skilled touch.

I fumble with his breeches between us, unfastening the buckle, granting me access.

“Still looking for that ring?” He chuckles against my flesh.

“I am. Do you have it in here?” A sigh sails from my lips as I slip my hand inside to grip his hard length, his skin hot and velvety smooth, his size pleasing.

His mirth cuts off with a curse. “Fuck, Annika.” He releases his grasp on my hair, allowing me to make a show of sucking the honey from my thumb as he watches intently.

Suddenly, I’m on my back again, with Tyree on his knees, working my nightgown and undergarments off me. He tosses them off to the side. His gaze rakes over my naked body splayed before him. “You are a hundred times more beautiful than all the stories across the realms ever suggested.”

An answer to a summoning, he had called me earlier, in a moment that stalled my heart and made me question how he could be the same Tyree I’ve hated for so long.

Kneeling before me now, the candlelight glinting off his honed form, his chest heaving with his ragged breaths, surely the same could be said of him.

Ignoring the gooseflesh that has erupted over my skin, I stretch my arms over my head and part my legs wide for him, inviting him in. “Do not be afraid to worship me.”

His easy smile fades, the only warning I have before he seizes the backs of my knees and drags my body down, bending my legs in a vulnerable position that I can’t free myself from. “How is this for worshipping you?” Holding my eyes, he leans forward.

My back arches at the first swipe of his tongue across my center, vaguely aware of the stickiness from the honey on his cheek and jaw coating my skin, but not caring as he laps again and again with skilled strokes, his fingers digging into my flesh, just short of painfully.

“Fates,” slips out on a breath as I close my eyes. He is even better at this than he is swinging his sword. Reaching down, I collect a fistful of his hair, pulling his mouth flush with my skin as I strain against his hold on my legs.

His groan vibrates deep inside me, stirring a need that quickly morphs into a rush of intensity as pleasure surges up my spine. Tyree’s tongue has brought me to the edge in seconds—seconds!

He pulls away. “Too soon.” His breath skates across my sensitive flesh, teasing me as I wait with anticipation for the next lick.

Releasing one of my legs, he guides it over his shoulder, freeing a hand. After a torturous pause, he drags his finger through my slit.

I feel something wet and sticky trailing with it. I peer down to watch him stick a honey-coated finger into his mouth to suck it clean.

“You did not just do that!” I admonish, feeling a dollop of honey oozing down my center.

He answers with a wide grin, and then his face is buried again, his fingers joining his tongue to working relentlessly over my sensitive flesh, the strokes hard and purposeful.

My hands grasp at the blanket as I stare up at the barn’s rafters, the intensity of his attention overwhelming. It’s not long before I’m grinding and bucking against his mouth, overcome with wave after wave of euphoria.

My body is limp as he climbs onto me, having shucked his breeches in the hazy aftermath of my orgasm. “Still worried about whether you’ll enjoy fucking as much?” he whispers against my lips, his glistening and tasting of my pleasure and Ezra’s honey.

Every time he says that word …

I devour his mouth, no longer caring if he knows how attracted I am to him. He matches my passion, the tip of his cock teasing my entrance before he pushes inside me with a gentle thrust.

My lips fall apart with a cry as my body stretches to accept him.

“Shh,” he warns through a kiss, his hand slipping beneath me to cup my nape as he sinks deeper into me. “I doubt anyone will believe these sounds are coming from the horses.”

I bite his bottom lip in answer, earning his growl. “Shh,” I mock warn. Meanwhile, my body is aching for him in any way I can have him.

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