Page 46 of Their War

I stiffened when his finger circled that puckered rose. Still, I moaned at the contact, surprised that I wanted it. He chuckled darkly. “I take that as a no.”

He pushed a finger slowly inside, sliding down my body and pressing a kiss to each breast, then each hip until he was settled firmly between my thighs. He watched his finger dip in and out, slowly pressing deeper and deeper. “The key here is to relax; any tension can create more friction or pain than intended,” he instructed me.

I moaned as he pressed his finger back inside, my thighs squeezing his shoulders as he pressed deeper. “Easy for you to say,” I panted out.

“Hmm...This just won't do.”

Before I could ask him what he meant, his mouth clamped down on my clit as he sucked hard. “Fuck!” I cried out, my legs falling further open, allowing him to get his finger fully seated inside me.

I panted as he pulled it out, his mouth licking up from my opening to my clit like I was an ice cream cone. “Your desire is absolutely delicious,” he said as he closed his eyes, savoring the taste of me, before leaning back down and thrusting his tongue inside me as his finger plunged back in.

“Holy shit!” I panted. “I'm so close, Brannoc. Don't stop.”

His finger picked up the pace, sliding in and out of my ass easily now, his tongue fucking me relentlessly. He added a second finger, stretching me out further and pushing me closer to my release with the added pressure. The burn just on the right side of pleasure, the small amount of pain making me crave more from him. My men had a thing for my ass, but if it brought this kind of pleasure and fullness, I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to take one of them fully inside me there. Not only that but two of them. I could only imagine the bliss that those activities would bring.

Brannoc continued his assault on my body, wringing sensations from me that I had never felt before, but just as I started to climb that pinnacle, he stopped, pulling away from me. I whined, actually whined, at the sudden loss of him. I went to snap at him for stopping, but instead, my mouth dried at the sight of him standing, gripping himself in his hand, and squeezing until a drop leaked from the tip.

Licking my lips, I wanted to taste him, to please him like he'd done to me. “No,” he snapped, jerking me from my movements. I hadn't even realized I'd started to move to take him in my mouth. I laid back on the bed, letting him take the lead again, promising myself that next time I would take him. Next time, I would be in control. But holy shit, I wanted what he was offering me right now.

Lying still, I panted as he rubbed his dick through my moisture, slipping up and down, toying with me. He kept his eyes on me the whole time, watching each of my reactions. Finally, I couldn't take any more. I wrapped my heels around the back of his thighs, pulling him forward until he was lying on top of me, his forearms having caught his descent. “Enough,” I growled out.

He smirked, his eyes holding mine as he pushed forward slowly. I tried to rush him, pulling him again with my heels, but he resisted. He tortured me until he was finally seated fully inside me, stretching me. He held me still when I tried to move, needing him to push me over this cliff that he'd abandoned me on.

Instead, he leaned forward, claiming my mouth tenderly. At this moment, I didn't need a bond with him. I knew what he was feeling, what he was trying to tell me with this kiss. I let go, kissing him back just as deeply, letting him know that I felt it, too. That there was something more here than just passion and desire.

He started to move, as if no longer able to hold himself back, slowly at first, shallow absentminded strokes, his own body demanding pleasure, needing to feel the slide of himself in and out of my pussy as I clenched my muscles, urging him on. He continued to kiss me before quickly picking up speed, thrusting in and out, circling his hips with each thrust, brushing up against my G-spot and clit until I was a panting mess. My cries of ecstasy sounded out each time he made contact. Grabbing my hips for leverage, he ended the kiss, sitting up and pausing. His eyes roved over my body, my flushed chest and slicked skin, the evidence of his magic over me. This wasn’t some outside force, just two people finding heaven in each other’s embrace. Our eyes met as he slammed into me hard.

Over and over, again and again, he fucked me, our eyes never leaving each other’s. The force of each thrust hurtled us toward euphoria. Reaching a hand around, he brushed his thumb against my clit. “Come for me, Rhowyn. Now.” His words sent me soaring as I succumbed. Black spots dotted my vision as I milked him, squeezing him tightly until he joined me. His shadows escaped to dance between us in his release, caressing my skin and adding another layer to our pleasure until it finally wrapped around me, every inch of me covered by the inky, black haze, before they sank into my skin, burrowing deep inside me.

Looking up at Brannoc to see if that was normal, I found wide eyes, no longer consumed by black. His expression said everything. That whatever just transpired had never happened to him before.

Chapter Twenty Six: Rhowyn

“So, don't take this wrong way, but what the fuck was that?” I snapped at Brannoc, starting to panic as he stood there in shock.

“I don't know. That's never happened before.”

“Obviously,” I snarked back, falling back into old habits with my fear of what had just occurred.

Someone pounded on the door loudly, Arryn clearly sensing my fear and panic through the bond. “Rhowyn!”

“I'm okay,” I called out to him, even though I wasn't sure if that was a lie or not.

“Brannoc, let me in,” Arryn demanded.

Pushing back from me, Brannoc strode across the room, unconcerned that he was naked and still semi hard, covered in my release. Running his hands through his hair, he let Arryn in. “Just you.”

Arryn nodded, clearly trying to keep the rest of the guys back. Once the door shut behind him, he closed the distance between us as I tried to cover up. “What happened?”

“Well, we were just doing our thing. Which I hope is okay, by the way. I didn't ask, and I should have. God, I'm terrible at this whole relationship thing,” I rambled, hiding my face with my hands in embarrassment and shame.

He pulled me into a hug, running a hand up and down my back. “Shhh... it's okay, Rhowyn. We know. We told Brannoc tonight that he had our blessing.”

I sighed, hugging him back, thankful that these guys didn't hate me. That I hadn’t royally fucked up one of the best things that had ever happened to me because right now, I needed his steady embrace. Turning to Brannoc, Arryn asked again, “What happened?”

“I don't know exactly. When I, um, finished, my shadows lashed out. I've never lost control of them like that before. But they somehow managed to be absorbed by Rhowyn,” Brannoc admitted, running his hands repeatedly through his dark hair, fear making his skin pale in stark contrast to his dark tattoos.

“What do you mean?” Arryn’s voice remained calm, keeping us both from going into full-blown panic attacks.

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