Page 33 of An Archer's Reckoning

Spirits, it was the reddest—

“Find something interesting down there?”

A blush flooded through me faster than Órla could fly.

Ayden set his glass on the table and stood.

“Damnation,” I breathed. “You are beautiful.”

He stood less than a pace away, well within reach, yet I found myself unable to move, unable to reach out and trace the lines of his abs or feel the tautness of his skin. I had seen him so many times, even felt him pressed against me, but I had never truly studied him. I knew moments to be fleeting, but everything in me wanted this one to last forever.

“Should we commission a painting? You could stare as long as you like then.”

I tore my gaze from his nipples. His lips were upturned at the corners, and a smart-ass glimmer shone in his eyes.

“A painter might not do justice. I fear, little lordling, you may have to pose for me more often so I might study . . . um . . . the scientific nature of . . .”

“Spirits.” He laughed. “Scientific nature? Am I an experiment now?”

“A grand experiment.” I grinned up at him. “One that needs much closer examination, perhapsinternaldiscovery.”

He stepped forward so his cock swung inches from my face.

“Examine away, oh great Mage.”

I was just about to take him in my mouth, and he had to go there.

“Please, not that. I’m still just me, all right?”

I hadn’t meant my tone to turn so grim, but there it was.

His fingers tangled in my hair, and he lifted my head, forcing our eyes to meet.

“I will call you whatever you like as long as you are mine.”

I stood and took his face in both my hands, inching forward until our breath mingled. “I am yours, Ayden Byrne, now and forever.”

“Prove it.” His whisper tickled my lips.

I stepped forward and pressed my lips to his. Our kisses were tender—until lust overtook every other emotion. Our bodies rubbed together as our cocks stiffened and throbbed. Ayden rocked forward, driving himself into me, the slickness of his excitement fueling my own.

“Bend over that chair.”

His eyes popped open, but he only hesitated for a heartbeat. The moment his hands gripped the chair and his back bent, my fingers spread him wide.

“Oh, yes. This is mine.” I ran my tongue along his rim.

He squirmed. “Fuck, that feels good, Dec.”

I wet a finger and pressed inside him, just enough to enter.

“Ah,” he grunted.

I reached around and gripped his cock then pressed my finger deeper. The twitch was instant. Pre-cum oozed.

My heart raced.

This man—this stupid, beautiful, arrogant man—he wanted me. And he was all mine.

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