Page 21 of Claws of Death

His hands slide down to grab my ass, lifting me into position so his cock is poised right at my entrance while his mouth roams my neck, my breasts, licking droplets of water off my skin.

“Gods, how I’ve missed you.” With a groan, he sheathes himself inside of me, and I scream out with pleasure as he slams into me. I hold onto his neck with one arm, finding his mouth with mine, while the other hand wanders the planes of his chest, slides to his back, his neck, to knot in his hair.

Slowly, he pulls out again, allowing the water to come between us for a heartbeat, two.

“Please,” I whisper between kisses.

“Please what, my queen?” He’s breathless, tense, every last muscle in his body coiled tight as he withholds what we both need.

“Please fuck me into oblivion.” The words are out before I can think, and I have the briefest of recollections of him using that exact same phrase once, on our wedding night. Only, then he’d asked me to pretend while today… Today, there is no pretending. There’s only the raw force that is our need for each other.

His wicked tongue slides into my mouth, claiming me in a deep, desperate kiss, and he grabs my hips, walking us toward the wall of rocks at our side.

“Repeat that for me.” He presses me up against the stone, one hand protecting my head while the other one holds onto my hip, and he pushes into me an inch, then another, teasing while I clench around whatever of him I can get. The blue of his eyes has turned near black, pupils blown out with desire, and his grasp on my flesh has turned near painful.

“Fuck me, Myron.”

Like a leash, his self-control snaps, and he thrusts into me, hard and fast, setting my core aflame with pleasure and greed for more of him, always more.

I’ll never get enough of this male, of the way his body fuses with mine in mind-blowing perfection. Every thrust drives me closer to a cliff, every slide of his tongue against mine claims my senses. I barely feel the rock biting into my back as I use it as leverage to take him even deeper, and Guardians, I don’t care who hears me when I moan with every new thrust. Myron moves his hand from my hip to my swollen breasts, squeezing and stroking with expert fingers. When I think I can’t take any more and I need to come then and there, he pinches my nipple ever so slightly, and the world explodes in a kaleidoscope of stars. Myron doesn’t stop, though. And I don’t want him to. His hand cradles my head, thumb caressing my neck, and he stops kissing me, eyes drinking in my face as I fall from one climax to the edge of the next.

His other hand slides between us while he slows his thrusts, drawing circles around my clit until all I can feel is the glorious desperation of wanting more of him.

I can’t think anymore, can’t even remember my name, shivers of pleasure rolling up and down my spine with each time he brushes up against me. He’s the ocean, and I’m a ship tossed over his waves. He’s the wind, and I’m the sail, catching onto him as together we gain speed.

“Come for me, Ayna,” he whispers, and it’s all there in those few words—all the feelings spoken and unspoken that might ruin us both forever.

My entire body is strung tight, chasing the bliss of the moment, and Myron is right there with me as I fall over the edge a second time. He’s shaking, quivering inside me as he finds his release, and he buries his head against my neck, inhaling me like that’s the only way he can breathe.

The last throes of my own release keep me locked to him until our hearts slow and the bubble of bliss slowly lifts from our steaming skin.

“What will we do?” I ask as he lowers me to my feet, one hand cradling my cheek as if he can’t get himself to let go just yet.

Myron leans in for a slow, deep kiss, both his hands framing my face., then brushes his lips to my forehead. “It doesn’t matter what we do, Ayna, as long as we do it together.”

Ayna

The cave isn’ta comfortable space to sleep in, but I get used to it fast. It doesn’t matter where along the roughly hewn walls I lie down each night as long as it is next to Myron. We’ve spent the past few days catching our group up on the details of our separated journeys, the danger of Erina’s new weapon, the feud between Myron and Ephegos, and Andraya and Pouly have given more details about the Tavrasian rebels.

Since the great slaughter of the Milevishja line by Erina’s ancestors, the rebels have built up a network of spies and mercenaries willing to put the true Milevishja heir back on the throne. Naturally, this includes lots of secrecy. Secrecyof a sort that didn’t allow for anyone to find me before my mother took me away to the edge of Tavras where I finally disappeared onto a ship and sailed away.

A glance at Myron, Silas, and Royad chatting by the fire tells me it might have been for the best they didn’t, or I’d never have met the Crow King.

As if in response to my thought, my tattoo tingles, and on the other side of the fire, Myron reaches for his own shoulder, a smile on his lips.

“Honestly, your head will explode if you keep thinking all the time,”Kaira notes from where she’s nibbling on a piece of bread. “Mine will for sure.”She raises a brow, which doesn’t go unnoticed by Herinor, who’s sitting a bit away from the other Crows, quietly talking to Astorian.

Clio left for Aceleau again, keeping her brother in the fairy capital up to date on everything that happens in this little cave. Andraya and Pouly are resting at the back of the space, curled up side by side, arms tucked under their heads. The two rebels insisted on taking the final watch of the night, and I didn’t have it in me to refuse them despite the fairies, and even I, all being better equipped to detect disturbances than they are.

“We should go to Aceleau together,” Royad notes loud enough for everyone with fairy senses to pick up, so my Crow hearing does, and I can’t help but frown at my friend.

“You know we won’t stand a chance against them if we don’t get support, even if we find a few survivors in the Seeing Forest,” Myron backs his cousin’s approach. “If Erina truly found a way to produce the magic-nullifying drug faster, he has a weapon that will work against armies.”

Myron shared their original plan to search for Crow survivors in the Seeing Forest first, but with Erina making such progress with his weapon, we have no time to lose.

“It’s bad enough they extract the foundation for the drug from Flame blood,” Kaira throws in, a shudder raking through her body. The fact that none of her injuries are visible any longer doesn’t mean she didn’t suffer and it didn’t leave a mark.

“Fucking bastards.” Herinor launches to his feet, pacing behind the fire like a caged animal. “I knew there was a deeper meaning to those meetings with Jeseida?—”

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