Page 134 of The Mirror in the Mountain

Bash’s shadows pushed me back down, pinning my wrists to my sides. I knew I would be able to get free if I wanted to—knew exactly how safe I was with him—but I didn’t so much as try, relishing the heat building inside me as I gave up control.

His fingers caught my chin. “Is this okay?”

My only reply was a loud moan as his shadows slipped between my legs, as eager as I was for this, teasingly sliding into my wetness before moving it around my clit.

Their master didn’t move. “You know the rules, Eva. I need to hear you say it.”

I shivered with desire as I breathed, “Yes.”

Bash’s smile was feline. “Then it’s my turn first, hellion.”

I made a noise of dissent, wanting to taste him, tofeelhim inside me. It was quickly swallowed by my moan as his head lowered between my thighs. He groaned, the rumble of it hot against my core, and I gasped his name.

Those dark tendrils trailed slowly up the midline of my stomach, the sensation of himeverywherealmost unbearable. They teased against my nipples in time to Bash’s tongue until I finally let go, crying out as Bash kept moving, that talentedtongue circling insistently to wring out every second of my pleasure.

I should have felt satiated. Instead, it somehow made me feel even more desperate for him. When I had control of my limbs once again, I lunged at him, the shadows holding me back gone in an instant. Bash chuckled roughly against my lips as I pushed him off the bed with one hand to his chest, forcing him to his feet. That laugh died abruptly as I went to my knees before him.

My fingers trailed lightly down over the lines of muscle carving his abdomen…then lower. He let out a full body groan as I took him into my mouth. My eyelids fluttered closed as I flattened my tongue against him, humming with satisfaction.

“Eyes on me,” Bash ordered, his low voice curling down my spine.

I obeyed, watching him from beneath my lashes. Those shadow-filled eyes went half-lidded as I sucked him deep into my throat, my cheeks hollowing with each shallow thrust of his hips. My fingers dug into his thighs, urging him deeper. The way I wanted him…it felt like it would never be satisfied.

Darkness flared from me in an echo of his teasing tendrils, one wrapping tightly around his thick base, each stroke timed to the suction of my lips.

“Fuck.”

Bash tensed, shuddering. Then he yanked me to my feet, wrapping my legs around his waist as he backed me against the wall. His hands ran down my body, lingering on my backside. I arched against the cool stone, savoring the moment before we were joined—that delicious grind of his shaft against that growing ache between my legs.

“Iwaspromised a throne,” I objected even as I pressed myself against him, unable to wait another moment. I gasped as the head of his cock aligned with my entrance.

Bash held me there, panting against my lips as he leaned his forehead against mine. “We have all night. And all the ones after that, my queen.”

His mouth crashed into mine, then he pushed into me with one slow roll of his hips. I let out a mangled moan at the stretch, writhing against him. One hand tangled in my hair, the other digging into my thigh as he thrust into me, over and over. Rasping my name into the hollow of my neck as he rocked deeper, a shiver of bliss pulsing through me.

I gasped his name in return as he took me unrelentingly, like he couldn’t hold himself back. And I didn’t want him to, my hips meeting and matching his every thrust—each one adding to the building pressure until I thought I might break.

“Be a good girl and scream for me like you promised,” Bash said raggedly. “I want the whole castle to hear you come.”

“I seem to remember it was you who—” I sucked in a short gasp as his shadows slipped between my thighs. “…who promised.”

He gave me that crooked half-grin that made something swoop low in my stomach. “Semantics.”

I canted my hips against him, needing more of him—needing all of him. He angled himself so deep inside me I thought I might come apart.

When I did, I couldn’t hold back my scream of pleasure. My body shuddered in a violent spasm as I unraveled, Bash holding me up as I sagged against him.

I barely realized he had flipped me around until my cheek pressed against the stone. He buried himself back inside me, the evidence of my orgasm dampening my inner thighs. When I whimpered against the new, deeper angle, he let out a satisfied growl that sent a shiver of pleasure down my spine.

It felt almost strange that my desperation for him no longer had anything to do with the threat against our lives. Not whenwe had the rest of them to be together. And yet I was utterly desperate for him, like my need for him would never be entirely sated.

One arm wrapped around my hips, my ass slapping against Bash’s thighs as I arched into his thrusts, that aching pressure building yet again. My darkness whirled around us uncontrollably, turning the stone in front of me black as night though I found myself unable to think about anything but the building heat prickling beneath my skin. His fingers found my clit, and my eyes rolled back, my legs already trembling.

“That’s right, hellion,” Bash groaned. “Come for me.”

I came apart at his command with a cry, his body pinning me to the wall the only thing keeping me upright. I could feel him shudder as he emptied himself inside me, my name falling from his lips.

“Gods, Bash. I…” My words jumbled on my tongue as he slipped from inside me. I was saved by his mouth pressing against mine as he gathered me into his arms, lifting me up like he knew my legs weren’t able to support me yet.

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