Page 45 of Power of Draken

“And you’ll go back to sleep?” he flicks me just once, and I all but howl.

“Yes."

A sensual chuckle tickles the back of my neck. “Good girl.” He brushes his calloused finger over my apex, scraping it with the final firm pressure I need for the world to shatter. My body spasms as waves of pleasure roll through me, each striking hard and fast and hot. I’m trembling by the time the aftershocks start to settle, my body utterly battered from the rippling release, when I hear Kyrian’s soft voice again.

“Breathe in, chaos.”

I do.

“Hang on now.” Before I can process what that can mean, Kyrian thrusts two fingers knuckle deep inside my slick, fluttering sheath. I'm so sensitive from my release that intrusion sends sparks shooting through every fiber of my being. It's too much, too intense, but he doesn't let up. If anything, he increases the pressure and speed. I scream.

Kyrian scissors his fingers inside me, stretching me open. “There you are, taking everything so well. Riding my fingers like you rode my cock last night. Just one more now. One last time. To make sure you remember your promise.”

Kyrian curls his fingers, finding that spot inside me that I hadn’t know existed until last night, but now can’t escape. The wet sounds of his fingers moving in my dripping sex mix with my choked moans as yet another release takes my body. Jolts of rapture spark out from my core to thetips of my toes, my head, and along my spine until I’m nothing but a quivering mass in his arms.

“Now can we sleep?” He asks as if nothing’s happened.

I’m smart enough to keep my mouth shut as I nod.

When I wake up next, the sun is already up and it’s starting to rain. And Logan is still nowhere to be found.

“Saw him just a bit ago,” Kyrian says, his attention on packing up his bedroll. “He wanted to go scout ahead.”

I nod. But I know he is lying.

Chapter 22

Kyrian

“If Logan is scouting, shouldn’t he circle back to tell us what he’s found?” Rowan asks for the third time as we trudge through the rain, which runs rivers along our oiled cloaks. She isn’t believing a word I say to explain Logan’s absence, and I have all of zero ideas of what to do about it. Especially since I’ve no notion of when he’ll be back. If he’ll be back.

In his defense, Rowan had made her feeling toward wolves crystal clear last night. She isn’t just terrified of the creatures, she despises them. So, yes, I understand why he's upset. But things are a great deal more complicated than that, and him running off is doing absolutely nothing to help the situation.

Rutting Logan and his rutting defenses.

“I’m worried about him,” Rowan says.

“I’m not.” I am pissed however. We’d asked Rowan to trust us last night, and—against all odds and common sense—she had taken that leap of faith. She’d been so brave, letting Logan and me work her over despite the mess Chambers had made of her emotions. And the morning after, she wakes up to find the male who she had bared herself to has disappeared. How long until her worry turns to hurt? I fear it already has.

And that’s the last thing I want her to feel.

Truth is, I’m not even surprised that he ran. Last night was intense. I know Logan felt it as much as I did. And Logan… he bolts when he gets too close. When emotions get too real. Knowing when to run was how he survived to adulthood after his pack was decimated and the victors kept him around as a punching bag and warning to others.

But none of that is Rowan’s fault.

Is he even close? I ask Arianda.

Nyx took to the skies when it was still dark, she answers. There is a note of rebuke in her voice. Logan is with Nyx and I’m not with her. I make my apologies and send her a mental caress, which isn’t enough but it’s all I can do for now.

I look over at Rowan, who is still waiting for my answer. “Don’t worry. He’s scouting. He’ll come back if he finds something worth reporting on.”

“How will he know where to find us?” Rowan asks.

“We can always repeat last night and then everyone in a ten mile radius will know where to find us.”

Rowan trips.

I grab her before she can land face first in the mud.

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