Page 129 of Bane of the Wild Hunt

It was torturously wonderful, and he was so patient as he wound my body up again and again after every time he stretched me. I was teetering on the edge of what I knew would be a mind-shattering orgasm when he withdrew his finger only to add another when he reinserted.

“Oh!” I gasped, my body clenching and clinging to the added girth greedily. Every few strokes he would scissor his digits towiden my channel and then reward me with his thumb on my clit and his tongue on my nipples.

This time when he pushed his cock inside, the pinch and burn were so slight I didn’t even flinch, and his length glided in much more smoothly.

He had been withholding his pleasure until he knew it was not going to hurt me; I could tell by the way his face tensed and his breathing hitched. But once he was buried to the hilt, his eyes closed in pure bliss, he finally dropped his head to my shoulder to unleash a shuddering groan.

“Gods, Amira. You feel good,” he rumbled.

He started to move, tentative at first to make sure I was still alright, but then we began to find a rhythm together until it felt like we had become one. And I was so relieved that he had not done as I’d insisted and kept plunging in when my body was not ready for him. This was so,somuch better. Every steady thrust was pure bliss.

My body quickened, teasing me with the promise of an orgasm that danced just beyond my reach, but it was alright. Just being so close to him and feeling him delight in my body was enough.

Until he started getting close.

I could hear the change in his groans and feel it in the frantic increase of his tempo. And I desperately wanted to know how it felt to climax with him inside me.

So I slipped a hand between us, keeping it flat against my belly. With him driving into me relentlessly, his harsh grunts in my ear, and his enormous and beautiful body flexing and heaving against me…

All it took was a little precise pressure on my clit.

I cried out, louder than expected, arching and quaking beneath him as his cock seemed to drive my orgasm on longer and harder than I’d ever experienced before. The sensation ofmy sex milking him in spasms of the sweetest pleasure was unlike anything I’d expected.

He gave a vicious growl, more animal than I had ever heard him, and pinned me in place as he filled me with spurts of tingling heat. It was so intense for him that his invisible wings appeared again, hovering above me and shuddering in utter capitulation. He was completely spent, nearly crushing me when he collapsed against me.

And that was when the magnet between us, the tug that he had been resisting until that moment, suddenly surged. It pulled our minds together at such an undeniable force that it felt like my consciousness abruptly shattered into a thousand pieces that scattered in every direction.

And then it all fused back together into a single new form inside of us both.

Riordan lifted his head to look at me, and I could see myself in his eyes: my wide eyes, flushed face, and my mouth opened in shock. But even more astonishing was that I couldfeelhim now like an extension of me. A new part of me that was interwoven so intrinsically within the old pieces that there was barely a distinction.

His thoughts were not distinct, but I knew that he had not meant to join us like this so roughly. He was just a vague feeling in my mind until he sharpened his thoughts into three words that resounded in my head in nearly the same cadence as his physical voice…

You. Are. Mine.

Orion

I had been taking my frustration out on the assassin for many hours now, and I was starting to think he really might not know who had hired him to kill the witch. I was almost out of steam, the burst of perpetual self-disgust having temporarily run its course, and in its vicious wake, I was left feeling a familiar numbness.

I sensed someone behind me. Helena had waited to see me until she knew I would be calm enough to engage in an intelligent conversation. She knew me too well.

“I am beginning to genuinely believe he does not know who his client was,” I admitted, wiping the spray of blood from my face with the back of my hand.

The assassin had lost consciousness once again, but I had not yet awakened him this time. His mutilated body dangled silently from the ceiling by his cuffed wrists.

“A pity,” muttered my mentor, but I could tell by her distracted tone that she had not come merely looking for an update on the assassin.

“All I really got out of him was that instructions and payment were left for him to find. He was told to strike after the first assassin when Riordan would be distracted,” I said in an attempt to prevent her from talking about my personal life. “I don’t think they collaborated directly.”

Helena merely grunted with interest, but I knew she was only waiting for me to acknowledge the real reason for her presence. After a moment, I finally turned to meet her eyes with a pleading look.

“Please, Helena, I don’t want to—”

“If you had behaved differently when she arrived here, you may have been with them tonight. Have you thought about that?” she asked me.

My breath blasted out of me like her words had been a physical blow to my stomach. It was a long time before I could muster the ability to respond.

“Of course, I have thought about that,” I growled.

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