Page 25 of Petals for Deadly Power

He pulled her body up until she was sitting on his shoulders, her core right in his gorgeous face, his disheveled dark hair brushing her lower abdomen. He placed her on the floor with all the gentleness, lightly pushing her shoulders down until her knees were on the floor and her face had the most beautiful view one could imagine.

His hardened cock awaited in front of her, the tense muscles of his chest, arms, and legs with a thin coat of the sweat holding her upside down had required, and his dark grey eyes pinned her down from above.

She cocked an eyebrow. “You’re unusually gentle today. Don’t be too worried about me dying to stop you from enjoying.”

“Stop me from what, exactly?” he said, grabbing her ponytail and pulling it backwards, keeping her from touching his cock. “I was about to fuck your mouth as if the world ended tomorrow.”

Lenna couldn’t nod while his grasp controlled her head. Instead, she grinned and opened her mouth wide open, exposing her very ready tongue. Jake bit his bottom lip and pushed her face forwards until his incredible length filled her in.

Fuck, if this man wasn’t delicious.

She couldn’t move her head backwards. She couldn’t move her head at all. Not as he fixed it with his hand on her ponytail, staring at her from above as he moved his hips and filled her mouth in and out. Again and again. She couldn’t take her eyes off him. He looked between the heated golden eyes threatening to burn her alive and her wide-open mouth, taking in his hardened cock as he fucked it over and over.

“You take my cock so fucking well,” he praised between cut breaths. His hand moved and navy sparks floated in the air, grouping in a curved shape that headed towards—

Lenna’s eyes widened when his shaped sparks reached the spot where her hand had been adding to the already increased levels of pleasure. He wouldn’t do anything to hurt her. No, quite the opposite.

The moment his sparks touched her raw, exposed clit, Lenna gasped, the sound muffled against the cock in her mouth. She didn’t know if the feeling was hot or cold, sharp or soft. She only knew that it felt like Jake licking and touching her. She only knew that she wanted it again. Sheneededit again. She wanted it all the time.

The muscles in Jake’s clavicles tensed further and he must have seen the begging in her eyes because he obliged. He very much obliged, a display of navy sparks feasting on her core, on her inner lips and her clit, while she massaged her breasts, and he kept pushing her head back and forth on his cock masterfully. He went from allowing her to lick his length to slamming his cock against the inner part of her cheek, to—

She gagged when he pushed his length too far back, and yet she didn’t want him to stop. Thank all the Cardinals, he didn’t stop. Instead, he went faster, harder. Her gagging sounds as he fucked her mouth were his undoing.

His eyes rolled back with pleasure as he continued moving her head forwards and backwards with his hands. The sound of his orgasm, the taste of his cum on her throat, and his navy sparks on her core sent Lenna spiraling head-first towards her own.

15

Hope

IthadtakenHopeall of five hours to realize that her daggers and her panom magic were pretty useless in the navia.

These five hours, Ciaran, Stevian, and Nyxara had been moving their hands with complex movements, creating twirls of shadows of different sizes to guide the massive vehicle across the Radel Sea. Ayla, Hope, and Ciaran had Given an invisibility barrier earlier, and now it was all a matter of moving far away from Thyria so that, when the sun appeared on the horizon, no one could see them floating on the waters.

Nina, Raoul, Indianna, and Ayla had gone to their respective cabins hours ago, but Hope knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep. Not while knowing the three courtrades were working as hard as they could to beat time and sunlight. Not only would she not be able to, but she didn’twantto.

Even if standing on the deck meant she was going to end up with the lowest body temperature she had ever experienced. The unstoppable wind was angry; the strong waves seemed to speak in an ancient language that sounded threatening and final. How the courtrades were managing to stay in a straight line towards the North, that was a Cardinals-blessed miracle. She wouldn’t even blame them if, come day, they realized they had gone completely the wrong way.

She was glad that her two long, dark braids kept her hair—except a few strands here and there—somehow controlled amongst said wind. But Ciaran’s long, usually smooth hair . . . It was almost unrecognizable.

The chaotic look combined with the permanent, incessant focus of his blue stare on the dark sky above them, and the shadows dancing around his body at his order was mesmerizing. Hope couldn’t be able to say how long she had been staring at the movements of his arms, at the way he fixed his feet on the floor when the air currents were too wild, at how he seemed to pull the shadows from nowhere at times. At other times it looked like Llunal was sending them straight from the clouds above.

He briefly switched his attention from the sky to Hope, and she couldn’t take her almost black eyes from his as her heart jumped. His blue eyes peeked through a disarray of dark hair covering his face, the metal ring of his bottom lip and his metallic arm shining despite the darkness that seemed to have swallowed the navia whole. The same darkness that was pushing the navia across the sea.

Hope’s arm tickled as she felt ink incoming and, for a change, it didn’t come with the sting of pain the Organ Mandor always sent his inks with. No. She knew who had sent this ink before she looked at her forearm and saw Ciaran’s handwriting in dark green.

She hadn’t failed to notice it. During her five-hour-long, thorough observation of Ciaran and his interaction with the night, she hadn’t seen him sweat. Not one drop, despite the exhausting, muscle-draining effort he was enduring. Stevian and Nyraxa didn’t have a single drop of sweat, either. The white-haired old man had started to look slightly tired over the past hour, but he was relentless, and so were his shadows.

At one point, hours ago, Hope had tried to Give herself a blanket, thicker clothes, and a windproof coat. They had been useless despite having put all of them on. The navia either didn’t allow items that helped with body temperature, or didn’t care about them, since the courtrades didn’t require said items.

She hoped the cabins were not as cold, or she didn’t rule out the risk of finding the other passengers frozen by the time the sun shone above. Surely the sun would warm them up.

The sound of Ciaran’s steps was indistinguishable but they didn’t falter. If he was going to tell Hope off, she was ready to tell him to focus on his duties.

“You are not going inside, are you?” he asked, getting closer to her ear so that she could hear him. The thunderous sound of a wave crashing against the navia synchronized with the loud whistle of the wind.

“I’m not.” She almost had to shout to make herself heard.

His lips tensed and Hope couldn’t tell if it was from frustrated amusement or desperation. “Thought so,” he said. “You’re shaking. May I help?”

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