Page 138 of The Crown of Nyx

Are you ready for me, mate?His voice was a rumble down the bond, more primal than it had ever been before.Are you wet for my cock?

I made a sound in the back of my throat as he gripped my thigh and shifted it to wrap around his waist, giving him access to my throbbing core. I was beyond all coherent thought. My heart pounded in my ears, drowning out the sounds of the forest and the creek. And my magic…It swelled, reaching for my mate, desperate for him and the connection he promised.

Rowan used his other hand to cup my pussy, pushing my panties aside, not even bothering to take them off. His middle finger slid through my arousal before pushing inside me.Fuck, you are so perfect, mate. All mine.

I made another sound as he pumped his finger inside me slowly. It wasn’t enough. I needed more.

Rowan pulled his mouth from mine, smirking down at me with swollen lips. “Fuck, you are so beautiful.”

I gasped as he added another finger. He didn’t quicken the pace, instead letting my orgasm build too slowly. “Rowan…” I whimpered. “I can’t?—”

He made a strangled sound, but quickly replaced his fingers with the head of his cock. “I can’t torture you like that.”

And without another word, he thrust into me. I cried out at the suddenness of his invasion, but that was quickly replaced with a moan as he rubbed my clit with each gentle stroke of his cock.

“That’s it,” he cooed. “Take my cock. Take everything.”

Rowan planted his hand by my head, dipping his face to brush his nose against mine. “Is this okay?”

“Yes,” I gasped. The burn of my magic died down a bit, but only because my orgasm was fast approaching. Pressure built in the pit of my stomach from how close I was. “But I want you to come with me.”

He grunted. “Don’t worry, mate. I’ll be giving you my release soon.”

My core fluttered at the strain of his words. Somehow, it was powerful, knowing that despite the one being in control, he was the one about to lose it. That this was enough for him to totally unravel.

“I love you,” I whispered, hooking my good arm around his shoulders. “So much, Rowan.”

His eyes shone with unshed tears. “You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

This time, when he claimed my mouth with his, my body uncoiled, and the tension left me with my orgasm. Rowan whimpered against my lips as he came inside me, his release just as hot and sudden as my own. He pushed himself flush against me, his body bucking against my own, as we both came down from the rush of our shared release.

“Fuck,” he said, releasing my mouth. His cheeks were flushed for a different reason now, and I had a feeling mine were a similar kind of pink.

I tangled my fingers in his soft, red hair. “Thank you. For loving me. For taking care of me.”

His eyes were almost gold as they met mine. “I meant it when I said you are the best thing to ever happen to me. I won’t ever take that for granted.” His eyes searched my face for a moment before flickering away. “But I think our time here is up.”

I groaned, closing my eyes. “Right. The others.”

“Yeah,” he muttered. “That demon husband of yours looks pretty impatient.”

I expected a hint of jealousy at his words, but there was none. Maybe a little amusement, dark with disbelief that he even had to say the words, but no jealousy or even discomfort.

I braced myself against Rowan, who helped me sit up, and looked over my shoulder. Yep. Demon husband was definitely there. And he looked unimpressed.

Let’s go, I said through the bond, glancing back at Rowan.We can’t leave the others for too much longer anyway.

He pressed his lips together, but nodded, and dropped a kiss to my nose. “Let me clean you upagain.” He smiled as he pulled out, leaving me dripping with his cum. “What a sight.”

I rolled my eyes. The skin of my shoulder tingled, and I glanced down in time to notice that most of the marks had healed. “Huh. Sex really did help.”

Rowan smirked again, this time with way too much pride. “You are so welcome, my love.”

There was no good way to respond to that, so I cleaned up as best I could. There was still a dull ache in my shoulder, but that could have been from a number ofthings. Probably the bone having been broken, if I had to guess. He’d had me in a pretty tight hold. But for the most part, the pain and discomfort was gone.

My gear, with its magical properties, had actually stitched itself back together. Now, I understood why everyone wore it more than necessary. It was better than armour. With familiar magic, I was dressed again, pushing off the rock with a now dressed Rowan at my side.

Damon stepped out from the cover of the trees, his eyes burning as they swept over me. “Are you healed?”

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