Page 153 of Thorns & Fire
Torj’s gaze met hers, dark and unyielding.He clapped a hand over her mouth before he drove deep inside her.His palm smothered her scream, her whole body arching beneath his.
Wren held the rails of the ladder either side of her, clamping her legs around Torj’s middle as he fucked her hard and fast.Shecould feel her back bruising against the rungs of the rattling ladder, but she didn’t care.All she cared about was the man hitting that sensitive spot deep inside her, the man who had become everything to her.
Torj’s lips scorched hers, setting fire to all her senses, coaxing ripples of longing to spread down her spine and right to her core.His body slapped against hers as he thrust inside, again and again, his rhythm punishing.
Heat flared between Wren’s thighs as his pelvis hit her clit.She tilted her hips towards him, and Torj’s cock sank even deeper inside her.
A low, rumbling sound of need escaped him, and Wren clapped her own hand over his mouth, his stubble prickling her palm.The sound of his desire, his desperation, lit an inferno inside her, and she held on to the ladder for dear life with her other hand as Torj’s resolve shattered.
With each other’s palms muffling their moans, they climbed the peak together, Wren clenching around Torj’s cock as he fucked her harder than he ever had.He released her mouth only to reach between them, pinching her clit between his fingers—
Wren bit down on his shoulder as her climax barrelled into her.Stars erupted through her entire being, wave after wave crashing around Torj’s relentless strokes.
‘Wren,’ he groaned, tensing over her, sinking deep inside her, his cock pulsing as his own orgasm hit and he spilled his release.
Wren blinked the room back into focus, panting as she locked eyes with the Warsword between her legs.
A thread of gold shone between them.
Tell me this isn’t goodbye.Torj’s voice echoed in her mind as the soul bond danced between them.
I could never tell you goodbye.
Wren’s nape prickled, the glimmering gold vanishing.
A second later, a key turned in the door’s lock.
Wren and Torj fumbled—
But the door opened.
Lord Lucian Devereux slipped inside the room, his gaze falling to where Wren’s naked legs were wrapped around the Bear Slayer, her skirts barely covering where they were still joined.
Wren’s face burned as Torj yanked her skirts down around them, slipping from her and turning his back to the Lord of Larkwood Valley to fix himself.
But the damage was done.
The nobleman studied her with a curled lip.‘Princess Elwren,’ he tutted.‘Found rutting with another man while her hand in marriage is being discussed in the very same building...’
‘It’s Queen Elwren,’ Torj growled.
‘She’s not queen until she is crowned, and a lot can happen between now and then.’
Wren’s skin crawled.Lucian Devereux was holding himself like a snake coiled and waiting to strike.
‘That door was locked,’ she said slowly, stepping down from the ladder, adjusting her undergarments and skirts and trying not to crumple in shame.
‘Gold and silver are powerful motivators,’ he replied.‘I had a key made the moment I got here.’
‘What do you want?’Torj demanded, standing protectively at Wren’s side.
Lucian gave the warrior an icy glare.‘To speak with the heir alone.’
‘Not going to happen.’
But Wren’s skin was prickling, her lightning flickering in her veins in warning.‘Torj...’she said softly.
He turned to her.Don’t ask me to leave you.
