Page 63 of Virelai's Hoard
The footsteps paused in the middle of the hold, shuffling sounds coming from somewhere near, but Riley didn’t care anymore. Her breath came short, thethud thud thudof her heart strong in her ears. But it had nothing to do with Thorian. Warmth curled in her stomach as she looked up at Sable and pulled her hand free.
She held eye contact as she tugged her gloves off and let them fall. The soft slap of the leather as it met the floor only made Riley’s heart slam harder against her ribs. The shuffling paused, and she held her breath, letting it out slowly when it resumed again.
Then she cupped Sable’s cheeks with both hands and rose on her toes. She kissed her with a hunger she didn’t know she possessed. Her lips tingled at the contact, her breath coming out in soft puffs. Her heels came back on the ground as Sable returned the kiss. The heat in her stomach spread outthroughout her whole body, all the way to her fingertips. She wanted more. Riley gripped both of her hands and pressed Sable’s back against the solid wall of the crates shielding them from view. The footsteps, now fading in the distance, barely registered.
Sable slipped a hand away from her grasp and spread her fingers on the side of Riley’s neck, the warmth and pressure of it making her sigh softly into their kiss. Her hips pressed against Sable’s, pinning her to the crates, and she reached her now free hand to unfasten Sable’s pants.
Cool air replaced the warmth against her neck. Sable caught her wrist and pulled back, frowning down at her. “Wait,” she whispered, breath heavy and warm in the space between them. Thorian was gone by now. “Are you doing this because–”
“No.”
Sable searched her eyes carefully, working her mouth as if she was looking for the right way to say something. Her tone was unusually careful when she spoke next, fingers still wrapped around Riley’s wrist. “You don’t have to thank me.” Her eyes became harder. “So if that’s what this is, then just…don’t.”
Riley blinked up at her. “You think I’m trying to get into your pants because I’mgrateful?” She suppressed a smile.
Sable nodded. Her grip softened.
Riley tilted her head, smirking. “That’s very sweet of you to worry, Sable,” she said. Then she leaned in, letting her breath hit the shell of Sable’s ear. “But I just want to fuck you because you’re hot, and because I think you want this, too. And because I still get wet thinking of last time.” She didn’t miss the goosebumps, or the shiver, or the hunger simmering in Sable’s eyes as she pulled back a fraction. “So do you? Want this?”
Sable’s throat bobbed as she swallowed. When she nodded, Riley’s hands were on her again, and she nuzzled into her neck, pressing the flat of her tongue against her pulse and tasting thesalt of her skin. A strangled moan sent a pulse of heat between her thighs.
“You should try to stay quiet,” Riley murmured and nipped at a spot that made Sable shiver again. “Someone else might come in.”
Sable let out a throaty laugh, sliding her fingers through Riley’s curls and tangling them there. She pulled Riley into a hard, demanding kiss. “Something tells me you’re into that,” she said against her lips.
Riley wanted to protest, but when Sable deepened the kiss and eased her tongue into her mouth, disproving the notion didn’t seem like such a priority. There were other things more pressing. Like Sable’s body against hers, the pulsing between her thighs, the hard and fast breaths that warmed the air between them. As Riley reached for her pants again, Sable wrapped a leg around her and pulled her closer. Fingers dug into her scalp when Riley slipped her hand in. A deep moan as her fingers dipped into the wetness.
Maybe Sable was right, because Riley didn’t care whether anyone heard them right now.
Sable freed her other hand, trying to reach for Riley’s pants, but she pinned it back against the crates as she rubbed slow circles against Sable’s clit. Head thrown back, another moan. Riley leaned in to kiss her throat.
“Don’t distract me,” she said, her hips pressing against Sable’s, grinding. “It’s my turn to watch you unravel.”
Dipping her fingers lower, she eased two into her heat, kissing along her jaw as Sable’s mouth parted. When Sable laced her fingers with Riley’s three whole ones, Riley’s movements faltered for just a moment. Then she pushed her fingers in deeper. Harder. Sable gasped.
She came fast and hard, and Riley licked the sweat beading on her neck as she slipped her hand out.
“That was better than I imagined it,” Riley said, kissing the corner of Sable’s mouth.
“Did you fantasize about fucking me?” Sable teased, still leaning against the crates as she caught her breath. There was a smile pulling at her lips as she watched Riley, not quite there but blooming in her eyes.
Riley liked that look on her face a little too much. She stepped back, bending to gather her gloves from the floor. Sable’s not-quite smile dimmed as she glanced at them.
“Just once or twice.” Riley grinned.
As she made to leave, Sable caught her wrist, and Riley’s grin widened. “What? You want cuddles?”
The tease did exactly what it was supposed to do. It ruffled Sable’s feathers enough for her to let go of Riley’s wrist. Riley was out before Sable could say anything at all.
Because she was a coward. She’d wanted to know why Sable stood up for her, but didn’t have it in her to ask, or stay for long enough to find out. Instead, she’d distracted them both by fucking her and fleeing right after, her fingers still slick with her arousal.
Riley didn’t like that part of her wished she’d stayed.
She never stayed.
20. Marked by the Sea
Calla
